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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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ah! ok, um, is it ok if i request a hc with any of the hq and bnha boys ur comfortable writing for (u can do however many u feel like :)) with an s/o who’s scared of the dark? maybe add a little something about one of them getting glow in the dark stars for y/n’s room and saying that the stars are there in the dark to protect them? idk if that’s cheesy or not lol but yeah, i’m afraid i’m a bit of a scaredy-cat myself so i rush into my room as fast as i can when turning off the lights hehe. anyways, take ur time and take care of yourself ily <33

A/N: and I'm back- im v sorry for taking so long but I'll be posting the haikyuu one in another part but thank you so much for requesting kate love u v much mwah ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ

BNHA Boys Reacting to Y/N being afraid of the dark!

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 will not hesitate to visit your room often as he could and provides light in the best of ways.

When he first found out, he deeply understood and offered to walk you on your way home when it was getting a little too late from training then he soon found himself nervously knocking your door in the middle of the night to see how you're doing.

"Hey- it's very late but are you o-okay?" He asks, a hand to the back of his neck with worried eyes as you stare at him with a smile- a little embarrassed that you were face to face with him in your sleep wear.

"Honestly, I couldn't sleep properly." You answered while he frowns, upset that you were probably up all night. With an idea lighting up in his mind, he speaks.

"I'll be back okay? Leave the door open for me. I'm just going to get something." He says with a smile while you nodded while he dashes off looking excited. You proceeded to your bed waiting for him, enjoying the light that the open door gave you. A few minutes pass and a panting Deku with multiple objects in hand. You chuckled at the sight while you let him in as he closes the door before letting a flashlight lit the room.

"What's all this?" You asked, pointing to the materials laid out on your bed while a blush creeps up on the boys cheek.

"I thought that I could make more of those light up stars to help you sleep better." Izuku says while your heart flutters at his comment.

"Let's do it then."

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 will be your night light and he'll also be the type to wait until you were asleep so he can make sure you're safe with him.

"What is it- oi stop moving around." Bakugo says while you shuffle in your sheets as your boyfriend questions your nervousness. Was it because it was your first night together? Fair enough, he hasn't known about that fear of yours but he's beginning to put the pieces all at once when he feels your grip on him tighten.

"Sheesh, it's just darkness." He says scoffing before you roll your eyes, pushing him off jokingly while you let your eyes close trying to ease the anxiety.

Seeing that you turned away from him, he sighs before pulling you to him, nudging you with his elbow.

"Look at this." He says while he sits up and you following his actions. The palm of his emits light, surprising you with the sound of a tiny explosion. He continues to hold it out in front of you, seeing the darkness of your room fade being replaced in orange tinted shadows.

"Bakugo- you don't have to do this. I'll be fine." You assured him so he doesn't overuse his quirk before classes. Although it was a small spark, you knew better than to keep him from resting.

"Stop lying. Just.. sleep. I'll be here anyways." The last bit of his sentence trailed off as if he was nervous to show his concern but sighing in defeat, you laid down slinging an arm over his waist, cuddling up on his side enjoying his warmth. You smile at him before speaking.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You bid him before closing your eyes while he sighs as well, wrapping his free arm around your shoulder watching you fall quietly.

He stares at the dirty light up stars on your room while he takes a mental note to remove them since he was always up to help you.

Once he feels how deep in slumber you were, the explosions from his hands die down while he lies with you slowly, careful to not wake you.

He looks at your sleeping state before sighing remembering that you feared this dark room. He then plants a swift kiss on your hair, looking at you once again.

"I'll be right here every day."

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 would simply let you fall asleep to his nightly stories to make sure your mind doesn't fall on the hands of fear.

"Then Bakugo taught me how to dodge the attack without using my quirk then use my agility instead!" Kirishima rants following some hand movements as you chuckle with you on his chest as he carries on. He feels how your grip has loosened compared to how it was when he first got in bed with you.

With his endless stories, he too notices how your eyes grew heavy.

"Too tired from today?" He asks softly, his hands lost in your hair making it harder to stay awake.

"Not really. I just stayed up too long cause I- got scared." He looks at you with concern, while he intertwines your hands with his.

"Scared of what babe?"

"Is it silly if I say the dark?" He blinks for a second but then he shakes his head before pulling you closer to him before landing a loving kiss to your temple.

"It's never silly, bub. Your savior is here!" He says proudly, a cheeky grin making you laugh as you hold onto him more, closing your eyes as he smiles at the sight of you. From this day onwards, it seems like he's got a new mission but this mission was way easier and more important than the rest because he'd save you thousands of times before seeing you scared to wits.

"You sure are a hero, Eiji."

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 would mindlessly offer his embrace.

After seeing how quick you were to run to your room on heavy hours of training when the sun got down, he wondered too much about you. It was either you had your own plans or maybe a certain villain was out to capture you. Both options still got him curious.

So the next day of training and learning about which weaknesses of yours could be encountered in a fight, he hears an answer from you that might have gained his interest on you more.

"I prefer to avoid fights when it's dark." You said to Momo, Shoto looks at you with raised eyebrows but he understood either way. If he had his own fears that got in his way, he's sure that yours can get in your way too. Knowing you two share the same liking to each other, he decided to step up and find a solution to lessen your fear.

So when he was right at your door, knocking lightly, he thinks if his phone provided him with the correct answers.

"Todoroki? Hi, what are you doing here?" You asked him, pulling him softly inside your room while he looks around seeing stars decorating the place. He mentally checks off one of the options seeing that you already bought some of them to ease the fear a bit.

"I overheard you with Yaoyorozu and I'm here to help with this. "

"With—"

You were cut off by the tall boy engulfing you in a sweet embrace with his chin on the crown of your head as his hands were placed on your waist as he disregards his racing heartbeat seeing that he put zero hesitation in doing the top option in his research.

"It's okay to be scared of the dark." he assures you, but your focus wasn't on his words— it was on the fact that held you this close and that he knew about your fear. You were thankful that he didn't think it was childish or pathetic but you were too busy thinking about how his first way of showing his concern was like this.

With that, you hugged him back and with his closed eyes, you two had smiles tugged on your lips.

"Thank you, Shoto."

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 lets your laugh echo through the room making you forget about all your worries.

Denki has always been charismatic when it comes to you. No matter how many jokes he threw, funny or not, you'd always smile or give him a reaction that he loves to receive but all jokes were sent aside when you mentioned your fear of darkness.

You brought up the topic when Sero had sparked up the conversation of what you hated the most and when you said yours, Kaminari was all ears and his mind began running on how to make things a little better for you. It must've been hard, he thinks. Darkness was everywhere so he had to help.

After some exhaustion from training and frustration from battling with Bakugo, he can tell how you were on edge as you went straight to your room after dinner. He knew sleeping peacefully wasn't going to be easy to accomplish today so he let his feet guide him to your room right when he finished his meal.

"Denki here!" He says while knocking. You open the door and he sees how you've wrapped yourself in a blanket, but your eyes bared no sign that you slept.

"Hey Kami, what're you doing here?" You asked him while he enters your room, pouting at how your lamp had flickering lights meaning it's energy was about to fail you. So, he walks right over to the lamp and places his hand on top of it and uses his quirk to make sure the light doesn't flicker anymore. Seeing that it was working properly again, he realizes he didn't want to leave yet.

"Oh thanks, Denki." You said smiling at him while he sits on your bed with an idea coming to his mind.

"I've got a story to tell!"

And a few minutes later, you've got yourself beside him with his arm draped on your shoulder while your laugh became too loud mixed with his making your sleepiness fade.

"Okay okay but you've got to sleep, Y/N. Don't overwork yourself tomorrow or else." He says with a chuckle while you laid down as he gets off your bed.

"Or else what Denki?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." he says, while you bid him goodnight. He comes closer to you just when you close your eyes as he gives a peck to your cheek while blushing furiously when your eyes opened at his actions. He immediately walks away muttering a quick good night as you chuckled when he sprints to the door making you turn off your lamp with a smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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dovechim · 5 years ago

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twist n’ dunk (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 3.6k

➾ part of a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon

➾ warnings: plenty of lactation, slight food play, oral (f), time skip, unprotected sex, lactation incorporated into intercourse, good old impregnation kink

➾ a/n: finally, this is my answer to how many pups they had :) that aside, im posting this to celebrate our golden boy’s birthday. happy birthday jimin, thank you for being a light in my life 🔆

“Why did you even invite them over if you were going to be so huffy about it?” You watch as your husband paces back and forth, nostrils flared and fists clenched in an attempt to control himself from mauling the two other male wolves currently sitting beside you on the couch.

Correction, sitting is far too vague of a description. More specifically, Jeongguk has his cheek on your rounded belly as his eyes remained focused on the television screen in front of him. Taehyung has one hand protectively on the other side of your belly as he tries his best to manage his game controller with the other. Meanwhile you are trashing both boys at Mario Kart.

Somehow you feel it’s because the normally competitive Jeongguk is far too distracted by the warmth of your belly to get upset about losing, and Taehyung is good naturedly letting you win. The only person who’s not having any fun whatsoever is Park Jimin.

Actually, the only reason why Jeongguk and Taehyung are here right now is because you made him invite them over, reason being that you need to spend some time with someone other than Jimin for a while. As much as you love your husband, sometimes pregnancy gets tiring and you just want an afternoon to have a break from him and his incessant worrying about his pups and just play mindless games.

So really, as jealous and fuming mad as Park Jimin is right now, your needs come first and he can’t object. He mutters that he needs the three of you out of his sight before he stalks to the kitchen and closes the door to try and make himself forget that you’re currently in close proximity of two very horny, very single male wolves.

Jeongguk’s nose twitches a little just as the round ends. He’s careful not to place too much pressure on you as he shifts his head to glance up at your breasts just above him. “Something smells sweet… are you lactating?”

At the mention of it, you look down and notice a wet patch on your shirt. Towards the late stage of your pregnancy, you began to leak every now and then, but it wouldn’t be very substantial. Just a few drops, but irritating enough to cause you to have to change your shirt.

“Oh pause, I need to get a new shirt,” you sigh as you put the controller down even though there’s no such thing as pausing in Mario Kart. Nevertheless, the two boys on the couch beside you drop their controllers obediently as well, not even taking advantage of this opportunity to win their first match.

“Jeongguk-ah, have you ever tried breast milk?” Taehyung says curiously as he glances at the wet patches on your chest. With their ultra-sensitive noses, you’re sure that they could probably smell the milk as well. It’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises what’s going on.

“Of course I haven’t,” the youngest looks as if he’s in a trance, he can’t stop himself from staring at your breasts. “When would I get the chance to? No one we know is pregnant except ______.”

You’re about to push both of them off just so you can get changed, but the fascination on their faces make you pause. Would it really be so bad if you sated their curiosity? After all, it’s not like either of them would get the opportunity to do so any time soon if not from you. It’s completely harmless.

And obviously you wouldn’t let them drink from the source; Jimin would throw a fit.

You reach under your loose shirt to pinch one nipple, feeling your finger wet with liquid before drawing it back out. Holding it in front of Jeongguk first, you glance nervously at the kitchen door.

“Just a little bit. Don’t tell Jimin.” You offer your finger to him, and the delighted youngest licks it gratefully, closing his eyes as he tries to get every single drop.

“It’s sweet, sweeter than normal milk,” his eyes open wide. “It’s thin but sweet.”

“Let me try please,” Taehyung begs from your other side, and you sigh, reaching back under your shirt to milk out a few more drops from your other nipple for him to taste. Likewise, he licks your finger gratefully.

“It’s like almond milk!” Taehyung exclaims as he glances longingly at your breasts, as if he wants more.

“Alright, that’s enough to sate your curiosity right?” You grumble as you start to push the both of them off. But then, you feel your breasts leak a little more onto your shirt, causing the wet patch to grow substantially. Usually you just let your breasts produce whatever they have and then change your shirt. But pinching and milking them this time must have stimulated a larger flow than normal.

You can feel both wolves’ rapt attention on your chest.

“Just a bit more, you’re leaking so much,” Jeongguk says with a small whine in his voice. “It’s such a shame to waste it.”

“What? I can’t let you do that, you know Jimin would rip your balls off if I let you do that,” you try to talk some sense into the youngest wolf, but all he can see is the wet patch on your chest.

Taehyung sighs and gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “He’s right. It’s all going to waste…”

Suddenly Jeongguk sits up with bright eyes. “I have an idea! Wait here please!”

His begging is so earnest that you sigh, watching him spring off from his seat and run into the kitchen. You hear Jimin’s voice as Jeongguk rummages for something in the kitchen, and then he’s back a second later with… a packet of oreos.

All you can do is stare at the youngest wolf in confusion as he rips the packet open, takes out an oreo and positions it in front of your chest.

“Noona, please. Just squirt some on my oreo.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that, I love milk and oreos,” Taehyung gasps as he reaches for a oreo and holds it in front of your other breast. “I’ll take this side, so you can do us both at the same time!”

“I’m not aiming my tits at an oreo!” You exclaim in indignation. “I’m not a cow!”

“What are you doing?” Jimin appears from the kitchen, eyeing the three of you suspiciously as if he expected something else to be happening. But upon seeing this very strange sight of Jeongguk and Taehyung holding two oreos in front of your chest, the alpha wolf is visibly confused.

“We’re out of milk in the house, and we wanted some oreos,” Jeongguk says innocently. “Noona offered to help us out.”

Jimin’s gaze hardens as he turns to you. “You did?”

Your jaw drops at how easily Jeongguk just threw you under the bus just to stay in his alpha’s good books. But you’re thankful that when Jimin’s alpha side is angered, his more rational brain is hindered so he’s still trying to figure out the meaning of “help us out”. It takes him a while to arrive at the right conclusion.

“How would you even do that? You don’t mean…” his eyes finally drop to the front of your soaked shirt, and then he realises. “Are you… are you lactating?”

