#I dont want this event to flop

[xviruserrorx]

(Explanations of what each event is is under the cut along with some of my ramblings)

This is for the main thing. In the theoretical Discord I'm currently making I feel like a lot of things can be done as little mini events along the way if anyone would want to do that. That way, aside from whatever the main event is, we can still do other stuff throughout the year. A lot of this is just ideas I'm throwing out into the wild so to speak and to see what interests everyone.

I also kinda want there to be something laid back too because I know that fandom, the craft community, and the disabled community all intersect big time so yeah. Feel free to yell at me from the tags I want to see everyone's input/ideas!

A week long event: I feel like this is too quick because these things takes a lot of time, but in the theoretical Discord I'm currently making we can do little weekly prompts/challenges if it interests anybody.

Nanowrimo: This is a month long thing where everyone has a 50k novel to work on and you work on it everyday for a month. Similarly can be done with crafts/fiber arts/textiles where everyone picks a project and we each have a goal to meet each day

A select few months: Ex. June-August,

Gift exchange: Again another one of my theoretical ideas, might be difficult, sounds pretty fun, maybe could be used for a holiday event thing?

Draw/Write in your own style: This is when everyone creates someone off of the same prompt/image, but I'm this case it's probably be the same Base pattern.

Bang Event: Two or more people of different or the same mediums (a crocheter, a pattern maker, a knitter etc) pair up and make whatever based off of each other's work.

Round Robin/Telephone: For those who don't know, a Round Robin is when you pass along a fanfic from one person to another and you all start where the last person left off. Telephone is very similar but like in telephone only the first person who starts the project has and knows the pattern while everyone else doesn't. Again with this it may be hard and require a lot of planning but it's worth the mention.

Teams/Game type event: So teams event if when people are put into teams (team blue or team [specific fandom name]) and you just create as much as possible for whatever theme the group picks. Now Game type events (I actually haven't seen any of these in recent year) is when you do the same thing but each round everyone votes and gives points to each other and who ever has the most at the end wins.

Bingo: A bingo card filled usually with different prompts/challenges that can be customized or just picked at random

Masquerade/Guess The Maker: Everyone has a concealed Identity and everyone else has to guess who made what.

[williamkisser]

[tmpttion]

it’s probably not a lot to some of you jdsjjjwd but it’s the first time i reach this amount on any social media hehh and since it’s fun i decided to host a little event to celebrate <3

rules

send an idol + era/clip of your choice (the more specific the better) and i'll make you a gifset*

please make sure the idol belongs to one of these groups: txt, le sserafim, enhypen, xg, fifty fifty, nct, aespa, red velvet, itzy, ive, astro

i made the list because making gifs of groups i’m not the most interested in takes the fun out of it (+ i probably lack the knowledge to 💔)

*only txt sets will be posted here, the rest will be posted on my main blog (@drmzone)

‼️ please keep in mind the requests will take some time, i'll definitely do them but i can't assure you i'll be fast 🥴

[kavehayati]

Omg kazuha and neuv banner flops

[trinnityn]

Caitlyn Kiramman HCS

Warnings: SFW + NSFW 18+ content below. View with discretion. possesive!cait, she fucks you with a gun at some point, Reader and cait are married, shower sex

A/N : lowk short cause i was lazy but i wanted to post this 💙 please dont flop.

SFW

LOVES waking up next to you, and she's definitely a huge morning person cause of that sole reason. yes, she hates work and all the stress that comes with it but getting to wake up to her wife after an amazing night of sleep? thats reward enough for her. probably the only thing she thinks about whenever shes on her way home the only thing she dislikes about your mornings together is whenever she leans in for a kiss and you whine about how you just woke up and think you're too messy, cause. so what? she sees nothing but perfection, even in your worst.

"goodmorning, darling."

"cait i just woke up im all gross-"

"you mean to say you're absolutely exquisite, and yes cait i want a kiss."

"dont ever speak ill of yourself, love."

Speaking of so, she always has something to give to you whenever she got home from a long day at work. it doesnt matter how tired she is. you were mentioning a craving of yours at the morning? immediately getting it after work. hell she'll even go as far as buying flowers or something even more expensive than just food. she just loves spoiling you.

has a habit of grabbing or squeezing your waist tighter whenever she sees someone even glancing at you longer than 10 seconds. she grew up spoiled and basically getting everything that she wanted, in result, she becomes very possesive of the things she has. including you, her dearest, most precious asset.

"cait.. stop squeezing so much. im not going anywhere."

"he was gawking at you, like you're some object."

would beg you for a massage daily or just to play with her hair. would sometimes over exaggerate how tiring her day at work was just to get extra effection from you.

gets SUPER whiny for some reason whenever you dont have your ring on. its like, everyone has to know she has a gorgeous wife, right? thats her wife. always uses the reason that "it compliments your pretty hands.", always kisses every individual finger before sliding the ring back on. she likes to think shes proposing to you again.

"will you marry me?, my lovely wife?"

NSFW

loves tying you up and taking full control. something about it makes the heat pool up in her stomach, and to think that she has power over you makes everything all the better. when shes desperate enough, her handiwork doesnt have to be perfect as long as you're restrained, but when she takes her time? trust it'll be hell. being fully undressed as she works to tie different ropes all across your body, your wet, sopping cunt grinding against the rope between your legs as you squirm for the slightest bit of friction. she'll make sure to punish you for that, though.

VERY dexterous with her hands, better than her strap by a slight difference. has basically fingered you everywhere in the kiramman house. bedroom? had you on her lap as she basically probed and bruised your cervix before having to leave for work. kitchen? bent over and begging for it as she just slipped them in and out of you. bathroom? held you against your back with the shower running, the cold water washing over the couple as she parted your folds, taking her sweet time.

Got jealous of some other girl clearly trying to get in your pants while she turned away for a few minutes at a social event she took you to. even in a prestigious, sophisticated soiree filled with distinguished leaders, politicians she still couldnt hold back her greed. her greed for you, and how much she despises even the sight of you near another person that isnt her. she threw you right on the bed before having your skirt bunched up on your waist and getting your brain fucked dumb with her 8 inch royal blue strap. rubbing your clit in small, tight circles before pushing your panties aside when you were wet enough to plunge straight in your wet heat, taking a moment to adjust before setting a harsh, and punishing pace.

fucked you with a gun once at her desk. sprawled out and shivering at the cold air as she eased the pistol's barrel in and out of your pulsing cunt, your wrists grasped in a tight, almost brusing hold as she held them above your head, whispering into your ear breathlessly keep you on edge.

"good girl, taking my gun well.. what if i just.. pull the trigger? no? then take it and stop squirming, darling."

A/N: thinking of making a fic out of that last one OHHHHH lord. i already have a draft saved LOL

-XOXO, trinnifer💋

[amoeganism]

HIIII I just saw your post about your event and thought I'll be silly and request smthing ^_^ ok sooo first time meeting ness ! 😯 (one shot or hc whichever you feel more comfy writing! <3) have a great dayyy (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠) ♪

ACADEMICALLY SMART BUT EXTREMELY STUPID alexis ness

aka. how u meet ness aka academic rivals to lovers but ness dont gaf bc hes just trying to #play #ball

you meet him at quite a young age and share a few things in common

ill fitting school uniforms and the wandering eyes of any child

while you find yourself fascinated by the numbers written on your teacher's chalkboard, ness is folding dinosaurs and stars on pieces of scrap paper, mumbling to himself

you didn't mind him and he didn't mind you

you guys were classmates and that was that

but then middle school came around and you started acting like you had a stick up your ass 24/7 as long as ness was around

like wtf that mf almost never studies why is he at the top of your class...

suddenly you get distracted in classes because you're focused on drawing mini ness figures with fat x's covering his face and devil horns

ness sees this one day after your notebook fell to the ground and at first is like omg!!! cute drawing of me as a fantasy creature but then he was like wait what the fuck why do they have it out for me????

