#I swear I tried to keep it short

[atlantablack]

Okay okay, if you're up for it, for the micro story ask, what about "don't leave"?

I feel like the real challenge here is - can I keep this micro - brevity is not my friend but let's see

Bilbo is already half-way to Dale -- his pack heavy on his back, Gandalf a steady presence at his side -- when he hears the sound of hooves behind them.

When he turns, worried that something has managed to go wrong in the hours since they left Erebor, he finds Thorin barreling towards him on a pony, closely followed by Dwalin, Kili, & Fili.

All he can really do is stare, open mouthed, as the group speeds toward him. What could have possibly happened? A traitorous part of his heart whispers, he's come to ask you to stay, but he knows that's a lie. He'd been in Erebor for an entire season and Thorin had never once given him any indication that he wanted Bilbo to stay past the winter.

Bilbo knows it's a lie and so it makes no sense to him at all when Thorin swings himself off of the pony, strides forward, and the first words to come out of his mouth are, "Don't leave. Amrâlimê. I do not have the right to ask this of you but do not leave."

Thorin's eyes are very blue and Bilbo's heart is beating very loud. He dimly recognizes that his walking stick has slipped from his fingers but it seems rather unimportant in the face of Thorin's earnest words.

"I don't understand," he says, clinging to his composure by his fingertips. "Why would I stay?" What he doesn't say is, how could I not, when it's you asking, how could I not?

Thorin flinches but resolutely takes another step forward to grab his hand. Bilbo lets him, unwilling to deny Thorin anything even now.

"I do not have the right but I will ask regardless," Thorin says so quietly his words are in danger of being whipped away by the wind. "I would ask that you stay by my side so that I may court you. So that I would not have to know the bleakness of days spent without you by my side."

Bilbo stares. And stares. Oh, he thinks, wondering if this is what it feels like to fall in love all over again. It's a rock slide and a flood. It's the anxious twist of Thorin's mouth, the way the midday sun hits the blue of Thorin's eyes and leaves them dazzling.

"Oh," he says out loud. And then again. A wet sounding laugh bubbles up and out of his mouth. "Oh, of course you stupid, stupid dwarf. All you had to do was ask me."

Fili and Kili break out into cheers but Bilbo doesn't have eyes for anyone except Thorin and the smile that breaks across his face. When Thorin kisses him it's a thousand shades of summer and fresh spring rain, which is to say, it's home.

[iamhereinthebg]

One of the things I really like with Nene and Kou, is how insensitive they can be to others characters. Absolutely unwillingly all the time.

And on the other side, we have Teru and Hanako. Stating the harsh realities and coming off as insensitive so they can get shocking reactions, and force people to understand.

Teru and Hanako are annoyed and look down at people for not knowing things, even if they are the ones who refuse to share the information they have most of the time. When they decide to do so, it’s mostly because the person in front of them has no idea what they are talking about.

In chapter 85, when Teru said he was going to kill Nene to Hanako. We all know that he wasn’t gonna do it at all, his main mission is to protect humans after all. He only said it, in the most shocking way, to give Hanako another perspective and make him realize what he did. Even if he was planning to instantly exorcize him just after, Teru needed to say all of this, so Hanako could understand how wrong he was.

It’s normal for Teru to act like this towards Hanako, he doesn’t like him after all. 

Most of the time, when he needs to let the truth out, he isn’t happy about it. Especially to people he cares about. He is distressed when he has to announce Aoi is dead to Akane, or when he has to make Kou realize how weak he is. Letting his emotions show way more than people give him credits for. 

For Hanako it’s a bit different.  Both Teru and him still want to be loved at the end of the day, despite what they do and knowing how some things are wrong. But compared to Teru, Hanako also wants to be hated. He knows what he does is wrong, and wants people to despise him for it. He is awful with Nene and with Kou. With Kou to make him move, to obtain a reaction out of him because even if he never said it out loud, he trusts him.

 And with Nene, because he desperately wants to keep her away from him, despite wanting to be the (only) one doing everything for her. He wants to keep her at a distance to ‘protect her’, while being her savior and having the most important role in her life.

He knows Kou and Nene are good kids, so it’s easy to say things who will shock them. 

Teru and Hanako tend to have this belief that they need to carry all responsibilities, while keeping everyone in their ignorance, to better protect them. 

So they come off as insensitive, wanting people to let them be in charge, and getting angry when they go against their plans. 

Ignorance is a gift, and the best protection to exist in their opinion. Teru is not saying anything to anyone. Hanako is doing the same and thinking that time and memory loss would fix everything, and that it’s better to make humans live in a sugar coated version of reality. 

Teru and Hanako act insensitively to get the reactions they want or to prove their points. They KNOW what they are talking about, only letting glimpse of the truth and letting all of it out when they want to.

 On the other hand, Nene and Kou are insensitive because of their ignorance. 

They know nothing about what they are talking about, what is the true meaning of being supernatural, or the real value of life. The knowledge Teru and Hanako have, or at least acknowledge way more. 

They say things that are so stupid at their core, which always come from great intentions. But they really end up hurting people thinking they are doing the greater good. 

Teru was harsh with Kou when he said he was on Nene’s side, going against his brother’s plan and putting them into trouble.