His eyes seem to grow a few shades darker as he takes in this new piece of knowledge. The two younger wolves visibly cower before Jimin.

“It-it was just so sweet and I thought it’d go well with oreos…” Jeongguk’s small voice pleads for leniency, but Taehyung elbows him hard in the ribs to shut up and stop making things worse.

“You tasted her already?” Jimin questions, his eyes shifting to Jeongguk and a low growl starting up in his chest.

“N-not straight from me obviously,” you laugh nervously as Jimin’s expression grows darker and darker. “I just collected some on my finger and…”

“Get out. Both of you.” Jimin’s tone brooks no arguments, and neither do the two wolves protest.

They nearly trip over each other in their haste to get to the door, and meanwhile you peel your sticky and wet shirt away from you in discomfort. Under his watchful gaze, you don’t dare to say a single word as you wait for your alpha to punish you as he deems fit.

“You let them taste you before me?” His tone of disbelief only adds to the undercurrent of fear that shoots down your spine. You should have realised this was a bad idea right from the beginning when Jimin was shooting you jealous looks.

“You never let me taste you before,” his anger dwindles down into a pitiful whine, and your heart softens.

“I’m sorry baby- I just…” You struggle to find the words that would appease both the human and alpha side of him.

But Jimin has long ago decided what he wants, and he kneels down in between your legs. “Since they tasted something of mine, I want to have something they’ll never have a chance to taste.”

His hands are on your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. The scent of you immediately makes him salivate, though you’re not quite that wet yet. He starts by kissing your inner thighs, and the way he looks up at you over your rounded belly, eyes filled with hunger and need, is enough to make your breasts ache for his touch too.

You can feel your nipples leak a little more liquid, and you whine to draw his attention to them. You desperately want to feel his hands on your breasts, let him clean you up with his tongue.

“Nowyou want me?” Jimin watches as you desperately cup your own breasts as if to offer them to him. “Why should I get sloppy seconds? Why not get Jeongguk and Taehyung to suck on those for you?”

“No! Only want you,” you gasp as you pull your shirt up to expose your leaking nipples to him. The sight of you, round and full with his pups and leaking milk profusely, desperately whining his name is exactly the ego boost Jimin needs.

Without you realising, your thighs are now slick with arousal. Jimin pretends to ignore the agony you’re in and licks at your inner thighs instead, making his way toward your clit as he feasts on your pussy the way he likes it- messy, noisy till your arousal coats his chin. He spares you no mercy as he laves your clit with flat licks, two fingers gently spreading your lips and penetrating you shallowly.

You’re so close to your orgasm that you can feel it, but it’s not enough. You need to feel his mouth on your nipples, sucking the milk meant for his pups.

Thighs twitching and cheeks flushed, you reach down to grasp one of his hands desperately, needing to feel your alpha’s touch on you. Your breaths are coming in sobs in your chest; you feel like an absolute wreck. Breast leaking milk down over your rounded belly, thighs shaking and pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jimin, please!” You cry out, squeezing his hand hard, and that makes up pause in licking your clit and glance up with questioning look on his face.

“Please what?” He prompts, continuing to rub your clit. You know you won’t be able to cum like this, not unless you feel his mouth on your breasts.

“Suck me. Want you to taste the milk meant for your pups,” you admit in a small voice, utterly ashamed for having reached such levels of desperation.

Finally satisfied, Jimin smirks in victory as he rises to his feet, bending over so that his mouth reaches your breasts but keeping two fingers buried inside your cunt. His palm is snug against your clit as he keeps it still, and when he takes one nipple into his mouth, your walls clench around him in response. A few light suckles from him is all it takes to trigger your orgasm, and Jimin only moves his hand very minimally to help you ride it out.

“Dirty girl. All it took was a few sucks and you came all over my fingers,” Jimin is still licking his lips as he squeezes your other nipple, watching droplets of milk dribble out. “You’ll feed our pups so well.”

***

“Oh fuck,” you exhale as you rummage around your bag for the one essential item you can’t do without these days. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“What happened?” Jimin turns to you in alarm. “The pups are ok. We left them at my parent’s house for the weekend, remember?”

You turn and glare at him in annoyance. Does he think you’re an idiot? “It’s not about the pups.”

“Then what?”

“I forgot my breast pump, I must have left it there,” you sigh as you check your bag again to make sure it’s really not there. “I only have one, and it’s such a long drive back…”

“I’ll just ask them to bring it over in the morning,” Jimin says as he opens the door to let the both of you in. “It’s too late now for them to drive here…”

“I know, but Jimin…” your voice trails off in a whine, and your alpha turns to look at you with concern etched all over his face. You tell yourself that he can’t possibly understand what it’s like, and it’s natural that he would be this clueless. “I’m so full, I need to pump now. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”

“Oh.” He registers your situation, and his eyes begin to dart around in a panic. “Oh my god. I um… I don’t know anyone else who might have a breast pump. Do we have a spare at home? Should I run out and get one? But all the stores are already closed and-“

By now the tightness in your breasts almost makes it feel as if they’re going to burst if you don’t pump right this second. Maybe it’s because they’re half wolf, but breastfeeding four of Jimin’s brats has ensured that your supply is higher than the normal human female. Your breasts are constantly full and leaking, and you rely on your trusty pump at least four times a day.

Your bra feels unbearably tight, so you reach to undo it, and the material is already soaked with milk. Jimin’s eyes zero in on your nipples against your shirt immediately like the horndog he is, and you can almost see him start to salivate.

Letting him taste your milk while the pups weren’t out yet was one thing, but now that his four little bastards demand every single drop you can produce, you don’t have enough to spare to fulfil his fantasies. Besides, once Jimin gets a taste of your milk, he tends to become insatiable. But now, seeing as the pups are safely at your parent’s house with enough milk to last them the weekend…

“Get over here,” you demand as you sit down on the bed, taking off your top in one smooth motion. Your breasts are heavy and warm, and dying for some relief from the pressure. Jimin looks as if it’s his lucky day as he makes a beeline for the spot beside you, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging them.

You direct his mouth onto your left nipple, already imagining the sweet relief as his lips close around them. He sucks earnestly, and as milk floods his mouth, you sigh in pleasure, the soothing rhythm of feeding along with the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around your nipple is all you’ve been waiting for.

Jimin has your full breast in his hand as he sucks greedily from you, once his mouth is full from the first few sucks, he glances up at you as if asking what you want him to do with the milk. He knows you usually store your extra milk for the pups, but…

You make eye contact with him, lips still wrapped around your nipple and cheeks rounded with your milk. Then you take pleasure in telling him something you’ve always wanted to say.

“Swallow it all.” You say, and Jimin obeys, and inwardly you do a dance of victory. How the tables have turned. All those times you gave him blowjobs and he put his thumb on your chin and asked you to swallow. Granted, you still think he got the better deal seeing as your milk tastes way better than his cum.

After a while, Jimin starts to develop a slight cramp in his neck, so he makes you lie down so he can position himself comfortably on his side, propped up by his arm as he continues to work at your breast. This act of feeding from you, the mother of his pups, has him feeling strangely vulnerable. Even though he’s no stranger to incorporating lactation into your bedroom play, something about today is different.

In fact, all these thoughts in his mind is making him hard, and involuntarily he grinds himself against your thigh.

You glance down to see the outline of his cock against his grey sweatpants, and with one arm wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him securely suckling on your breast, you reach down with the other to push down his pants and close your hand around his cock.

He mumbles a soft ‘fuck’ against your breast as you start to jerk him off, focusing your attention on his swollen head. The whole act is sinful- you feeding him milk meant for his pups while you jerk him off- but you can’t say it’s the most depraved thing you’ve ever done with Park Jimin.

Jimin detaches his lips once the flow of milk slows to a stop, and switches to the other breast. Your hand on his cock is getting him to his end far too quickly; it’s been ages since he last blew his load. The both of you have been so busy with all the pups that it was hard to get in some alone time.

“Can I ride you?” Your request comes out of nowhere, and it’s only then that Jimin notices that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together for quite some time.

“Fuck, get on my cock now,” he sits up and helps you push your skirt up, tearing your panties as you stroke his cock a few more times just to tease. “Slowly, we haven’t done this in a while.”

His warning makes you inch yourself cautiously onto his cock, feeling the stretch and burn. It’s the first time you’re feeling him inside you in a while, but your body remembers it and adjusts as you sink to his base. Jimin throws his head back and groans, hands tight around your waist as he clenches his thigh muscles in an effort not to cum.

“So fucking tight, even after you gave birth to all my pups,” he regains his composure to see how well your pussy takes his cock. “Should I keep you pregnant constantly? Hmmm? I think a round belly and tits leaking with milk is a good look on you.”

Your walls clench hard around him at the thought of it as you start to ride his cock slowly. The mention of milk has you pushing your other breast towards him, and Jimin gladly takes it into his mouth and starts to suckle once more. His hands help you to bounce gently on his cock as he continues to feed from your leaking breasts.

The harsh sucks from him are sending you closer and closer to your orgasm, but you can’t cum until he drains your breast. So Jimin works even harder to get every drop from you as he fucks into your cunt, wanting and needing you to cum first before he can seek his own pleasure.

He brings one hand up to pinch your nipple, causing a stream of milk to squirt onto his tongue as he gladly laps it all up. He continues the pressure on your breast as he milks you. “Look at you, riding my cock while I suck on your breasts. Look how fucking dirty you are. I bet you love it hmm? Love being the mother of my pups. Be a good girl and cum on my cock now so I can fill you up with even more babies.”

Jimin keeps sucking at your nipple as he reaches down to rub your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to come undone around him, his name on your lips as you walls squeeze tight around him. The warmth of your pussy contracting around him pushes Jimin over the edge as well as he spills his cum inside you. You collapse onto his chest as Jimin wraps his arms around you, still thrusting in and out to prolong his orgasm and motivated by habit to fuck his cum as deep as it can go inside you.

“How am I gonna feed your brats without thinking about just now?” You whine against his shoulder even as you feel his cock slowly slip out of you, and his thick cum starts to leak out.

“How am I gonna watch you feed them without wanting to fuck you?” Jimin muses back, his cock twitching at the thought. “You just look so fucking hot like that. They’re so lucky they get to suck on your breasts every day.”

He says this last sentence with a slight pout as he strokes through your hair.

But the feeling of his cum on your thigh makes you realise that you could easily get pregnant again this soon. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom! I’m not ready for more yet!!!”

“I’m so lucky to have you. You gave me such beautiful pups,” Jimin sighs happily, feeling as thought he is the luckiest man alive and oblivious to your annoyance as he grins like an idiot to himself. “I can’t wait for us to have more.”

#bts #ksmutclub #btsmaknaenet #bts smut #bts jimin smut #bts jimin

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callmepippin · 4 years ago

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ok so i was tagged by the lovely @lexiklecksi for the 11/11/11 tag, the rules are: answer the 11 questions she asked me, make up my own 11 questions and then tag 11 ppl to answer those (so if you want you can skip to the questions at the bottom lmao). however as a fair warning: this got Way too long probably bc im rambly today. i tried to limit the stream of consciousness but….

1. current musical obsession: Frank Ocean and related sort of neo-r&b stuff - while writing this im also discovering Childish Gambino’s “Awaken, My Love!” (and also the song Golden Brown, but not bc im listening to it but bc im learning it on both guitar and piano)

2. 3 things i always take with me:

- wallet (or at least my id)

- phone (&earphones)

- cigarettes&lighter

3. what (or who) i miss most in lockdown: i dont rly remember? im so used to the situation by now that i kind of forget to miss what i did when things were “normal”... but i guess going to bars w/ friends, and just being able to go shopping when i need smth

4. pick: either only read 1 book or only read books picked by someone else: i wouldn’t be able to only read one book for the rest of my life! so definitely the second option (esp if i can pick the person who picks the books)

5. why i found your blog/followed you and if i intend to stay: uhh you followed me and when i checked your blog i liked the vibe i guess? also you were v nice in the tags of my music stuff! also ya i like it here, so im staying for a while

6. when and why did i last cry: i genuinely dont know for sure.. the last time i specifically remember crying was my granddad’s funeral, which is three yrs ago this month, but i do know ive cried once or twice since then, i just dont remember for sure when and why.

wait i do remember, i think the last time was when i saw Richard Says Goodbye (live music and movies or books are basically the only reason i rly cry, im not an emotional crier, dont know why).

7. who holds the key to my heart: my partner of five (and a bit) years, whom i love Very Much! (although ofc my heart is not locked, i have so much love to give, just romantically i am very much taken)

8, pick one: star wars/star trek, dobby/gollum, white/black magic, flying/teleportation, time travel: past/future?

- Star Wars

- Gollum (even though i have read hp but still havent read lotr, ive read the hobbit like 4 times tho)

- i think the hard dichotomy btwn white/black magic or like light/dark and good/bad in most fiction is often v flawed bc thats not how the world works, everything is grey areas (e.g. the Jedi are not better than the Sith, both have deeply flawed philosophies). the Force (or any magic for that matter) is not inherently good or evil, it just is. nature isnt abt good or evil, isnt abt opposites but abt balance.

and especially if you work with the occult and magical, i think thats all abt walking the edge between light and dark, life and death, night and day, good and bad etc…

so to answer the question: grey magic lmao, its all abt balance

- teleportation i think, bc while flying is very cool, i think teleportation has more practical uses (although also has danger involved, such as what happens if you teleport into a space that is already occupied by a person or an object? but for the sake of argument, prolly teleportation)

- do not even get me started on time travel.. the implications of time travel to the past are…… complicated to say the least (it only works if you believe in hard determinism, which i wholly do not). so in a practical sense, def to the future (although that is also Problematic within the constraints of our four-dimensional universe/experience).

in a philosophical sense though, ignoring all the paradoxes and laws of time and space, id still pick the future (or maybe no time travel at all), bc i think the past is the past for a reason. we remember it, we learn from it, but ultimately we must leave it behind.

my philosophical problem with traveling to the future is more that you cant just. skip life. so if you travel to the future, it has to be way beyond your own life and direct influence, or youll interfere with yourself and your own future, and thats scientifically, psychologically /and/ philosophically a v bad idea all round, i think.

