#I did change my mind two messages later because I think it will be funny

[spockcodeddyke]

preserving the sanity of my friends <3

[petew21-blog]

Friends with benefits

Two long time friends Trent and Brett. A classic story. Met in kindergarten and have been friends since. Grew up together. Spent their holidays together. Graduated together. But then stopped seeing each other as often. Why? Because adult life ain't easy. Brett had to find a job while Trent got into college, graduated and on top of that became a fitness influencer. Brett started his Twitch account and became a gamer, which he had time for, cause how he was constantly doing a different job, depending on what he could find. But both of them always took some time off for a beer with their buddy.

This is Trent

Although he doesn't appear like that, he is a 24 year old male with young looks

On the other hand Brett is also young, but his looks are a bit more mature. Maybe it's because of all the hair

This is Brett

So hairy.

Normal guys, right? Well something was about to change very soon

Friday, August 2nd, 5 PM

Brett:"Hey, dude. Wanna grab a beer later tonight?"

Trent:"Yeah, sure. I am down. Is 8:30 ok? I gotta finish a video"

Brett:"Oh yeah, totally fine. See you then"

Friday, August 2nd, sports bar, 8:33 PM

At the bar Brett waits patiently, only his leg is slightly shaking. Trent comes in through the door. It's kinda funny, cause Trent used to be really insecure and not confident. Now he looks basically like a god. But still, he has this cute shy looking guy whose face doesnt match his body and the fact that he's 24. Brett was kinds jealous, most of the people that didn't know him always thought he was older because of his looks. Trent had the opposite problem. Always had to show ID whenever he went. Yet Brett was probably more jealous about his life in general. He finished school, took great care of his body, which now could help him hook up with anyone he would set his mind to.

Brett:"Hey, maaaan. How are you doing?"

Trent:"Heyyy. Yeah good. You know, single influencer life, haha"

Brett:"The ladies must be driving you crazy"

Trent:"If only it were just ladies. Haha. You should see the messages some of these gay dudes keep sending me. It's insane"

Brett:"You tell me. They always send random shits to my chats while playing. But it's mostly dumb kids."

Trent:"I think we should find you a date for tonight"

Brett:"Nahhh, fuck it. I'm not in the mood. I just wanna chat with my bro."

After a few beers

Brett:"Shut up, you did not!"

Trent:"I swear. She came on to me without a word."

Brett:"So what did you do?"

Trent:"You think I put up a fight? Haha"

Brett:"Maaaan. I want this stuff to happen to me to. That's so hot"

Trent:"Come with me to the gym then, I bet more chicks woukd be into you if you would gain some muscles"

Brett:"You calling me fat?"

Trent:"No, just saying that all that body hair would be good to match with a good body. You're just a walking gorilla right now"

Brett:"Oh shut up twink! Haha"

They finished their drinks, said their goodbyes and went home.

Brett felt amazing. He really needed to get a beer with his best friend. He came back home, sat behind his computer and searched Dark web. He already knew what he was looking for. He wanted to mess with Trent. Just a another one of his pranks. All he needed was Trent's personal item. He found the body swapping website. He read the rules and conditions and filled out his and Trents name. The only next step he had to follow was to go to sleep. And so he did. Only taking off his shirt in the process and collapsing on the bed. Not even brushing his teeth

Brett woke up feeling better than ever. He was used to have a hangover by now, but today he felt great. He opened his eyes and immediately noticed the different sheets. He looked around. This is Trent's place.

Brett:"Trent?" he said, but he heard Trent's voice.

He turned around to get up

His body. He has a different body

Brett:"Holy shit. It worked" he said amused. He looked down at his now soft chest. He got up

Brett:"Oh wow. getting up is so different when you have these hard muscles"

He went to the nearest mirror. And there he was. Trent in his glory. Brett was so happy right now. His prank worked. He is now inside of his best friends body. And the pranks probably won't stop there. Now he can mess with him all he wants. But not now.

He looked from top to bottom how tall and slim his body was. "Almost no hair anywhere. Lucky guy"

He took Trent's phone and snapped a photo to send it to Trent in his body. He knew it would take a while for Trent to wake up so he proceeded in his exploration.

He felt his curly hair. "How come you don't even have widow's peak? So unfair" He traced his jawline, now with tiny baby hair that Brett wouldn't even call a beard. But his sight was now caught by those nice Calvin Klein's. He looked around as if there was someone in the room with him who would judge him. He pulled on the waistband

Brett:"Just as I thought. Also shaved" he grabbed his new dick, that was getting harder and harder by the second, when suddenly his phone received a notification. he let go of his dick

It was Trent. Brett:"Haha, this is gonna be good"

There was a photo of Brett's body, observing his hairy armpits in shock

Trent in Brett's body:"Hey. Got any idea why I am a gorilla now? And why that gorilla looks exactly like you?"

Brett:"Surpriseee. And fuck you"

Trent:"So this is your doing?"

Brett:"Yeah, I kinda wanted to prank you somehow for all the pranks and the gorilla jokes. Joke's on you ape man"

Trent:"Fuck you. So this is reversible?"

Brett:"Sure, man. No worries. We'll meet tonight at the bar again and chat how our day went?"

Trent:"I don't know how to feel about this, bro"

Brett:"Just try enjoying being another person"

Trent:"Do you realise there are some no go things including intimate stuff and hygiene?"

Brett:"Sure I do. I'm already holding your dick in YOUR hands right now"

Trent:"Dude! Not cool. I meant more stuff like shitting etc. But yeah, this too."

Brett:"I gotta say Trent. You have a very nice dick"

Trent:"I'll comment on your size when I find it in the bushes I guess. Have you never heard of trimming?"

Brett:"Keeping it natural, baby face"

Trent:"Fine, let's see each other tonight at 8, ok?"

Brett:"Enjoyyy" Hangs up

Trent:"Jesus, this guy. I hope he doesn't fuck up something or someone"

Starts observing himself. "I must say, It feels good to look like a mature man and not a teenager. All of this hair. And the moustache is hot too. I could never grow this thing"

Trent looked down and had a mischievous thought. "Well, Brett. Since you have already held my dick, I think it's time to step it up. Gonna see if you can last longer than I do" Trent said with a smile and whipped out his new hard hairy dick

Saturday August the 3rd, bar, 8:04 PM

Brett is sitting amused in the bar, eating chips on the table and drinking beer. Winking at the ladies looking at his direction.

A waitress came by his table:"Want another?"

Brett noticed his old incoming body:"Sure, and another one for my friend who just arrived. Thank you, sweetheart" he said as his flirtatious look almost seduced the local waitress

Trent:"You need to stop!"

Brett:"What? I was just flirting"

Trent:"Not that. Stop eating those chips. God knows how many calories you ate already"

Brett:"So you don't mind that I was flirting with her?"

Trent:"Nah, I don't care. I jerked off your dick for like the fifth time half an hour ago"

Brett:"What? You beast. I would have never expected that. Cool. You have a really good dick to jerk off too. I didn't expect to shoot so far tho. Made a bit of a mess"

A couple off bikers started eavesdropping to their conversation and turning heads

Trent:"You might want to quiet down, or we're gonna get beaten up for mistakenly speaking like gay guys"

Brett:"But you gotta admit that my body is not so bad, right? All the hair and everything. You like it"

Trent:"It's not bad, but I prefer being in my own body. I'm used to it."

Brett:"Ok, I'll pretend I didn't hear the part before about masturbation. But what do you say? We didn't even have enough time to see what the life is like in our new bodies. It's only been a day"

Trent:"And your point is?"

Brett:"Let's stay swapped for a while. We can swap back anytime we want. It's reversible. We know almost everything about each other, so pretending to be the other one will be easy. You'll just teach me your workout routine, I'll show you... what games to play and how to set up a livestream and we'll figure it out"

Trent:"Livestream? That's all you got?"

Brett:"Come on, man. We got nothing to loose"

Trent:"I don't know man. It's gonna be complicated. I agreed to leave for a few weeks to work at one of our gym branches in another city. And now you'll be the one that has to go. I think now is not the best time"

Brett:"So? I can update you about everything. We can chat all the time. We can call. And I got nothing to do. Actually, you might need to find some job for those few weeks. And there's never gonna be a better time then now. We're single, ready to mingle. So let's enjoy that month"

Trent:"You wanna stay swapped the whole tíme I'm gone?"

Brett:"Yeah, I'll be a fitness instructor/viral star and you'll ne enjoying my chill life"

Trent:"Chill life. Man, you won't even recognise your life when we'll swap back"

Brett:"So you agree?"

Trent:"Yeah, what the hell. I'll be a gorilla for a month"

Brett:"Deal. Now, let's see if you'll have a better game in finding a hookup then me"

Sunday, August 4th

Brett sends a text to Trent:"Why do I feel like my body still hasn't gone through puberty?"

Trent:"Piss off. Yours looks like it went trough yours several times."

Brett:"Nah, gotta be honest. I'm really enjoying this lean figure and hairless body"

Trent:"And my dick..."

Brett:"Haha, yeah and your dick. How are you doing in my body?"

Trent:"Feels pretty weird to be so hairy, but gotta admit it's a nice change. Like... feeling so manly"

Brett:"Yeah, but tip for that hairy stomach. Don't cum on it. It's really irritating to get cum from it"

Trent:"Never had the issue in my body, so yeah. Thanks for the tip"

Brett:"No problem. I had to try it out in yours haha"

Trent:"Doesn't this feel kinda gay to you? All the dick and jerk off talk. Appreciating each other's bodies"

Brett:"Nah. We're exploring, man. Who knows if we ever get that chance. Gotta enjoy it"

Wednesday August 7th

Trent:"How are you settling in?"

Brett:"Yeah. Pretty great. I just jerked off to some porn"

Trent:"Ew. I mean the appartement"

Brett:"Whooops. Sorry. Right. Yeah it's nice. Very clean. Very modern"

Trent:"It's yours only for a month so don't destroy anything there"

Brett:"It's kinda poetic right. New appartement, new body, new job"

Trent:"I don't see anything poetic about me playing games in front of a camera"

Brett;"Dude you have to. My fans are gonna wonder what happened to me"

Trent:"Fine. I'll log in tonight. By the way. Dude your feet smell so much when you work out."

Brett:"Work out? You took my body to the gym?

Trent:"Yeah. I had to show off these bushes somewhere, right?"

Brett:"Ahhh thanks man. Looking good"

Trent:"And I think oke girl was checking you... me out"

Brett:"If you can score than go for it. I'm actually late for a date. Or... how do you call it if you're just gonna have dinner and fuck?"

Trent:"Standard hook up man. Please be safe. Wear a condom. And watch our foe those carbs, man."

Brett:"Sure thing, bye"

Monday, August 12 th

Brett:"Dude do you like ever have to shave your face?"

Trent:"Sure I do. I just don't have to do it so often as you. Btw can I please shave off this moustache?"

Brett:"Absolutely not. You'll learn to love it and appreciate it. Just like I will your baby face"

Saturday, August 17th

Brett:"I have to admit I really love showing off your muscles man. I have been doing it constantly at every occassion. So many people turn their heads to take a peak"

Trent:"Yeah I get it. It helps with the confidence a bit"

Brett:"A bit? I feel like I can beat any fucker whk crosses me"

Trent:"Brett, please don't beat anyone in my body"

Brett:"Just kidding, man. How have you been"

Trent:"Well I tried being consistent with the gym. I think your body is doing pretty well"

Brett:"Daaaamn bro. I look good. You really do take care of my body really well"

Trent:"I was actually thinking I could offer this for money. Swapping with people, doing their routines and then swap back. But that's a talk for another time after we swap back"

Brett:"Yeha, sure. Cool idea. Anyway... how was the streaming?"

Trent:"I don't know, man. I think they are desperste for me to say your catchphrases, but they are so cringe."

Brett:"Nah, you have to do that. That's how you get into Tiktoks and become viral"

Trent:"Honestly. I can't wait to get back to my body and to my life back. So we will swap on September 2nd?

Brett:"Yeah. I suppose. Depends how the work will be etc. Anyway I gotta go man. Talk soon"

Trent to himself:"It feels like he's avoiding me with amswering more and more. Trent rubbed his hairy chest, recalling his sweet soft pecs that he missed.

Thursday, August 22nd

Trent:"Hey, man. How is it going?"