Hanako gets annoyed , and has the need to put them in place, whenever Kou or Nene are over the top optimistic. He always has to put them back in place when they ignore the fact he killed someone.

Nene has no idea what she is talking about half of the time, and this is normal, she is learning and no one is telling her anything. 

 They are both very naive at their core, thinking that motivation and love will save everything. It is something Hanako loves a lot, it’s important to have people who are optimistic, they both seem to value life and enjoy it and always see the good part of everything.

But the more the story progresses, the less Hanako talks. He lost all trust in Kou in the perfect picture arc, realizing that nothing is better than actions, and that Kou had no idea what he was talking about. Strong will to talk about big opportunities and futures, but unable to really achieve any plans. 

Kou always talks big about everything, taking way too much work he has no idea how to deal with. And he fails, a lot. He is always a step behind compared to the other characters, and he tends to acknowledge it more and more. Mitsuba is always annoyed at how much Kou is taking, and how big he talks despite not being able to do anything. 

And Kou’s lack of self confidence is not helping him, transforming even sometimes in absolute lack of self awareness and preservation. He wants to do good, but ends up saying absolutely nonsensical things to Mitsuba or Hanako because he has no real idea what he is supposed to do to make things change.

It’s no wonder Kou is taking Mitsuba’s request badly in chapter 99, when he has been trying so hard to do the right things, and can’t seem to succeed in any of them. 

Kou’s wish is to make everyone happy, but he still can’t accept Mitsuba’s request, because it would just prove one thing. That he has failed. 

 Kou and Nene are just not good at executing plans right from start to end, because they lack comprehension and knowledge. 

A lot of their actions coming from good intentions, end up being absolute disasters. 

Nene in her escape with Hanako, left her friends to deal with Aoi’s situation. She trusts Akane to take care of it, and Kou to take care of Teru. She never said anything about coming back to Kou, letting all of the responsibilities to deal with the others on him. She isn’t even aware what is happening to them when she is alone with Hanako, thinking she is doing the right thing. Not considering that Aoi will be left in the same position as her, being alive because her best friend died. 

She absolutely doesn’t get anything about Sumire’s situation, not saying entirely hurtful things, but being wrong on it from A to Z, because she lacks maturity. She refuses to listen to Sumire, when it’s not about Nene at all. Sumire has every right to make her own choices, even if they can come off as weird or horrible from Nene’s pov, but she doesn’t listen. Thinking that if she keeps looking, if she keeps avoiding what is supposed to happen, to find something ‘where no one will be hurt’, it will be better. It’s really coming from good intentions, Nene is a really nice person. But she has no idea how supernaturals work, and that their wants can be really different from humans. 

She will be slapped in the face by the reality by Sakura just after, who won’t even deny that it’s partly her fault, even if she never wanted this to happen. To better manipulate her probably, but also because Sumire indeed already said she was okay with disappearing. 

They have no idea what are the rules they are playing with. And it is a problem. They are slowly starting to realize that they are living a life they have no control over.

The more the story progresses the more they are aware of what is happening around them. They can’t make everyone happy, some people will be left behind, some will die or stay dead. They lost people during their adventures.They realize that not everyone can have a good end, that sometimes, they are absolutely hopeless and useless in some situations. 

Especially in the red house, despite having found a way to go to the far shore. They had to let Katakuri and little Tsukasa behind, unable to change anything about their fates. And even being the ones creating messes while trying to do good. Saying to Tsukasa that Amane killed him or giving little Amane the wish tags so he can have his wish granted for example.

We can see them trying being more aware of what is happening. With Nene pretending to accept to die to make everything back in order, and Kou bursting into tears when he understands Mitsuba really wants him to exorcize him. They are more aware of the situations they are in and how cruel it can be. 

Kou and Nene are good kids, with self confidence problems. But even with good intentions, they still make selfish decisions, which end up hurting the other persons they know and love. 

They are more aware of the supernatural world, its consequences and injustices. 

 But they are still more optimistic than realistic. This optimism still helped them to manage to come out alive from all the situations they are in. They are slowly gaining maturity on different subjects and I can’t wait to see in which directions their choices will led them now.

[venriliz]

Portia Montez for @rainymoodlet's Rock of Love Bachelor Challenge! <3

in depth info + full wardrobe below the cut! ↓

✮ Portia was born and raised in Evergeen Harbor, an industrial port town known for it's huge import/export businesses and even more so - it's heavily polluted environment especially at the shores of the sickly brown-ish sea. The early death of Portia's mother directly caused by the affects the bad air had on her health has instilled somewhat of a love-hate relationship towards Evergreen Harbor into the then 8 year old girl.

✮ Her father tried his best to raise his daughter by himself but despite his long working hours in a local shipyard the money was barely enough for them to survive, the possibilty of moving away far out of reach.

✮ Early in her youth she found her talent and passion for skateboarding, winning many prizes in junior competitions all over the country. After barley graduating from highschool (some ppl just aren't made for the educational system lol) she became a promising professional and quickly made a name for herself in the skating community all over the world. Her biggest successes were two back-to-back street skateboard world championship titles and several self-invented tricks where named after her. Life was good for Portia not only professionally but personally too after meeting Davide Montez who became not only her manager but als her husband.