9. which thoughts keep me awake at night: almost never specific thoughts, but quite often anxiety abt the near future. but theres no like, lingering issues that keep me awake.

10. what id do with you if we were locked up together for 24hrs: i think i’d really like to write with you! make poetry, song lyrics, make art! bc we could rly learn from each other i think and also we could just rly pick each others brain abt mundane, important and transcendental stuff ya know?

11. ask anything: do you have concrete, long term plans for the future, maybe even backup plans? a clear vision of how the rest of your life is going to go? or are you more the type to do what makes you happy now and figure it out as you go along?

my own questions (large variation in vibes and weight, i know):

describe your favourite colour using other senses (like what sound, smell, feeling or w/e do you associate with it)

what’s the best thing that happened to you in the last week, last month and last year?

what’s the one thing/what are the things that help(s) you get up in the moring and keep putting one foot in front of the other?

are you a leftie? (warning: there is a correct answer)

do you play/have you ever played a musical instrument? (and for the sake of completeness, yes i am counting singing as well)

do you have one thing (e.g. a song, movie, book or smth else) that never fails to bring you joy?

do you have one (or more) person(s) you feel you could still hit up after ten yrs of radio silence and you’d still vibe?

what’s your favourite song lyric/line from a poem/quote? and why?

who was your first celebrity crush? (if you’ve ever had one obvsly)

what’s smth you’re looking forward to? could be specific, could be a general thing like a driver’s licence or your own apartment or w/e

this one is specifically to feed my curiosity, indulge me: why did you follow me?

congrats, you’ve managed to reach the end! again, very sorry for the rambles, thanks for sticking around. im tagging @alt-heidi, @terdiscussie, @a-soul-to-cling-to, @ontvreemd, @sarahhnghae and i guess whoever fuckin feels like it? i literally can’t think of 11 ppl on this hell site, so if i forgot you its not personal. if we’re mutuals you’re especially tagged.

#this was v fun actually #i was tagged to do this like 3 weeks ago but ya know #adhd and stuff #i actually have another one in my backlog as well #i think ill look into that as well now

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I really wouldn't mind you aiding me with some tutorials love

giffing tutorial/resources

hi anon! sorry it took me so long to answer. i figured this might be helpful for others out there who have asked me similar questions, so i’ve compiled a pretty comprehensive list of tutorials/resources. idk about others but when i was new to giffing, it took me a lot of painful effort to go around and look for resources, so i’m putting it all here to make it a little easier!

i download videos using 4k video downloader. it will download very good quality 1080p videos in .mp4 format. if you’re downloading a 4k video, make sure to change the setting option to .mkv so that you get 4k and not 1080p—for obvious reasons since you want the highest quality.

i rely on kpopexciting to get .ts files — which are basically raw, very high quality video files for live performances. they are much less grainy than .mp4 versions of live performances—which are the ones you’ll see uploaded to youtube. i’ve found that 4k videos (in .mkv) are just as good quality as .ts, but obviously you will rarely see live performances in 4k, so get .ts when you can!! you can also try to find .ts files on twitter, but you may have to do a lot of digging. i wish i could recommend you twitter accounts, but the ones i used to go to have been very inactive/taken down all their drives :( but this website is really nice and updated frequently so i would recommend it!

vapoursynth links + download. the reason you would use vapoursynth is to resize your gif, while maintaining the optimal quality of the gif. if you gif without vapoursynth (.ie only using photoshop), it will still be fine, but the image quality may be grainier. also, you will definitely need vapoursynth to gif .ts files —more will be explained in the tutorial i’ve linked below. i would recommend that you have a high processing/lots of ram/newer desktop or laptop to use vapoursynth so that 1, your computer isn’t fried and 2, your vapoursynth process will go a lot faster. i am using a 2017 macbook pro for all my work, and it runs pretty well, but my laptop still gets pretty hot so just make sure you’re not running a million things in the background while using adobe products and vapoursynth lol. i used a pretty old and beat up 2011 model macbook air back then, and i will say that yes vapoursynth worked and ran on it, but it took much longer, and basically fried the laptop’s battery (aka i had to get the battery changed twice and the laptop would die randomly) but issok it was a school borrowed laptop so i didn’t feel too bad lol. im just saying this as a precaution, to preserve the health of your electronic devices!! but don’t be afraid to use vapoursynth! you should still try it at least once.

thank you to @realstraykids for this super detailed, really nice tutorial! it includes how and where to download videos, how to gif using vapoursynth, using photoshop, comparisons, coloring, and pretty much all you need to know. 10/10 would recommend

thank you to @dreamcolouring for this lifesaver!!! the best and easiest way to blur out unwanted captions/objects in your gifs. i recommend doing this step after converting your frames to video timeline and before you do sharpening and coloring. another tip i’ll add is to feather the selection you’ve made right before you click on “add vector mask” —this will make sense once you’ve read through the tutorial. feathering it will make the blurred spot less noticeable and more subtle.

i use this generator to create gradient colored captions! copy and paste your text, then select the colors you want. generate the code, and copy it. change the settings of the text editor on your post to HTML. paste the code, preview, and voila! add elements <blockquote>,<b>,<i>, etc as needed. see more on colored captions in this tutorial by @kylos --i believe op mentioned a different and better color generator but for some reason it won’t work for me :( hopefully it works for u! basically same idea as the previous generator i mentioned.

my own mini tutorial/workflow process of making gifs. this includes working with a .ts file, vapoursynth, photoshop, coloring, watermarking, etc. and a few of my own tips below:

if you are working with an .mp4, you do not have to make any changes to the preprocessor/denoise filters/sharpening in the resizing part of vapoursynth—it doesn’t make that big of a difference if you do. but if you are working with a .ts file, definitely do make those changes,, that’s the whole reason you have vapoursynth. with an .mp4, i like to use vapoursynth to just resize, but i don’t add any additional settings. i use smart sharpen in photoshop to sharpen it, which is pretty good on it’s own (at least in photoshop 2020!).

my rule of thumb is to do add .02 seconds when i am setting frame delay. so if when you first import the frames, they are at 0.04 seconds, i usually change them to 0.06. of course, this is my personal taste—you can make all your gifs faster or slower depending on how you want em to look.

if you are on a mac, you can screen record by pressing Command+Shift+5 (it’s a shortcut to quicktime screen recording). I only screen record for things like the beyond live concert or other live streamed events. the image quality of the screen recording, in my experience, is actually pretty good. when you gif the screen recording however, you may notice that it adds extra frames that you don’t need. by that i mean duplicate frames. you could keep the duplicate frames but that just means the size of your gif is going to be much bigger (keep in mind the limit is 8mb). in order to remove those duplicates, my only solution has been to remove them manually (by holding Command while selecting), or when you are importing the video to frames, select the option to “limit to every 2 frames”—but this method will be less precise and still not as good as manually removing frames. if you remove the duplicate frames, this means you will need to set the frame delay even slower, to make up for lost frames. in my experience, fps(frames per second) and frame delay work in conjunction. so for example, if i delete every other frame because they are duplicates, but the starting frame delay is 0.02, i am now going to change it to something like 0.05 (so i added 0.03 seconds rather than my usual 0.02). if the duration length and the image dimensions of the gif are short/small, feel free to keep the duplicate frames in—i only delete duplicate frames in order to keep my gif under the 8mb limit. then, if you keep the duplicate frames in, continue with your standard frame delay preferences. now that i’m writing this im realizing this might not make a lot of sense lol.. but don’t worry about it for now and if you run into trouble w screen recorded gifs then you can come back to this for reference. again, this is only my experience recording on a mac—it may be a lot different if you use a screen recording program or are on a pc.

i don’t really use .psd templates because i like to give every gif/gifset it’s own unique coloring—so i remake the coloring every time, but if you get into a rhythm it’s pretty easy. there are a lot of nice coloring tutorials out there, too! my personal coloring adjustments in order: levels, exposure, color balance, selective color (if needed), vibrance, photo filter (if needed), color lookup (i use 2strip most often and i put it on ‘color’ blending mode). don’t forget to adjust the opacities and fills of the ‘color lookup’ adjustment layer in case it’s too strong. go back to correct each adjustment layer as needed. then, when you’re done and satisfied, group all those layers, copy the group (you can do an easy command+c), and paste it onto the next gif you’re working on for easy workflow.

if for some reason you can’t see the frames when you import your layers/video, it’s likely because your ‘timeline’ window isn’t showing up. just go to the window menu on photoshop, go to the bottom and you’ll see ‘timeline.’ make sure it has a check next to it.

i recommend watermarking your gifs because a lot of people like to repost tings these days 😠 - so make sure u got your brand on it! i keep my watermark saved to my ‘libraries’ in photoshop so it’s ready when i need it. i use the blending mode ‘overlay’ and adjust the opacity, but if you don’t want to do that you can also add a stroke/shadow to your watermark/do all sorts.

tag #nctinc for your nct creations and #jenonet for your jeno creations!!

here’s my own mini tutorial (well not much of a tutorial ig more like a work process vid?): took about ten minutes including the time to search and download the video (but i didn’t record that part i trust yall know how to do that), vapoursynth, and exporting. i hope this helps somewhat! feel free to ask more questions whenever :)

youtube

keep in mind that giffing takes a lot of patience, energy, and experience—so don’t worry if it takes you a bit to figure things out or if your gifs don’t turn out the way you want them to the first time around. we all start at the same place and all run into problems. i know giffing can sound intimidating and seem like a lot of work, but i promise, once you get into a routine, giffing is going to happen in minutes—and you’ll get beautiful gifs. have fun! 😊

#anon #answered #tut #tuts #giffing tutorial #should i make a tut/resources post on gfx? not rly sure if gfx can be taught.. it's like a lottt about personal style imo lol #hope this helps!#not just for anon but for anyone

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kuroopaisen · 4 years ago

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@kacchand (i couldn't tag your main but i wanted to make sure you saw this fdlkjfdlkj)

hello dear! i’m sorry it took me so long to respond to this dflskjfdlkfdj i decided to answer your ask in a text post so i can link my thoughts to yours more easily! also, i know i'm going to Ramble, so i wanted to be able to keep it under a cut sdlkfjd

Hi rowan!! I've just finished the final chapter of aot and I just wanted to ask your opinion on it!

(SPOILERS THAT DEPICT MY UNDERSTANDING OF THE STORY'S MEANING AHEAD. READ ONLY IF YOU'VE FINISHED THE CHAPTER)

(FR )

(THERE'S STILL TIME TO BACK OUT)

(DO IT NOW. SPOILER ALERT)

I'd also like to ask a follow up question about it, because it seems that I've come to a different concl. from many of my friends and I'm feeling dumb abt how i feel w it.

first of all (and i say this as sincerely as possible, and if i'm coming off as condesending please let me know hh), please don't feel dumb because you've come to a different conclusion :(

we all read media at different levels (i’ve been told it’s ‘not that deep’ before fdljkfsdlkj) and identify different aspects in it, so the fact that you've had a different experience to some of your friends is absolutely not a reflection on your intelligence. and if anyone's making you feel that way, drop their @. i just want to talk :) furthermore, you’re not wrong for responding to something emotionally, especially if it really... makes you uncomfortable, you know?

i'm from the PH & I've put off determining whether i'm comfy w the manga til the last chap,,,, but is it wrong that I can't shake the feeling that it's a justification of japanese expansionism and genocide? ik this manga has always been in the grey area, and that's what I love abt it! It often shows that no choice they make is absolutely good or bad, and does such a good job at showing you how each complex character came to that understanding (role of environment, etc...) but this last chapter felt too positive abt the rumbling? Like it was justified because paradis was able to advance and there wasn't much choice? idk.

that's totally valid! some of the best think pieces on the show i read mentioned that the concern with the narrative is less "is isayama a nazi sympathiser?" (he most likely isn't), but if he's a imperial japan apologist. and...

well, let's just say that my father is british, and when i was trying to say that colonisation was bad, using british india as an example, he said "well, we gave them railroads." it's... it's uncomfortable and gross and i think it encapsulates how countries with imperial pasts tend to talk about them; even if they don't officially endorse it, there's often a lot of talk about how "well colonialism was good for this country, actually--"

and if the manga felt like it was justifying japanese expansionism, then chances are it had elements that very much did point towards that. i've had a lot of trouble grappling with reiner, annie and bertolt, because they've existed in this grey area of 'victim of oppression' and 'war criminal'; and their existence raises the question of "do people who commit war crimes simply do what needs to be done?" and by victimising them it... it plays into the whole nuremberg defense of "i was just following orders". it's making you feel bad for the people committing said war crimes (and similarly with eren, and all the awful things he's done). but i'll get more into this point later dsfkjfd

i haven't read the last chapter yet (and don't worry about spoilers! i've been approaching aot from a very... specific perspective anyway, so i actually don't mind spoilers -- i read a bunch of analyses of the series before i'd even watched it hh), but... i think if it came off as too positive about, you know... an awful thing that happened, then it absolutely makes sense that you'd feel uncomfortable?

the modernisation narrative in general is one that always skeeves me out. it's one japanese imperialists use to justify the invasion of korea (and even those infamous tweets from the one account purported to be isayama talk about how the population of korea boomed under japanese imperial occupation, which... stop.)

it's also commonly invoked in cases of development. certain members of society (usually the poor), just 'had' to die for the good of the future. who gives a damn if they consent to that? they have to.

similarly, the 'we had no choice' narrative. that's... a concerning one that crops up time and again with history apologists, the argument that "oh if x country hadn't done y, then someone else would've!" or that acts of aggression were done as pre-emptive self-defence, which is so... ugh. i just. i just hate it.