Friday, August 23rd

Trent:"Hey. I just wanna know if you're ok. I just wanna talk about the reversal."

Saturday:"please call me back as soon as possible"

Sunday, August 25th

Brett:"I'm ok"

Trent:"What the hell happened?"

Brett:"Nothing I just felt like I needed a break from phone and that stuff"

Trent:"Brett you didn't answer the phone for 4 days"

Brett:"Ok, I was avoiding you, cause I kinda fucked up and was afraid to tell you"

Trent:'What did you do? Is my body ok?"

Brett:"Yeah your body is unharmed. Nothing that bad. We just had a party in the appartement. Broke the TV and... I had unprotected sex with one girl. She didn't know if she was pregnant or not. So I was waiting. And congrats. You're not gonna be a dad"

Trent:"Brett..."

Brett:"I know. I'm so sorry. Won't happen again. Promise. I just got drunk once and it led to this. I'll be good now"

Trent:"Please, don't do anything anymore. I want to switch back"

Brett:"Nah man. We still gotta week to finish. You said until September 2nd."

Trent:"I didn't know you'd do something like this"

Brett:"Please Trent. I'm begging you. Just that one week"

Trent:"Fine. But don't do anything else!"

Sunday, September 1st

Brett:"Hey. Are you packed yet?"

Trent:"Hey. Not really. I planned on packing tommorow. You can come and help if you got time"

Brett:"Sure. I'll come by"

Monday, September 2nd

Trent arrives to the appartement. Brett is on the couch playing video games

The TV is new and there is a PlayStation on the table

Trent:"You didn't tell me you got back into gaming and that you bought all this."

Brett:"Yeha, I missed it. I thought to myself that you'd like it too. So I bought it. By the way. You should see how the fans dig it"

Trent:"Fans? You're live streaming in my body?"

Brett:"Yeah. The gamers are so into it when I'm flexing in the spare time. I even got a viral Tiktok already!"

Trent:"I think we should swap back, Brett. My life is out of your control now."

Brett:"I'm just using all the goods, man. You don't like my body anymore?"

Trent:"Stop changing the subject. I want to swap back"

Brett:"Ok... but on one condition"

Trent:"You want money?"

Brett;"Nah I want to have sex with my body. I want to have sex with you."

Trent:"You have lost your mind"

Brett:"Oh come on. Admit it, that you thought about it. Who gets the chance to fuck their body? To watch their body in the most animalistic moments from somebody else eyes?" Brett flexes his biceps to let Brett watch

Trent:"Brett..."

Brett stands up and goes towards Trent

Brett:"You know you want to kids thus face. To suck this hard dick" he says holding tightly his hardening bulge

Trent:"I... I do. I want to suck my dick"

Brett:"Atta boy"

They begin making out. The fast movements heading towards the bedroom could be described as chaotic, but for them it was a dance of passion. Brett was ripping his old clothes from his old body was all over his body, kissing his neck. Sucking each part of his skin

The kissed even more

Brett began to be more dominant. He gripped Trent's now receding hairline and pushed him down to suck his dick. Trent was choking. But did his best to swallow most of the shaft he now had. He had his dick in his mouth. He couldn't believe it. He is straight and he is sure of that. But this is absolutely different

Brett took his old body by the neck, choking him. "Say you love being in my body"

Trent:"Brett I can't breathe"

Brett:"Fine, let's do this the hard way"

He turned him around. Trent now on all fours. He knew what was coming, but he wasn't ready

Brett spit in his hand and spread it all over the head od his dick. Ready to penetrate his old hairy hole

Trent:"Brett wait... I... Ahhhhhhhh". Trent screamed in pain

Brett:"Yeah. Sorry about that. I'm just so horny. I love your body, Trent. I love every inch od it. Admit you like mine"

Trent:"Brett, please slow down"

Brett:"Naaah, you'll get used to it in a sex"

Trent:"Please, get lube or something"

Brett spit again to where his dick was penetrating Trent's ass. Brett:"Should do it"

Trent was still in pain, but now a new feeling was making him feel better. The pain was now... pleasant? He wanted to feel more. With every thrust from Brett. He felt like shitting himself and cumming at the same time

Brett:"Admit it. Admit you love being in my body" he sped up. Thrusting painfully.

Trent:"Yeah.... yes..."

Brett:"Louder"

Trent:"I do... I love your body. I love being you"

Brett:"Ahhhh. I'm gonna cum. Turn around. I want to cum on your chest"

Trent turned around. He could feel cum leaking from his dick. And now he saw his old face like he never did before. Brett was so into it. His face was full of lust, rage and mischief.

Brett:"Ahhhh. I'm cumming!"

The cum shot all over Trent. Not only on his chest, but also on his mouth and face

Trent watched in awe what just happened.

Brett:"Whew. That was a ride wasn't it? First gay sex. Am I right?"

Trent:"Brett... I?"

Brett:"Oh sorry. I have to catch my breath. You look so funny with my cum all over you. Haha. By the way. I'm glad you love your new body. You get to keep it"

Trent:"Brett, you said we would swap"

Brett:"Yeah I did. That's true. But after this little 'cum over your face' and 'dick in your ass' we made it permanent"

Trent watched in shock as his old body was still standing on top of him. Breathing rapidly and laughing.

Several months later

Hi my name is Brett. Welcome to my only fans channel. If you got any hairy request, hit me up

Brett in Trent's body:"Well this is just pathetic. Man, I knew you'd crumble. But this just seems you lost your mind"

Trent's massive colleague came next to him:"Hey, bro. What are you looking at?"

Brett:"Just looking how one of my friends threw away their life, kinda sad. But whatever. Their life, not mine"

Friend:"Hey, wanna grab a beer later this evening?"

Brett scanned his friend from top to bottom and smiled:"Sure thing. Be there at eight"

Brett thought about switching it up a little. That body would be amazing. But then he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. And flexed

Brett:"Nah. I'm Trent. And I'm keeping this body"

A request from messages (another one who waited for a LONG time, sorry guys) for @swappwas

Hope you like it :)

P.S. written late at night on a phone with a very irritating autocorrect, so please excuse the mistakes

[zvezdacito]

Ranking Malleus's Valentines Messages from 2021-2024🔥

People finally got the 2024 ones so I decided to make a list like this. Mostly based off which ones have both the most interesting contents and which ones are the sweetest(?) in a sense to Yuu lol. Terminal Malleyuu brain + and I mean they are Valentines cards after all.

Going from least to most personally favored:

4th: 2023

Text: "To my dear friend-

Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?"

Very broadly friendly and nice I guess, but the message of the text is basic and the design of the letter card is also kinda basic🥀 like tbh if you changed the color of this card you could mistake this for something Riddle wrote instead. The ones for this year really just felt like they ran out of ideas and gave up, this is the only one on this list I can say I definitely don't really like that much

3rd: 2022

Text: "To my good friend-

A gift? For me, of all people? Your tastes are...distinctive, I must say. Worry not, though- I enjoyed it, of course. What would you like in return, I wonder? I shall take great pleasure in speculating the answer to that question."

Definitely more interesting than the 2023 one and his personality really comes out in the writing here. Though because of how his closeness to Yuu is characterized here I now feel like it would make more sense if this was the first card and the 2021 was the second one, since if you take the cards to be written in a chronological timeline it kinda feels like Malleus's closeness to Yuu regressed out of nowhere

Not saying people can't change or grow apart later on, but here it kinda has the vibe that he straight up hasn't met them much yet so its as if this was earlier into their relationship. Basically feels if Book 3-4 Malleus got the gift, while 2021 is like Book 6 and onwards Malleus getting the gift.

I really like this one both for the yuu crumbs and it's characterization of Malleus himself, but it's number 3 simply by default of me personally liking the next two more. The gap between it and 2023 is huge😭

2nd: 2024

Text: "To my good friend-

Thank you for your gift. Hmm... This fragrance is meant for pleasure and relaxation? What a tasteful choice. I rather like it; perhaps I shall take more of an interest in these things. You would be welcome to pay me a visit, by the way, should you feel so inclined. I would enjoy sharing an old tale or two."

These are probably the most fun design for the letter cards so far. I think after last year (the 2023 one) they realized they really did run out of ideas for box shaped letters lol.

In general I just like the very sweet and casual friendship implied in this card. As usual he is doing everything in his power to invite Yuu to his place at any given opportunity. Cute how when they hang out they'll tell each other chismis stories, and that Malleus is gonna commit to getting into something just because Yuu gifted it to him. TLDR he's very comfortable around Yuu here that's awesome

1st: 2021

Text: "Dearest,

My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself."

I don't really think anything will ever fully top this one tbh. The greeting just being "Dearest" was so powerful they had to pull bro to the side and tell him to tone it down for the next 3 years🥀

The "gift of beauty song or..." lines can be taken as just him being 3 seconds away from jumping to smooch Yuu (given in the movie the last gift was true loves kiss related after maleficent cursed the baby) which is honestly kinda funny. Down bad /j

Ok back to the main point and minus speculations. This is tied with the 2024 one with showing how close and comfortable (shown by how forward and playful he is here no concern of maintaing image or such) this point of his relationship with Yuu is. This is also the card where he feels the most excited and energetic I guess which is why it's still my overall favorite. Displex had no choice contain the raw Malleyuu power in this one to avoid bias accusations idk

If you want to read into it more I think it's also kinda funny that this could lowkey be taken as him saying we suck at singing/look ugly. And the reason he stopped before revealing the last line is because he realize the joke had already come off as insulting to a human not familiar with the Briar Valley even if his intention was just to be playful as friends do.

Although that would be consistent with the characterization of Malleus as being honest if anyone's performance in something (even Yuu from what we see in voicelines) is lackluster.

He is constructive tho. In these same voicelines usually offers to help teach them to get better and acknowledging it as a feat/compliment itself when they slightly improve, instead of the fanon characterization (usually for masterchef comics) that once he finds out Yuu is behind something he will autonomatically just see it as good quality already.

So yeah idk that's nice and awesome

↑ Drive compiling of the rest of the 2024 Valentines letter pics I found on twitter. There's still some characters missing + trying to look for a clearer picture of the Malleus one lol

[orpheusluvr]

Behind Closed Phones (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

(Modern AU)

Just a silly lil fic where you and Norton send each other cute little messages that eventually turn into something steamy as hell

( Norton’s appearance is based on his summer costume so his eyes are blue and his hair is blonde - it’s my #1 dream costume and it has me going SO crazy every time I see it or see someone else using it 🥲)

You quickly rolled over to the other side of your bed after hearing a notification from your phone. It must be Norton.

Nort: hey gorgeous, u up?

You smiled to yourself as you saw the message. He must’ve finally arrived in Miami, where he had gone on vacation. He wanted to bring you along too, but you insisted that it was best if you let him enjoy some time with his best buds in peace.

But now, you did regret saying that. Because you were missing him so damn badly.

You: yeah, are u in Miami now?

Nort: yea we arrived here like an hour ago lol

Nort: the heat is already getting to me

You: wish I was there with u, I regret not going :(

Nort: wish u were here too

Nort: I miss u so bad baby

Nort: hey this is luca and norton said that he gets hard thinking about u

You put your hand to your mouth at the last message, thinking about whether you should laugh or be shocked by the sudden change of topic. Luca appearing out of nowhere was funny, but what he said seemed to intrigue you even more.

You: for real?!?!

Nort: ignore luca he’s just being a dumbass lmao

You shook your head and laughed. You knew Norton too well, he was definitely lying.

Then an idea popped into your mind, and your smile curled into a smirk. You knew the perfect way to get Norton to tell the truth.

You: lmao alr, anyways wyd rn

Nort: just unpacking shit n sorting out stuff at the beach house

Nort: wbu baby

Now it was time for action.

You: oh not much, just taking my clothes off rn cuz I’m about to have a shower

Nort: damn girl show me what’s under those clothes

You: alr hold on

You quickly took your shirt and pants off, leaving just your bra and panties on. You sat on your legs, slightly parting them while you pulled down your bra, showing more cleavage than before. Taking a quick photo, you immediately sent it to Norton.

Nort: OH FUCK

His reply was instant. He didn’t send anything after that, which did leave you confused.

But it was simply because Norton DID get hard in an instant, that he didn’t have a chance to say anything else.