he barely thought about you until then but apparently you've developed a passionate hatred for him just because he scores higher grades

he still has no clue

you are FUMING

so you start studying even more if that's even possible

while you go to your schools library to bust your ass in the textbooks ness goes outside with a ball he managed to shove into his bag and starts kicking it around

ness: :D ball!!!! no school!!! ball :D

you: KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF

after one particularly hard test that you flopped (it was like an 80% be serious) you caved in and asked ness with help studying

he looked at the material and was like man idk it just makes sense

little boy thought you were going to punt him into hell like he does with his football

him, terrified out of his mind and just wanting to go to his football club meeting, sits down and looks at the material

you show him your notes and he quickly explains it but is running late on time

he gives you his number and says hes going to text you help

you went home that day like ???? that dude lied to me he isnt sending me shit ??? before it clicked

he does not text you because he does not have your number... he gave you his number...

so you swallow your pride and shoot him a message, begging for help a second time in the same day and on his end, he laughs at you a little but offers to call

you guys work on the subject for a good couple hours and before you hang up, you offer to study together for future exams because he's admittedly a good teacher

ness is trying to find a way to say "no thanks i don't care about school good luck tho XD ROFL LOLLLLL" but then he realizes that it's going to make his parents trust him a little more

he accepts and you guys go to the library together once a week

he finds that you're actually kind of funny and cool and not just a human bomb that's plotting his death

he tries to be slick about offering to meet more often

"oh... this unit is a lot more difficult than the last one.... you wanna heh.... come back tomorrow? *gulp*"

"ok"

"WOOOO"

one day ness told you he was going to try out for bastard munchen and you somewhat knew of them because of ness going on tangents about football

you supported him on it, not realizing it would cut down your weekly meetings

suddenly there was an alexis-shaped-hole in your chest but you didn't want to admit it to him

and for alexis, there was a you-shaped-hole in his chest that he tried to fill by training with kaiser and the rest of bastard munchen

yes, the team was filled with dicks, but none of them had the same foul personality you had!!

texts dvery day checking up on each other but it was nothing like hanging out in person

calls were better but still not the same

as soon as he heard about his first off day, he called you and asked to hang out

you tried to be nonchalant about it but who were you kidding both of you guys wanted to see each other again

although the directions of life the two of you were headed towards were almost polar opposites, being reunited at a stupid library table for the first time in months was all that mattered

[drdemonprince]

i was on NPR talking about Autism shit two weeks ago, and i have the book sales figures from that week and that national media appearance had.... absolutely zero relationship to sales. on the typical week these days, 1,400 to 1,500 copies of Unmasking Autism will sell. The week that I was on NPR there was a slight dip; only about 1,300 books were sold.

i have done a lot of press for my books. For Laziness Does Not Exist I did easily a 100 damn podcasts and radio shows and newspapers and excerpts in magazines. none of it corresponded to a noticeable bump in sales. the biggest "get" my publicist found for my latest book was the Glennon Doyle show, a booking she and her team celebrated and then spent months clamboring excitedly for... it, too, had no obvious relationship to sales.

Unmasking Autism became a bestseller because some other guy made a tiktok about it, and then a bunch of tiktokkers made videos about it too. all on their own. without any prodding from me, or any relationship to me. it was completely organic, passionate, and sincere, and rooted in the book's true merits and usefulness to other people, and that's why it inspired lots of sales. and continues to more than a year and a half later. all the press I did for Unmasking Autism prior to the release of that tiktok did relatively far less. NPR, Goop, the LA Times, Lit Hub, Jacobin, Huffpo, the New York Times, the Financial Times, MSNBC, Business Insider. Didn't matter. at least not much. so why do i bother?

publishers really ride your ass trying to make you give lots of interviews and show up for lots of events but it's all based on the worship of traditional media and magical thinking that it will somehow convert listeners into buyers. and that's just not how it works. the truth is 95% of books never sell more than 5,000 copies, and most people don't buy books or read them. i love reading but i dont think this is itself some terrible loss, as most books are padded-out commodities made for sale more than a work of true artistic passion or scholarly merit, and sometimes listening to a 90 minute interview with an author tells you the bulk of what you need to know.

it's freeing to know that the effort i put into getting my books out into the world have almost zero relationship to the books' success. marketing just does not work. it's a relief. unmasking autism did fabulously because it's actually both good and useful. laziness has had a long life span because it speaks to real problems in people's lives and gives them a message they are desperate to hear. but no amount of thirsty ass online shilling will make somebody realize that and it's maddening to try. you just gotta focus on doing good work, work that you enjoy making or need to make and that you feel good about, let things flop if theyre gonna flop, and keep on living your life.

which is all good news because i really do hate a lot of these fucking interviews. how can i stomach being on npr or in the atlantic or whatever these days given how complicit nearly all major media outlets are in justifying this genocide. like who fuckin cares about them, who wants their approval. who needs it. it's of no value

[ilovechuuy4]

May I request mlm vampire x feeder lovers with Sigma and perhaps some cuddling for this lovely event you so kindly hosted, take care and have a marvelous day.

Remember to drink water and eat a well balanced meal along with any medication that’s required and to give your body a well adjusted rest so you don’t experience unnecessary burn out.

���� BODY'S ALWAYS ACHING, IN THE DARK IS WHERE I FEED݁ ᛪ༙

SIGMA X M!READER

WARNINGS: descriptions of biting, blood, vampire!char x feeder!reader, sorta rushed, mlm cause ig some ppl dont like it (losers!), nothing else !~

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A/n; Sorry about not posting guys, im not motivated one bit BUT IM TRYING ty for this amazing request @zenith-melody and im sorry for not getting to it earlier but i hope you still enjoy !! credits to @kthice & @ianrkives for lace and headers (㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡ (ps this is sorta short sorry)

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⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

It wasn't too late into the night, your footsteps echoing through the silent halls of your lover's house, waiting for him to arrive back home. It wasn't a fight; it wasn't anything of such. He just wanted to go on a midnight stroll and whom was you to deny what he wanted? He couldn't get fresh air during the day like everyone else. Finally, the meet the door of your bedroom, walking inside before settling yourself on the large bed in the middle of the two of yours shared room. It was silent, silent enough to sound eerie and creepy in such a small house. Though it's only been around 30 minutes, you missed Sigma, the feel of his freezing, boney hands running up and down your back to sooth you to sleep. The other male hadn't fed in a week or two, so when he did arrive home you were aware that he'd be more than famished.

Shivers ran down your spine, all the way to your tailbone at the thought of the other male's razor-sharp teeth sinking into your nape, nourishing himself with the sweet taste of your blood that filled your very veins. With a sigh, you flop back on the bed, the mattress caving under your weight. Your fingertips fiddle with the flared blanket ends that was messily draped over the bed. You hum; eyes fluttering shut as the day weighs on you. Today wasn't eventful, went to work came home and ate before you relaxed with your lover. You let out an exaggerated groan before you were shaken from your thoughts by Sigma's voice. "My love, you alright? Maybe something is on your mind?" He asked you, his thin eyebrow arching as he looked at you, stretched out on the mattress.

"Huh, oh uhm. No, nothing is wrong just waiting for you." You reassured him, relief panting his smooth features and he walked over to you, sinking onto the bed on top of you. One of Sigma's leg between your two, his cold touched hands trailing along your clothed body as he looked up with you from where he buried his face into your neck. "May I?" The long-haired male asked you, his stomach raging with obvious hunger. Your dull teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you nod. Slowly, a pleased smile played on Sigma's full lips, carefully, his teeth latched onto your neck sinking in, puncturing your tough skin. You gasp at the sudden breach of your boyfriend's fangs sinking inside the side of your neck. Quiet suckles filled the room as he ravished you in the most delicate way known to man.

You squirm under your boyfriend's body, the feeling felt amazing, it didn't hurt, even if he had his fangs sunk deep into one of the most sensitive parts of your anatomy. You'd never admit it to Sigma, but you loved this. A quiet whine left the long-haired man as he slowly pulls away from your neck, licking his lips from the freshly drained blood. "Look at you, my pretty boy. So gorgeous, so handsome." He said softly, blush painting his pale cheeks as he looked into your eyes with pure adoration. "You're the handsome one." You said quietly under your breath, your right hand cupping the others cheek, thumb caressing his under eye, smiling. "Mhm, aren't you staring?" Sigma teased with a loving smile, rolling off of you and onto the thick mattress before pulling you on top of him.