It also feels really weird w the ymir and the whole loving fritz thing. i wish we got to see more of her thought process and what conclusion she came to that led her to destroying the power of the titans.

i... hate this so much. i get that abuse is complicated and victims often have multifaceted feelings towards their abusers, but... most people would focus on that in their story? the story would be about that? but instead, it's just... a thing in the history of the world and that's... icky.

also having the genesis of the titans come from a slave girl in love with her captor... there's many levels of ick to it and i highly doubt it was handled with the appropriate level of grace and sensitivity.

honestly, this might be one of the things that pissed me off the most because of how... contradictory her backstory was with That One Chapter (you know, instead of ymir crying because she wants to be free or because she’s been trapped she........ wants to see mikasa kiss eren’s decapitated head? i guess? what the fuck?)

idk...I just think that context is sometimes everything. and i understand that media can portray incorrect things,,,, and that isayama likely didn't intend for it to become a global sensation, but i guess i'm just uncomfortable w the right wing nazis getting a comfort book ahaha.

i totally get that! even if attack on titan is meant to be anti-fascists, the fact of the matter is... a lot of fascists love it. and relate to it. which is... alarming. especially given just how popular aot is worldwide.

it’s hard because before the ending, attack on titan did feel like it was more grey; i remember saying that i wouldn’t know how to feel about it until the ending because the story was either saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell”, or it was saying “the military is corrupt and war is hell, but it is necessary.”

still sorting out my thoughts, but yeah. I think i'm having a hard time understanding what they really accomplished with the rumbling and how they gave eren a sudden lelouch role and a lot of how they made it out to be a happy thing? perhaps I'm too biased to see it fully but to me it gives a "woah. eren was a hero. he saved us from destruction. those people needed to die for us to achieve this temporary peace and new start". i suppose the rumbling gave them a levelled playing ground?

OH MY GOOOOOD okay. i haven't finished code geass. but i really don't like lelouch. i mean... i think i just don't like characters that sacrifice other people for a purported 'greater good' (i could write an Essay about how much i hate erwin smith looking at him is enough to send me into an unhinged rage), but where i'm up to in the anime, i don't like the direction they're going with eren? i mean, i've never liked eren, but... that whole "martyr for the eldians" is just. ew. especially when you see several eldian characters disagree and resist him.

why does this one guy get to make choices for everyone else? because he’s sPeCiAL? fuck off

sorry for not being coherent. maybe i'm basing this too much on feelings ahaha. trust aot to finish it's scandalous run with a scandalous end.

no omg you're being perfectly coherent :( also, if anyone's making you feel bad or stupid for how you experience media, they’re... definitely not as smart as they think they are fdslskjfdlk.

i'm of that mind that, while media consumption is in part an intellectual exercise, it is inherently very emotional; narrative media tries to make us feel as much as it makes us think. that’s what stories are for, you know? intellectual analysis is well and good but what’s the point of a story if it doesn’t make you feel anything?

that's to say, i don't believe there's such thing as basing your opinion too much on feelings :') especially since it's your personal experience with a piece of media; you don't owe anyone 'objectivity' (which is always a farce when it comes to this sort of thing) or 'logical analysis', because nobody's got any right to criticise you for engaging with media the 'wrong way'.

tl;dr I feel like the mood was too celebratory abt the rumbling, and didn't entail enough on the tragedy so much that it felt like a justification for genocide and expansionism. how do you feel abt it's ending and the message it leaves? is isayama responsible to give a morally correct answer to the cycle of hatred? you're not obligated to answer! and sorry for the rambling.

hhh yeah i guess that’s the thing at the end of the day... is isayama responsible for giving a “morally correct” answer? no, but the way the ending plays out is very telling.

like armin thanking eren? mikasa’s e n t i r e character boiling down to being in love with a mass murderer no matter how poorly he’s treated her? and one could argue that kind of ending is supposed to be unsettling, supposed to hint that the cycle will just continue, but...

framing is everything. and it’s framed like a Good, Emotional Thing, Aren’t We So Grateful Eren Did All Those Awful Things

YI think I would've been fine if we got to see more of Eren's or Yif you have a different perspective on how eren is being portrayed please do share! I just felt really yucky watching armin say "thanks for murdering all those people for us" with love,,, I suppose he was trying to make eren feel better. ach maybe I'm just overreacting. idk. im dumb ahaha . i'll send this in anyway cuz I'd love to hear your take!

HHHHHHH i just hate eren and i never got him. i felt bad for him in the beginning, but he's always been too... violent for me. there was a very short period of time in season 2 where i felt bad for him, but otherwise it’s just been... ugh. the main three have always been the weakest part of the series imo, so it’s really not surprising they’re part of the reason the ending was so. bad.

and... well, that one infamous quote pretty much sums up my issue with armin. he's supposed to be the 'intelligent' one, but he's hopelessly devoted to a homicidal maniac with whom he has a very artificial, unbelievable bond with.

at the end of the day, the "thank you for becoming our monster" thing just makes it seem like attack on titan's core message is "war is horrible, but it is necessary." it feels like it's justifying massacre. and while fiction is fiction, and sometimes it's as simple as that, i think something as politically loaded as attack on titan needs to be looked at with a critical lens when discussing what it’s trying to say or what it means.

do i think it makes someone a Bad Person for liking aot or being attached to it in some way? no, because that’s dumb, and what media someone likes =/= their Moral Goodness TM. ofc trends are a thing and certain pieces of media appeal to certain types of people, but it’s a false equivalency that misses the point.

but by that same breath, nobody is wrong or stupid or has Less Valid Opinions just because what they took away from it makes them uncomfortable.

i’m sorry this is So Long i have so many thoughts about this dskljfslkj

but at the end of the day,

levi sexy

#kacchan 💕#rowan rambles #rowan watches attack on titan #attack on titan spoilers #attack on titan tw

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mayflowers07 · 6 years ago

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Class 1A as dumb things my friends have said part 2

Aoyama: I always dress nicely in the hopes that one day a jealous bitch will kill me and I can finally have the sweet release of death

Ashido: Okay idea: we learn to do the dance from White Chicks and absolutely destroy everyone at grad who’s with me?

Asui: No one is asking the real questions here. Do you think lizards have a “human brain” like we have a “lizard brain?”

Iida: What do you mean you don’t understand why you’re failing on the test you wrote that your response to the holocaust today would be “to cry and feel real sorry”

Uraraka: I cant believe we’re having a conversation over what colour our limo should be. My broke ass is quaking this is too privileged

Ojiro: YOU GUYS IM STILL AT THE MALL YOU LEFT ME HERE HOW DID YOU FORGET AN ENTIRE HUMAN BEING!!!

Kaminari: I promise I’m not an idiot! Look if I can remember all those vine quotes then I’m pretty sure I can pass chemistry

Kirishima: If two guys hang out and hug it’s not necessarily gay let’s appreciate their friendship! I mean I hope it’s gay but maybe not...

Kouda: You don’t get to pick and chose which dogs are good boys. They all are no exceptions. Chihuahuas, dalmatians, even wolves

Satou: Oh god this pop tart is crumbling faster then my will to live!!

Shouji: Everyone has a mask they hide behind in life and if mine is a mask of Danny DeVito and Pennywise the clown, then so be it

Jirou: Everyone who thinks Billie Joe Armstrong is straight can fight me behind the Wendy’s at three HE IS A BISEXUAL ICON

Sero: Bro every long hanging object is an opportunity to make a joke about making a noose out of it and when opportunity knocks I answer

Tokoyami: Okay who can light a fire asap I found all of my old cringe poems from junior high time to burn some repressed memories

Todoroki: My dream outfit is nothing. It’s me wearing nothing in the middle of Antarctica freezing to death

Hagakure: Pink is neither masculine nor feminine it transcends all we should feel blessed by its soft presence

Bakugou: HOW DID YOU SPEND 93$ AT DOLLAR STORE LAST WEEK?! WHAT 93 THINGS DID YOU BUY?!?!!

Midoriya: Our math teacher wished me good luck on the exam and I said “you too” my self hatred has now reached its new peak

Shinsou: I’m playing the game of “how many Red Bulls can I buy at once before the seven eleven guy calls the cops”

Yaoyorozu: I’m not “a pretentious jackass” for correcting you you’re just an idiot because you thought the Vietnamese war was last year

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chickensmooshit · 5 years ago

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hey sorry for sending a black market ask since u seem to get a ton of those but do u know how much pets generally go for? i paid 2 black longs from animal jam for my raven dog and i could sell 2 black longs for almost $30 so im wondering if a raven dog goes for more than $30..? you probably dont know this but im just curious as to if cs or aj is better for selling

No worries, I don’t mind, but you just have to understand I don’t always have the answers. I know about it, I have an in with the guy who ran it and made it, but I really don’t participate.

I’m also going to split this into two answers. First a long one, and then a short simple one.

As for your question, and for all that I really know, it just depends on what people want most, how much they want it, and if they can compromise.

What People Want and How Much They Want It- Just because it’s a OMGSR doesn’t always mean shit. Just because it was once a list pet also sometimes doesn’t mean shit (you still get the “list hoarding” people looking around, so despite it being gone, people do still use the terms and such). But it’s all based on what people want. For example, You might have a Sunback, but people aren’t really looking for it right now. You ask for $30, but you’re getting $10 offers of petty cash. You have a Black Advent and people are all over it. You might sell it for $60. Just depends. Things do change all the time. There’s rarely desire for anything that isn’t rare or old, so if you’re looking to get rid of a few 2016 rares, you can try your luck, but I wouldn’t expect them to go fast or get more than questions of if you would take DA points instead. If it’s not really valuable to those buying, they’re not going to buy it. The pets desired do change from time to time though, so you might just have to perfect your timing and be patient in the mean time.

Compromise - Just as an example again, and in no way are these correct values or worths of the pets, but for example, If the Purple bat dog “goes” for about $20, most likely you’re going to try and sell it for that much. However, that can be quite a lot to most people, especially to new buyers and people who really just want the bargain. Someone might appraoch you and say they’ll give you 5 dollars for it. Rip off, but you really want the money. You would get more if you stand your ground and say, $20. But you may have lost your only customer who is interested. Might come to an agreement and say just a flat $10 and the deal is sealed, or you could say $13 and throw in some other rare you could sell for a little more profit to cover the missed money you could have made. They might take you up on it, maybe give in and fork over $10 dollars or something, but that’s up to you and them.

Most people expect that when it’s down to math, if a pet is worth $40 through C$, then that’s what they’ll sell for and gain, but it doesn’t always work that way. Look at FR for example. $5 for 500 Gems. So if you’re trying to sell 500 Gems, you expect $5, right? Try just a dollar. People need incentive to buy, and they want a deal. so if you want to sell that $40 dog, you might hang a zesty price of $25 over it’s head instead. Buyers really only want an unfair deal that always benefits them in the end, and sellers are more of less just expected to take the rip off and they do. It’s not like this all the time, but it’s not very often you’ll find someone forking over $100 for a Sunback. It happens, it happened, but it’s not regular.

Also it’s really hard to go based on other websites currency with items and such. That’s something else in a completely different field. I’ll try to explain this the best I can, but it’s probabaly going to be confusing. I managed to ask my friend who runs the BM about this (hence the late response), and all this information comes directly from him; just paraphrased by myself. - On FR, someone might pay $5 for 2500 Gems. A pet on CS, might be worth 2500 Gems alone after conversions. Easily, you must think, well, $5 for that pet. No. It doesn’t work like that. That pet could easily be sold for 4 times as much gems to dollars worth, meaning, while in Gems you could get it for $5 dollars worth, you would actually make much more for selling it for real money, possibly $25. You can’t necessarily say that one site’s market is best, because failing to utilize them all is the worst mistake. A virtual object might be worth $30, but selling in one site market might get you only $5. If you can convert that into different currencys and items of value however, you might make $50 from something with $30 value. You just have to study the market entirely, but that’s a dedicated task on its own, not to mention time consuming.

(Also I know Gems weren’t the best example because they’re far more plentiful, but it was more of a notion toward just how much of unfairness has taken over and still factors in today.)

If you want the short easy answer,

CS pets do sell, but you might not always get what you want for them, and they might not always go for what others have gone for. Want flucuates, and you have to cater to it.

However if you know that something sells well and for something decent in another site’s market, you might be better off just trading through that to make the process go by faster and have more profit.

Doesn’t hurt to try, but CS Market isn’t always a guarantee.

#chickensmoothie #chicken smoothie #cs #cs black market #cs blackmarket

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alyssastarlight · 6 years ago

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Title: Sweet Like Candy to My Soul Author: Nikayla For: @gaycrouton, the Valentine’s Fic Exchange on Twitter Pairing: Mulder/Scully, MSR Set During: Season 4 cancer arc, though there’s very little acknowledgment of it Word Count: 4,900 Rating: M/NC-17

She swallows thickly and he can hear the faint smack of her lips when they part to take another breath. Suddenly he’s fascinated by those lips. Wholly immersed in their plumpness; the flush of their coloring, the shine left behind when she nervously licks along her top lip. Even more suddenly he’s consumed by a need to touch those lips, his hand reaching her face before he’s entirely realized the whim — fingers skimming along her jawline as his thumb whispers underneath the protrusion of her full bottom lip. Her mouth closes on an ‘M’ that doesn’t end up forming anything more.

A/N: I’m horrible at following prompts but I hope this will fulfill your v-day wishes regardless. The concept came to me in that place between awake and sleep and developed itself pretty much against my will and I hope that you and everyone else will like it. Happy Valentine’s Day! ATTHS!

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What a way to spend Valentine’s Day. Not that it really amounted to anything that different from how he normally spent it, with no girlfriend to speak of. But being caught in a blizzard at the tail end of a lackluster case, forced to stay holed up in a motel room when stepping foot outside ran the risk of coming back with icicles for eyelashes was still fairly low on his list of fantasy holidays. Were it not for the redhead whose room his adjoined to, he might have actually gone completely stir-crazy here, in a town he’d never have chosen to visit otherwise. But about said redhead.