Immediately locking himself in the bathroom, he began to jerk himself off. Then he paused and thought of something. A sly grin appeared on his face.

You had put your phone down on the bed after Norton wasn’t replying, when all of a sudden you got a notification.

Your cheeks reddened when you saw that he had sent a video. Clicking on it, you almost dropped your phone.

He first faced the camera on his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring forward while his soft blonde hair gently flowed with each movement. He moved the camera slightly down, revealing his hard dick which he began stroking. His face was red, as he kept repeating your name over and over again while strings of glistening white cum seeped through his tip and rolled down his hands.

Luca was right after all, and so were you. Your plan was a success.

But now, you had to return the favour.

You placed your phone camera on your pillow so that it would stay in place. You gave a smile as you pushed your hair back and flaunted your body. You unclasped your bra and took it off, throwing it to the side, and then you began slipping off your panties. You turned around, facing your ass to the camera while arching your back, and used your hand to spread your hole.

“Norton baby…I’m empty without you…” you moaned, before turning back around to stop recording. Your heartbeat increased as you sent it to Norton.

About a minute or two later, Norton called you. A video call. You answered it immediately.

Norton was lying in his bed, half of his face buried into the pillow.

“Ngh…you really fucked me up huh…” his voice was muffled, and so was his laugh.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing to me.” You laughed back.

Both of you weren’t showing your bodies, only your faces. You decided to make a move first.

Norton’s phone dropped the moment you moved yours back.

“You alright?” You began laughing.

He picked the phone up again, covering his forehead with his hand.

“I swear the first thing I’m gonna do when I come back from this vacation is fuck the daylights out of you.” He groaned.

“Hey Nort, we’re gonna go play some volleyball. You coming?”

You immediately panicked and turned your camera off after hearing Naib’s voice.

“Sure, just give me a few minutes.” He said.

He laughed when he saw that your camera was off.

“It’s alright, he’s gone. Anyways Y/N, you have one week.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I know you’re coming back in a week.” You laughed.

“No…no…not that.” He shook his head.

He gave a devilish grin.

“I’m giving you a week to prepare yourself, because next Monday you’ll be struggling to walk.”

[b4tasquad]

Can I ask for a filly imagine?? Something like the guys finding out that he's seeing soneone?

MESMERISED: YUNG FILLY

Authors note: no you’re not mistaken… b4tasquad actually posted for someone that isn’t Niko😭 love love filly, so here’s this🫶

Warnings: none!

…

“What the fuck is up with you, man?” Filly, who had been previously giggling, looks up from his phone. For the past hour or so he had completely ignored all of his friends, instead texting you as the two of you made it a habit to send the funniest videos you could find. “You’re grinning like a mad man.”

Chunkz is not impressed as they’re currently loosing the match which they had been paired against Aj and Sharky for. He had noticed his best friend’s weird behaviour weeks ago. It was when he’d arrive to their meet-ups with his thoughts elsewhere, eyes shining and the weirdest explanations to back up his lateness.

“Don’t tell me it’s that gyal you won’t tell me about” Aj pauses the game, too invested in the topic to continue playing. Sharky himself is turned around to get the tea himself. At Filly’s silence, Chunkz rolls his eyes. “ Why won’t you show me her? You make it seem like she’s facially deformed with the way you’re hiding her.”

“You’re so fucking funny.” Filly counters, not being cool with his brother talking about his girl like that. Sure, Chunkz didn’t know you, curtesy of the agreement between you and Filly to keep it hidden, but he still didn’t appreciate what he was insinuating. To Filly, you were genuinely the most beautiful girl ever.

“You know I’m joking, bruva.” Chunkz laughs, and it’s impossible to stay mad at him.

“And besides, if she got you this hooked, she must be beautiful.” Sharky, the most respectful person says.

“Or mystery girl must be providing him the most pussy- whipping ride ever.” Aj’s quick to move off of the couch, protecting himself as Filly’s whole body comes at him. “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

The Colombian relaxes against the couch again, a smile resting on his face as he gets a new message from you. To this day, 6 months into your relationship, he had managed to keep you somehow hidden, but now he just couldn’t.

“She’s just so perfect you know?” He breaths out. “Every thing she does or says I repeat in my mind and play it in slow motion, because I’m just so…”

“Mesmerised?” Chunkz tries and his friend nods.

“Exactly!” Chunkz, Aj and sharky were literally known for violating at all times, but right now as they saw the absolute love on their friend’s face, they couldn’t help but admire it. “This isn’t just simping. I genuinely believe that she’s the only one for me. I get sick thinking about other girls, let alone even touching them-“

“Okay now.” His best friend stops him with a laugh. “Mandem’s getting a little too carried away.”

“Sounding like he’s putting a ring on it today.”

Filly pushes his friend, as the thought of marrying you gets in his head. “Shut up Aj. I’ve had enough of you.”

A couple hours later, Filly is sat against the couch, bowl of his favourite Colombian dish in hand. You were positioned between his legs, eyes moving from the tv in front of you to your food once in a while. Waking up today, you were feeling extra appreciative of your boyfriend and everything he did for you. He always went above and beyond to make sure the smile on your face never faltered and while it was just casual acts of giving for him. You looked at it entirely different.

As a person who had never experienced this level of kindness in a relationship, there weren’t enough words to describe the gratitude you felt towards him. In an attempt to try and show some of it, you had recreated a dish from his home country you knew he loved. It took you hours, a change of clothing and three different recipes, but in the end you had done it.

Filly noticed the second he walked into your home, the smell being a clear giveaway. Running into the kitchen, very childlike, he took a hold of your jaw to pepper kisses all over your face. You were sure your makeup would be ruined, but you didn’t mind, and it didn’t seem like he cared about having a little product on him either. He thanked you with the most genuine smile you had ever seen on a person, muttering Spanish words as he hugged you. With your little Spanish ability, you could faintly translate them to affectionate names he had called you in the past.

That brings you to now, the two of you cuddled up against each other as you watched a Netflix series you had been begging him to watch with you for months. As a particular scene that always managed to rile you up played, you could hear the faint gasp from your boyfriend as he puts down your food.

“Did that just happen?”

You nod as you copy his actions of putting away the food. There wasn’t anything more you hated than that scene as you could practically feel the betrayal through the screen.

Filly just looks baffled at the screen. “Wait why would she set her friend up? Lying to her like that.”

“Because she’s a bitch?” Turning around, you instead opt to lay with your chest on his. Taking a hold of his jaw, you slowly start to caress it. “Not everyone’s such a loyal friend like you, Felipé.”

He laughs at the use of his actual name, and not the username he had became accustomed to. “The govy? Wow you must really mean it.”

“I do” you hum, connecting your lips with his. With the awkward position you’re laid in, filly instead pulled both your legs on either side of his body, making you sit on him properly. As he trails his kisses from your mouth and to your neck, you giggle. “You basically tell them everything.”

Your words had no intention behind them, but filly stops and pulls away from you as he remembers what he had told them just hours ago. He wasn’t too sure how you would feel if you knew, but there was no doubt that telling you was better than lying about it. So with a a painful sigh, he rubs at his temple.

“Listen.” He drags out, making it sound much worse than it actually is.

Seeing the look of utter terror on your face, filly shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” The Colombian reassures you, knowing you were thinking to deep into it. You cross your arms, still sat on top of him, as you wait for his words. “I might’ve let it slip that you and I-”

“No”

“Yeah.” He confirms, scratching the back of his neck.

“What happened?” You’re quick to ask, just wanting to know who, and why he had told his friends about the two of you when you had agreed to keep it to yourself for a while.

“I was hanging out with the guys and you and I were texting. Long story short Chunkz was like ‘I know you’ve got a gyal, you’re all in love, who is she’ and I just couldn’t hold it in ya’know? I just love you so much and-”

You cut his words of with a firm kiss, sensing how nervous he was becoming. Filly kisses you back with the same intensity, only managing to relax under your comforting touch. Once the two of you pull away, he’s quick to question you.

“Are you mad?”

You just smiled, finding it cute that he was this worried. Figuring it was from a place of care, you shook your head. “How could I be mad at you?”

Filly huffs a breath of air in happiness, a little grin on his face, and it’s probably the best thing you’ve ever witnessed.

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[midnightsnyx]

that angst 😭 could write a part two where reader calls back a few weeks later to see if there’s a chance or something but another girl answers the phone? 😳

original prompt here. i freaking loved this idea and it's been in my drafts unfinished forever but i finally finished it. hope u like it <3 requests are open!

The funny thing is that you know what Taryn’s voice sounds like. You know it like the back of your hand because in the 4 years you and Matt had been together, Taryn became like a sister to you. 

Except, you panicked the moment you called Matt back a couple weeks after his drunk call and hung up as soon as you heard a female voice because you can’t. You can’t handle having your heart broken again, just because Matt drunk dialed you and you were dumb enough to call him back. So you ignored when he called you back an hour later, when he called you that night and ignored all the texts he sent, not even bothering to open them. 

It’s not until 2 in the morning while you’re laying in bed unable to sleep because there’s a nagging voice in the back of your mind wondering why that voice sounded so damn familiar that you open Matt’s texts. 

From Matty: hey call me back plz

From Matty: taryn answered my phone cuz she’s visiting with mom.

From Matty: i’m only speculating why u hung up as soon as she answered

From Matty: is it cuz u thought it was a random girl?

From Matty: sry taryn said that sounds bad 

From Matty: plz call me. taryn wants to talk to u too but she doesn’t want to bother you

From Matty: sry she told me to stop blowing up ur phone. I understand if u don’t want to call me back and i'm sorry 4 drunk dialing u. I’ll leave u alone now

You can’t help but smile at the string of text messages. Matt was always bad for sending multiple texts instead of just sending what he wanted to say in one text. It’s kind of comforting to see that hasn’t changed. 

You start to write a message, but pause, unsure what exactly to say. It’s too late in the night to call him although you’re certain he would answer it if he saw your number despite what time it is. But, he has a game tomorrow, and you don’t want to interrupt his sleep so you settle on sending a text message.

To Matty: hey

30 seconds later, your phone rings. 

Matt.

You hesitate, only for a moment before answering the call. 

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, a little breathlessly, like he didn’t think you would answer. “I didn’t think you’d call back.” 

Neither did I, you think to yourself. 

Instead you say, “well, I did call you first.” 

He chuckles at that and you realize how much you missed that sound. It makes you want to cry a little.

“Yeah, there was a little miscommunication, I guess. Taryn felt bad, she’ll probably call you tomorrow… if that’s alright.”

“Of course.” You’d never say no to talking to Taryn, especially if she’s feeling bad for something that’s not her fault. 

Another pause and then: “why did you call me?”

The thing is, you weren’t going to call him but an opportunity arose that gives you the chance to move near him but you didn’t want to make any assumptions considering he was drunk when he called and told you he missed you. 

“I got a job offer at a Firm in Fort Lauderdale and I wasn’t going to take it, but then you called and I thought,” you pause, realizing you’re rambling. “Well, I thought maybe the reason you called wasn’t just because you were drunk.”

He hasn’t said anything so you take a deep breath. “Look, I - we can’t just pick up where we left off but I thought, maybe this could be a refresh button.”

He’s been quiet too long that you’re starting to panic when he lets out a breath like he’s been holding it in. 

“You’d really move out here?” he asks quietly, probably remembering the last argument the two of you had that essentially ended your relationship.

“It’s a good job opportunity… and I miss you too,” you admit.

It’s a risk, taking the job and moving to another country, leaving everything you know here in Calgary. It’s a leap of faith and you can’t help but wonder what will happen if it doesn’t work out but when you arrive at the airport in Fort Lauderdale and see Matt’s smiling face waiting, you begin to think about what will happen if it does work out.