Once you were adjusted to your liking, Sigma's hand rests on the small of your back, the other in your hair, playing with it soothingly. His hands all over you in the gentlest way possible was like a lullaby in its own way even when he was gently sucking on the previous bitten spot on your neck before biting down again. You didn't care how much blood that he took from you because you knew he never would overdo it. Soft, satisfied hums and groans left your lover as he fed off the sweet, metallic crimson liquid that filled every human on this earth. As he sustained himself with your blood, the growling of his stomach dying down, his fingers rub small circles on your back. He cared for you truly, he never ever had seen you just as some feeder. He loved you, you are his boyfriend, his everything.

Slowly, Sigma pulled away with a soft pop of his mouth detaching from your skin. You winced just a bit before relaxing all over again into his embrace. "My sweet boy." The other male whispered quietly, pressing a kiss into your unkept hair. Nights like these is what you looked forward to most. Night where each other's embrace was more than enough solace in the small house the two of you called home. You wouldn't trade it for another other thing. Cause this, this is what love is truly about. Finding happiness with the smallest gestures and moves of the ones you adore most. "I love you.." You spoke quietly; your eyes half lidded, yea, you were pretty dang tired. "I love you too." Sigma cooed into your ear, thumb idly tracing swirls on your clothed back, aiding you to sleep.

A/n; i finished this SO EARLY in the freaking morning im so tired i didn't sleep last night WAHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO FREAKING MUCH TmT

[hulahoopsoupgroup]

𝔇𝔬 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔖𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔗𝔬𝔫𝔢?

siren furina au

warnings: none really (maybe some mild gore? but thats it)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: this is part of @edgeray 's halloween event. i hope everyone enjoys! (also please dont let this flop, i know im not a Tumblr Writer but still)

The waves crashed against the hull of the Alcor, a sea of obsidian in the dark night. Nothing could be seen except the massive ship cutting through the waves. Beidou stood at the helm, navigating through the choppy waters and narrowly dodging jagged rocks that threatened to sink the ship and its crew and drag them to the bottom of the sea. You stood at the starboard side of the ship, tightly gripping at the railing as a few other pirates tried to calm you down. Your face was somehow both pale with fear and green with nausea as your eyes surveyed the water’s surface, looking for any sign of the missing woman that Fontaine turned itself upside down to look for.

Furina had gone missing months ago without any trace. All of a sudden, nobody saw her out and about in the streets of Fontaine. Nobody had seen her ordering a slice of her favorite cake at the Hotel Debord, nobody had seen her at the Opera Epiclese watching the newest drama, and nobody had seen her taking a stroll with her theatre troupe while discussing plans for their newest show.

All the fingers pointed to the Fatui Harbinger Arlecchino. The second word got out about Furina’s disappearance, Monsieur Neuvillette had ordered that the Harbinger be captured and put on trial. The air in the courtroom was stifling. Nearly the entire city crowded into the courtroom to witness the trial, with some people sitting in the middle of the floor and some people even hanging off of the pillars lining the walls to get a better view.

“Where were you on the Night of Miss Furina’s disappearance?” Neuvillette questioned, his voice booming throughout the opera house.

The Harbinger kept a level head, clearly recounting the days leading up to Furina’s disappearance. Most of it was her day-to-day business dealings and duties as a father to many children, but one piece of evidence caught the Iudex’s attention:

“I was right here in this building. My children, Lyney and Lynette, had a rather important magic show. Freminet even joined as a prop holder. A past associate of one of their childhood idols was in town, and they wanted to put on their best performance, so naturally, as their father, I chose to support their endeavour.”

“And how long did you remain at the Epiclese for?”

“Until my children’s performance was through. Afterwards, we stopped by the Cafe Lucine and picked up a few sweets to bring back to the House of the Hearth.”

Neuvillette hit his cane against the ground like a gavel. “May the witness please come to the stand?”

A man of about 40 years stepped up to the witness seat opposite to Arlecchino with a rather accusatory look on his face.

“Your Honor, I saw this Harbinger wait around until the night’s performances were over, hours past what she states, and on my way out, I saw her walk backstage after most of the performers and actors had either left or gone out into the main seating area. I’ve prepared evidence for my case. If you look at the pictures I’ve taken,” he paused, allowing an officer to hand Neuvillette an envelope filled with about ten different pictures, “you will see signs of a struggle, or a confrontation. Observe the scratch marks on the chair that perfectly match this Harbinger’s wretched talons. Look at the broken glass across the floor, undoubtedly used to knock Lady Furina unconscious. There were remains of a liquid on the floor, and after testing, it was determined that it was Sinthe.” He paused to let a shocked gasp emanate from the audience before continuing. “Therefore, I conclude that The Knave snuck backstage and attempted to drug Lady Furina with a bottle of Sinthe. Lady Furina, of course, put up a valiant effort, and The Knave resorted to crude acts of violence, shattering the bottle over her head and rendering her unconscious. From there, she took Furina’s body and disappeared back to her Fatui Headquarters. We know from several sources that the House of the Hearth has had long business dealings with child experimenters and murderers. I fear deeply for what has befallen our beloved actress, Your Honor, and I want nothing more than to bring her back safely, out of the clutches of this wretch.”

One sailor, the taller one out of the two, spoke up first. “We- we were sailing down to Bayda Harbor down in Sumeru to trade spices and sugar, and,” he stopped to catch his breath, his hands on his knees, “we were about halfway there when suddenly, these clouds covered all the stars and the moon, and this fog came over the water, about as thick as a stew. We had to light all of the lanterns on our ship, and we still couldn’t see anything. Then, a couple of our men – there were seven of us to begin with – started complaining of this high-pitched ringing sort of noise. A couple of them started leaning over the edge of the boat as we kept making our way to the harbor, but more slowly this time, on account of the fog. As we got closer, we heard a woman’s voice in the distance. It was- it was piercing, and-” The man’s eyes went wide and he stumbled backwards. Neuvillette jumped up to get him a chair and a glass of water while the other sailor continued the story.

From that point, time became a blur. Arlecchino was sent to the Fortress of Meropide for two months while the overworld scrambled to find any leads. A few frantic sailors came back one night clamoring about the voice of a siren that bore a striking resemblance to Furina, falling on top of each other on their way to Neuvillette’s office to recount their tale.

“So, we heard this voice singing this tune. Alphonse here started shouting at everyone to put wax in their ears. He dragged me below the deck to get sponges, wax, anything to block the sound out of our ears, but it was too late once we got back up. Nobody was at the helm. Our captain jumped into the water. We saw two other men jump into the water despite our attempts to drag them back. The last thing we saw was this…I don’t know how to describe her…phantom looking creature, I suppose, jump up the side of the ship. She had these claws and fangs, the whole deal. She latched onto our last man and ripped his arm off, then dragged his body underwater. The only thing I could hear was his screams, and archons, it was awful. Our ship hit some rocks and started sinking right as the lights of Bayda Harbor came into view. The vessel was ruined, and Alphonse and I had to cling to the rock in hopes that whatever creature attacked us wouldn’t come kill us. I feel like I nearly died out there, shivering in the cold. Thankfully someone heard us shouting and came to rescue us on a raft.”

Neuvillette narrowed his eyes as he listened to the tale. “Could you further describe the creature that attacked you? I believe this may be a lead to our missing person case.”

“I don’t think it was Lady Furina, Monsieur, but I’ll try my best,” Alphonse said, taking a deep breath, “Long white hair, a gaunt face, bony hands…I didn’t get a good look at her eyes, but I think they were either blue or white. Just a very skinny thing. I didn’t see her lower half because she was just hanging off the side of the boat, but from what I could see, her frame was pretty small.”

“I think we have a lead.”

The Iudex then scrambled to find somebody, anybody to sail out into the sea that separated Fontaine and Sumeru to find this murderous creature that had a slight chance of being Lady Furina. Every sailor that he asked nearly immediately shut down any offer of Mora, even when offered billions, enough to support their families down to the seventh generation. By some stroke of luck, Captain Beidou of Liyue was on a voyage that crossed paths with Fontaine. When the Alcor sailed into Lumidouce Harbor, Beidou was bombarded by several officers of the Court of Fontaine, all begging her to bring the mystery to a close.

“Captain Beidou! Thank the archons you’re here!”