On Hour 5 of their forced confinement there was a small rap at the door separating their rooms, the ravishing creature responsible inviting him in to hers to go over the field report she’d been typing away at. It was a welcome reprieve from flipping through the three different channels he’d managed to pull in, each one not much more than a snowy reflection of the blustering weather just outside.

Entering her room he was greeted by a handful of new sensations. The room was warm; probably no more than his but it had a sort of inviting air to it that his stale quarters lacked. Though that may have had more to do with the room’s inhabitant than whatever temperature she’d set her thermostat to. Second, the room smelled infinitely better. Again, something easily attributed more to his partner herself, as there were no candles, incense or the like around to have accounted for it otherwise. And then — there she was.

Casual Scully wasn’t something he got to experience very often. Even in a presumably casual setting she was still often found in a tailored jacket at the very least, if not a full-blown FBI regulation suit. Doing a very unregulated job of hugging her in ways he shouldn’t let himself take note of, but was guilty of nonetheless. But here in Nowhere, North Dakota, stuck in a crappy motel, Casual Scully had made her way out since he’d last spoken to her.

Wearing leggings and an old chopped up t-shirt, with her hair half clipped out of her face; a few wayward pieces breaking free to dance at her cheekbones, though he could hardly fault them for that. It was an indiscretion he himself had been guilty of; breaking away from propriety at times, indulging himself in sweeping the backs of his fingers along her cheek, hidden beneath a guise of either comfort or kindness — brushing a strand of hair from her face before she’s even noticed it had fallen out of line. Casual Scully made it more difficult than usual to resist staring, his gaze lingering in all kinds of ways inappropriate for interoffice partnerships. It was this fact that led him to notice her ten little red painted toes — the only sign he could see of her acknowledging the occasion.

As he surveyed the rest of the room he noted the mat set out just beyond the foot of the bed. She’d taken up yoga a number of weeks before — she’d told him as much, but this was his first actual glimpse into her new ritual. “I was just about to do some stretches,” she mentions offhandedly, before doing a much less off-handed job of whipping her t-shirt over her head, revealing a sports bra to match her workout bottoms. “Be my guest,” his voice does a terrible job at parroting her tone, sounding deeper and fuller than intended; though thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice.

Retiring to the relative safety of the table in the corner of the room, her report left open on her laptop’s screen for him, he once again took the opportunity to spend more time watching her than paying attention to the work in front of him. He looked on with a kind of silent fascination — watching her small but strong form leading itself from one stretch into the next; muscle molding beneath skin. The vision she presented proved far more enticing than words on a screen, and he indulged himself deeper into this welcome distraction.

“Mulder?” Her voice rings out, and he’s certain he’s caught; that the old pretending to read a file gag has failed him. As fate would have it, he’s safe, with her gaze still angled away from him while his has lingered both inconspicuous and yet carelessly — he’s read maybe 12 words of this file and none have been subsequent. “Can you tell me if my back is straight?” She sounds forthright yet idyllic; an odd combination given the situation, but he’s not one to question it.

“Pretty close.” He answers quick, too quick — too obvious that he hadn’t just looked up when she spoke but had been following closely along as she moved from stretch to stretch. He has no idea their names but he can recall in perfect clarity exactly how she looked in each of them.

“Can you adjust me?”

A lump threatens to overtake his throat at her request, strangling his voice before he can cover it with a cough. “Shr—uhum—Sure Scully.” Moving to join her, kneeling just beside her prone form, he’s all at once taken aback by just how small she is. Tough as nails, his Scully, and yet no bigger than a sixth grader. Her size betrays her strength, he knows. He’s witnessed it. He could even say he’s witnessing it now, as she holds herself in a plank position, muscles taut and straining but strong; powerful. He knows she could knock him out if she ever wanted to. Hell, sometimes he wishes she actually would.

“Am I close?” Once again she pulls him back from whatever internal fantasy he can’t seem to let go of; her voice holding a focused innocence his can scarcely claim.

“You tell me.” Having overcome the lump, he sounds more wanton than anticipated. “Sorry...bad joke.” Deciding it would be best to move things along quickly before she can have a reaction, he finally takes in her position from a — fleetingly — objective mind. The next stretch requires a straight back, he tells himself clinically; easy enough. A warm hand lands against her and he marvels momentarily at this new perspective. He’s touched her here almost every day and yet seeing it — seeing the way his hand almost spans her right the way across, how fair and soft she is beneath her suits, the faint smattering of freckles that decorate the area... He doesn’t realize just how long he’s fallen silent; staring, cataloging, until her voice shakes him back to reality once more. “Mulder?”

“Sorry,” he mutters absentmindedly, and moves on to the task at hand.

He’s gentle with her — not that he needs to be; but the compulsion is there all the same. He’s delicate as he maneuvers each area, setting her shoulders just so, pressing softly against her mid-back to correct the slightly convex curvature there. Reaching her lower back again he is struck just as he’d been the first time, summarily distracted from his task of righting her spine’s position; lost within the creamy expanse of Scully skin. He feels more than hears her intake of breath when his fingertips gently wander down her vertebrae, re-misaligning her upper back, requiring he correct it once again.

“Sorry.” She mimics him from before, and her voice holds a quality he somehow can’t quite pinpoint; a borderline somewhere between distraction and...something else. Continuing where he left off, he passes over her lower back, memorizing the curve without the hindrance of fabric to interrupt his mapping of her. Her spine is slightly bowed here, dipped inward from the posture she’s trying to achieve; and he realizes the only way to actually right this is to reach beneath her, palming her stomach to ease her into alignment. He leaves one hand behind to provide a counterbalance, the other bracing itself just over her navel, feeling the rigidity in her abdominal muscles as he finishes repositioning her.

“Looks good to me.” There’s no way to disguise the way his voice has lowered since he last spoke; an all too obvious indication of what touching her could do to a man. He can’t help noting how she looks to be fairing no better, with a slight tremor visible in her stance as she attempts to control her breath. “Thank you.” Her voice shakes just as perceptibly as she is; slight, but it’s there. She holds the stretch for a thirty count, and he’s made no move to leave her side even when she’s finished. She drops a knee to the mat and lets out a languished breath, then turns to sit facing him. Neither has said a word for the last minute or more, and electric molecules buzz in the air like the flurries just outside her window.

Her eyes are deadly focused on his, though his own have taken up a residence alongside his thumb for the time being. He watches diligently at the way her lip gives under the insistent pressing of his thumb; her breath a hot little cloud moistening the digit along with her lips. Growing braver or perhaps just more foolish, he moves up, to fully experience the satiny impact of her lip head on — feeling her breath shake all the while she allows him this great indulgence. And indulge he does.

“What made you take up yoga?” He asks as though he isn’t currently tracing his partner’s uniquely perfect pout. But a very unpartner-like behavior only breeds more unpartner-like conduct. She swallows again, the action parting her lips once more; though his thumb has still yet to leave their pillowy expanse, simply moving back to outlining the brim of her lower lip once more. His fingers have taken up a more serious attachment to her jawline, and he makes no indication of removing them to make this any easier on her. He can see the mix of shock dancing in her eyes — shock at what he’s doing, perhaps even shock at herself for so freely allowing what he’s doing, and shock that he’s chosen this moment to ask about her exercise habits.

She swallows again and he can feel the sensation just below his fingertips where they graze against her throat. Her lips look as though she’s going to question him. ‘Mulder what are you doing?’, ‘Mulder why are you touching me like this?’, ‘Mulder why haven��t I stopped you?’. He silently prepares himself for — he wouldn’t call it rejection, but it will certainly end up feeling that way. He’s in this just as she is; shock mixing around his mind, at his own audacity, brazenness, at her lack of rebuff until now. But she surprises him yet again — her voice coming out with what looks like a great effort to remain unaffected, but ending up sounding altogether very, very affected.

“It was suggested to me...” His Scully is stronger than any man or woman he’s ever known. Her fortitude astounds him almost daily, but no more than it does in this moment. Perhaps later he’ll tell himself it was that fortitude that spurred him on — a voiceless challenge to rattle those fortifications, push past those braces before she shores herself up impenetrably. Yes that must be the reason he finds himself tugging her closer, his hand having moved to the back of her neck before he fully realizes it; but how can anyone expect anything of him when he’s just felt the first brush of contact of her lips and his? She draws in a quick gasp of breath at the connection, which he’s almost certain amounted to little more than drawing in his exhale; CO2 invading her lungs as his tongue makes its first bid at invading her mouth.

All at once she lets him, even meets him halfway; her tongue colliding with the wet intrusion of his — a first kiss to end all others. It’s slow and soft, yet achingly erotic. This suddenly sensual creature before him never fails to surprise him. Thinking back he could argue that she’s always been sensual — wholly feminine, more beautiful than he’d allow himself to acknowledge — never wanting to reduce her to a mere sensual being, when she was that and so, so so much more; most especially to him. But the kiss — the kiss cements her in his mind as an utterly beautiful, utterly sensual woman. He’ll be hard-pressed to extract her in any other state now, with the way her hands have suddenly clutched into his t-shirt, leveraging herself closer to him; he’ll be hard-pressed indeed.

“Mulder...” his name finally makes it out, but not like he expected. It isn’t ‘Mulder what are you doing?’ it’s ‘Mulder keep doing what you’re doing or I’ll shoot you again.’ Okay maybe not exactly that, but his mind has a mind of its own now and it’s decidedly run away with him. Taken whatever it was that held him back from her for this long and blown it sky high. His hands reach for her waist and pull her in a swift, clean motion; her slight weight flying across the short distance between them until she’s in his lap, knees pressed in to the carpet and lips at a much better angle for him to kiss. She draws in another quick breath at the relocation, but seems just as appreciative to be closer now than just in arm’s reach. Her hands are in his hair and she’s flush against his chest, and she’s just as intent on keeping this going as he is.

A soft, little sound escapes her lips and goes right to his groin. A moan, you idiot — his brain tells him late. You just made Dana Scully moan with a kiss. The realization suddenly brings a smile to his lips, which makes a momentary mess of their kiss. But then she’s smiling too, as though his were infectious and she’s caught it — lock, stock, and barrel. The only cure is to kiss her deeper, drawing another mewling sound from her throat, which makes the same trek downwards just as her hips shift above him. They both feel it — the palpable inevitability of what comes next if they don’t stop this now. His heart lurches at the thought of stopping anything they’re doing right now, and she must sense it; allaying his fear in a single phrase.

“Bed now.”

Her words come out fast, almost too fast for him to register initially. He hears them late, but his body seems to have a mind of its own too; already having gathered her up, mere milliseconds from depositing her on the bed before it registers that this is what she asked for — her body receiving his with a contented sigh. Her legs wrap around his waist and he’s trapped; locked in to her embrace and he’s never felt better, safer, more accepted than he does in this moment. Scully has always accepted him, accepted his faults, his penchant for running off; she hates it but she accepts it all the same. She doesn’t seem to be hating this now though, when he rolls his hips and makes contact against her, she certainly doesn’t seem to be hating this at all.

The friction throws a wrench into their otherwise picture-perfect kiss. They have a rhythm developed already; born perhaps out of dancing around one another so close for so long — it’s instinctive. They know when the other needs a breath, and when breath is the least of their priorities. A kiss; deep, and long, is of much greater importance right now, and he’s chosen then to throw her off her game. Her fingers clench tighter into his hair, as though to steady herself — he’s caused yet another misalignment from touching her this way, and it’s his responsibility alone to fix it.

Without warning he breaks the kiss completely; her eyes fling open and her breath dislodges from her chest on a sudden outward journey. But it’s just as quickly pulled back in; his lips have only relocated — dropped to her throat to do a more than satisfactory job of kissing her there. He feels her begin to melt beneath his ministrations, turning to magma beneath his lips; molten hot and percolating at his touch. She is in sharp contrast to the rage of weather still outside; all but trapping them here, and at least partly responsible for setting this in motion.

His hands finally take initiative to do the same; moving from her waist to engulf her breasts, causing another moan to plant itself in her throat, and her teeth to bury themselves in her kiss-swollen lip to prevent it from fully surfacing. This only proves to spur him on more. He wants that moan — wants to hear it full force; feel it vibrate his very being and know he was the cause. He finds her nipples through Lycra fabric, kneads at them with his thumbs as his hips drive into hers on a soft roll; and that does it. The moan breaks free and she clutches him tighter. The moan sounds like his name and when he repeats the motion again, it is. “Mulder.”

He decides then and there his name has never sounded better, and likely never will again.

She begins to writhe beneath him, growing impatient and only more aroused the longer he takes to give her anything more than petting through material. But he isn’t quite done with it yet. One hand leaves her breast, much to her dismay. She tells him of such with an impatient whimper and an almost painful grasp of his hair. It turns to speaking when his hand moves between her legs; a supplication to God himself, and he’s almost tickled that he’s caused her to bring Him in to this.

He strokes at her clothen center — the scorch of her emanating through the layers still between them, bordering on incendiary. She writhes again and her hand joins the one still at her breast, grapples at him until he grips her tighter; a vision of desperation he will never get out of his head. He decides suddenly, to put her out of her misery. His hand slinks past elastic and cotton, and finally touches the flaming ember between her thighs. Three large fingers stoke her very core, eliciting the most beautiful moan he thinks he’s ever heard; three parts pleasure one part repose — it says finally, something more substantial.

The pads of his fingers run up and down the length of her, yet to focus on one place. For the time being it seems to be enough for her; as she lets her soft, mewling sounds leave her lips freely now, and tells him in a kind of Morse code through her tightening and loosening grip on his hair when and where it feels just right.

“Get this off.” He plucks at the perimeter of her sports bra, suddenly aware that he has still yet to see her breasts and that that simply won’t do. He sits up just enough to give her the room required to remove it but not so much as to break the connection of his hand between her legs. She seems most appreciative of that fact, and rewards him with a cross of her arms and a tug of fabric; the bra is lost beyond the bed and her breasts are finally free — her panting breath causing them to rise and fall gently, somehow making them appear even more enticing. “God Scully.” It’s the only reaction that comes to mind. Give it up to the big man, if he really is up there; if he really is responsible for these perfect, cherry-tipped breasts before him.