[mylittleredgirl]

Least favorite Star Trek character in each series?

i love all my children equally how could you do this to me!!!!

slightly more rational answer: i have been thinking about this since yesterday when i got the ask and it's like every time i think i have an answer i immediately go "oh but i love them for XYZ" and they move up in the ranks. ultimately most treks are ensemble shows and removing anybody from the ensemble makes it all fall apart!

gun to my head, though, bearing in mind that i love all of them:

tos: gun to my head it's chapel i'm afraid and i feel bad about it. she doesn't really get to grow much and the other most-static character is probably chekov and i had a massive crush on him. in 1967 when they went "you know this show should add a mop top for the teenyboppers out there" they were talking specifically about me 30 years later.

tng: i would take the bullet for real.

ds9: man i'm going through main characters and then secondary characters and then tertiary characters and how are they all so essential and good????? literally i have gone thru a list of characters and a list of episodes and am coming up blank. even the villains are fantastic. eddington is annoying but he's supposed to be and his episodes are all great. sloan himself is fun it's just what section 31 did to star trek in general that sucks. like????? there's not a single name that shows up in the credits that doesn't make me go YEAHHHHHH.

voy: if we can count recurring characters i'm saying barclay. i liked him a lot as a character in tng and but go "for fuck's sake" whenever i see "guest star dwight schultz" on the voyager credits. i dislike pretty much every earth-contact episode after "message in a bottle" so maybe i don't like voyager-barclay because he just happens to be there?? for main cast it'd be neelix shut up shut up i love him in the ensemble but sometimes when they give him his own episode it's too much.

ent: sorry malcolm lovers this was the only show that was an easy choice. like we SHOULD dig into the fact that essentially his greatest wish is to sacrifice himself and he won't be happy until he dies on the job. klingon behavior but not at all for the fun and glory of it just because he kind of just doesn't enjoy being alive???? archer is terrible in so many ways but he's also much more enjoyable to watch being terrible.

disco: this is actually a very weird show to even know who to choose from. the cast changes every year! we barely even know the bridge crew! who is interesting enough to count as a main character?? of the main title cast i'm kind of hot and cold with adira. i like them but the sheer amount of anxiety radiating off them at all times makes me tense up whenever they come on screen. (i just realized it's kind of ironic to say adira because they're basically a mix of wesley and ezri, who would probably make this list for most other trekkies but are two of my absolute faves.) (i will think long and hard about this)

snw: i don't know that i have enough of a read on any of them? i still haven't finished it. chapel (again?? oh no) is the one i had the hardest time warming up to early on because she seemed the most wink-y and out of place in a franchise that usually takes silly things very seriously, but i did warm up to her!

lower decks: if we can go with guest characters i hate badgey (only one on here that gathers the "hate" rating!!). i don't find him (it??) funny and i know i SHOULD find it funny which means whenever it shows up i am both not having a good time and feel bad about not having a good time. the main characters are all brilliant. gun to my head it's boims but it's a close one i love them all.

i don't even know what other shows we have i've run out of steam???

oh right picard. captain shaw??? why is such a large subset of fandom so horny for him??? and shipping him with seven of nine of all things???? is it just White Guy With Trauma because there are like. a lot of other white guys with trauma in this franchise to choose from.

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 28

"I've brought you here to discuss your imminent retirement."

Koharu choked on nothing, hacking in a most undignified manner. At her side, Homura looked most unimpressed, shuffling his stiff feet against the luxurious teal rug Tsunade had installed in her office to match the couch from home.

"Now really, Tsunade-chan, that isn't very funny." He gave her a disapproving look.

"No, it isn't," she agreed easily. Her hands were folded on the desk- she had called them to her office like a school principal with naughty children- and she did indeed look dead serious. "It's time to switch out our current system. A changing of the guard, if you will. I actually think that the two of you will agree that the proposed reforms are in Konoha's best interests."

She snapped her fingers, and Shizune wordlessly handed her what looked to be a collection of folders. Her other apprentice was in the room as well. He had no idea what was going on, but he was obediently standing silently and looking impassive. She would need his presence later to make a point very clear and prevent them from defending against her argument.

She'd like to see the old farts look him in the eye and defend exterminating his clan when they desperately wanted him to spawn another one for the good of the village.

"Granted, the village isn't actually that old," she began, spreading out the folders on her desk. "So what we have established as a council is hardly a time-honored tradition. You two are the second council that Konoha has ever had, but the original reasoning behind the two-man council is long past. Originally, the council was representatives of the two noble clans of Konoha that founded the alliance. That is no longer the case. The original purpose of the council was to be the voice of the people whispering in the Hokage's ear."

Koharu was very, very still.

Tsunade deliberately did not smile. Despite the fact that they were militant old bags of wind, the two in front of her really did have Konoha's best interests in mind. "For all your years of commendable experience, talents, and intelligence, I don't think anyone would make the claim that the two teammates of a man elected to the Hokage position over half a century ago are now able to speak for the will of the people. That Hokage has retired, and with him the hint of nepotism that encouraged that appointment," she couldn't resist adding.

"Now, you listen here," Homura began to bluster. She looked very unimpressed. "We have served this village for longer than you've been alive!"

"I know, and that's part of the problem," she drawled. "Surely you are not so delusional to think that you will live forever? You two have been shouldering the burdens that the Third Hokage was less adept with or interested in for a while now. He has retired, for the second time," she enunciated carefully. "It's time for you to pick your replacements."

That was when she flipped open the first of the folders. "The new council," she drawled easily, enjoying the scripted performance, "will consist of five members. A consensus of all five would overrule any proposed action by a Hokage. As it is now, the only role of the Council—the supposed will of the people—is to provide guidance. I am not so naïve as to think you always agreed with my predecessors, not least because I have detailed information about times that you two felt sensei was making a mistake and chose to follow another path."

The words were deliberately chosen. They had been phrased in such a way as to imply multiple things—that they may have been right about those things, that she had much more information than they would like, and that if they did not do as she wished, she could have them tried for treasonous actions.

A carrot and a stick. That skinny Nara brat had made some flowery analogy about flowers and deer, but Tsunade liked to call things what they were.

From their tense posture, both of the elders received her messages loud and clear. She savored it for just a moment—she hated having to play at their own game, but she wasn't a ham-handed brute. This route would serve her well. And oh, it was sweet to see them squirm.

She was almost hoping that she would get to use force, but her first route was that of diplomacy. If they greased the wheels, this transition would be easier.

"These five members will be selected to represent certain important factions within Konoha," she continued, drawing their attention back to her folders and passing the first one out. "For example, I have selected Morino Ibiki as a prospective candidate for the seat representing the intelligence division as one of the permanent perspectives we should be guided by. The other areas would be a representative from the Hospital's board of directors, the active duty sector, the Academy, and last but not least, a representative of the mercantile faction."

At their outraged expressions, she added, "I have several civilians from the Yamanaka clan in mind. Rest assured that the civilian perspective on the council will not be completely ignorant of the demands of a shinobi village. However, a large part of Konoha's strength is in our trade. Shinobi mouths cannot be fed without farmers, merchants, and the men and women whose children become our first generation shinobi to replace the waning strength of our clans."

They seemed a bit stunned. She took it as a good sign. "I would hope that you would be instrumental in selecting a successor for one of those categories."

With her stipulation that they avoid all appearance of nepotism and keep the Council separate from the guiding body of Clan Heads that made up the larger council, it would be nearly impossible for either of them to find a worthy candidate who would actually be a problem. But even if they both managed it, her three selections would outweigh them. Morino Ibiki was a nearly assured selection, after all. It was hard to claim that anyone other than the Head of their Intelligence would be able to represent that faction.

The folders she had provided and passed out at that point contained the profiles of the people she had considered, color-coded by the office they were meant to represent. In a rare fit of humor, Sasuke had made the active duty candidates leaf green, intelligence pink, and the hospital the color of the hideous tiling. (Shizune called it 'partially digested pumpkin'). The Academy candidate's steel grey and the civilian members' yellow (the shade of an expensive imported dye unavailable anywhere in the Fire Country) were less amusing, but still appropriate. Tsunade rather suspected he had some obsessive compulsive tendencies.

Neither of the antediluvian lizards slowly decaying on chairs in her office were idiots, for all their flaws. A bit paternalistic and condescending, but they did want what was best for Konoha. They would find the idea of a council with the power to outvote a Hokage very appealing, and the more organized she appeared to be, the better they would look upon the plan.

Silently, the two read through several folders, making faces at some and nodding slightly at others. That could have just been their weak dinosaur neck muscles wavering, though, she mocked internally. Her amusement stayed off her face completely. She couldn't allow them to treat her as a child.

Finally, Koharu spoke. "You suggest Maito Gai for the active duty shinobi? Do you really feel that is wise, Tsunade-chan?"

She recognized the query for the test that it was. Tsunade gave a faux-casual shrug. "Maito-san is perhaps one of the most unconventional shinobi in the village, but also undeniably one of the strongest active-duty shinobi. He is internationally regarded, practical, and highly intelligent. His experience with producing an admirable team will aid him, as will his almost two decades of active service both in wartime and in peace."

He was fucking weird as all hell, is what he was, but that didn't change the fact that he was brilliant.

"But we have other war heroes," Koharu probed innocently.

Tsunade gave a quiet huff. "It's true that Hatake Kakashi, for example, is perhaps both more intelligent and more powerful than Gai-san," she began, "But he does not possess the necessary temperament for that type of role. If all else fails he would be an excellent, powerful and decisive Hokage, but I do not believe he has the natural understanding of those around him that would aid him in speaking for his peers. Gai-san has contact with many age groups and specializations, whereas Hatake-san appears to have a decidedly anti-social bent."

(At this point, she could practically hear the hyena-like cackle that her youngest apprentice might have wanted to indulge in at the thought of his old sensei speaking for the people. It was a patently ludicrous thought. Maybe she was projecting, though.)

'Gotcha'. She let just a hint of amusement reach her honey eyes. They'd played into her hands by asking her about her selections and allowing her to illustrate that she had coherent arguments and logical explanations for each name on the shortlist.

"And this Umino Iruka?" Homura asked suddenly, holding up a glossy picture of the man in his Chuunin fatigues. "He seems very young for such a role."

"Umino?" She delicately raised one eyebrow. "He is two years older than you were when you two each assumed fifty percent of the responsibilities that these five members would shoulder amongst themselves," she said a bit too sweetly. "Surely it's possible that someone like that could handle less than half of what you did when you assumed your positions."

The air conditioning seemed to suddenly become more effective.

They couldn't well refute that without saying that appointing them had been a mistake and that they had their positions on the basis of nepotism. They did, of course, and they probably knew that on some level.

"We shall consider this proposition," Koharu said with quiet dignity, standing to leave. Homura got to his feet unsteadily as well.

"Just one more thing," Tsunade said lazily. 'Time for the teeth to come out'. "This is not a suggestion. I dearly hope that you will see the wisdom in this proposal, but with the information I have about your past habits of…" she pursed her lips, enjoying their carefully blank expressions. "say, indulging in actions that Sarutobi-sensei had found to be unwise, I would have to be foolish to keep you on my council. I do not have the benefit of working with you for years and cannot therefore trust that when you go behind my back and aid Danzo in rather interesting escapades that I will see the wisdom in them after the fact or forgive you out of friendship. Make no mistake. Your retirements will be announced two days from now at the spring festival, whether you do it yourselves through a smile or I explain after I have you arrested for treason tomorrow." She gave a decidedly feline smile. "Enjoy your retirement."

When the door slammed shut behind them and the privacy seals flared to life again, she allowed herself to relax. "Well, that was a fucking bore," she drawled. 'Two down, and the worst to go.' That would be a while yet, despite how desperately she wanted the damn thing done.

There was a chance that they would decide to fight her. They would first go to Danzo, then the Daimyo. Once Danzo realized the Daimyo had already been poisoned against the three of them (why support a candidate who could die off at any moment?) he would almost certainly leave the two of them out to dry. In turn… Well. They wouldn't like that much, now would they?

Shizune giggled, on a bit of an adrenaline fueled high. She let herself relax, having been tensely professional the entire time the council had been there.

"It's almost like you're planning on putting an idiot in office," Sasuke drawled with a slight smirk. "Are you sure you don't want to codify anything else to prevent Naruto from running Konoha into the ground or hurting himself? Maybe we should put protective cushions around all the corners in the building?"

"If you think of anything else, be sure to file all suggestions with Keiko," she snarked. Then she sighed, serious. There was one or two more unpleasant things to get out of the way at the moment, despite being done with bullying the elderly for the moment.

"Sasuke." He looked at her, smirk slipping off his features. "Shizune and I each have one issue to bring up with you." She cracked her knuckles. "Unfortunately, what I need to tell you is classified information above your clearance level. You desperately need to know, but there are also extenuating circumstances making it very unwise for me to tell you right now."