✮ Sadly, as the saying goes though - nothing lasts forever and about a year ago, Portia found herself forced to retire from competing professionally because growing up in the bad environment of Evergreen Harbor finally started to catch up with her own health. Her retirement caused her marriage to suffer as well and soon after she announced the end of her career as a professional, Davide called it quits and they agreed to divorce on good terms.

✮ Now with her financial stability and free time to pursue new things, Portia took the chance and applied for the bachelor challenge to win Jackson Roth's heart. This is mostly thanks to her friends pressuring her to try after catching her gawking at one of the billboards with Jackson's photo on it (i mean HELLO?! he's hawt! °-° she just... doesn't like the music lol). Portia is (somewhat) ready for a new adventure and maybe, just maybe she'll find love again! <3

likes:

colors: orange, red, black music: electronica, hip hop, latin characteristics: family-oriented, hardworking, idealistic convo topics: flirting, deep thoughts, affection, talking about hobbies fashion: rocker, streetwear activities: fitness, dancing, wellness, rock climbing decor: industrial, mid-century

dislikes:

music: metal, cottagecore, ranch characteristics: egotistical, argumentative, ambitionless convo topics: evil interactions, arguing, gossip fashion: polished, country activities: fishing, cooking, mischief decor: farmhouse, cute

wardrobe:

[wiltkingart]

What queer books do you recommend?

oh honey i have a whole rec page here if you're up for anything, but i mostly read adult m/m fiction. lots of weird and old stuff with dark tones more often than not. if you want some specific titles as a flavor list, here's a few favorites! i'll link their storygraph pages so you can read their synopses too:

Fantasy: The Rifter by Ginn Hale (dark fantasy featuring a romance that spans years and time and space in decaying world with a destroyer god, and bones. so many bones. has one of the most interesting and well written story structures i've encountered. very moody and dark, hits just right).

Scifi: Body after Body by Briar Ripley Page (erotic adult scifi novella with transmasc and transfem MCs. dreamlike and grotesque, delicate and stomach churning, it's about a group of mind-wiped laborers tending genetically engineered mutant bodies.)

Historical: The Still by David Feintuch (my book series of all tiiiiiiime. it's fantasy too but mostly medieval military fiction. don't even talk to me about Rodrigo if you're not ready to be hit with a twelve page verbal essay i'm not joking, that is a threat. not a typical romance, expect heartbreak and plenty of it and to never recover.)

Horror: Hexslinger series by Gemma Files (planning a reread of this one soon to see if it still holds up but this series has stuck with me like a fly to molasses. it's a fucked up time full of desperation, Mayan gods and godessess, faggotry, blasphemy, and witchery) go with the Bound in Flesh anthology instead if you want good trans body horror, or Down by Ally Blue for deepsea suspense horror.

Contemporary: All for the Game by Nora Sakavic (you probably know about this classic but for me it still tops most everything else i've read. it's got sports, mafia drama, and trauma). for something a little different (but still traumatic) try Mo Du / Silent Reading by Priest (dark mystery set in China that follows several disturbing cases and the psychology behind them + romance between a detective and a rich pretty boy)

but yeah i talk about books a lot on my personal/main blog @wiltking (in lieu of updating my actual rec pages these days, it seems) if you ever want more real time recs! i'm a book guy. i like books a normal amount :)

[sallymew4]

finally drew something at least somewhat legit for the pre-mob terumob ive been churning out recently

i like them .i think theyre silly :)

vv bonuses vv

[milesofasher]

@ivyxrose

For a hopeless romantic, Miles Asher was typically anything but the committed type. As a teenager, he spent most of his free time sleeping with every girl at his high school and then eventually the entire state of New York came along for the ride. His ride, specifically. He was great at dating, flirting was easy to him- overly charming, sickly sweet, and with a killer jawline to boot; he was easily sought after. But he always broke things off before they got serious, never allowing himself the pleasure of falling in love because of fear he wasn't good enough. That he simply wasn't deserving of a magnificent love story. So, he kept all women at a distance, his heart locked far away.

That was until Ivy Rose changed everything, of course. Not that he allowed himself to fall--at first, anyway--their friendship blossoming immediately after they met, their competitive nature and constant trying to one-up the other ending with them both becoming better lawyers and people because of it. But Miles was guarded, and didn't want to risk losing her. She became his favourite person so quickly and he was glad that fate--and their friends--kept pushing them together until they both eventually caved and were honest with each other about how they really felt.

It was easy for him to open up to Ivy in the end. She was sensitive, kind, loving, and gentle, yet feisty and strong. She taught him how to love, healed parts of his soul he never imagined getting back, and he found safety and his home in her arms. He didn't have to push through his emotions, she met him wherever he was and was his lighthouse, calling him home to her every night. She was easy to love, and God, did he love her.

For three years, he wondered where she went. What happened to her. It didn't make sense for her to run away or vanish without a trace and Miles' logical brain was racked with questions. Everything with them was as close to perfect as you could get, and there was no note or returned call... Nothing. She was just gone. And it broke him. He cried for hours, locking himself away from anyone and everything to wallow in his sadness for months on end. He called her every day, texted her, looked on Google- the works. Eventually, the line went dead and her number was out of service and he never heard back, but he still texted her phone number every other day to update her on his life, express how much he missed her, and how he wished for her safe return.