His hand returns to her first — molding along her flesh in a way he’d be lying if he said he never thought of doing before this moment. But as most merely imagined things are, it’s better than he ever could have predicted. She’s soft but firm under his hand; warm, welcoming flesh accepting his touch ardently. She flushes under the weight of his gaze and grasp on her — a pretty, pink tinge trailing out across her skin. But despite the blushed hue she is still his immutable partner. “Need this off you.” She grabs for his t-shirt and he’s forced to let go of her to aid in her removing of it. It’s narrowly out of sight before she’s clutching at his flesh, dragging him back down to her; to her waiting chest and lips. Her hands encircle as much of his back as she can reach, fingers press in to lines of muscle and tendon, and the nails of one hand light sparks along his scalp — actions all intended to draw him close, closer; keep him there, keep him kissing her — as if he would stop unless it were her express wish that he did.

His thumb sweeps along the side of her face, this time needing no excuse or wayward tendril to do so. She hums in contented recognition of the overt tenderness of the gesture; kisses him earnestly, matches him equal in her tenderness, as though he deserves nothing less. His heart clinches momentarily, at the thought that she could love him. That on this day of love and bad greeting cards she’d choose to receive the former from him, and return him hers in commensurate measure. He peppers kisses along her cheeks, her jaw; drawing a giggle out of her the likes of which he’s never heard. He can’t resist retracing his steps to kiss her effervescent mouth — to hold some of her laugh inside him forever, as once it entered him he would never surrender it to the harshness of the world ever again.

Her fingers trace a blazing trail down the column of his spine, ending somewhere near his mid-back as she runs out of arm length to reach any further. Diminutive, he’s reminded; and as if she senses his thoughts through some tongue convertible telepathy, she uses her strength to flip him onto his back. Her eyes sparkle — diminutive my ass, Agent Mulder. His petite, achingly pretty partner has finally knocked him on his ass; and she looks particularly proud of herself for doing so. Her hands reach for his belt and it’s game on again. No more verbose silent soliloquies written like odes unto her beauty. At least not for the moment.

With his belt gone she makes quick work of the button and zip of his jeans; extricates herself from him, much to his dismay, but it’s only in necessity to remove the garment, and drop it in a muffled denim thump onto the carpet. Her leggings are next to go; her hips wiggling side to side as she works the snug fabric down her toned, peaches and cream colored legs. He sits up swiftly before she can deal with the rest herself — he wants this privilege; wants it burned inside his very eyelids, so on every blink he gets the split-second reminder, of just what it was like to strip Dana Scully of the last of her underthings.

He sits at the edge of the bed with her fixed between his legs. He kisses the curve of her waist, drags his mouth along the path to her hip, takes her waistband into his teeth and softly snaps it against her. She laughs again, softly; and tangles a hand back into his hair. She indulges his monumental levels of patience even while she has no such monuments of her own. When he finally raises his hands to grasp and pull the fabric down her legs she lets out a sigh; something between relief and a dash of apprehension. There’s no going back now.

He kisses along her sternum but his eyes are decidedly skywards. But this time he’s not looking to the sky for intangible spacecraft hovering above — he’s looking to her. He holds her in place with the weight of his gaze alone. It says to her that this is about you, us; not just him or what lies between her legs. She dips down just enough to kiss him, with the softest kiss they’ve yet to share. The impossible pillow of her lips accepts his own in a cradle akin only to a cloud. He is truly discovering unidentified objects here; flying along with her to light the way.

Her lack of patience has finally begun to catch up with her; and she tugs at the top of his boxers, the turgid, solid length of him breaking free. His shorts have barely reached his calves before her hand has grasped the fullness of him; taking up a slow, rhythmic manipulation of flesh that leaves him burdened with a desperate sort of longing to surge up into the vise of her grip.

“Scully—” His hands take up a similar vise grip of her waist; the rest of his sentiment conveyed only through the fervor in his eyes. Now it’s her turn to put him out of his misery — when she’s in his lap again and the heat of her is engulfing him inch by solid inch. His lips find her breast as she adjusts atop him; accepts him all the more than she’s already done. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders as she works her way down, back up and down again; each time taking more until he’s buried totally inside her and never wants to come back out.

He kisses her again and swallows up her humming; the soft sounds she’s begun making as she sets out a rhythm with him. His hands hoist her gently by the hips to aid in her cadence, and pull her back down in parallel motion; sinking deeply into her waiting warmth and besetting a quiver into her pliable construction. Her rhythm starts to falter even with his helping hands, strength waning as pleasure takes a stronger hold.

“Mulder...” her bliss-racked voice beseeches him; so he rolls and moves them back up the bed, lets her take residence up below him once again, drives his hips into hers like before but this time the connection is palpable — sweaty and authentic, and he’s in rapture all the more. He looks on in fascination at his length disappearing into her — sees the flush creep back in all over now; a full body blushing and he just has to see her face. She’s grown pinker and more wanton since he’s switched their positions, enjoying her view of his form just as he is hers. They share a lust-addled smile before he’s on her again; kissing her hungrily as his hips roll and smack into hers in a delicious dizzying stroke, touching places within her that make her break the kiss to moan and wriggle before just as desperately returning to his lips for just a bit more.

His hands engulf her breasts again; thumbs thoroughly titillating her pert nipples until she’s using any leverage she has to thrust her hips downwards to meet his halfway — anything to tear more pleasure from their joining. Her sounds have been reduced to mere whimpers now; hands clutching desperately for a hold, something to keep her on the precipice, anything to feel like this just a little longer. He stops the overstimulation he’d committed to her breasts, instead focusing on a caress of her hips, her waist, the middle of her chest and even up to her throat. Whatever he can do to extend her pleasure, he’ll do it. He changes the angle of his hips slightly and she all but yelps. “Right there, Mulder—God.” His thrusts steadily hit her in just that spot and she’s quivering again — teeth chattering, nails digging in to his flesh, her voice growing higher and more desperate than he’s ever heard her. His own pleasure is fast surfacing; a wave ready to break on the rocks at any moment, barely holding back but using all his remaining strength to do so.

The inevitable is approaching; fast, and faster still. He knows she’s close but still needs something — that final push into oblivion, and he finds it with his thumb. He smooths the pad of it along her apex, unearths the diamond of nerves at her medial and rubs circles against it until she’s convulsing internally; spasming around him in the most beautiful fashion, and then he’s spilling over too — cresting white waves against the beach, her name on his lips like she were a prayer. And God, for him. She is.

#x files #msr #dana scully #fox mulder #txf fanfic #2019XFValentine #my writing #xfw #mine

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stillpartofthisworld · 7 years ago

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(hello yes its eden and im bad at prompts BUT) lup and magnus causing chaos?

Damnit Eden ily

And We Run is up on ao3

Only two people go to retrieve the Light. (This comes after almost all of them die one year battling it out with a planar-side gang over the Light. Davenport and Merle survive and take home their prize, yes, but the rest of the year is hell and the first thing their Captain says after they reform is "We are never doing that again.", which they agree to not only because of his harsh tone but because of the tears they see forming at the sides of his eyes, because of how Merle looks at all of them.)Among the seven of them, there are twenty one combinations that could form this two person team.The most destructive combination, by far, is Lup and Magnus.Davenport chooses them during Cycle 38. They've fallen into a world that's vibrant as it is corrupted, glittering nightlifes clashing with the gang violence that ends up nearly taking Taako's life during his reconnaissance mission for the light. He comes back to the Starblaster clutching his side in agony, silver dress turned red from the amount of blood coming through and it's touch and go for a while, Merle burning all his spell slots and then some to patch him up. He still manages to tell them the Light's location through clenched teeth and his fifth shot of vodka before he passes out and doesn't wake up for the next two days.Needless to say, they were itching for payback.The Light was housed in a two story warehouse located right beside the river. It's easy enough to find, and soon they're crouching behind another building, watching guards make their rounds around the area. "What's the plan?" Magnus asks, and Lup grins deviously at him as she leans in to whisper something in his ear. Meanwhile,Davenport's voice crackles through their stones of Farspeech as he presents them with their options. "You could knock a few out, take their uniforms and sneak in," he suggests. "Invisibility works too," Barry also chimes in. "An hour should be enough." A few other ideas are traded back and forth between the two men before Davenport addresses Lup and Magnus again."Lup, Mags, what do you think...?"They both realize that both Lup and Magnus have been uncharacteristically silent for the past few minutes."Don't tell me," Barry groans and puts his head in his hands. "They've ditched their stones again?"Davenport just sighs and takes a long gulp from the beer can he had set on top of the dashboard. "Well," he says, twirling his moustache thoughtfully. "Those chucklefucks aren't gonna know what hit'em."-"Here's the plan," she'd whispered. Although Magnus's wrists were bound behind him, he didn't struggle, going along with the scrappy guard that was pointing a metal baton menacingly at him. Lup was beside him too, wearing her signature smirk and flirting with her own guard who was blushing furiously, a man in glasses who looked a bit like Barry. They were escorted into the warehouse and up a flight of stairs, allowing him to get a good look at the place's layout as they walked the catwalk above. It was a vast building, light fixtures hanging from ropes tied to the roof, illuminating the ground floor that was obviously the gang's hangout-couches and other recliners littered one half of the area, while the other looked like an impromptu gym, complete with a boxing ring. Around twenty guys were loitering around, talking idly or taking time out of their very busy lives to stare at the two of them as they made it up the stairs and onto the second floor, which was really a catwalk before a room that stretched around the top of the warehouse.They're shoved in and forced to sit down on metal chairs facing each other. As they're tied down with rope Lup doesn't stop talking, whispering things in her guard's ear whenever he's in front of her that make him jump back a little, his ears burning red. Magnus looks at his own guard who's also watching the scene unfold, disgust apparent on his face. "Wish you'd gotten her, huh?" he says, but all he gets in return is a baton to the gut that probably didn't hurt as much as the guard wished it did. He makes it believable, though, bending double and letting out a grunt that catches Lup's attention."You alright there, Maggie?" she asks as the two guards leave the room. He grins at her and puts two thumbs up, although she can't see them. "Never better." he says. "But when can we-"The door opens again and the two guards are back but this time they're flanking someone-an older, much more muscular man holding a machete in one hand and a huge pipe in his mouth. He eyes the two suspiciously, a puff of smoke filling the room. "Lights," he says gruffly, and suddenly two lamps hanging on top of them turn on, flooding their vision line with harsh light. "Hey now," Lup smiles, her eyes half lidded due to the light. "Ain't this a bit too much wattage for my pretty face?" She winks at the bespectacled guard who smiles back before being nudged by his comrade. The big man grunts and twirls his machete before pointing it at Magnus's neck. "Who sent you?" he growls."Ooourselves?" he says, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally. "I mean, it could just be fate? Destiny works in mysterious ways, my friend," he says in a gravelly voice, imitating Merle. "And it would be wise to follow its path.""What does that even mean?" says Magnus's guard. "Beats me," he replies, earning him another baton hit straight to the face. This one smarts, his nose taking most of the impact and gushing blood everywhere. Lup winces at this, saying "Taako got you that shirt, dammit," before muttering something else under her breath.He feels a buzzing wave wash across him and he presses his lips together, knowing what's about to come next. "Hey fellas," she drawls, folding one leg over the other. "Why don't you answer some of our questions first?""Why the fuck'd we do that?" the big man growls, and to this Lup's grin just grows. "Oh, my man!" she shakes her head pityingly. "Shame y'all haven't discovered magic yet, really would have helped on those saving throws-""I still failed mine-""Yeah but you're a dunce, Maggie, a lovable one." He still grumbles but falls silent. "Anywho, y'all in possession of the Light? It's medium sized, glows, can do rad shit?""So we do," the big man answers and a startled gasp leaks out of him. The other two guards look at him in disbelief, but Lup just nods approvingly. "Good, good. We're in the right place, then. Where is it?""Behind this room in a safe." The big man says, his eyes growing wider with each syllable dropping out of his mouth. His pipe is on the ground, now, and Magnus eyes it over; an intricate carving weaves around the item, inlaid with gold and silver. His hand twitches."Oohh, is it? Even better," she's got on a grin that looks like the devil himself. The big man seems to have gotten over his shock and was now advancing towards her, machete ready and aimed at her neck. "You bitch!" he roars, and swings his weapon high, ready to slice off her neck. She gives him a side eye. "The correct pronunciation," she says, fire racing up her bindings. "Is witch."He swings down and she grabs the blade, hiding a wince under her grin as the fire she had conjured in her hand begins to consume the weapon. The man shrieks and lets go but not before his jacket was set alight and he goes down, rolling across the cold floor in an attempt to put the fire out. The glasses guard rushes to help his boss but is stopped when Lup intercepts him, running a finger down his cheek. "Help us get the safe?" she asks coyly, the finger closest to his cheek warm with the promise of fire and burnt skin"S-sure," he says, his voice high pitched. The other guard takes one look the scene and then at Magnus, who has easily broken out his restraints and has picked up the pipe from the ground, hmming and haawwing at the handiwork. They lock eyes and Magnus grins, stuffing the pipe in his pocket before turning to him and popping his knuckles. "You know, I think I need to thank you for my broken nose." The guard only gets out the beginning of a plea before a fist connects with his own nose, sending him sprawling to the ground unconscious. His nose, unlike Magnus's, seems to have been punched out of existence, and Lup gives him a low five as they follow the remaining guard into the room where the Light was being kept.The guard fumbles with the key but is able to unlock the door, revealing what seems to be the gang's treasury- briefcase upon briefcase are stacked up under tables, upon which rare artifacts and precious jewels lay unattended. Bags of gold and silver are propped up on one side of the room, along with a very huge safe with a dial bigger than Lup's head. The guard turns to them, terrified. "I, uh, don't know the password to this one. I'm sorry I know I work for these guys but I'm just a guard please please please don't hurt me I swear I don't know-" Lup presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. "It's ok, my dude, I got this." She pushes past him and places a hand on the safe, closing her eyes before knocking on the metal.The knock is loud, loud enough that the hum of activity downstairs stops for a moment.The guard doesn't seem to notice, though, instead focusing on the fact that the safe door was beginning to slide open, revealing one solitary glowing object-the Light. Lup casually tosses it to Magnus, who puts it carefully in his bag of Holding before proceeding to dump all the jewels in there as well, picking up a gold monocle as well for Davenport. Lup's doing her part in sacking the place as well, grabbing two briefcases before tossing a sapphire to the guard. He fumbles with it before cradling the jewel in his palms, looking up at her in confusion. "For your troubles, boychik," she says, patting his cheek. "Now, things are about to get nasty, so stay in here and leave only after it gets quiet. Mags?""Yeah?" Magnus says, tying up his bag and securing it to his back."Let's wreck this shop."They walk back onto the metal catwalk, ignoring the guard and big man that now lay passed out in the room before it. The people below haven't noticed them yet, probably used to commotion happening on the second floor. Lup clears her throat."Hey, fuckers!"Twenty heads turn to look at them. Magnus waves good naturedly, and Lup climbs up onto the railing using his shoulder. "You guys have ten seconds," she announces, pointing at the exit, "To get the fuck out. Anyone who's left is not guaranteed their life."Two guys look at each other before slinking quietly out of the warehouse, but the other eighteen just rush to grab their weapons and storm up the stairs. Lup looks back at Magnus and they share a grin. "Show time," she growls, and casts Flame Blade. The fiery sword materializes in a show of sparks and flame, making some gangsters stumble back in shock and fear. She swings the blade in a wide arc, sending out a stream of flame that break the ropes that hold the light fixtures up. They fall, smashing on the ground and pinning two unlucky guys under one of them, plunging the place into darkness.Magnus feels a hand over his eyes and he hears the telltale buzzing sound of magic before the hand is removed. He looks around, dumbfounded by the fact that he can see in the dark before he sees Lup on the railing, her flame sword gone in exchange for regular daggers she had hidden on her person. She makes quick work of the two guys nearest to the duo, slashing one on his side before kicking his comrade over the railing, sending him careening to a deep sleep. The remaining fourteen are in panic, unable to see in the dark and therefore unable to see Magnus careening towards them, punching two over the railing ("I got two!" "Come at me Maggie, I'm at four.") and delivering an uppercut to one of them, stealing his axe before he hits the floor. The axe isn't as sharp as he hopes, showing it's bluntness as he tries to cut someone in twain. The axe makes a dent in the poor man's forehead but fails to cut through, causing a death that wasn't quite as messy as he had hoped. He feels Lup's hands on his shoulders, feeling her execute a perfect flip over his head as she roundhouses a man near Magnus. They race down the stairs, kicking five gangsters down the stairs and stepping on them as they land on the ground floor. The remaining four are standing in front of the door, torches raised to see their assailants in one hand and machetes in the other.The leader of the group's scowl disappears when he sees Lup's face as they step into the light. "Hey," he says, thoroughly confused. "Weren't you at Treale last night? I stabbed the shit out of you, how are you-"Lup cuts him off, smile frozen in place even as her fists close tightly. "Were you the one who hurt my brother?" She says evenly, friendly, almost, but Magnus gets the hint and steps daintily behind her. The leader scowls again, confused. "Brother? I don't-"He's unable to finish his sentence, dissolving into screams and ash as he and his minions are swallowed by a fireball that blasts out of Lup's hands and bursts open the double doors leading out of the warehouse. The spell burns her hands and singes Magnus's sideburns but they're laughing, high fiving each other before Magnus notices her burns. He sits her down in the wreckage, wrapping her fingers in gauze and ignoring her protests to leave. ("This is your punishment for taking down more people than I did." "Oh, fuck off-ow!" "See? What did we just learn?" "...Thanks, Mags.") They leave arm in arm, laughing as they swoop up their abandoned Stones and relaying their victory. As they walk back to the Starblaster, Magnus turns to her quizzically. "Hey, why'd you spare that scrappy guy anyway?" She shrugs, eyes moving towards the sky. "I don't know," she admits, a smile forming on her face. "I couldn't just kill him, he was so cute and dorky-" "Like Barry?" He interjects, and she looks away, tips of her ears burning. "I mean, he looked a lot like him, I guess," he muses, nudging her shoulder. "You were flirting pretty heavily with the poor guy, he looked like he was about to melt.""I saw that," she says quietly, cheeks still aflame and he looks at her, puzzled before the realization hits him like a train."Holy fucking shit, you like Barry Bluejeans."She tries to silence his guffaws, jumping on his back and stuffing her bandaged hands into his mouth. He laughs and tries to talk through them, picking up speed and racing through the dark streets with Lup on his back, relishing in the cool night.(They dump the contents of their looting on the ground in the living room, presenting the pipe to Merle and the monocle to Davenport. Taako got most of the jewels, save for an ancient tome given to Lucretia and a sapphire Lup tosses to Barry nonchalantly, ignoring Magnus's smirk as he steps closer to examine her wounds.)