Both of his dark eyebrows went up. He'd been cleared to Jounin status as her apprentice so he could be helpful. "It relates to the indiscretions that I am tossing those old farts out on their asses for." She purposefully let bitterness seep into her tone.

He became very still, dark eyes unwavering. There weren't many good ways to interpret that.

"Once you have met either one of the two requirements for officially becoming a Clan Head, turning sixteen or proving yourself an A-class shinobi capable of defending the village's most important secrets, I will tell you everything that I was told soon after I gained this office." She regarded him steadily. "Can you trust my wisdom and that I act in your best interests until that time?" This wasn't an ideal solution. If she didn't have a grasp of his personality and think he could handle it, she would have tried to keep this information from him forever instead of trying to make sure he didn't become too infuriated when he found out he'd wasted five years hating a victim and being smiled at by the real murderers.

"Hai," he said slowly and a bit uncertainly, his loose clothes rustling slightly as he shifted.

"Good," she bit off, glad to be able to pass the buck. "Now, Shizune, tell him what you discovered."

Her older apprentice gave her a dirty look. Tsunade had agreed to break this news as well. She stepped forward gamely anyway, somewhat nervously fingering the blood test she had analyzed earlier that day. "Ah, do you remember when I asked you for clearance to access your family's medical history?" He nodded.

Tsunade tried not to snort. That wasn't a particularly brave start.

"For context, I think I should explain that the Uchiha clan actually had a tendency to demonstrate a certain rare blood disease in the last few generations," she continued professionally. "Very rare, of course. I think that there were four reported cases since the founding, but seeing as the disease has only been reported as manifesting outside the clan in the limited medical history we have, I would hypothesize that there's a definite genetic predisposition in your family line. We don't know much about it at all, actually, and it has never been cured."

"This does not inspire comfort," he deadpanned, crossing his arms. "So, is this your way of telling me I'm sick? Do I have a month left to live, perhaps?"

"No…" she coughed, eyes avoiding his face. "When an Academy student displayed symptoms, I thought to do some bloodwork."

Sasuke had gone pale in an instant when she'd said the world 'student', and was now looking distinctly green by 'bloodwork'. He was a smart boy.

"Um, well. There are five cases now. Congratulations." She held out a profile and gave a picture-perfect smile with just the right amount of teeth. "It's a girl. It looks like someone was pregnant with the love-child of a cousin of yours at the time of his death. That woman, a career Chuunin who passed away about a year ago, never released any information about the child's parentage." She coughed awkwardly. "Somewhat understandably so, given that Itachi is still at large."

There was a thump when Sasuke fainted dead away. It was the least dignified thing either woman had ever seen him do.

Tsunade peered over the edge of her desk and cackled. "Welcome to responsibility for another life, Uchiha Clan heir," she gasped out. She burst out into peals of laughter at Shizune's false disapproval. "Oh, live a little. It's funny. And just think, I bet the poor boy is going to be the one to figure out the cure."

Shizune cracked a reluctant smile, picking up her limp kohai easily and ruffling his hair after she deposited him on the couch. "He does excel in his areas of interest," she commented mildly. And it would be the first time a medic of any real caliber had investigated the disease, as the Uchiha had been far too proud for their own good and apparently of the idiotic idea that a predisposition for a certain disease tied to the carriers of Sharingan was an embarrassing sign of weakness.

"When do we leave?"

Temari jumped a little, sloshing her ice-cold water onto her lap. She grimaced, ignoring the television long enough to mop up the mess with a cushion and then toss it aside. Someone came to clean daily anyway. Living in Konoha was niiiice- no water restrictions or assigned times for bathing, air conditioning that she could adjust in the apartment, and a twitchy brunette who she could ring and ask for food at any time were all at her disposal.

'At this rate, I'm going to be able to proudly tell Kankuro that Gaara learned to speak in sentences while we were away. Won't he be surprised', she thought amusedly. He seemed marginally less terrifying now that she knew he could do something so human as get flustered over how to talk to a girl. Being in Konoha really had been good for him.

"Depends," she finally answered. Temari looked up at her brother lazily and patted the sqwooshy mauve couch in invitation. He leaned against the back instead, oddly intent as he loomed over her. "Why? Are you bored?"

Poor Gaara had been getting the brunt of what little enthusiasm that the irritating tour guide assigned to them for their stay could muster. (It was almost as if Konoha wanted to make sure they'd be kept out of trouble or something. She had no idea where they'd ever get an idea like that).

While she was in meetings with the Hokage or signing endless paperwork downstairs, he had endured monotonous tours of the hundreds of little bridges spanning tiny creeks and rock gardens and all manner of sissy things that Konoha boasted instead of practical things like minefields filled with poisonous cacti and poisonous animals. (It boggled the mind. What ninja cared that much about aesthetics? The Senju had apparently been fucking weird).

The tours had proven two different things to Temari- they were getting desperate to keep her little brother entertained, and he was demonstrating what seemed to be saintlike patience. Of course, since for Gaara days never ended and he probably stared at the walls or something for a polite eight hours while the rest of Konoha slept, it made sense that he would be anxious enough to want to leave.

"If things go well, we could be out of here tomorrow," she ventured, aiming for a noncommittal tone since he had never responded to her last try at conversation. She had actually been rather interested in staying for the cherry blossom viewing festival. She had never seen one before, and wasn't likely to have a chance again anytime soon.

Either she wasn't as good as she thought she was, or her little brother knew her far better than he'd indicated so far because he gave her a sharp look. Temari preferred to think it was the second option. Sheepishly, she shrugged and admitted that, "I was hoping to stay for the festival. The Hokage invited us, you know. I mean, it is a little childish, but…"

"That would be acceptable," Gaara said quietly, looking down at his hands uncertainly before slowly moving to pat her shoulder. She gifted him with a wide smile. Awkwardly, he tried to raise one half of his mouth in answer, baring a few teeth. His cheek sort of twitched, and then she couldn't help but laugh.

He looked mildly affronted, so she sat up and flung her arms around his neck, dragging him closer down to her level. It was nice to be able to touch her youngest brother, especially now that Kankuro had decided he was too grown up for cuddles. Temari was actually a very physical person.

"Thanks," she chirruped. "You know, they gave us a budget for shopping since we're here as ambassadors. Want to play dress up for the festival?"

The look he gave her in answer was revolted. She snickered, before conceding, "Okay, maybe not. I think I have one of my nicer outfits clean anyways. Do you need that washed?" She nodded at his blood-stained attire.

Gaara looked faintly perplexed. "I had these clothes washed before we left home."

'Eat your heart out, sissy Konoha nin,' Temari thought with a lopsided smirk. "Fair enough, little bro. Although normally, people wash their clothes every day here. Not exactly worried about water supplies." There had never seemed like any point in pressing the matter of hygiene with him, since he got blood on his clothes almost daily up until recently.

If he'd possessed eyebrows, they would have been raised then.

"Yeah, I know," she agreed blandly, and considered asking him why he didn't have any. Did he shave them off, or did he just not grow any? She hadn't thought it polite to ask before.

Still probably wasn't very polite, actually.

Yamato slouched like a recalcitrant child, red-faced and slightly shamed. He could practically feel amusement in his senpai's gaze, though the only hints were in that one visible eye.

"And how did practice go earlier today?" he inquired lightly, a strange lilt in his voice. Yamato shuffled his feet guiltily.

Stiffly, he replied, "Aiko-san may be more talented than I gave her credit for."

That was a slight understatement. She had kept him on the run, and he was relatively certain that she wasn't working very hard to gentle her blows. The difficulty of using her chains for restraint partially lay in the fact that she would be using them on moving targets. The girl could easily wrap them around existing wood without even cracking it (a low bar for measuring gentleness, but he'd take what he could get since he was not planning on letting her touch him with them) but as soon as she had to act against a moving target all hell broke loose.

However, after he had somehow managed to offend her, he was relatively certain that her intent had been less to practice and more to make a point. It was impractical, and that confused him a bit. They would have to work together again at least once more. If she disliked him so, she should be as efficient as possible to end the working relationship.

Then again, he was a black kettle talking about a pot. He had let a teenager fluster him and get under his skin. He was already embarrassed before he'd gone to his apartment and found that his hair and clothes were full of splinters. And so here he was, gently shedding bits of trash in front of his personal hero. Yamato took a moment to feel a little sorry for himself.

There was a pointed silence while Kakashi mercilessly waited for the younger man to continue, completely ignoring the obvious plea in watery dark eyes. "Is that a report, soldier?"

He coughed, tugging at his flak jacket. It was a different weight distribution than ANBU gear, and he wasn't yet used to it. He didn't venture out in plainclothes much. "Well, um. By the end of things, she did have somewhat of a grasp of using her chakra chains in a way that didn't damage wood, but I am not entirely confident she will be able to safely use them as a method of restraint for living beings."

"Oh?" his bastard of a senpai inquired easily. "Were you correct about your assumption that she would probably not be able to do too much damage, or did you need to help her master gentle handling against your wood before you risked flesh?"

The wording, though factual… was disturbingly reminiscent of his terrible experience. 'You fucker,' Yamato thought a little darkly, 'you knew. You knew about that little monster.' Outwardly, he maintained as impassive an expression as possible.

There was absolutely no chance his senpai was fooled.

"No. Aiko-san demonstrated… disturbing proficiency with damaging my wood." His ears were scarlet, and there was an altogether strange tone in his voice. Kakashi favored him with a glance. Defensively, Yamato added, "She also demonstrated by far the filthiest vocabulary I've ever encountered."

Kakashi valiantly managed not to snicker. Poor uptight Tenzou. He gave his cute little kohai an unimpressed expression. "Who, precious little Aiko-chan? Ah, that's funny Tenzou." He practically leered. "What a joker you are."

"Yamato!" his kohai practically yelped, coloring around his collar. "It's Yamato now." Then he gave a slight pout, as if considering refuting his senpai's apparent misconception about the nature of his apprentice. Then again, complaining might signal to her that she'd somehow won a psychological victory, which would be unacceptable. He'd won their spar, of course. He was former ANBU and an A-class shinobi. It would have been an utter disgrace if he hadn't.

Then again, it was also a bit disgraceful that he had let her fluster him into turning their training into a spar. It had been supposed to be a controlled exercise. By the end, he involuntarily cringed every time he was pushed into using his unique jutsu to push her abilities. The comments about being overwhelmed by his barrage and so on didn't help, either. That little brat was a hell of a voice actor. If he didn't know what had been going on…

He involuntarily tugged at his collar, swallowing hard. 'She's not even fourteen,' he reminded himself desperately. 'She doesn't know what she's talking about.'

Yamato carefully steered this thoughts away from that dark path. That way only leads to madness. She wouldn't act so... so… Well. That wouldn't happen again if someone else was there to witness, right? The girl had seemed perfectly sweet and innocent until Kakashi-senpai had left. Overly saccharine, in fact. …suspiciously so…

Yamato had the sudden suspicion that he'd been played. She'd never been a fluffball in the first place, had she.

"Well then, Yamato," Kakashi breathed, taking a step in. His heartrate jumped, and he went very still while his senpai practically purred into his ear. "I suppose that I'll still need your help."

"Hai," he agreed dumbly before he knew what he'd said.

"Excellent." Kakashi snapped backwards, no longer leaning in and somehow looming over Yamato and disrupting his thought processes. "I'll find you when I need help again."

Flustered, Yamato jumped and moved to waive his hands, saying that he'd changed his mind or that he wasn't the best to help her or please god senpai, don't leave me alone with a girl again- but it was too late. His senpai gave a little wave and was gone.

'That is the rudest way to end a conversation,' he pouted to himself, sinking down into his couch with no care for the mess he was leaving. (Senpai had ambushed him when he came home, having placidly eaten the leftovers in the fridge with no apparent shame whatsoever). He didn't even know when his senpai would want his help again.

Then again, that meant that Kakashi-senpai would seek him out on his own. Yamato brightened.

"Booooring," Aiko whined, channeling Naruto just a little bit. Absently, Ino reached back and smacked her upside the head. She cringed with the force of the blow, lessening the force behind it but didn't bother to dodge. She'd deserved it.

This was a particular ritual that Aiko had never taken part in to her memory, though she had heard tell of it before.