“Beidou! Captain! We have a commission for you!”

“We’ll compensate you accordingly! Billions of Mora!”

“Please, Captain! We’ve nobody else on the case!”

The four officers nearly tripped over their own feet the moment Beidou stepped foot onto land for the first time in days. She stumbled back slightly before squaring her shoulders and steadying herself.

“Woah, woah, calm down everyone. I know I’m popular, but you’re gonna have to slow down so I can listen to all of what you have to say,” the captain said as her crew exited the ship, not so nonchalantly listening in to the conversation happening at the docks.

“Captain,” a man with auburn hair and a mustache said, stepping forward, “we’ve had a strange case around Fontaine lately, pertaining to the seas. You see, our former archon, Lady Furina, went missing two months ago. We’ve exhausted all of our leads on land since then, even locked up one of those Fatui Harbingers on account of the evidence stacked against her. A few weeks ago, Monsieur Neuvillette received news of a group of sailors getting dragged to the bottom of the sea by a monster, leaving only two survivors. Based on the survivors’ description, it seems like this ‘monster’ was actually Furina herself. We don’t know what the truth is at this point, but we’ve been trying to get somebody to sail into those waters, hunt down that monster, and bring her back alive to figure out what really happened. We’ll offer you five billion Mora for her capture. Nobody has accepted any other offer, and frankly, we’re running out of options at this point. What do you say?”

Beidou’s working eye widened as she processed all of the information. “Well, I’ve dealt with a god of the sea before, so I think I’ll be fine. I’ll drop the voyage I’m on right now and pass it onto one of my Fontaine contacts. I’m sure it’ll go smoothly. I’ll do it."

That’s when you, a member of Beidou’s crew, caught wind of everything. She trusted you the most to escape from this voyage unscathed, so you were going to keep watch on the deck for Lady Furina while Beidou stayed up at the helm.

The officers heaved a sigh of relief, profusely thanking the pirate before sending her to Neuvillette’s office for more information.

The night you disembarked on your voyage, the officers dragged Arlecchino up from the Fortress of Meropide and let Beidou lock her up in the brig below deck in hopes that the Harbinger would be of some use regarding information related to the disappearance of Lady Furina. Unfortunately for everyone, the Harbinger did nothing except scratch sigils into the wood planks of the ship and say she didn’t know anything.

“I honestly do not know why they’ve kept me locked up for so long after I’ve gone through several rounds of interrogation and told them everything I know,” the Harbinger said whenever you passed by the cell she was held in.

“Well, all I know is that you’re rather close with Furina, and you may be of some use to our case, so that’s why you’re here.”

“Close with her, absolutely,” Arlecchino muttered in a snide tone, “Useful to your case, absolutely not. The only thing I can think of is to lure her in with a slice of that limited 16 slices a day cake. She goes wild for that.” The Harbinger sighed and went back to scratching her mysterious sigils into the wood.

You shrugged and went up above deck, greeted by the stars and moonlight guiding the Alcor through the surprisingly calm waters.

“For everything those sailors said, it’s pretty calm right now,” you said to Beidou.

“I think it’s more like the calm before the storm, sweetheart. Look up there.” You followed where she was pointing, up towards the horizon, where the starlight suddenly died out, not due to the presence of any clouds. There was simply a solid line where the stars went black, and the moonlight did not reflect off of the water underneath that portion of the sky. You couldn’t tell if it was the gust of chilly wind or the eeriness of the dark sky that sent a shiver through your body and made you want to turn the ship around and never come back. But of course, you knew better as a sailor, as a pirate, and you bit your tongue. “I know. It makes me uneasy too,” Beidou said, as if reading your mind.

The Alcor kept cutting through the water effortlessly. The sound of the waves began to dull, becoming a mere echo, similarly to how the world begins to grow dark when one is about to pass out. You kept turning back to look at the stark contrast between the horizon ahead of and behind you, and the sickening feeling that grew inside you each time you looked at the cold void ahead of you.

“I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” Beidou muttered under her breath. As if on cue, one of the lanterns on the edge of the ship went out with a whisper of the wind. Several men on the deck scrambled to relight it, shouting and falling over each other. One man stood with his hands around the lantern, as if trying to shield it from the wind, and others did the same for the other sources of light around the ship. Beidou cursed under her breath, tightening her grip around the wheel and rolling her shoulders back.

“No,” Beidou answered after a moment, “I think we’re getting closer to finding our lady. Go get that Harbinger from below the deck. See if you can get anything out of her.”

“Should we turn back now?” you asked, growing more sick and more faint with each passing second.

You nodded, eager to get away from the eerie atmosphere for even a moment. You took your time descending the stairs to the lower levels of the ship, where Arlecchino was being held. She languidly looked up at you, her red eyes flickering in the low lighting of the ship.

“The captain wants you above deck now,” you said, taking out the key to unlock the cell door, as well as the rather comically large chains that bound her wrists.

“Thank the archons,” Arlecchino hummed, rubbing her wrists, “The air was getting rather stuffy down here.” You led her up the stairs and out onto the deck, and saw her eyes widen at the blank night sky. “Wow,” she drawled, “Oh, you’re all fucked.”

A crew member walked up to the Harbinger, about a head taller than her. “Give us information on where Lady Furina is.”

“You know, after all this trouble, you’d think that if I knew anything about our Lady’s whereabouts, I’d tell you, right?” she scoffed, “There’s really no need to keep accusing me of such things.”

“Tell us where she is!”

“For the love of Celestia, I don’t know,” Arlecchino sneered, “And if you keep insisting that I do, maybe I’ll just damn you all to a fate far worse than that of the sailors a few weeks ago.” Her eyes flickered like embers at the end of the sentence, causing the man to back away and slink back over to his previous spot near the ship’s lamps.

Little by little, the waves grew larger, rocking the ship back and forth like a ragdoll. Beidou’s expression darkened in determination, squinting to just barely see the jagged rocks jutting up above the waves, eager to pierce the hull of the ship and bring it down to the Primordial Sea.

Despite the efforts of the crew, a lantern went out with another near-silent whisper of the wind. Then another. Then another, until all of the lanterns were out, leaving nothing but the smell of smoke on the deck. There was a faint sound of the crew scrambling to relight them once again before the sharp cry of a woman, then the nauseating sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping, before the lanterns suddenly relit themselves.

You stumbled back in horror to see nothing but the woman’s head lying on the deck, frozen in an expression of sheer terror. A pool of blood surrounded it, the dark liquid trailing over the side of the deck and into the black water below. You felt a faint tapping on the starboard side of the ship when you leaned over it, trying to see anything in the water that could’ve killed that woman so quickly, but you saw nothing.

“Oh no,” Arlecchino murmured. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and she grinned. “Be quiet. Listen.” You did, straining your ears to hear a high pitched note ringing out over the ocean, belonging to a soprano voice, one that was rather unmistakable amongst the people of Fontaine.

“Oh god,” you muttered.

In the faint lantern light, you saw one of the crew members begin to walk towards the edge of the ship. There was a glazed look in his eyes and a robotic nature to his movements, even as two men attempted to hold him back by the arms with all the strength they could muster. He broke free of their hold, stumbling over the side of the ship and crashing into the water below. One of the men tripped after him, accidentally going down right along with him. The second they both hit the water, the soprano voice grew louder, singing a song that sent chills through your body, as if each note pierced your soul to let your deepest fears seep in.

“I’m not staying here for this,” Arlecchino said as soon as the voice grew louder, “I’m locking myself in the brig this time.” With that, the Harbinger disappeared below the decks once again, chaining herself up and locking the door to the brig all over again.

“Everyone, find something to put in your ears! Block out the sound of that voice!” Beidou shouted, quickly turning around and searching the crate behind her for a container of wax. She put two pieces in her ears and urged for everyone to do the same.

The lanterns went out again. The same sounds of chaos ensued, but this time with more grotesque sounds of flesh rending and the pained screams of several men and women.

The lanterns relit themselves again. People scrambled over to the crates scattered across the deck, fighting each other over who could put the wax in their ears to block out the siren’s call first. All the while, the voice got louder, and her song more enticing, as if the temptress was watching the chaos unfold on the deck.