And now here she was. Standing safely in front of him and as real and as beautiful as he remembered her. Even more beautiful, actually. At her confirmation, he immediately began to cry. Quickly, he raced to close the few feet of space between them and scooped her up in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he skillfully moved them both back inside his apartment and closing the door with his foot. His hands roamed her back and shoulders, his calloused fingers gripping tightly to ensure he wasn't dreaming as began sobbing. His body shook slightly as he slid them both to the floor, his back against the door as he held her as close to him as she could be, afraid that letting go would result in her vanishing in front of him.

"Don't ever be sorry." He whispered, "Don't you ever apologize." His tears were staining her clothes but his words were tender and quiet, a smile creeping onto his face, the cacophony of his cries ranging from sadness to elation. "I can't believe you're here. You're here and you're so beautiful and you're alive." He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead with hers and letting their eyes meet again for the first time, "I am so fucking glad you're okay."

[thickskll]

⸺ * | closed starter for ⎯⎯ @rennisaturate ⸺ * | continued from here.

his confession had come out like word vomit, with no timely pauses to give kumara a chance to process the rambling coming out of his mouth then he was left with his racing heart and his growing anxiety - desperately trying to think of a joke or a random witty line to recover from the impending rejection. before his kind of 'exile' from his home country, henry had been in a relationship and its end caused him to be shipped across the ocean to live with family he hadn't spent time with in decades. the adjustment period was hard, a new timezone, a new culture, a new climate and shitty food was quite the culture shock and henry spent much of his first months in his room where things were most familiar. looking back on it now, it was hard to think when he last had an actual girlfriend - one that didn't finish off her text messages with death threats or had a failed attempt at blowing up his car when he broke things off, again. still, it wasn't his fault that his neighbour, who just so happened to be a government official, drove the same car as his. henry often thought of amanda and the part he played in the demise of their relationship, not that there was much he could do about it now. the night he met kumara was purely by chance, and henry didn't pay much attention to fate but felt that it was more than a coincidence that things just fell into place with her after one night together. she was reaching for him, her expression void of any mockery or disapproval, and he leaned in to meet her for a kiss. "okay, that was way cuter than what i said," he smiled against her lips as relief warmed his chest. "i love you, too" and it didn't feel at all odd to say it out loud, there was no apprehension or need to swallow his words when it came to her. returning to their game, which was gradually reaching its final round, "you know i've gotta keep you on your toes." out in the car park, henry had to be careful when it came to thinking about how to challenge kumara next. he didn't want to be mean and make it too hard but he didn't want it to be a total walk in the park for her either. "there's an ice cream shop at the other end of this parking lot. you've gotta drive to that side, blindfolded, so you'll be using me as your eyes..." thankfully, given the late hour, it was only them and two other cars with the ice cream store just a few hundred yards away. he shut the trunk and helped her out of the shopping cart. "you can sit in my lap and i'll do the pedals, all you have to do is steer...sounds easy enough, right?" that was how he made it sound yet the quirk of his lip and glint in his eye hinted at there being more to it. "..or, if it's too much, you can forfeit now and we'll get some ice cream then go back to your place.." he shrugged as he rounded his car to the driver's side. "it's all up to you, maple"

[bcrgondy]

closed starter for :  @slumberpcrty​

     first dates are a triviality he’d often prefer to avoid ----    it often is interpreted as a gateway towards a relationship  ,      and unless it’s for noble purposes such as revenge or payback ,      he'd rather not dellude others into perceiving him as a viable option .      a lesson learned early :   heartbreak might lead to keyed cars and bricks being tossed at your head .     how long has it been since he’s taken anyone on a proper date ,    anyways ?     maybe he could blame this unexpected jitteriness on that  .    or maybe it was the fact sebastian’s flirting was best served in the dark room of private clubs and after party’s ,  alcohol bled corners ,   where he only had to do a little bit of sweet talking .    he’s scrolling through his feed to kill time   (    pictures of him out with his friends  ,    spotted around new york ,    articles about his parents  ,      and their ideal marriage .   barf .     ah --  of course ,   internet vultures speculating on   just whom    was the brunette at the café with him ,    strategically shielded from the cameras .    not today ,   satan .   )    with his dark choice of attire  ,     he’s confident he could nearly blend into the night .     he checks the room periodically ,    trying not to look anxious or impatient .   both which might be reluctantly true  .     until ----    ah .      there she is .       “    wow .     ”     his eyes immediately     sparkle    in awe ,      held hostage by her .       “      you look    [      ...      ]     wow .    ”    ever so eloquent in her presence .

[bonefall]

TC Scourge is so interesting tho. How does he play out or effect the narrative? Does he go more clan life and change his name or does he act like a changer who gets the clans to see that outsiders aren’t lesser? I think he could be such a good character in like TBC especially as a rebel. I’m very interested in this idea

I'm glad you asked! I do actually have a point with it, and it's the more "fun" option between two choices I have at a certain point.