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thank you for asking falen tbh i love u sm and i love doing these

omg is this ask for this ask meme i literally almost posted this along with the wrong ask fml

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

more cereal than mik because.. i dont eat cereal with milk……… i love the crunch

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

as someone who lives in a tropical country is that what its called idk we dont have seasons and it never gets lower than 25 degrees so yes that would be ideal

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

hrmmmmm… i just remember the page number?? or try to lmao if i dont remember i just skim through the pages and try to recognise where i left off

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

with at least 2 packets of sugar tbh…. i dont drink coffee

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

omg story time i went 2 get my braces removed and the dentist wanted to take pics so he was like “smile with your teeth!” and i was like ok! but then he kept saying i wasnt doing it right lmao… guess whos never smiled b4… (me) so he told me 2 practice my smile lol i didnt answer the qn but ya,,, i am probably

6: do you keep plants?

i used 2 be very against plants… now theyre okay i guess i dont rly keep any

7: do you name your plants?

refer 2 6

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

art??? i havent drawn in awhile

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

no LOL

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

on my side!!!! i cant sleep on my back bc i gotta hug smth.. and my stomach is out of the qn

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

🅱️… and .. same brainwaves…. poor mans ____…. this is all from the shady hq im so sorry my other pals

12: what’s your favorite planet?

the moon for no real reason

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

hMMm, watching astro and mx perform??? and just being shady with bell lmao

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

this… question,,,..so im thinking of a bright place with white walls and translucent curtains so the light call fill the (living) room perfectly and everythings really ??? sunny and shit idk its warm… the floor’s made of (fake?) wood and theres a small kitchen bc i cant cook and idk if my friend would be able to lol.. theres 2 bed rooms both are painfully small but it works.. theres one other room with a closet for clothes… the bathroom is just a shower, sink and toilet… theres no washing machine rip and ?? thats about it poor mens life

i watchd the like we used mv again and i realized ...... that is literally where i got this imagery from thanks the rose i love a relatable band

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

heres a fact (?) from me first: it rains diamonds on one planet ?? mecury maybe?? mars??? whomst.. this isnt even a fact its ,me trying to recall shit

ok real fact: There are thousands of other planets out there. sorry lads this website doesnt wanna have fun

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

is spaghetti bolognese a pasta dish

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

im chill with my current hair colour??? bc its brown sometimes idk shitty hair

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

i asked my irl friends (group name: panic support group) and this is what they said

K: everything

E: when u were one hour late (i dont remember this happening but i do know im always late but never for an hour past me wyd)

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

goDD i dont but i sure want to

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

this is strange but every eye colour is my favourite although ppl with two or more colours in their eyes are so cool

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

its just my school bag lmao i got it 4 years ago and i take it everywhere even if the event is “small” and they ask us to bring “smaller bags” ill bring my big ass school bag anyway it looks like this (i dont have to but linking stuff is so fun)

22: are you a morning person?

technically.???its the holidays but i still manage to get up before 10 (most of the time) and … even if i have like 5 hours of sleep i manage to feel awake really easily????

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

tf i just use my phone lmao this is what ive been doing for like a month now… i could watch every vlive i havent watched yet, i could make video compilations i could practice my art but… even though im out of school im still procrastinating.. legends only

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

mmmm falens the closest to that

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

my classroom

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

white converse?? i have 2 get new ones every like 2 years since theyre also my school shoes and break easily….. other than those i have my blueblack converse too (i dont wear them as much so theyre still in one piece)

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

i dont eat bubblegum bc im always afraid ill swallow it and die and im p sure its illegal here

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset but i dont look outside enough for either

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

hm……… with jen its when she sends me asks on anon despite it being super obvious like im not a Fan when my friends send me asks on anon bc sometimes i cant tell and i get a sense of false hope but w/ jen its okay but i know its her

with bell its when they reply to my keyboard smashes with their own keyboard smashes lmao and when they just??//?? say smth cute abt their faves (lately its been sanha thank u sh)

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

ya lmao when i have 2 sleep alone and its completely dark i have half a mind 2 believe some random supernatural being is out for me

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

hmM. socks are great i always wear them bc i wear shoes almost every time i go outside… i dont have any weird socks bc im Boring but i have 3 pkmn songs and 1 gudetama socks/.. bUT I DID buy my friend those socks with individual toe pockets… it was so funny when my other friend saw it she choked on her drink and almost spat it out. we laughed so hard we hit our heads against each other i love friendship.. i have 2 wear white socks for sch bc… aesthetic? god if i know lmao….. i only ever wear ankle socks bc….. socks any higher than that? cancelled.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

listen ive never stayed up later than like 1am ok maybe 2am??? but i was working on like a project that was due the next day for school with my groupmates (friends) so does that count lmao

33: what’s your fave pastry?

bread………. sugar donuts…….. i am Aware that thats not how u spell it but wtv

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

why does this ask so many qns in 1 qn……. i had a cat?? it had pink stripes and it didnt have a name bc i dont name my stuff… even my pokemon.. and yeah i still have it except its in a big dusty bag where all my other toys are kept

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

i kinda have to use stationary for school so ya.. p often is correct… pretty pens??? i dont rly see the point whoopS!!! in exams u can only use black or blue so

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

im listening 2 day6 so like day6

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

my room isnt even my room i just go there to sleep .. the place im always at is like a study area except its open?? so everyone can see me lol and . its not messy?? if u look at it from far but the shit on the desk and shelves are so fucking messy god i need to pack those

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

aLRIGHT LADS welcome 2 megans ted talk

(skip this if ur not fond of drama)

so something (refer to the song he said suits myday) happened with jae recently and ive seen fans trying to defend him by @ing him and saying that they love him which is fine - great even! but what i dont approve is how everyone’s basically forgotten about the whole matter because they had concerts so instead of @-ing him and asking him to explain himself, they tell him what a great concert it was which is also great bc their concerts are honestly amazing. basically my pet peeve is when ppl dismiss the problematic action of some people just bc they like them.

another thing is that there were some fans who started guilting others for wanting to drop day6 completely because of what jae did and in my opinion i think it is totally cool to want to drop a group if they did smth bad like??? its ur life???? u can choose who you want to like. what is not cool is pulling out all the good things the person has ever done in their entire life and try to remind others about the positive sides of the person. yes. they’re an encouraging person, etc. but that does not cancel out the bad things they’ve done until they explain/apologise. what is infuriating is just the manner some people took it?? they literally went ahead and tweeted shit like “would your parents drop you if you did smth wrong?” and “you’re seriously gonna drop someone whos been nothing been nice because of one incident?” yes. people will and you dont have any fucking right to stop them? so dont go pulling out receipts.

another thing. its also okay to want to stan the whole group even if someone has done smth problematic. like? to me youre cool if youre able to see and acknowledge the bad shit someone has done and still stand by their side while educating them at the same time its nice to have faith in your idols. however, i wont say much when your idols dont respond and/or respond in a way that shows absolutely no remorse. its cool if you want to support them too, despite that.

tldr; dont fucking excuse someone’s behaviour/action just because youre so far up their fucking ass. dont pull out shit from before either, be it good or bad. and lastly, its okay to want to drop/continue supporting them, its your life.

i just wanted to talk about this tbh,, it was nice to see a few mydays trying to urge jae to explain the whole situation but seeing as he still hasnt and couldve it really irks me :-/

okay update its been a day and i havent really thought about this but im kinda conflicted now bc jae still hasnt talked about the song and im probably just making a big deal out of smth that will never happen again but it really doesnt sit right with me knowing that jae recommended that song to his fans and said it suited mydays?? bc looking at the lyrics... i SURE hope not... idk i have neither forgiven or forgotten but he’s okay now.? i cant stay mad at someone for that long anyway ill never forgive him 4 it though lmao petty ppl only

another thing... jae’s still an amazing person to me with all the encouraging words he says to mydays but this one incident is just soOOOOO hrm and i did go off tangent with the question as usual lol

39: what color do you wear the most?

i wear a lot of colours tbh??? but bc its rly hot out ive just been wearing the same shirt every time i leave the house and its black so

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

i dont wear jewelry rip

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

challenger deep

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

hm,, ive only ever visited this coffee shop like more than once bc the girl i used 2 like showed it to me b4 like 2 years ago and it was nice i liked their mocha frappe and its cozy i guess??? sometimes i go there with friends to study/just eat but i havent gone in awhile.., its two stories and it has an open air sitting area too i prefer sitting inside bc the sun is a big no thanks.. the ceiling is kind of like?? going downward?? like the kind iin attics???? idk man it was nice

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

u cant see shit here sorry

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

cant relate

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

yea?? sometimes i just gotta bc my brain wont shut the fuck up

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

suddenly all of the puns i know have left my mind thanks @ me

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

vegetables

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

the dark and whats basically in it???? like ghosts zombies and shit u kno the scary shit

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

i like buying albums?? theres a CD in those so it counts lmao i bought sunrise by day6

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

boxes??? like containers????