A few times, you felt something brush against your ankle, wet, slimy, grotesque, like a piece of seaweed winding around your leg when you go swimming in the ocean. But this was different. It was almost sentient. Each time you felt it, your eyes shot down to the planks below your feet, but you saw nothing, only the seemingly eternal flickering of the lamps disorienting you even more as you stumbled along the deck, heart beating angrily in your chest, threatening to jump out of your throat along with the bile that so badly wanted to come up. The sweet song of the siren veered you off course, made you dizzy with some strange, intoxicating desire.

The scene around you became a blur of panic, blood, and shouts of fear and anguish. You’re sure that somebody’s blood had been spattered across your shirt as they were dismembered and dragged to the eternally dark depths of the sea, but you couldn’t be fully aware of it. A sickening dizziness overtook you all of a sudden, and everything became suddenly unbearably overstimulating. The siren’s song pierced your ears as if it were trying to wedge its way through your skull and shatter the bone, a deep ache settling in between your ears as you almost drunkenly slumped over the hull. You could see your heartbeat at the edges of your vision, bright and blurry, as you looked out to the sea and its few waves illuminated by the faint flickering lights on the ship.

An abrupt movement caught your eye, shifting your gaze to a nearby rock up ahead. Through your blurred vision you could see a pale outline on rock’s otherwise black surface. The ship got closer, and the siren’s song grew louder. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as the white figure grew clearer and clearer, but still, you tried to deny what you were seeing, chalking it up to insanity and delusions, but your eyes were not deceiving you.

On the rock sat a creature with a human head and torso, with pale blue hair and eyes of two different tones. Her skin was covered in an array of blood, seaweed, and cuts. Whether most of the blood belonged to herself or to others was a mystery, though. Her hands were long and sinewy, with claws replacing where a human’s nails would be. Blood covered her limbs up to her elbows. Her lower half was not human, though; rather, it was akin to the tail of a mermaid, dark blue in color, and glittering in the faint light.

“Furina.”

Your eyes met hers, and it felt as though a predator had just set a target upon you. Furina bared her teeth in one of the most disturbing smiles you had ever seen and pushed herself off the rock and into the choppy waves below.

You began to lose all hearing except for Furina’s song, the sounds of the crew around you fading to barely a muffled whisper. You thought that you felt them try to jostle you out of your stupor, but you weren’t sure.

You felt a sharp pain and pressure behind your shoulder blades as something dragged you over the edge of the ship. The cold ocean water enveloped you, and you opened your eyes, hardly able to see anything except the faint outline of Furina’s face right in front of you. Her serpentine pupils widened in a sick glee as she traced your jaw with a pointed claw and leaned in to press her lips against yours. As she pulled away, you saw a faint flicker of light in her two-toned eyes before the cold, dark waters overtook your senses, and your consciousness faded from your body. The siren had gotten the only thing that she desired at last.

The lanterns flickered out again.

[qoldenskies]

Hi, this is a silly question, but welp. Do you think publishing new content on ao3 pays off? I feel like the fandom is dying a bit and I don't know if it's worth writing ff :((

maybe this is just my personal opinion because i wasnt here at the height of the hype especially in 2022 (i watched the show in march 2024 and got into the fandom in june), but the rise fandom is not dying, dont worry.

there are posts here that frequently get thousands of notes, sometimes within days, fics that have gotten pretty popular that are RECENT, a whole culture of aus and events and zines that are still running.

ive been in dying fandoms (the pjo book fandom is so dead yall its joever) and in fandoms that were never even big in the first place (i was in a niche pokemon webcomic community that had upwards of maybe like 40 people active in its discord server, and most of the adults there were republicans or child groomers or usually both .... i know hell, i was there for like four years. trust me) and i havent been in a community as big as rise's since liiike. 2019, i think!

and regardless of any new official content coming out, its also good to note that there are a lot of active and dedicated tmnt fans who make official content for other, much older iterations too, and ive noticed a lot of the people who do are older which is definitely a good thing. fandoms at the peak of their hype are usually INSANELY preteen-infested and it's not a good environment i think should be desired. the discourse i see going around on tiktok right now is deranged but its not new by any means. i REFUSE to be a boomer because im only 18 and i know what its like to be 12, but i do not desire nor envy that kind of fame BAHFHDHGH

but like still. point i was getting to is that even if its not at its peak of popularity i dont think the fandom will be dying any time soon and it's not something to be afraid of. i can cite several fics that did wonderfully in numbers (although i dont recommend basing quality off that, its just important to note) despite being recent and have had the fandom in a chokehold as of late. canary continuity could probably count as one of those considering how crazy it was around november or so..... i miss november :')

i think we all kind of see ourselves like drops of water in a bucket and hesitate to come in so strong because we underestimate the importance of our own voices, especially because fandom attracts very socially anxious people, but a lot of the anxiety about engagement can be mitigated by engaging yourself and being the change you want to see! this also counts with creating content-- the thing about ao3 is that you can have completely different audiences for different fics unlike other platforms from what i've seen, so something may flop at first and then do really well later, or even take a while to kick off (cvd and coming undone have been getting some love lately ive noticed... i keep telling myself i'll continue them and then forgetting)

i'd say its definitely worth a shot to post, because ive noticed that ao3 comment sections are overwhelmingly positive in most cases. ive gotten some passive-aggressive or pushy comments before (usually out of confusion because they werent paying attention, which isnt my fault, or because theyre excited and what to see more, which i still do find flattering) but its always been in a sea of a lot of really wonderful people, which has been really helpful because i have disabling anxiety and constantly doubt myself haha.

i think the advice i see a lot of "write for yourself" is kind of unhelpful and doesn't get to the root of the problem because i think it takes away from the fact that art is such a deeply social part of human expression, and we create it to share it,,, i think a better way to put it is that you should write self-indulgently, and there's always a good chance of finding your people by the time you're finished-- i've connected with a lot of people with VERY similar tastes to me because of my writing and it's been miraculous because as great as my other friends are, their interests vary wildly from mine LOL. its worth it even if you dont kick off immediately!!! and of course i urge everyone to engage with artists and writers whenever you can, it means the world to them!!

[5aaliyah5]

Textbooks Couldnt Prepare me for this

Chapter 5: Fading Light

Pairing: Professor Hange x Student Reader/ Roommates AU

Warnings: Sexual Content

The light hurt Y/N eyes- that was all she was able to register at the moment. It was too much, and the headache that throbbed in the back of her temple did not help contribute to anything good. She groaned as she rolled over, away from where her window was, and rolled right into something. 

Actually… That didn't feel like an object. She could feel arms and legs, so that meant it was someone-

Y/N’s eyes shot open, scared that she might discover some random person in her bed, before seeing the familiar glasses and brown hair of Hange. Her body released the tension and she sighed, relieved she had not been so drunk out of her mind to sleep with some random person. Hange’s eyes were closed, their breaths were deep, and they had fallen asleep above her covers. Y/N tried to remember the events of last night, though only small flashes came to her. She remembered throwing up so her friends took her home. She remembered Hange helping her to her room and then…She had asked them to stay with her. 

They were so close to her now, that if she leaned over she could kiss them… They moved in their sleep and Y/N quickly sat up in her bed, not wanting to be caught being so close to them. She already felt shame at her thoughts thinking such a thing; That she could kiss her professor. That was a terrible thing to fantasize over. 

“Y/N?” Hange’s eyes fluttered open, and Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up. 

“H-Hange?” Her voice was more unsure, as she addressed them “Sorry ‘bout last night… I didn't mean to…” Her voice trailed off. What exactly was she sorry for? It could e she was sorry for asking Hange to sleep with her, or that she came home so drunk… Both of those things deserve an apology. 

“Dont worry about it.” Hange groaned as they sat up from the position they had fallen asleep in. “I understand that sometimes those parties get wild. Im just glad you were safe and your friends brought you home.” Ah, so they took her apology that way. 

“Yeah, but sti-” and her headache radiated through her skull, causing her to lower her head to her legs and clutch it in one hand. “Owwww” She moaned out. 

“Here, lets get you some Aspirin…” They got up, walking to the kitchen and returning a second later with the medicine in hand, as they took her glass of water that they had placed on the bedside table the night before and offered her both. Y/N took it with no question and flopped back down on her bed as she waited for it to take effect. Hange sat at the edge of her bed, and for a moment, there was a silence between them before hange spoke out. 