'Funny, it always seemed so much more interesting in movies,' she mused. She had obediently parked her butt on a bench outside the fitting room where Karin was tugging Hinata into a gorgeous kimono for the festival the day after tomorrow. She wasn't entirely sure where they had picked Ino up, but she had come with a wide-eyed, patient boy Aiko had never met who was apparently her designated shopping bag holder. He was looking a little unbalanced, she noted critically. But he was very strong, probably either a low-level shinobi or someone who worked out a lot. A lesser man might have sagged under the bolts of fabric Ino was throwing around haphazardly. From what Aiko gathered, Ino and her mother had a tradition of making their own kimono for this festival. The woman must have been very talented, because the pictures Ino trotted out proved that she wasn't shoddily dressed at past events.

"Oh!" Ino gasped theatrically, hands flying up to her mouth. "You gorgeous bitch! Everyone, look at Hinata."

The girl herself was flushing when Aiko lifted her head to see what the fuss was about, but Hinata resolutely stared straight forward. It was a marked improvement on her old habit of staring at the ground (or fainting, god forbid). The kimono itself had been excellently tailored to her graceful form. Doubtlessly the patterns of yellow, green, and pink birds and flowers meant something incredibly poignant, but Aiko had no idea. She'd forgotten pretty much everything she'd learned about flower meanings and kimono selection. Aiko liked clothes quite a bit, but they were usually much simpler.

Karin squealed, Ino's boy toy gazed for just a little too long and sputtered out something complimentary, and a group of slightly older girls they didn't know came over to gush. Apparently, Hinata was going to be the prettiest girl at the whole damn festival. When the group looked at her expectantly, Aiko hurried to think of something appropriate to say.

"Where are you going to put your weapons in that?"

Apparently, that wasn't the magic phrase she was looking for. Hinata gave a surprised sort of laugh, but Karin face-palmed and Ino gave her a bewildered look. She shrugged helplessly in response, giving Aiko a particularly disgusted look through her fingers.

"How did you pass your traditional dress class when you started school?"

Aiko shrugged uncaringly. "Naruto," she replied simply as if that explained everything. Then she frowned. 'Come to think of it, that probably only creates more questions for them,' she realized. No one said anything. Impatiently, she tapped at the weapons pouch on her thigh. It was a bit of a security blanket and comforting habit for her.

"Who is dressing you for this?" Ino finally managed, sounding disturbingly flat.

"Um… Karin?" she said, making it more of a question than a statement and peering over at her 'cousin'. Ino patted her arm.

"Good call. Actually, if you don't mind I'd like to help. Doesn't she have such exotic coloring?" Ino tugged on Aiko's hair and poked her pale cheek with one of her harpy talons before whipping around to ignore her again.

'It's like I'm an animal for sale.' Slightly offended, she slouched against a wall and just waited for it all to be over. She had no idea why, but they eventually put her in a pink and brown confection and did their level best to force any and all oxygen out of her body with the obi.

"That's too tight," she blandly slipped out, slapping their hands away and loosening it herself. Why would they do that? The dress was already impractical enough. Reducing her cardio abilities would be an outright hindrance.

Ino and Karin shared an inscrutable look at her expense. She rolled her eyes. She didn't need to look sexy. She was thirteen.

That was in the afternoon, and Aiko had split from her other companions. Normally she might have been miffed about carrying all the bags home, but she was just grateful to be free. Hinata and Karin were going to meet with their new sensei to train for the first time, and had made a quick change in the shop before taking off to training ground 44.

Aiko almost considered pitying them. They didn't seem to understand what they'd gotten into, even after Kurenai broke out into a laughing fit and kept trying to congratulate them for pulling a hilarious prank. When they assured her that they really were asking permission for Hinata to do supplementary training with Anko, she had reportedly gotten a very strange expression before muttering something indistinguishable that they took as permission.

Then again, if they couldn't take hints like that, they probably deserved the full-throttle crazy train coming their way.

She was glad for both of them, actually. Karin's combat abilities were poor and she had really been feeling stifled in the hospital (she had a lot of anger to work off). Hinata's combat stats weren't the greatest either, (and if she never worked up the bravery to go back to the Hyuuga manse and seek out further jyuuken training, they probably wouldn't get much better without Anko's timely intervention) but her real issue was her crippling lack of confidence. She had been gradually opening up, especially at the house, but she still reverted sometimes in public to a stuttering mess. If Anko (the self-proclaimed sexiest kunoichi in Hi no Kuni, most powerful and graceful master of snake ninjutsu and saint for a religion she planned on inventing) couldn't help Hinata gain some rocking abilities and the capacity to recognize them as such, then no one in the world could hope to help that girl.

'Of course, that's if they survive the training.' Aiko snorted in a really unbecoming manner when her two housemates dragged their sorry carcasses to the house about five hours later in the dead of the night while she'd been scribbling in one of her books. "You two look like shit," she cackled, having just flipped on the porch light when she heard a noise. She was in a thin blue yukata instead of her day clothes, but technically decent enough to come greet them.

Karin gave her a hideous look through red-rimmed eyes and snarled, "Bite me!" Hinata made some strange sound she couldn't quite identify.

From behind them, Anko tutted. "Tsk tsk, Hinata." She shook her head sadly. "What did I say about that? Use your words."

Hinata whimpered. The snake mistress nudged at her ribs with an elbow.

"What do we say when someone tells us we look like shit?" she patiently coached, looking for all the world like a kindergarten teacher. It was uncanny, and Aiko shivered involuntarily.

The small girl took a deep, shaking breath, looked up at Aiko, and gave a weak and very obviously practiced glare. "Go s-suck a lemon."

Karin grinned feebly, pushing past Aiko into the house and collapsing at the table with her shoes still on. "Atta girl, Hinata."

Aiko couldn't help but feel proud as well. "Would you like to come in?" She held the door open further to Anko as Hinata shuffled in like a zombie. Anko looked a bit surprised, pointing at herself.

"What, me? I was just walking them home, since I thought the poor babies might collapse. They're out of shape." Karin managed to stick her tongue out at the older woman. The shuriken that Anko idly flung in response thudded into the table a centimeter from her finger. She was apparently too tired to flinch away, shrugging instead and resting her forehead on the table.

"I'm sure," she agreed placidly. "Invitation's still open. I don't have to be up early tomorrow."

Slowly, Anko smiled, looking a bit uncertain. That was about when Aiko realized that Anko was still probably a bit of an outcast and felt like shit for never having invited her over before.

"C'mon." She nudged a pair of house shoes at Anko. "Sorry about it being a spare, I'll get you a pair of your own tomorrow, if princess priss can tolerate the horror of someone using the communal shoes I bought for people to use for one night." Her voice easily carried throughout the house as Hinata shuffled around making quiet noises in the spare bedroom where she had been staying. (At this point, it was almost her bedroom, really).

"Right now, I don't care if she eats them," Karin croaked out from the kitchen.

Anko favored her with an unimpressed look, leaning over to slip off her ninja standard sandals. "You know, you should take a shower before Hinata-chan uses up all the hot water."

Karin actually let out a few tears and a whimper, pushing herself up with shaky arms. "Kill me now, someone. Anyone."

"No one do it," Hinata half-whispered raspily from the bathroom door, catching everyone's attention with an unusually giddy little smile that Aiko thought might signal she was feeling lightheaded. "If I have to feel like this, so do you." Then she slipped inside and quietly shut the door, leaving everyone else in stunned silence before the two kunoichi who didn't ache started laughing nearly hysterically when the water turned on.

"Not funny," Karin wailed.

When they managed to stop laughing, Anko demandingly tugged Aiko into the front room and covertly pulled out a small orange box from her hip pouch… which Aiko was downright shocked to recognize as a digital camera case.

"Before you judge me, I want you to know that I was gauging their ability to work together under adverse circumstances," she began, looking only slightly guilty. "To prove that they had what it took to be my students, you understand. I don't want to train no selfish little brats."

"I don't judge, promise," she mumbled distractedly before prodding at the camera. "Where did you get that?" she breathed, raising an eyebrow. Those things were not cheap. In the kitchen, Karin moaned sadly, but didn't seem to be interested in what they were whispering about.

The older girl shrugged conspiratorially. "Hey, it was my first day as a teacher," she hissed. "I had to immortalize it. For posterity, you understand. Would you like to see them fighting the giant tigers with their legs tied together?"

Aiko blinked, not entirely sure she'd heard that properly. "What, like for a three-legged race?"

Anko nodded seriously. "Yeah, the tigers interrupted, but that was almost better than what I'd planned."

"You are a terrible person," she spoke out loud with too much volume, a bit stunned. Then she snatched at the camera. "I think I'm in love with you. Of course I want to see that."

[purpldazed]

Sept 23, 2024.

Hi stranger,

It wasn't easy to reach out to you and explain what happened in the past two years but I know that it was my mistake to be with my ex and hide what I was dealing with. I fell in love with you somewhere along the lines of being purely platonic best friends and between the all nighters we used to have. With you, I was able to know that love wasn't all consuming like I initially believed. It's funny that I didn't even know that I've been in love with you for the past six years but then again, it was a slow free fall for me. 

What I felt then and now, it had always stayed the same even when we came to change through time and the seasons that had passed when we ended through that misunderstanding of ours. We were just girls who turned into women together and we even experienced accepting our sexualities together. You were colored in every part of me and my life then, even now. All I ever felt was contentment with you, stranger. I was never able to long for anything that you couldn't give whether it was just friendship and shared conversations through eye contact in a crowded room or something beyond the familiarity of our friendship. You were more than enough for me.

But you didn't reach out after you asked me about my feelings and I told the truth. I was left hanging after you told me that it was easier to communicate through messages— “I don't mind our way of communication. It's enough to show our care for each other and keep our distance to avoid breaking each other again,” and then you told me that whatever we hold will pass. “Lilipas rin naman 'to. Kahit mag-explain ka or Hindi tayo magkaroon ng closure kung san nga ba nagkamali lahat.” But it's hard to believe when you're sending me messages only I can decipher and read through understanding the way your mind works.

You're scared. You're hurt yet, you want us to work out like we did in the past. I understand you and why you hurt. I don't blame you for anything but, I'm truly a mess after seeing the highlight on your account and how the last frame only consists of a small glimpse of my letter to you. I was stupid to confess that I fell in love with you but I was dumb to not know that you had once felt the same, too. Years before I realized my own feelings and now it feels like time itself is weaving a cruel play of us. 

You can't ask me to stay because we might end up fix whatever was broken. I can't hang around to wait if this is something more than another friendship break-up. I miss you too deeply these days, stranger. I can't keep listening to our favorite album and hate the idea that I'll leave this country that had became painted in all the hues made of everything that is you. It was wrong for me to fall in love but that's the thing about the free fall and the tenderness, I didn't even know I loved you until it was a little bit too late. 

Although I do know that I have to pick myself for once and I can't stick around in this small town to wait for your answer whether it's the end of us or if I'm waiting for anything at all. Two years was enough and for six years, my heart had only been yours. I can't drop everything in my life just to accommodate when you finally decide to reach out to me again. Am I going to be left waiting around for two years again? I don't think I want to know the answer anymore. I love you and I'm starting to love myself too, stranger.

Hopefully it won't be a goodbye but a see-you-later for now. If I ever see you in this small town or around places we used to call ours, I won't turn the other way whether you'll smile at me or act like I'm truly the ghost of your past. 

- A.

[koriginaladdict]

Hi, sorry to bother, but I kind of need to go on a little rant, because I saw some things on the TVD Reddit page that made me upset. And I would not recommend you go there ever either. There are seriously people on that sub who think Elena and Jeremy killing Kol and his sireline was justified, even going as far as to say that they did it for humanity and to save innocent lives, and that Kol had it coming, because he was unhinged and terrorizing people.

Kol may have been the way he was and did what he did, but that does not mean Elena and Jeremy had a right to do what they did. And the self-defense argument that these people use is null and void, because Elena literally planned the entire thing and was gonna do it regardless of what Kol did. Which is pretty messed up in itself, because Jeremy at least didn't have to do it and could've easily told Elena no and figured out another way to complete the hunter's mark. And they both had plenty of opportunities before everything went down to change their minds and not go through with it.