I'll try to summarize this and keep the BIG overview for its own post;

BloodClan is much older, forming back during the end of Oakstar's rule

It's neutral now, no longer pure evil. It does good things (distributes resources, protects from invasion, saves cats from abusive and neglectful living conditions) as well as bad things (demands service and/or tribute, gruesome punishments for stealing and disobedience, rigid pecking order)

Scourge is the newest in a line of rulers. Instead of being EVIL he's just very politically savvy, having inherited a large and brutal group.

The BloodClan battle happens because Tigerstar PROMISED them land and Scourge is sick of Clan cats not respecting them

So, in any case, Scourge is NOT dying at the battle. Firestar defeats him honorably, and engages in diplomacy with BloodClan afterwards. Everyone involved is mixed about this, but it works out well at the destruction of the forest where BloodClan absorbs the warriors who are staying behind and provides aid.

The Choice

So the crossroads will come during the period concurrent with Firestar's Quest/Quietus, the part where there was a power struggle between Snake, Ice, Claw, and Rage. In the rewrite I'm combining all the BloodClan power plots into one-- Scourge choosing a successor.

My initial draft was to give him a progressive disease that was going to kill him early, but with some small tweaking, it could just be him getting tired of leadership.

So my choice is that he dies here (much more compliant with canon) or he ultimately joins ThunderClan and accompanies them to the Lake.

Why though?

Because I want him to play a role with Hollyleaf.

In addition to it just being generally fun that there's this very quiet ex-mobster boss hanging out in the background just enjoying life, he would be an uncle figure in PO3.

I think Hollyleaf's struggle with outsiders is really interesting, and since I'm probably going to reduce Stormfur and Brook's role in ThunderClan due to Tribe reworks, there is an opening for him to squeeze in. Hollyleaf is able to look between the obedience the code demands, the way the Clans see outsiders as being soft, and have a real, hard example that this is not true because of Scourge.

He will be old by this point, old enough to not soak up too much attention from younger warriors, but still has that good old BloodClan skill in his claws when it's required. That aside he would generally be a quiet loner type, quite close to Goldenflower, probably accepting a clan name (he'd see it as respecting the culture) but not correcting anyone when they call him Scourge.

He would die sometime between OOTS and AVOS, possibly of that progressive disease or even going down in a blaze of glory during the Great Battle (Tigerstar getting a rematch would be SUPER fun!) and he would become a ghost, not joining StarClan. Tree gets to see him a couple of times, and he would be there for Squirrelflight's Hope instead of the random kittypet, Blade.

[bunny-kisser]

💤 for Gus and Rivera

💤 - "sleep well." / carrying them to bed.

I always go on about the early days in their relationship and the toxic aspects, so Gus and Rivera can have some late plot domesticity as a treat <3

Gus’ shoulders dropped in relief as he stepped into the familiar comfort of his home; It had been a long and exhausting day, with his countless duties keeping him occupied much later into the night than he had hoped. The house was lit by soft candle light and Rivera’s presence was immediately made known by the sound of the TV from the living room. Gus wondered if he’d ever grow accustomed to returning to a house that was not silent and dark. These days Rivera’s presence settled comfortably across the home, found in the small trinkets he collected, in his favorite foods in the pantry, and in the way his voice filled the previously silent spaces.

Gus began to call out to Rivera but stopped when he crossed the threshold into the living room, noticing that he was passed out on the couch with some colorful 90’s cartoon blasting on the tv at nearly full volume. Rivera was slumped against the arm of the couch, dark hair falling across his face and a limp arm extended towards a remote on the floor. He appeared to have fallen asleep by accident, presumably while trying to keep himself awake until Gus got home from work. Rivera was incredibly persistent about that - he always wanted to be around to greet Gus when he got home, to be able to waste some idle hours and to say goodnight.

Gus moved into the living room then hesitated, hovering there in front of the couch as he debated whether to wake his partner or not. He knew that Rivera would want to be woken up but he also knew that getting him back to sleep would take ages, and judging by the dark rings under his eyes he needed the sleep. Gus turned off the tv then attended to his nightly routine; By the time he was done he had already decided what to do about Rivera. He gathered blankets and pillows from their bedroom then carefully tucked a pillow beneath Rivera’s head and eased him into a more comfortable position before draping the thick, heavy comforter he liked over his sleeping form. Gus took up position in the nearby chair, making himself as comfortable as possible with a cushioning of pillows and blankets. When Rivera awoke, Gus would be there to greet him.

[vcgilante]

(   min  pechaya  wattanamontree.  cis - woman.  she / her.   )   ⸺   🐏   greetings,  bighorns !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  her  measuring  tape  around  her  neck  we’ve  spotted  BUSSABA  'BAMBI'  SOIKHAM,  a  thirty - four  years  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  SEAMSTRESS.   according  to  our  intel,  she’s  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  three  years  and  what  we  know  about  her,  aside  from  the  fact  that  she  doesn’t  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  she's  desperately  holding  onto  a  sliver  of  hope  her  sister  is  somewhere  out  there,  there's  always  some  pop  of  color  in  her  outfit,  she  puts  up  a  front  of  positivity  to  keep  herself  sane.   doesn’t  that  make  her  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  her  so  much,  grateful  for  what  she  gives  to  our  community.