“Sorry for falling asleep on your bed.” Y/N looked at them, slightly caught off guard. 

“What? Don't apologize. Im sorry I asked you to stay with me while I slept-” She sighed “I didn't know what I was doing- I didn't mean to… I didn't mean to ask you to sleep with me-” 

 “No, its fine. I should have said no, I was the sober one.” 

“How about we just call it even?” Y/N suggested. “I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us, Hans.” 

“Hans?” They turned their head, with a large smile on their face and Y/N froze. 

“Yeah, is… is that okay? Its a nickname I thought would… Well im not sure-” she started and Hange cut her off. 

“I love it.” They said. Y/N smiled back at them. They loved her nickname, and her heart soared with pride at that thought. They stood up, and sighed “Here, ill go make us some breakfast and them you can tell me how the party went?” 

“Yeah, I would like that.” ‘Hange would be the perfect partner if they ever dated someone’ Y/N thought in her head ‘They were so kind and thoughtful. Always taking care of her and making sure she was alright…’ Y/N could only hope to meet someone like Hange. And then she felt an ache in her chest as the sun hit Hange’s face perfectly as they turned and left her room, leaving her there with her thoughts to herself. 

No. There would never be anyone else like Hange. It was hard for Y/N to perceive that as possible, but she knew it was. She would never find another Hange, and that thought pained her. It made her want to cry even thinking about what will happen once she finishes College. Not living with Hange was too agonizing of an idea, as she had grown an immense connection to them. She wanted to stay with them, even though it was childish to think so. She didn't want anything to change, she just wanted to live in their apartment with one another, with their rabbit seasoning shakers, and movie nights. 

Change was sometimes good, but Hange leaving was a change Y/N never wanted to experience…  

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Things had returned to the same as they had been before that Halloween party. Y/N had been out of the apartment more often as she had started picking up more shifts at her job to start saving up for christmas presents, and Hange had been busy more often with grading assignments, especially since they had somehow gotten behind on them. Novembers usually went this way. Students would be more busy with assignments, professors would struggle to catch up, and there would not be any peace until winter break was there.   

They knew that on top of work and homework, Y/N had been going to study groups with that one boy, Jean Kirstein. They had made it a point to memorize his name due to Y/N. It was actually surprising how much of their life and work had come to revolve around Y/N. What they once thought was some silly infatuation with the young girl, was slowly becoming something more… intense. 

Maybe it was just because they needed to get back into a lab setting, and then they would have something they could dissect and actually make sense of. It was pointless to try and evaluate their ‘relationship’ with Y/N because it would not only get them no where, but it would lead to nothing. They couldn't become involved with her. Not like that. Just living with her was already crossing so many boundaries, that the school set in place for reasons like this! 

They just needed to sleep with someone to release this stress. That was it. They were just sexually repressed, thats what it came down to. They had never cared for power dynamic kinks like Student x Teacher and Submissive or Dominate themes. They were sure this would pass as well. 

They stared at their computer as their fingers didn't move from their spot on their lap. They couldn't bring themselves to grade or lesson plan like they normally would. Not when they were thinking of… Y/N. Goddamn it! They threw their hands up in the air in frustration. 

They finally gave up. Closing their laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of them. They laid on their side on the couch, grabbing one of the pillows and placing it under their head as they thought for a second. They just needed a minute to clear their head and then they would finish their work. 

They pressed their face into the pillow, as if it might squash any of their previous thoughts, only to breath in and…It smelt of Y/N, like so many things in the apartment. Why couldn't she just leave them alone for one second? Why did all of their thoughts have to revolve around her and her sweet sweet smile, and soft skin, and beautiful eyes… 

They didn't even get a moment to calm themselves before closing their eyes and slipping into the blissful sleep that would hopefully clear them of their thoughts…   

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(Recommendation: for more accurate reading experience, listen to Fading into Light by Michael Kim-Sheng for the remainder of the chapter.) 

What were they doing here? They had not been in this library since they were studying for their masters program a few years ago. They associated the rows and rows of shelves of books with the many sleepless nights they suffered, and the shots of coffee they had to take in order to stay awake. It even smelt the same- with the old book pages and faint scent of dust. They would never forget this place. 

“Hange-” Though that voice being here was new. Hange whipped their head around, and there stood Y/N.  

“Y/N… What are you doing here?” Their vision was distorted, which was odd because they were wearing their glasses. The only thing they could make out was Y/N and her face, which seemed to practically glow with the rays of the sun that illuminated from the windows, radiating off her skin. She was more beautiful than they had remembered, like a goddess. That wasn't the only thing they noticed, as they looked at what she was wearing. Y/N, dressed in a mini skirt that practically was ridding up her thighs, with a large button up shirt that they could swear was one of theirs. The top buttons undone a little too far down where they could see that Y/N wore no bra underneath. Hange didn’t mind it though, as Y/N could be wearing nothing and they still would struggle to find anything imperfect with her. 

“Hange, I need you…” She pleaded as she walked towards Hange. Hange stumbled back, trying to put space between the two of them, though it was useless as they backed themselves up against a lab table that they could have sworn was not there before. “Please don’t leave. I want you to stay with me-” her words came out as smooth and sweet as honey, and Hange had a difficult time listening to reasoning. There was something off about her, about the way she spoke specifically. However, when Y/N pressed herself against their body, they felt their thoughts go blank. Their mind argued one thing but their heart was quick to shut it down. 

“Y/N… You know we cant-” But Y/N was quick to place her hands on Hange’s shoulders, leaning her body onto theirs, invading all of their senses.

“Why not? No one else is here-” She had a point there. There was no one else around them, and Hange knew no one would interrupt them- So why shouldn't they just savor this moment? Just have their way with Y/N like they had been thinking about for weeks now. “No one has to know… Right, Professor?” 

That one word quickly sent them spiraling, as they closed the distance between Y/N’s face, latching their lips onto hers. Y/N’s lips were softer than Hange could have imagined. They felt her melt into their body, as Hange supported Y/N’s weight to have her lean even more on them, being as close as they could to her. They quickly flipped her around, so that Y/N could lean against the table as they set to work on her. 

She was warmer than Hange thought she would be, though that shouldn't be a surprise- She gave them a light that they had not felt in a long time. They had been lonely after the death of their friend Moblit. That’s why they had taken this job to begin with- they kissed Y/N’s neck and made their way down towards her shoulders then chest. She took away that loneliness in more ways than they had previously realized. Y/N was there for them, day in and day out. They unbuttoned her shirt and places a plethora of kisses and bite marks on her breasts, and listened as her breath hitched. 

They raised once more, to kiss Y/N’s lips, bringing their thigh between her legs.  “Hange-“ It was almost like they could feel the warmth from between Y/N’s legs press into their thigh, as she rocked herself slowly. They wanted more from her. More of her warmth, and protection. It was selfish but wasn’t something they wanted to deny any longer. “You should wake up-“ 

“What?” Their head looked down at her, and it was hard not to focus on the trail of bite marks they had left on her body. 

“I said- I think you should-” 

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“Wake up, Hange” Hange groaned and rolled in their spot as they slowly opened their eyes to see Y/N’s face inches from theirs, her hands on their shoulders. Shit- they had fallen asleep on the couch while grading. “You’re gonna hurt your back sleeping like that, and crinkle your clothing.” She scolded. 

“Y/N!?” They slightly jumped up, causing Y/N to take a step backwards. They had started her, though in hindsight, they way she was that close to the, had reminded them too much of the dream they had just had. 

“Whats wrong Hans?” That nickname did not help the fire that radiated between their legs, they wanted to hear her moaning out the nickname, pleading with them. They needed to do something about it- but they couldn't. Not yet, while Y/N was here. Oh how they imagined her lips on their- Wait- they needed to focus. “I… Just had an intense dream.” They said slowly, becoming more sure of their words. 

“You look really hot Hange.” Y/N got closer to them once more, pressing a hand to their face. Y/N had taken notice of the red tint on their cheeks and grew concerned that her roommate was coming down with a fever. “Are you okay?” 

“What?!” Hange blushed even more at Y/N’s words. Did she just call them… hot?