So, I really just can't wrapped my head around people defending such a horrible thing. How can they say they care about humanity and innocent lives, but in the same breath say they support genocide and that killing is okay, just because it's against vampires? The two just don't correlate or go together. It's also funny how they single out Kol for being unhinged, but say nothing whatsoever about Stefan, Damon, Klaus, and Elijah, and now unhinged they were and all the innocents they've harmed as well.

People are trying so hard to change the narrative and rewrite history, and act as if people didn't have valid reasons for disliking Elena, when they were completely valid. Overall, it's time people move on from this show for good. It's been seven years and nothing has changed. The fans are still as toxic as they were back then and keep carrying on with the ship wars. And quite frankly, neither TVD nor TO were honestly that great of shows for people to be acting this way. If they were really being honest with themselves, they'd recognize and accept how bad both shows were, and how awful the writing, character development, and relationships were. Both shows did have potential to be great and they started out with promise, but the writers screwed it all up and burned both shows to the ground.

Dearest anon I cannot agree more with you especially the ending 💯

and that is exactly what I did, moved on, now I'm a casual viewer who's only in fandom for entertainment and fanfiction 🤷‍♀️

It's been 9 years since I joined this fandom, and one thing about people is they either blindly believe narrative regardless of it not matching what truly happens. and smarter people who are not as easily manipulated.

All I can say is carry with you the satisfaction that you know better.

and if elena wasn't so selfish and whiny and dealt with it like caroline did (who did not have any sympathy from anyone except stefan, then bonnie warmed up to her too later) none of the silas debacle would've happened.

It was poetic justice how the very first thing silas did was snap jeremy's neck, jeremy should've stayed dead. But ofc god forbid elena faces any consequences for her actions.

Katherine was hunted for 500 years for daring to save herself, elena kills 2 originals and Klaus and elijah are all chill with her 🤷‍♀️

Makes no sense and there's no point trying to convince people who lack critical thinking with logic.

Thank you for this message ❤️

[mdhwrites]

Atelier Sophie: A Subtle Gem That's a Cozy Barrel of Fun

This is the first RPG in a long time where I have put 50+ hours into it and my immediate reaction to getting to the end of its story was that I needed to pick up the sequel, at full price, 60 dollars, NOW... And check out more of the series in general. Its odd choice to try and make a Slice of Anime into a game just hits that well while still telling a genuine fantasy story with interlocking themes and messages.

What is that story though? Well, I'm trying to avoid spoilers with this blog but it comes down to a kind of classic pitch. A young girl finds a talking book and they both change the other's life forever. A timeless coming of age story about friendship, the desires that motivate us, the strength we find from our bonds and the general wish to do good... And also the complexities that come with that. Like... This is a game that manages to actually make a reasonable argument for why one should ignore 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few' while also bringing that question up AT ALL in something that 90+% cozy and pastoral. Not everything is that morally complex but little of it is simple.

That doesn't mean you can't just enjoy the surface value either though. I streamed my whole playthrough and there were LOTS of times where I would react to something trying to be funny... And Sophie just said what I did a second later. There are really good jokes, a great, true sense of care amongst the entire cast, genuine, light ribbing from friends meant to motivate each other and poke fun at their flaws. Everyone is also fully realized with their own interests, goals and desires that you can help with. Not for really any benefit to you but just because you want to help these people who are your friends. Only like two of the character stories, the side quests, in the ENTIRE GAME actually require you to even do combat. Most of them are just "Hey, can you make this item that you were already going to?"

And that brings me to the gameplay. This is an alchemy game where the alchemy matters... Only to the amount that you do need to be doing it. It is not a hard game. Once I started figuring out properly how the crafting worked, I started becoming overpowered very quickly. If you're worried though about constantly needing to remake the same things or having to constantly play catch up, it's smart in giving you ways to not have to do that and the pace is slow enough, gating new recipes with clear flags, that it took until when I had EVERY recipe available to me, a whopping a one hundred and thirty one, that I felt like I'd really fallen behind... Though not in power. Just that I had a LOT of things to make if I wanted to fill the list out. I beat the game having only done a hundred recipes. They weren't perfect either and the final boss went down like a bitch.

But I didn't want it to be hard because, well, I wanted this to be a fun adventure with friends by then while showing off what we had all accomplished together. Not some big slog where we're barely making it through. Also, those bonds of friendship play into the combat with characters doing support attacks or defending each other because we are all here to try and live better lives.

I have said in the past that I think one of the best pieces of writing advice out there is that "A good story knows what it is as much as it knows what it is not." I have played few games that feel like they were designed with that concept in mind. Not to say there's no waste at all but that it knows what it is in and out better than I think a lot of games, and especially RPGs if I'm honest, do.

Also, we stand our lesbian disaster that is Sophie. The main character is genuinely a bit of a mess as far as taking care of themselves goes but you will never find someone with a bigger heart. Someone who so genuinely wants the world to be a better place and will put the work in to do that, even if she might whine just a little. Also ship Tess and Sophie so god damn hard I cannot understate it.

If all of this sounds like I'm just gushing... It's because I am. Because I loved my time with this so utterly and thoroughly that all I want is more time with it. More of a reason to sink deeper into these bonds and friendships and themes and mechanics and post game just because I want to stay here. In a world that will always end in good. Not that there is no darkness, just that there will always end up being good somewhere within it.

As my first Atelier game, I could not have asked for a better introduction and you can bet that this series already holds a place in my heart. So please, grab a cup of tea, sit and enjoy this overlooked gem of a game.

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I will say that the story stuff is only for the core game of Atelier Sophie. I have not actually made it through the DX content yet that came with the remake. However, there is such a clear delineation between the two that I felt it was reasonable to make this anyways, especially while I was still humming with excitement from the ending.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006 4:19 pm "baby im getting on a plane in a minute i wanted to say bye and i love you..." its funny the way being young exaggerates everything. when we fall in love or fall apart its all magnified. ive been waiting on a change. ive been waiting for you to not give up on me. i should have bet against myself and thrown the game. its always the same. the same people that are not me with the strange coastal breeze and the strange coastal boys. the truth is even funnier. its slippery. it looks different at 1am than it does at 10am. it looks different two weeks later. you know what the fuck i am talking about. its always new names and numbers. but its the same. and i am dirty, forgetful, lonely, arrogant, stubborn, secretive, and many other things i hear in whispers. but my heart is fucking in it. you could set your watch by it. and that has been thrown out and trashed. lied to. ignored. run away from. i have the opposite of midas' touch.

no matter how you spin it- it hurts. words cannot explain- congratulations! you did it again.

but being in the bitter boys club just keeps the cycle spinning. so this is me walking away. this is the closure i needed. or close to it.

i want to be in love again. she is the start of it- she reminds me of sweet child o'mine and staying up all night talking and the truth and winks that are just for me.

there are no futures here. there are no more second chances or arkansas- or wrong text messages. 'the girl i loved never really existed at all'...

this journal doesn't really make sense anymore. the purpose i started it for is out the window and out of my mind. this will be the last entry in here. its gonna be okay.

"its not that id die for you, its that i already have."

next time try telling the truth.

Current Music: "wish you were here" pink floyd Saturday, March 4th, 2006 3:15 pm i know its true because i read it on the internet and everything on the internet is true i am sick in new york city. watching top model. i loved the secret show at knitting factory. its like someone hit the rewind button on my life. perfect. i am in love with my band at times like this. they get me, i get them. words fail me right now. my head gets to me sometimes. congratulations. you hurt my feelings. yep. thats right. ive got feelings (barely hehe). threw up right before we went on and fell asleep right when we got off. down with a sickness. natalie portman thinks we are geeks. i think she is right. time to eat grilled cheese and tomato.

santino > pete wentz.

for realz. Thursday, February 23rd, 2006 1:50 am "just like in the 1 9 9 9- before model chicks were bending over..." its late. i cant sleep. when i have noone to turn to, i usually turn to the words. right now the words disappoint me. just like everything else. i always said that when this stopped being fun and cathartic that i would walk away. it seems as though this time is quickly approaching. i tired of the endless explanations as you tire of the excuses. nothing is ever good enough on either end. i have not changed the way i think or feel any more than anyone has. i am ordinary- i am just some boy. be careful what you wish for pete.

i will write more here only tommorrow. hopefully the sunlight will change how i look at things. its funny i think that our video contains some predictions of the spirit of where we are now. if this doesn't get better then...

im sorry. i am not equipped for this.

goodnight moon. Sunday, February 19th, 2006 11:34 pm we put the f.u. back in fun so ive been reading many peoples diatribes lately. about what punk rock is and how bullshit this whole scene is. about how we all need to fuck off and die. well the truth is youre so fucking brave and i am so fucking cliche. i am okay with that. but i believe in these songs and these eyes and these sweated out rooms. the words your write hurt my eyes and my back is sore from being hunched over the screen all night. you cheapen what i do by casually throwing barbed statements at my friends and fans. leave. we don't fucking need you. we dont care what you think about us. we dont need to sit in clubs and watch you excuse yourself to the bathroom every 20 minutes, just cause we know how it goes. we dont need to watch you onstage. the best songs sing themselves. ive said it since day one. this is my rushmore. this saved me. fuck you for trying to ruin it.

new songs are my middle finger back to you. im sorry youre gonna have to wait awhile to hear yourself called out through the speakers.

i love the way they always ask to see my room key when i walk into my hotel at night. like i do not belong. because i do not belong. i love opposition. i love the haters. i love mondays. i love accidents. i love "no more chances". i love walking through this city at night where i do not know anyone. because i do not know anyone. i love secret shows. i love coded messages. i love the way you have me figured out so much better than i have myself figured out.

xo

peterabbit Wednesday, February 8th, 2006 5:04 am so you want the truth been living just outside of okay for awhile now. but its changing. whatever story you heard about me is not true. im pretty sure im not gonna bring home a grammy tommorrow. but i will have lots of good pictures. how i am feeling about someone is always changing. except i am allowed to be happy inside my head right now. ive been scared of everything for far too long. i haven't let myself be alright. but ive done alot of thinking on the 12 hour flight here. i just like being around certain people. new friends make my heart flutter. old ones make me feel homesick. been going to grammy parties all week. yeah im that guy in the corner lurking hard. its kinda creepy. ive been training the last month for our video- however i think i may have sprained or fractured my foot in the last day. if this thing turns out the way it is supposed to- it will be the most epic thing fall out boy has ever done. i dont miss you but i do miss the idea of you. i went and looked at houses out in california again today- i want to get a dog and a backyard. maybe not just yet. but maybe. my clock is ticking on your pretty face. my dad got drunk tonight and talked shit to all of my friends. pretty amazing. i wish i had it on video. total release the bats two material. i want to do a tv show like the wonder years starring fall out boy. i don't think any networks would be too interested. dont call it a comeback.

put pennies on my eyes when i die.

you are new moons and fresh sheets and the end of that one dream.

love the fancy kid.

[maialawliet]

I Don't Know What To Feel!

This is a vent post.

Have you ever felt that your friendship with someone died ever so silently? You don't know if you're still friends with them, but you are not dumb enough to not know that the way they've been treating you has been different from the way they've been treating others.

I don't know where to begin exactly. We are 6 people in our friend group and they are the first people I've gotten used to in my environment. When we hit second year, we were forcibly rearranged into different classes and the group was cut in half. I got really close to this particular friend of mine who I'd like to call as Sophia.

Now, I might be weird when I say this, but I've always felt out of place with my friend group. I always felt like I'm struggling. That I have to make the most out of everything when I am with them or I will be left behind. And I feel like a bitch for even talking like this because they have done nothing wrong to me. Nothing. I don't know why I feel alone most of the time.

Sophia and I became close. I started to see her for who and how she is and I trusted that we'd be lifelong friends. I told her the things I never told the others—that I hate feeling out of place. I poured myself to her over a cup of milktea we shared one late afternoon. I just thought... we'd be really great friends beyond school.

I started to reconnect with other people in my class and I don't know, but I think things went downhill from there. I started to eat with other people, but Sophia never seemed to mind it. Besides, I hung out with other girls and she was always included (I mean, the girls like her a lot too). She was always there and I always prioritized her feelings. I would still always seek her presence amongst the crowd. We bonded with other girls, too! Heck, she and the other girls started playing Roblox because of me.