BASICS:

FULL NAME: bussaba soikham

NICKNAME: bambi

AGE: 34

DATE OF BIRTH: 11.08.1989

HOMETOWN: susanville, california

GENDER: cis-woman

SEXUALITY: bisexual

OCCUPATION: fashion designer, now a seamstress

FAMILY:

PARENTS: urassaya soikham & mongkut soikham ( deceased )

SIBLING(S): apinya soikham ( unknown )

HISTORY:

Born the eldest out of two in Susanville, California, Bussada - or as she nicknamed herself Bambi after her 'mild' obsession over the Disney movie - always knew she was destined to be more than a town's girl. Her biggest interests as far back as she can remember were film and fashion, and while she didn't have a camera around to do her own home movies, she had full access of all the wardrobes in their home. Even the most plain piece of clothing in her hands was styled to grab the eye immediately.

The older she grew the more her dreams were pulling her to Los Angeles, a city she knew she could succeed in as long as she put in the work - which she didn't mind, with a family ranch to help around, Bambi was used to working hard. Although her parents humored and allowed her to do her own thing with fabric and old clothes she never let them throw away they weren't happy when she shared what she thought would be good news of her decision to try her luck out in LA. They pictured their girls staying in town and looking after the ranch, but that wasn't something Bambi wanted. This created a rift between the once close-knit family. She didn't understand why they wouldn't approve her choice when she'd always shown a passion for fashion, and it was obvious Susanville didn't have a thing to offer for growth. The last year she spent at home before she hit eighteen was full of silent frowns or loud arguments, rarely a day with something in-between. Her only support was her younger by two years sister and her boyfriend at the time.

Leaving wasn't easy, it was hard on everyone in the family and the boy she left behind. But she had dreams and she intended on turning them into reality. With promises of frequent returns, Bambi set out toward the unknown. Settling wasn't wasn't easy at first, but after a couple of months, she met her best friend (or as she always said, sister from another mister). Becoming her friend made all the dull and uncertain days brighter, and she can't deny how much help she was when it came to putting her name in the business. Everything was going the way she wanted, and she did keep her word on returning home often. Her little sister was still number one in her life, even though her parents had no problem showcasing their disapproval every time she went to visit.

When she was twenty-four, her sister finally decided to take the leap like her sister and follow her to LA, which sent Bambi over the moon! The Soikham sisters were coming to LA, hold on tight! Obviously, none of it was easy on their parents, but they knew just like her older sister they couldn't stop her. The plan was easy, Bambi would stay for two weeks to spend time with the whole family and help out with packing, and while it was going to be bittersweet she couldn't hide her gleaming smile. Everything was smooth sailing until it wasn't. It was a quiet night in the Soikham household, everyone gathered around the TV to watch some game show when it was cut short by the news lady warning people about a virus that seemed to change people's behavior entirely. Bambi tried to brush it off as something meaningless, but as days went by she came to find out it was serious. Her father put his foot down and didn't let either of the girls leave, and truth be told both of them were too scared to do so. They had their crop and cattle, they knew how to look after the land, and all they needed was to make sure strangers and those infected they spoke about wouldn't have access to it. They worked from the early hours of the morning till ungodly hours of the night to build up and around their most valued piece of land, cutting away the outside world. For a while it was perfect, they were safe and they didn't know much about what was happening on the outside, the only person to leave if they ever needed something was their father. He told them stories of what he'd seen, and they were terrified.

Five years! Their ranch remained for five years! It wasn't much, but they found a way to survive and protect each other until one day when all hell broke loose, there was a hole around one of the walls that gave access to what Bambi can only describe as disgusting monsters, while her sister insisted they were zombies. They fought them off, somehow they did and they sealed the hole and they were okay! They thought everything was okay ...

It was hard to get a shut eye after, Bambi was too worried it'd happen again and a shiver went down her spine when she heard weird noises coming from her parent's bedroom, her sister had heard them too and both crept up the room slowly opening the door just to hear their father yell out to stay outside. He told them their mother had become one of those things and he didn't have the heart to kill her, how could he? They've been through thick and thin, the high school sweethearts everyone rooted for, he just couldn't. He told them he'd try to fight and hold her off, but they had to pack their bags with enough provisions and find a safe place because their home wasn't anymore.

Devastated, but scared, the girls listened and ran. They didn't know what to do or how to survive all on their own, but they vowed they'll always protect each other and somehow that helped Bambi see an opportunity of finding a sanctuary where the two can feel safe again. It wasn't easy navigating this new life, it wasn't just the infected, people were different too and many didn't care if what they do is right or wrong. But the two survived, day by day, fight after fight they found a way to keep going untill they finally found a quarantine zone where they remained for two years, but resources started running low and suddenly they weren't a community anymore. All hell broke loose, and one person opened their doors and ran allowing the infected full access inside and in their attempt to run Bambi and her sister got separated. She spent days, weeks, stalking around what they called home in hope of finding her, but she never did. She knew though in her heart Apinya is alive and they'll meet again so she didn't give up.

She kept going until she found another community at the university. It's been three years since her arrival, and although it wasn't just a smooth road she's happy to have some place to call home. She doesn't agree with most who wish their doors to remain shut, because she's still holding out on hope that Apinya will find her way here.