“Are you getting sick? Its unlike you to fall asleep while grading or looking so red-” Y/N pulled back her hand and Hange leaned forward, wanting to keep the contact. “You also don't sound too good…” 

“No, Im okay…Im not sick, my dream was just very unexpected. I think I just need to go lie down in my bed.” They stood up. “I didn't mean to worry you Y/N. Ill be fine-” 

She seemed to accept that answer as Hange could see her shoulders relax and her sigh. “Okay… You’ll let me know if you need anything, right?” It was cute how she worried about them. They nodded, and briefly passed her, though stopped when they were shoulder to shoulder. 

They looked down at Y/N, and couldn't help themselves. They needed to somehow claim Y/N, even if only for a brief moment. It was supposed to be a forbidden thought, something that would never be, but they needed it to be real. They so desperately wanted it to be real.  “Thank you for worrying about me.” They placed a soft kiss on Y/N’s cheek, quickly pulling away. They wanted to retreat to their room, not wanting to face whatever they had just done. They would deal with the consequences in the morning, after they savored the sensation of kissing Y/N. They knew they could never have her- not only because they were her professor but because they were also way older than her. 

But to be able to kiss her cheek, as if they would if they were a couple soothed something fierce within them. As if Hange had any right to do so. 

“Wait-” Y/N was quicker than them though, as her hand shot out to grasp onto the sleeve of their shirt, being strong enough to stop them in their tracks. They expected her to get angry at them, to slap them, to do something in retribution for their actions. They would have rathered she get angry, but the silence they were met with killed them. They didn't want to look at her face, didn't want to see the disgust. They immediately regretted what they had done, and scrunched their nose at the memory now. 

Y/N didn't let go of the sleeve of their shirt, instead pulling them towards her roughly. They stumbled on their footing, and couldn't help looking back down at her. They watched as Y/N reached her hands towards their face, and instead of the sting of rejection they were expecting from her, were met with her hands grasping at their hair. In Y/N’s eye’s was nothing else but pure determination as she tugged Hange’s lips to her own and kissed them. 

 Y/N knew this was bad, knew they should stop, but she couldn't help herself. This crossed so many boundaries and rules they had set for each other in the apartment, but rules always changed. She could feel Hange’s chapped lips on hers, the way they lightly tugged at her bottom lip, as they continued to kiss. Her hands had softened in Hange’s hair, gently holding on to the back of their neck to keep herself steady. It was intoxicating. She had never kissed anyone for this long, this much, but she had also never wanted anyone else so much either. 

“This is so wrong.” Hange was the first to pull away, and Y/N felt her confidence slowly deflate at the words. She could do nothing but look down at her feet. She tried to dispel the tears that wanted to form and spill from her eyes at the rejection, she would save them for later. “But…  I cant say that I havent been thinking of you Y/N. What I did right now crossed a line, we both did.” They cupped their hands around Y/N’s face, to make her look at them “I don't want to take advantage of you. You’re young, and sometimes young people don't always know what they are doing or what they want.” Y/N could see them biting the inside of their lip “And I don't want a split second decision you make to be something you regret later on-” Y/N could practically hear their thoughts. They didn't want to be something she would regret. 

“I… I know Im young Hans-” There was that nickname again. “But, I've been thinking of you for weeks now. This isn't something I just did right now because I felt like it, but because… for the first time I thought, maybe, you wanted me too…” Y/N reached to cover Hange’s hands on her face with her own, and breathed in. She hadn't realized she had stopped breathing with how close they were “I do want you Hange, if you’ll have me.” 

“I will…” They would allow themselves to have just this. To have Y/N. They placed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose before returning to her lips. It felt like they belonged there. The world felt right in that moment. Like for the first time since they had moved there, there had been a reason for all of the pain they had suffered. There had to be a reason they were placed there, in that moment, with Y/N in front of them, soothing all of their thoughts with just her voice. It couldn't all be a coincidence. It was too good for it all to be a coincidence. 

Y/N pulled away from the kiss, though this one was less intense, it still had Y/N feeling light headed. “Come on- I want to… go to my room…” Hange gave a airy and small laugh, pulling Y/N towards them, as they buried their head into her hair. They would follow her anywhere at that moment. If she had asked them to run away with her, they thought they might have, just because of how happy they were. 

“Lets go then.” They replied and Y/N felt a shudder run down her back at Hange’s words, as they breathed on her neck. She could feel the intense pulsing in her lower abdomen that yearned for Hange to sooth it, for Hange to do anything to her. She would do anything or Hange… This would be a long night for the both of them. 

[imbibitorz]

‧₊˚ ┊THROUGH THE LENS EVENT ⸝⸝⸝

❪ But the visible is not the only reality.❫

ᐟᐟ☆ HELLO AND WELCOME to the small event i (alongside a certain memokeeper) decided to host! take your time and look around the venue we set ⸝⸝

“ No matter how vivid a memory, the power of time was stronger ”

THE EVENT WELCOMES THE BELOVED CHARACTERS FROM FANDOMS LIKE ﹕HONKAI STAR RAIL, GENSHIN IMPACT, BLUE LOCK. (list will be expanded for VIPs exclusives) . the genres I'll write are: fluff and/or smut. in your request, include the number of the booth, genre, desired character and additional info (depending on the booth chosen) .

“Time is the key for all things that possess form. ”

⌇⌇ BOOTH #1 : MEMORIES OF THE PAST (so... how did you two meet?)

first times? first impressions? or maybe a look back because of an annoying relative? your future kids asked? well, here's the answer! send me an ask with a character (one per request) and the name of the desired prompt (list down here) COSMIC IMPRESSION => first meeting ALBUM COVER => summary of your relationship throughout the years ONE TIME => something small, one would think insignificant, a moment or thing being a sweet reminder

ᛝ BOOTH #2 : WHAT ARE YOU...? (can you stand still? i want to...)

everyday routines are boring, mechanical, done on autopilot. but what if, after a fleeting meeting with a certain stranger (calling himself a memokeeper, whatever that is), you decide to get a small camera? will routine look the same or maybe, but just maybe... one of you will see something worth depicting...? send me an ask with a character (one per request) and you'll get a small blurb about one (theoretically) insignificant moment getting caught in a photo, one kept in your hearts as the sweetest moment.

◟◟BOOTH #3 : IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? (I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist...)

oh look! a little photobooth right in the middle of nowhere! oh, look! it's a kissing camera at your favourite club match! OH! LOOK! it's the random, cheesy things one would cringe at! but who cares?! it's sweet for you, that's all that matters! send me a a character + a genre and let me cook up a little blurb about the small, cringy, cheesy, weird, funny moments of your life together!

𝜗𝜚 BOOTH #4 (VIP EXCLUSIVE) : WE ALL GATHERED HERE... (the tattoo on your ring finger)

simple or extravaganza? big venue with fireworks or a little, cozy place with few guests? doesn't matter, the wedding has to be recorded!!! it's not every day you marry the love of your life, is it? such occasion just SCREAMS for a whole photoshoot! oh, you want to keep it private... well, too late! you're getting your wedding album on the house, packed and delivered to your home right when you come back from the honeymoon! THIS BOOTH IS RESERVED FOR MY FRIENDS AND/OR MUTUALS ALONG WITH THEIR FICTIONAL OTHERS! my dears, if you want, send me an ask with your fictional other and maybe a short lore summary to get a little blurb about the wedding day !

IMPORTANT NOTES: for now (20th feb 25), the event has no slot limits. we'll see how well (or how bad) it is received, then if needed I will set a limit/close the event. if you like this idea please reblog the event! maybe someone else would love to participate? even if it's not your cup of tea, maybe it's someone else's! for now I'm tagging my dears @sugurouge @ambiguouslady42 @kuniihoonii and @capitnos (IM SORRY IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED!!! I JUST THOUGHT YALL MAY BE INTERESTED BUT IF NOT THEN TELL ME PLS NO HARD FEELINGS OBV)

thank you for tuning in! i hope the event will be to your liking (and that it wont flop lmao)

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[y-vna]

  𐙚 ⠀➵ ⠀⠀ ∿ ⠀⠀90+ follower event⠀✾ ⠀⠀❒⠀⠀🍓⠀ ▧

⠀⠀➣ ⠀⠀❒ ⠀🍰⠀⠀∿ Thank you all so so much for 90+ follows. It is crazy to me that people actually like what I post, and Im so grateful to be here now. It's unbelievable that I could gain so many followers and friends here in just 2 weeks. That's truly incredible. So many people have inspired me, and I hope we continue to grow! 💕💓

This will count as my big 100 fllwr appreciation post/event! I want to post this on a weekend, so here we are at 90+ ! :3

I dont want to double tag people, so I decided the event will be in the same post as the appreciation section < 3

I dont know if this kind of event or the idea of it has been done already, but if it has, creds to the og owner of the idea!!