But then, she suddenly became distant. One day, it felt like she wasn't interested in talking with me at all. For context, the night before this, we were messaging each other funny jokes and venting about school, so I really did not understand the change of behavior towards me. She left the classroom with the excuse that she wanted to go buy some food. Only for her to come back smiling with our guy friend and becoming indifferent again when she saw me. I tried asking her if she was okay or if there was something wrong, but she wouldn't budge. She never budges so I didn't push it. I invited her to lunch with the other girls even though I was already becoming increasingly sensitive about our situation, and it feels like I'm the only who can feel the tension between us. I tried to brush it off and ask myself if I've ever done anything wrong to her. I tried backtracking but none.

My final straw is when I was trying to finish my library duty hours. She was there and I sat beside her. I tried to make small talk but she always shut me down with cold, one-liner replies. I couldn't take it. Our friend came and I told her to sit beside Sophia instead. What made this whole experience shitty was that she started having a full-blown conversation with our friend and I just cannot have it. So I left the library and didn't finish my work. The atmosphere was suffocating and I cannot exert more effort than what I was already doing. What's worse is that Sophia effectively made me feel like a bad person.

Days later, me, Sophia, and two other girls went to grab a bite at some cafe. I was surprised because she finally decided to return to me. I chose not to bring up her attitude, in fear of her leaving me out like that again. Out of nowhere, she apologizes to me and said she didn't understand herself either and was just... annoyed with me for no reason. I accepted her apology but I just couldn't shake the weird feeling in my head. It's like we were okay but also not.

She returned to her normal self but the dynamic between us already changed. It was small but I can feel it. And I think she can, too. The semester ended with us being in the same rocky place—uncertain and distant.

Today, it was revealed that she was assorted into a different class. In the group chat, I tried expressing my sadness over losing her as a friend I can talk to immediately in class but she only reacted to my messages and replied once. However, she did otherwise for our other friend who expressed the same sentiments (and I may have not mentioned but my other friend even said that he'd rather have Sophia than have me because I'm too studious, basically saying he cannot relate to me most of the time; they're just closer to each other than I am with them). They even had a whole conversation before I came in.

I just thought... we were okay, you know? But seeing how she reacts to me now and how indifferent she is when I message her privately? I thought I was overthinking things, but clearly I am not.

I just wanted her to tell me what I did wrong, but maybe I just am not a friend she'd choose to be with.

That's how it's always been. I'm an option to people. They feel comfortable treating me like a wall because they know they can come back to me when they need something from me—may it be comfort, food, someone to listen to them, gossip... But in the end, I'm alone in our relationship. They're my closest friends but I'm not theirs.

I feel an incredible loss for my friendship with Sophia. Because she's an amazing person. But I think this is God's way of letting me know we are not meant to be cute, little friends forever. I just wish God made this less difficult for me to digest.

Hope Sophia finds her people in her new class. I wish her the best.

But I also pray that I find peace in my loneliness. Maybe someday I won't be so attached to people anymore.

[stayinlimbo]

Missed Call (lee minho)

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Hey, it’s been a while. Been what, two months since you blocked me?

…I’m calling from Hyunjin’s phone. You never met him, he’s one of the newer guys, but I think I mentioned him a couple times. 

Or maybe I didn’t. I’m not even sure what I told you at this point.

…

We won. The competition, I mean. 

After you left, I stayed later in the studio. Not that it was stopping me before.

I’m not sure if I should thank you or not. For all the extra practice time we put in because I refused to leave. At least one of the other guys would stay with me to make sure I was okay.

I thought I was. 

…I guess I shouldn’t thank you because then it would sound like I’m blaming you for what happened to us. 

…

I did at first, you know? Blame you. 

You ended it out of nowhere. Three years, gone, just like that. Nothing I said would change your mind. I don’t think anything even could. 

Not my pitiful pleas for you to stay. Not my meaningless I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.

Definitely not the cruel words I threw at you when you were halfway out the door. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been that close to crying in front of you before. All I could think was, how could you? This close to one of the most important competitions of my life? Of my team’s life? 

And then I focused all my attention on dancing. And we won. We actually won. 

…

I know it wasn’t out of nowhere now. I just can’t believe it took walking off the stage and looking for your face in the crowd for me to realize what I had done. 

Two months…

You were checked out of the relationship, right? You were finally done with all of my empty promises of coming home early or at least going to bed together more often?

Or was that just the beginning of the end?

We stopped eating dinner together. We stopped going on walks because I was too tired to do anything else other than collapse on the nearest couch. I woke up next to you, but you never woke up next to me. 

I can’t even remember the last time I kissed you. How funny is that?

And you tried. You tried and I didn’t. You fought for us and I just…didn’t notice. 

I didn’t care. 

…

…

Sorry. You didn’t ask to hear this. 

I don’t even know if you’ll listen, or just delete this when you hear it’s me. 

…

I’m sorry. For everything.

I’m sorry I stopped texting you back when you asked if I made it to the studio safely. I’m sorry I brushed off your worries about my health. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you for hours, no, days, at a time, even though we were supposed to be partners. Lovers. A team.

I’m sorry I took my stress out on you when we did talk. I’m sorry I forgot about our anniversary and yelled at you over the phone for interrupting practice when you were just wondering when I was coming home for our date. 

You deserved better than a one-sided relationship.

You were right to leave. 

…

Is it selfish that I want you to be proud of us? Of me? 

Probably, but if I’ve learned anything from this, it’s that I am a selfish man. 

This phone call is proof too, is it not?

…

You left a couple of your favorite shirts here. Was that on purpose?

Even if it wasn’t, maybe I at least have a chance to see you again if you come to pick them up.

…Saying that out loud was pathetic, wasn't it? 

It’s not even true. They’re all I have left of you in this house. I’m not ready to let go of them, not when I’ve just barely started to process that you won’t be coming back.

…

For what it’s worth, I love you. 

I have always loved you, even if I said I didn’t as you were leaving. And I always will. 

Nothing is more important than you and I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise. 

I’m sorry I stopped making you feel loved. 

...

Call me back, when you get the chance. Even if it’s just about getting your clothes. 

That would be enough. 

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[heavenly-rosie]

⋆ ˚｡ 🌸 ⋆ ୨୧˚ How to start loving yourself ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

Hello lovely souls, I hope you all are doing well! I am here to share some steps I took to feel better about myself and to recognise my worthy. From 11 to 16 years old, I was in a really dark place. But... Now, I want to help bring some kind of light to someone's path. I hope I can help you! Feel safe to send me a message or ask if you want to talk to me!

Maybe I can add more steps into it later! Feel free to share what you started doing through this journey.

♡*First, write a list of every quality and talent you have! And don't tell me you don't have qualities. Go deeper within yourself. Don't listen to those harmful thoughts! Good qualities can be... You consider yourself good at drawing, you're open to listening to people, or you like to help! Everyone has qualities, everyone. And so are you!

♡*If you ever feel like you're not needed or you are a bad person, try to remember and write down moments that someone smiled or laughed (with you) because of you, or compliments you received. The time you helped someone with something. There's a lot of things you did to be proud of!

♡*Set healthy boundaries for your relationships and future ones and write them down. It's important to set boundaries so you can receive and give respect. Boundaries can sound, for example: "I know you like to call your other friends things like (not so funny nicknames) and they're fine about the jokes, but i don't like these words at all. Please, don't call me any of these."

♡*Reframe your thoughts. Try to change the unloving words you speak and think to yourself to kind ones. Self-love is a long journey. But when it comes to negative thoughts, try to replace them: "Why are they always disappointed with me, even though i am trying? Why can't I make them feel satisfied?" -> "Yes, they make me feel sad for not recognizing my progress, but I am trying my best, and I'm proud of trying. And I know that I am making the best that I can about this situation."

♡*Make peace with your physical appearance and show love to your body. I like to think of our bodies as a home, a home for our soul, and our consciousness. Take care of your home and accept it. Your face is literally a mixed genes manifestation from ancestors and your parents. How wonderful and special is it! It's so unique! And look at your body! Why are you hating it? Your body is an important part of you as well as your inside. Show some kindness to it, to your home! You can show love to you through having a balanced meal, make some movements (do exercises, dance, do yoga, swim, there's a lot of options!), and take care of your skin. Also, always remember: health comes first!

♡*I know the work or school is important, but your mind needs rest, and your mind's healthy is important too. When you feel anxious or have burnout, please do take some rest. This year, I experienced an absurd stress around school and all the presentations I had to give there. That time, I wasn't even acting like me, I was impatient, moody, frustrated, and with a lot of headaches. So don't skip the rest! Take a nap, go for a short walk if needed, go to sleep not so late. Do some enjoyable activities too. Balance work and rest is the key!

♡*I know it can be difficult, especially if it's someone you consider as a friend, but don't be afraid to distance yourself from someone who keeps hurting you. Before doing it, be honest with this person, tell them how you feel about a certain situation involving you two. If you already had this conversation but don't see any change, it's better to think about distance yourself from them. I recommend talking before doing this step. Maybe things can get better. But don't insist on it if you see that nothing is changing. In any kind of friendship or relationship, there's a need for respect!

Lots of love and hugs! ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱🩷

[winderlylandchime]

The fact that he kind of dreamt your future fic is making me laugh so hard. He really is an idiot by day and a psychic by night. This also now made me excited for your future fic, can’t wait for when that comes around. I might fuck around and actually do give him fics to read ngl.

Also yes! When we first started watching the show, he did think that Gale looked a little bit like Ashton and it was the funniest thing ever to me. He did only talk about it in the pilot though. Btw I am so tempted to later on give him Gale’s out of the box interview to watch. He was asking me yesterday about the actors and if they still act and where are they and I didn’t answer because well, one of them abandoned his podcast so i don’t know what he’s up to and the other one we dont even know if he’s still alive since theres been no new photos. I do wonder how he will react when he finds out Gale is straight though because he mentioned to my neighbor and i did get the feeling that he thinks everyone is gay. So i am tempted to ask him questions about what all he thinks of the cast since his only introduction to them is the show.

And yes! He has been going on and on about Brian’s growth and how he’s changed since he clocked it around 4th episode. He is so happy that he’s growing and allowing himself to be happy and in love even if he doesn’t want to admit it, that i just know the second 5x01 will start, he will have a mental breakdown and it will be very valid of him.

Your celebrities/therapist story actually made me curious now because how can a famous celeb that is known everywhere, even get a therapist then omg. I had no clue this was kind of a thing. And yes! My brother would absolutely launch into it, he’d have pictures and everything ready for it. I mean his confidence when it comes to talking to everyone and anyone about anything in his life (usually interests and shit he’s done thats funny to him or in this case the show) is impressive as fuck but also for an innocent bystander like me? actually a nightmare to be around that. He truly doesn’t give a single fuck! He just tells anyone who will listen (not in a trauma dumping type of way but his interests and such? No shame) When he was in high school he made an entire poster presentation for his class to talk about his love for the movie School of Rock and HE DID IT BY SINGING A FAKE ROCK N ROLL SONG (id give anything to remember the lyrics). Mind you, the presentations was supposed to be about current events in the world and School of Rock came out like a year or two prior so it had no relation to the exercise and yet that didn’t stop him. So you best believe he would do the exact same for Gale or more importantly QAF/Brian. And as someone who does shy away from talking about qaf just because it is a lot, it is insane watching him talk about the show because he truly gives zero fucks. When we started watching the show, he was fully explaining to the nurses/doctors/anyone that would listen about how the show is AND HOW BRITIN MET! He TALKED ABOUT THE RIM JOB! I NEVER EVEN FUCKING TOLD YALL THAT! IMAGINE MY SHOCK WHEN HE RANDOMLY BROUGHT UP THE SHOW FOR THE FIRST TIME TO SOMEONE RANDOM! AND HE DECIDED TO DO IT BY BRINGING UP THE SEX SCENE! HE TALKED TO OTHER HUMANS ABOUT THE RIM JOB! So if you ever feel like maybe you’ve said a bit too much about something you like? Fear no more because my brother has for sure shared even more.

Dear sweet anon. I just signed onto tumblr on desktop and it looks like I never responded to this message?!?! It says it’s from 4 days ago.

I thought I did. I’m sorry <3 <3

I am still dying over all of this. Your brother has no embarrassment. Maybe we can all take a page from him (although don’t corner people at their place of work to discussing rimming, even fictional rimming).