PERSONALITY:

Bambi didn't let the new world suck the life out of her. She still tries to be positive and hopes for a way for the world to return to what it used to be and she'll be with her sister again. You can tell her the world will never be the same, but she won't let anyone tell her Apinya is most likely dead, and added anyone who tried to be realistic to her short list of people she doesn't like. She's friendly and warm, choosing to believe humans are worthy of being trusted.

[tvrningout-a]

ALSO !! smooch for niko mayhaps?

first five get a lil smooch | @metrictita gets smooched by chiyo!

oh, this is weird. this is weird and uncomfortable, and chiyo absolutely hates it. she's always understood the concept of jealousy, but she's never felt it herself, never had a reason to. she's always assumed she simply isn't the type. apparently that isn't the case, though, because she can't stand the way the bartender keeps glancing over at niko.

she also can't stand that she feels this way when she doesn't have a right to. niko is her friend; no matter how she might feel for him, that's all they are to each other. chiyo tries to keep that in mind, keep her mood in check and her impulses suppressed. and anyway, his eyes are on her, aren't they? his smile and teasing are all for her, aren't they? what does she have to be jealous about?

the free drink gifted to niko further into the night makes it a lot harder to keep a level head. the beaming grin and phone number hastily scrawled upon a napkin -- oh, it makes her stomach churn, gaze falling to the counter. chiyo doesn't look at niko again until the bartender waltzes away with a skip in their step, and she's frowning when she meets his eyes. she hates this feeling, hates the fact that she can't do anything about it.

well, she can't do much.

it's her wretched heart that moves her hand, has her burying gentle fingers into raven strands and resting her palm at the base of niko's skull. chiyo hesitates then, heart pounding as her brain catches up. what the hell is she doing? she's being ridiculous.

but it's more suspicious if she stops now. at least, that's what chiyo tells herself as she pulls niko closer until his face is mere centimeters away. " y'know, i should've done this earlier. would've saved myself a little grief, " the brunette murmurs, glancing down at niko's lips and leaning forward... to kiss the tip of his nose, his cheek ( and how she grins, knowing she's surprised him; how she internally panics, fearing that her acting might not fool him anymore ).

chiyo leans back and releases niko, fixes his hair a little as she casually complains. " they've been hoverin' all night! and it's kinda rude to give you their number when you're here with somebody. they don't know what we are to each other! "

[senseiwu]

!!

The number generator likes mums, huh. The next one is Autumn!

Autumn Smith. The Master of Fire before her son, Ray.

Autumn grew up in the small village of Ignacia. She had no interest in the family trade of blacksmithing, and dreamed of moving to Ninjago City. This led to a bit of a falling out between her and her family.

It was hard living in the city by herself, but she enjoyed it; the people, the atmosphere, the things you could do... She started learning how to make things out of glass, with a particular interest in glass blowing. She made enough from that that it eventually became her only job.

She raised Ray alone in the city, since his father was already married (Autumn did not know this) and blamed Autumn for his life falling apart and wanted no part of the child's life. Autumn worked hard to afford a two bedroom apartment for them both, but rent in the city is expensive.

She swallowed her pride and accepted her family's help, moving back home when Ray was a teenager. She was greeted with open, and apologetic, arms.

She lost her arm protecting the villagers during a rogue attack on Ignacia during the Serpentine War, and I'm still deciding how her story ends, if she's still around when her son goes missing or not...

[tvrningout-archived]

@pridewon​ gets a starter bc apparently i can’t write short asks asdf

     a grin, wide and sly and not dissimilar to kuroo’s, creeps along makiko’s lips. “ don’t tell me... ” she leans in a little as if to keep their conversation quiet, as if the apartment is full of people rather than empty save for the two of them. “ you don’t know how to dance? y’know, now that i think about it, you never do join in when we’re out. ” makiko remembers plenty of times when kuroo’s laughed along with their friends’ as they’ve knocked into one another, but she can’t remember a single time when he’s actually danced with them. even just this past weekend, the sneaky cat somehow managed to avoid dancing at that mixer they got themselves roped into ( or read: makiko got roped into and roped kuroo into ) despite being stuck in a karaoke room. 

     honestly, makiko’s kind of impressed and not as surprised as she should be. if anyone can hide a secret like terrible dancing skills without anyone noticing, it’s kuroo.

     “ well, come on! let’s change that. ” maybe it’s the glass of wine she’s had, but makiko feels bold enough to stand up and offer her former captain a hand. her smile isn’t so teasing anymore ( after all, she isn’t trying to make fun of him -- not yet at least ). “ i’m told i’m a pretty good teacher. ”

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[pseudowho]

Asking the JJK Men if it's in yet

"Is it in yet?"

feat. Nanami, Toji, TrueForm!Sukuna and Higuruma

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Nanami:

Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his cock only pressed halfway in. Embraced beneath him, cuddlefucking in missionary, you tried to keep a straight face, as if you weren't about to eep! from the delicious stretch of just half in.

Without glasses on, Kento still, somehow, managed to look over his glasses at you. His voice was mild, almost conversational, as he sought clarification.

"Is it...in?"

"...yeah, is it in yet?"

Something prickled over Kento's shoulders. He scoffed, heaving a sigh and bracing himself on his elbows. He unclipped his watch in one deft movement, laying it on the pillow beside your head.