  𐙚 ⠀➵ ⠀⠀ ∿ ⠀⠀shortcake : the event⠀✾ ⠀⠀❒⠀⠀🗓⠀ ▧

⠀⠀➣ ⠀⠀❒ ⠀🍰⠀⠀∿ welcome to shortcake : the event ! This event is all about strawberry shortcake and her friends!

How to enter?

have to be following me

reblog and tag at least 2 friends to join!

comment with "🍓" or "joining"!

msg me a number between 1-19 for your strawberry shortcake character and 1-20 for your idol. You must use them to make a moodboard with the event tag!

ends on Dec 1. (Submissions must be in before that day!)

(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ⠀➵ ⠀ ∿ ⠀ fav blogs⠀⠀✾⠀⠀❒⠀⠀🍓

@kiiorraa @sulvy @egorls @y0oni3 @yunlush @i0hyein @e-unchaes @umiena @i-kyujin @y8ves @yeritos @i-hani @f-eori @19kisoir @w-eori @h-jini @trivijoy @lovveons @haerinhrtt @aegsll @iluvrei @y-unji @y-unjins @gar-am @wonery @mewmyu @wcnbear @win-k @winteryeoni @win-a @y2qi @od-i @chaeneuu @c-hwonae @c-hance @ahinsite @p-oisn @baesol @i04rei @jenfaery @h-aeun @h-ao @y-ves @raeceah @ujito @yuqi-luv @nwtzy @y-urios @kangrins @fuckici + much more!!

Erm if this flops then um idk sob 🤷‍♀️

[dr-spectre]

Just out of curiosity- you talk about Hypno Callie and Unconscience Marina a lot when it comes to the hypnosis v. mind control/brainwashing thing, but what about Sanitized 3? Is that just straight up literal mind control and that's why it's not a problem? Or is it just not something you think about 😂

:) and have a wonderful day also

I dont have the biggest issue with what people say about Sanitized 3 because of how in-depth they try to go with Sanitization itself by the time Side Order comes around.

Plus the fight itself is portrayed in a more surprising and "oh god here we go" type of mood compared to Hypno Callie and Marina Agitando's more sinister and disturbing tone.

Also, the whole idea of fighting your player character from Splatoon 1 must have been an insane thing to see for Splatoon 1 players back then. It's portrayed as a cool surprise twist rather than the payoff of a long storyline.

I like to see the events in either two ways and I flip flop between them.

1. After 3 got knocked out, Tartar, using the sanitized ink took direct control over 3's body and is using them as a puppet to protect itself.

2. Once 3 got knocked unconscious, Tartar using the sanitized ink, seeped it into his brain and basically directly tampered with it to change his morals and ideologies to line up with Tartar's. Aka, literal brain.... WASHING.

I think the reasons why I don't get pissy about Sanitized Agent 3 is because of a few reasons. I am more attached to Callie and Marina as characters, what people and Nintendo have said about Hypno Callie actively DAMAGES the story that was set up from Splatoon 1 because people are obsessed with what's "canon" rather than looking at the story in a lens that is actually satisfying and has a proper pay-off to Callie's corruption arc.

Corruption arcs are a result of the character's actions and beliefs most of the time and the best ones usually follow that. They had the set up, but fucked up the pay off by making DJ Octavio and the Octarians over the top in their evil actions and made Octavio unredeemable, further damaging the storyline of Splatoon 3!!!!! You cannot redeem someone who kidnapped a woman and removed her memories and brainwashed her. You cannot do that. You wanna know what examples I can think of when it comes to something simliar like this?

TALON!!! FROM OVERWATCH!!! THE ORGANISATION THAT WANTS TO CAUSE CHAOS AND DEATH!!!! THE ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR WIDOWMAKER!!!!

and you know what else too.... HYDRA!!! FROM MARVEL COMICS!!! THE LITERAL NAZIS!!!! THE ONES WHO MADE BUCKY BARNS INTO THE WINTER SOLDIER!! YOU THINK THOSE FUCKERS ARE GONNA BE GETTING REDEEMED OR EXPLORED AS "well they aren't actually that bad guys!!!!"

UGHHHH.... Splatoon's writing makes me so mad sometimessssss....

Marina Agitando is a little bit different, most of my anger comes from pure ignorance online LMAO! Like I'm sorry but if you say Marina was hypnotised or brainwashed then you are factually wrong. Marina was knocked unconscious and an ai POSSESSED HER BODY!!! THATS ALL!!!!

I think its more scary to think about how Marina is completely not there anymore and it's just an ai using her as a meat puppet because it didn't have a form. Unsconscience was sung by Order. That's really funny to think about.

Anyways, this was your weekly rant about Hypno Callie, tune in next time when Nintendo eventually does something stupid to piss me off again!!!

(Also hope you have a lovely day)

[vwmpiris]

🍁 ◍ 𝟹𝟶𝟶+ 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 !! ◐ 🍂

THIS IS CRAZY (I LITERALLY TEARED UP??!) !!!!! LITERALLY SO UNBELIEVABLE bc 300?!?!!!? im so so so grateful for this cuz its such a huge number (AND OMG HALFWAY TO 500!!) and the fact that i dont post regularly yet all of you STILL support me sm ... is jus SO NICE of everyone…☹️🫶 this means SO MUCH to me each and every one of you are super special to me I LOVE YOU ALL SM💖💕

im also so happy that my first event with chi wasn't a flop lol and i was thinking of hosting smth else, not an event but more like ... idk what to call it ... so i'll jus explain it ..

i haven't been posting a lot due to school and my final exams and also bc my mbs arent turning out the way i expected them to… which is annoying (some of then are flopping help) . i mean, i get around six icons and then i jus cant get the rest and yes i could jus post six icons but idk i jus dont feel like so ...

i thought of hosting smth like making a mb based off songs all of you like or wtv its called kind of a thing. im pretty sure its not an event so yeah ..

its going to be like, you send me a song and i make you a mb for it idk if this is already done (probably has) but i think thats fun and im kinda out of mb making ideas too 😓 and i also want to listen to new songs so yaya ! 😁

feel free to leave suggestions !!

~ 🍁 🏷 fav blogs (not in order) + people i love ! (sorry for the tags)

@p-oisn @joyuvv @aewinse @gigittamic @jnthri @chaeneuu @yeritos @vvellona @yeonzzen @jaes1lvr @bambicito @minslune @ayatxt @gyustarzzi2 @wontree @wonysela @wntercafe @yeossemble @haerins00 @h-anis @gun-wook @y2jiz @jjadecore @fleuwrei @fyidor @khaer @iluvrei @miryofshampoo @raeceah @rkivefr @koosuvi @i8sei @f-loqweres @thsv @y-ves @y-vna @i-hani @i-kyujin @lil-liaa @plxuto @eun-luv @vg-k @m-nito @prissoul @jeonzio @7hyein ++ sm more !! (...i think i forgot a lot of people sorry ;-;)

[starskullz]

old gay people amirite

if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.

my affections and wishes have not changed.

but one word from you will silence me forever.

i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

individual panels below the cut

(tap on the panels for higher quality!!!)

this stressed me OUUUTT while i was working on it LMAO.. was planning to do something a lot more rendered but decided against it because i just wanted it done and i've never properly rendered anything,,,,,,,,,, that is a venture for a project that is Not a comic. for now you get my rendition of elliott's 10-heart event with harp Specifically. ft. dialogue from that one scene in pride and prejudice that reminds us all of elliott you know the one. these old gay men are my pride and joy. dont let this flop it took me three days LMAO !!!