"Ask me again in one minute. Then three. Then five."

You felt a droplet of sweat run down your soul.

"...Kento, I was just fucking--"

"--no, no, I insist. One minute."

"What are you going to--"

Kento slammed his cock into you so hard, you jolted up the bed with a shriek. If his abs hadn't held you in place beneath him, you'd have hit the headboard. Shocked, groaning from the wet slaps of Kento absolutely railing you, bottoming out until you could hardly see, you couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle.

"--c-can't...can't-- haaaaah, Kento!"

Time lost all meaning. Kento braced on his elbows, dragging his cock halfway out again with a grunt, and stopping. He glowered down at you.

"Ask me again."

You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders. You swallowed, trembling in anticipation.

"Is...is it, uh...in yet--"

Kento slammed into you again, creamy white lube squelching out of you onto the bed as you muffled your cries into the pillow, swearing you could feel him in your ribs.

Kento continued this for three, five, seven, nine, eleven minutes, until you were forced to admit, begrudgingly, that he and his seed were definitely in.

Higuruma:

Hiromi's eyes fluttered open. Having just released a sinful whimper from you sinking down onto his length, his brain suddenly short-circuited in fractious self-doubt and hyper analysis. In the end, nothing he could think took precedence, apart from a dumb:

"I'm-- I'm sorry? Is it...?"

Hiromi grasped your hips, pulling his shirt up and gripping it between his teeth so he could see where you were joined in his lap. He bucked up, just once, pausing for just long enough to shiver and moan at the slick, wet velvet of you. His head tipped back again with a weary sigh.

"You know," Hiromi chastised, grasping your hips to roll you over his cock, his hands strong, confident, "I'm so fucking tired, I'd have believed you. That I wasn't in."

You smirked above him, eliciting hushed whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. Hiromi allowed you to settle into your rhythm, before he berated you again.

"But also," he bickered, "how dare you, you cheeky cow, 'is it in yet', like I don't rail you blind every night with my 'is it in yet'--

You laughed, his chastisement turned punishing as he bounced you on him with glee, comedy turned feral.

"Oooo-ooohhh fuck-- love it when you-- when you think you're being funny-- love it--" Hiromi groaned, his voice muffled, his shirt hem between his teeth again as his eyes fixated on your stretched pussy sliding down his cock. You laughed, whimpering, breathless.

"I--I am funny--"

"--yeah yeah, alright, sweetheart-- keep telling yourself that--"

Toji:

Intending to hold onto your hair just a bit, Toji instead pulled you up fully, from your hands and knees. With your back to his chest, speared upon him, you squealed. You felt the bulbous tip of him bully against your cervix, and squirmed, gasping his name.

"The fuck you mean, 'is it in yet?"?"

You groaned, regretting your decision already. Toji reached up and gently slapped your cheek, until your eyes opened, and he pointed to the mirror in front of you. You could see him smirking over your shoulder.

When he saw your eyes drift to the base of his cock, slick with your arousal, deep inside you, and angled upwards so you could see the bulging underside, he smirked again, twitching his erection once, twice, three times so you could see.

Snapping your moan in half, Toji fucked upwards once, hard.

"Is it in yet?" He mocked, his breaths heavy as he fucked, and you squealed, and he fucked, laughing.

"Is it in yet? Come on baby, tell me. Is it in yet? Is it? Shit, kid. I dunno, I need you to tell me. Is it in yet? Is it in yet?"

If only he'd stop impaling you on him for long enough for you to answer.

True!Form Sukuna:

He laughed. He actually laughed. He only stopped laughing when you, sweating with fearful uncertainty, started laughing too. Then, he grabbed your face, rough in one long-nailed hand.

"What do they teach girls these days?" Sukuna rumbled, tsk-ing, batting your cheek from side to side with his palm and the back of his hand; a cat with a mouse.

"Whatever they teach you," he sighed, with your thighs spread upon his, sat on his throne, "I will offer you the chance to be untaught."

You nodded, panting as he let go of your body, and you choked out and whimpered as you slid further and further down his lower length. You felt the heavy, thickening weight of his upper length, resting against your back.

Sukuna left you like this, hands-free, to be slowly impaled as he watched, almost bored. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, come on then," he drawled, his jaw leaned on one hand, with one finger lazily circling your clit, just to feel your cunt flutter around him, "beg me."

Your brain stuttered, your pussy so stuffed you could hardly think; "Beg--b-beg for...for what...my Lord?"

"Beg me to unteach you whatever drivel it is they taught you, that you should think it funny to ask your master 'is it in yet?'"

You didn't hesitate, babbling, one of his hands circling round to grasp you by the throat as you did. "P-please unteach me, my Lord, I was just being silly, just--just--forgive me--"

Sukuna hummed, his half-smile almost gentle as he began to lift you off him again, enjoying the way your pussy clenched around his lower cock as you choked.

"Lovely manners." He purred. You jolted, gasping as you felt the thick tip of his upper cock begin to squeeze into your ass. You saw stars, blinded by the enormity of him, made dumb by your own stupid attempt at comedy.

"Let's make sure you understand the perils of the situation you chose to place yourself in, hmm?"