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

boxy and letting go by day6

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO THEM and oh worm

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

me: rocky.. ?????? from astro.. /?? no ive never heard of any of those and i saw the word horror so u wont hear abt those from me any time soon

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

i literally havent been outside for 2 days

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

be petty aka yesterday i changed my twitter icon from jae 2 brian bc jae’s being a child rn so hes out

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

when they ramble abt smth they like thanksk buds

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

is this the song from p!atd i have it in my playlist lmao oh i fucing hate this song i always skip it im not listening

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

idk what either of those are but bell and boxy

59: what’s your favorite myth?

idk any

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

anything that eunwoo has ever written

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

ive given eggs for karissa’s birthday b4 and i got a kermit its not stupid tho its just the closest thign i could think of

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

i drink water juice everyday every minute every hour

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

my books are all in shelves lads i just heard the fucking keys rattle im not doing this shit im logging off night

ok day 3 and im back like i said previously my books are on shelves i tried rearranging them by series b4 but my housekeeper rearrnaged them randomly the next day so i gave up

i make playlists for songs that i like, really like (i still skip them sometimes rip) and songs that my friend recommends me i have a seperate playlist for the songs i like in japanese 2

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

light blue?? like its actually p white bc its cloudy

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

m not rly

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

just. leaves maybe??

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Horror Movie

68: what’s winter like where you live?

oh winter is fucking fantastic it never gets colder than 25 degrees celsius here and if it does rain it lasts for like 10 minutes

69: what are your favorite board games?

i used to rly like snake and ladders and monopoly :-o

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

im not ready for that kinda death

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

english breakfast or earl gray??? those r like the standard right

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

ya but i never do bc i either forget to or am just 2 lazy

73: what are some of your worst habits?

being lazy + procrastinating :-D

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

okie :-o ..

they’re great ok ive talked abt them like 10 times in the span of 2 months but whatever folks

they’re super nice, kind and just all of the positive adjectives out there in the dictionary ...... they’ve helped me multiple times and they’re always there 2 lend me a listening ear (or in our case, eye lmao) idk??? im just super comfortable around them always and im honestly so thankful we became mutuals (and subsequently friends) last year!!!! i cant say a lot bc ill just get v repetitive but overall they’re an awesome friend and im glad we still communicate daily via twitter and sometimes our skype sessions even if they’re kinda awkward bc i never know when 2 talk bc im scared ill speak and theyll say smth and itll turn into a MESS which actually happened lmao

im looking forward to the day our skype sessions become super smooth and easy going!!!

75: tell us about your pets!

i have none but id die for boxys cats

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

well yeah always tbh but its not smth i have to do but more like want to do im just 2 lazy to get around doing it

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

?? i almost said lemons arent pink but i Remembered...... yellow lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

i feel like this is an Attack? okay LISTEN so story time again.

on the flight back from japan i watched the alien covenant and i couldnt even get past the scene where the baby alien was gonna kill the poor guy who ended up being locked up with the infected dude as soon as i saw the blood and the alien emerge from the guy’s back i bolted lmao

so to calm myself down nd block that memory from my mind i went ahead and watched despicable me 3.. which HONESTLY im the worst critic ever but in my humble opinion.... the movie was good????????? idk i didnt watch minions the movie though i got lazy again whooopS!

anwyay i sidetracked but im neutral im not a fan but i wouldnt go out of my way to call minions annoying?? bc they really arent? i feel like its only seen that way bc of how people make posts abt how annoying minions are even tho.. they arent??

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

my memory hates me so every specific thing my friends have ever done for me has left my mind but .

the cutest thing? everything my friends do for me

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

theyre yellow and no i didnt theyve been there ever since i could remember

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

lava cake

82: are/were you good in school?

yeah i was good in school for like the first three years and this year i just flopped so badly lmao and its my important year too oh well my exams r over and i still dont have a backup plan in mind

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

all of dance gavin dance’s albums have awesome art

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

back when i was really into 5sos i thought of getting a tally since that was their logo at that time but now no not really unless i decide to get lance’s face tattooed onto my forehead on impulse

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

im keeping up with hq, bnha and tg manga!!!!

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

idk what those r but sure

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

big hero 6

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

who wrote this whats up with these questions

i googled and.. not really?? they all look nice

89: are you close to your parents?

close enough to stand being in the same room as them but not close enough to want to initiate conversations

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

tokyo was really cool (literally) and if i ever go again id love to go with friends so we can explore more??

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

japan was supposed to be the only plan for this year but my grandad passed away so i had to go to malaysia multiple times earlier this year ik this wasnt the qn but ive already went to the planned destination tm so

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

BARELY SPRINKLES A PINCH im anti cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

um. like?? i tie the sides of my hair that cover my face back??? bc i dont like hair in my face

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

bell

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

hopefully something useful

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i also click remind me tomorrow lmao

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

infp-t, capricorn, hufflepuff (same as falen nd jen yay)

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

uh ive never been hiking and i dont plan on it sorry body

99: list some five (or id never shut up) songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

currently......

when you love someone - day6

like we used to - the rose

crazy sexy cool - astro

death of a strawberry - dance gavin dance

if it means a lot to you - a day to remember

idk if these actually “resonate to my soul” they just sound nice

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

oh worm.. i wouldnt miind either???

i know i have 2 choose but like

if i go back into the past i could be less annoying?? but the past has actually helped me be the way i am today and i think im learning to be a better person?? im definitely way better than how i was previously 5 years ago and im just grateful i was able to learn from my mistakes???

so i wouldnt go back to the past.

if its in the future i can see how ill end up and if its not good i might end up being able to change myself so i dont get my “bad end”..???? maybe or i can just see what happens in the future and i can look forward to it

itll also give me a chnace to have the most fun while i can if its not too nice

so my decision is to go to the future

thank you so much for asking falen god this got so long lmao

#if anybody read through all 100.. thank u and have a good day!!!#softshouyous #asks

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plantanarchy · 7 years ago

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do you think you could talk a little about being autistic? im wondering if i might be autistic and im still not sure bc i like pass as neurotypical rlly well so far and i thought it would help to hear about actual people's experiences. you don't have to though and im sorry if this is weird!!

This has been in my inbox for a bit, I’m sorry! But yeah, I can talk about it. Keep in mind that everyone’s experience is different and its less of a “spectrum” from mild to severe/low to high functioning and more of a complex where different people have different experiences. A lot of people use functioning labels to dismiss the experience and opinions of “high functioning” folk when it comes to being autistic because tjey “don’t seem autistic” or “aren’t like those other low functioning autistic people”, but really “function” is relative and can even change day to day… on someone’s bad days they could be totally nonverbal rocking back and forth and on good days pass better at neurotypical than I do…

Ok so, I was diagnosed with Aspergers when I was ~10. I was essentially non-verbal in school and other high stress social situations and had been since I was very very young. This was interpreted as “very shy!” despite me having severe difficulty from a young age in saying anything at all to teachers, doctors, church people, even many of my peers, etc and often feeling like i was physically unable to speak but you know… because I spoke at home and with my neighborhood friends, I wasn’t considered non-verbal at all. Or I guess selective mutism is the correct term which is something I definitely still struggle with. Like when I was in middle school, I spent a few years literally being known by my mom’s friends and by some people at school as “Meep” because thata fuckin all I could physically say when somebody tried to talk to me haha

BUT ok that got away from me, point being: i was diagnosed with Aspergers at a young age which is a diagnosis that no longer exists/has been absorbed into the greater Autism diagnosis. Aspergers was separate for a long time because it was basically used to say “these kids are high functioning and different than those low functioning non communicative kids!”. Basically because I had most of the “cool and good” autism traits, my “not as cool and kinda crippling” autism traits and needs got shoved aside and essentially ignored for a long, long time. Which I think happens to a lot of kids! Even to the point of not getting a diagnosis at all or getting a wrong diagnosis and only realizing later in life what may be going on and what was missed.

Whoops before this becomes a bitter tangent, back to my experience of autism I guess. Ok, so on top of still being selectively verbal/mute (some days are worse than others and sometimes it isn’t even directly anxiety related it’s just a mostly mute day), my other symptoms include 1) it’s almost physically painful to make eye contact with anyone 2) formal social situations are beyond me, I never know what is correct or what’s coming next and usually I survive informal social situations by cracking jokes and making weird references to shit or being obnoxious and just accepting the label of “weird ass obnoxious kid but that’s just bre” 3) usually feel like I’m just two steps away from understanding what’s going on in some social situations lol like sometimes i have good intuition, can read people, can guess at what they’re thinking and then something happens that makes me question my entire interpretation of the situation and I realize maybe I wasn’t reading them correctly the whole time!!!! It’s the social equivalent of being the only one to get a wrong answer on a math problem and frantically rechecking your work lol 4) sensory overload yayyyyy when too many things happen at once (which can be like… 2 thing), I zone out and feel like my environment is unreal or blurry (fun and cool dissociation) and I can never predict what will cause that overload or when but also a lot of people have the very dramatic “autistic child screaming from sensory overload” image in their brain and thats not always accurate… my overload results in shut down 5) also along with that, I have sensory issues such as texture, sounds, etc. Certain fabrics as a kid would legit make me cry if I touched them or if my mom made me wear them (WINDBREAKERS ARE SENSORY HELL) and that still happens lol also with stuff like… chewing sounds, shoes that touch my toes in any way, loud music/bass, etc 6) along with that and with sensory overload… stimming. Stimming is basically a self-regulatory response to overwhelming stimuli and plenty of non-autistic people also do similar things when faced with high anxiety situations. Like foot jiggling, pencil tapping, nail biting, pencil chewing, etc it’s basically a soothing compulsion and not always something many autistic people can control without great effort and that control comes at the cost of not regulating anxieties or sensory overload well. I’ve got and always have had a lot of verbal/language stims and am very reptitive in my speech and writing patterns (y'all and lad anyone???) which is kinda self soothing. I have literally always had catchphrases. When im on my own i also do rock baxk and forth and other repititive body motions, also fidgeting with objects, especially cool round objects 7) catalog all the useless info in my brain!!! I can memorize information very well (not numbers though) and when I was a kiddo that got me labelled as #gifted and I was “savant” level in reading and writing but that is less cool and fun to people than beinf a math or science savant or something. 8) anyway related to that, as evidenced by this blog, I get VERY INVESTED in certain topics/ “special interests” to the point that it eclipses all other thoughts in my brain yay!!! Which isn’t a bad thing, I mean it gets me through and also if you have “good” special interests, people think you’re smart and interesting and ask your advice about stuff lol

Symptoms I don’t have that a lot of people think of when they think of an autistic person 1) I am horrendous at math I fuckin hate it numbers are the devil!!!!!! 2) 99% of my humor is sarcasm and I can understand it and figures of speech lol though sometimes i do get it wrong if i can’t read you otherwise 3) I don’t have “zero empathy”, I can feel for the plights of others VERY strongly, and can usually see any (most) POVs if it’s explained to me

There are others probably and there are certainly autistic people who have thise traits and who have different traits than I have. There are LOADS of different ways to be autistic. But also, there’s a lot of overlap between autism and between other things like ADHD, anxiety disorders, etc! So keep that in mind. Some people are strongly anti-selfdiagnosis of autism but knowing how easy it can be for kids who don’t present 100% stereotypically to slip through the cracks, I am all for it. I pass a lot of the time as neurotypical and can do most society things ok, though I have a steep learning curve compared to others… and with passing as neurotypical comes the frequent dismissal of my opinion on autism related topics and the lack of acknowledgement that actually I often DON’T pass as neurotypical and at those times my lack of passing is interpreted as rudeness, deliberate lack of effort on my part, stubbornness, lack of intelligence, lack of professionalism, an assumption that I’m angry with someone or don’t like them, etc etc. It’s an endless, awful cycle!

And I don’t really have too much personal advice for figuring out if you’re autistic or not… I did go through a point in time where despite being diagnosed I strongly denied that I was autistic and kind of had to come back to that as a near adult and realize nope… definitely autistic. And then knowing what to do with that info once youve figured it out is just… I mean there’s not much. There are little to no resources for autistic adults, very few support groups made up of autistic people and led by autistic people, very little resources directed at autistic people themselves in general, usually the focus is on the parents or guardians and talk aboit autistic people as abstract concepts… whoops, can you tell I’m bitter haha gonna end this before I go full “mental health professionals failed me and I’m a mess” etc

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could you explain ouma's opinion on kiibo? correct me if im wrong, but ouma doesnt see kiibo as a person, and i couldnt help but have something cross my mind.. what if ouma used kiibo as the sacrifice rather than gonta? could you explain why this isnt possible or why ouma wouldnt/didnt do this? ouma values all lives of course, but do you think it would have inflicted him less to manipulate someone he doesnt consider human (plus knowing kiibos true purpose) sorry if i already sent this question

Ouma suspected that Kiibo wasconnected to the ndrv3 audience in some way, and thought of Kiibo as “strange/weird”according to his whiteboard, where he singled his picture out in a differentway from how he singled out Saihara’s picture. He knew that it was strange fora robot to be involved in the killing game at all, moreso with the whole “lastsurvivors of humanity” scenario which the remember lights were trying to forcethem to believe—after all, why would a robot be put onboard a ship meant forthe last survivors of humanity to sustain the human race?

Given all the incongruities,both about Kiibo’s backstory and his talent, Ouma was suspicious of him, and that’swhy he’s particularly hard on him sometimes. He teased him endlessly aboutbeing a robot and became noticeablybored/fed-up whenever Kiibo would talk about his memories or his past—because Oumahighly suspected those things were fake, even moreso than everyone else’sbackstories.

However, Ouma definitely couldn’tbring himself to think of Kiibo as “not a person.” Not human, perhaps, butevery bit of evidence points to the fact that no matter how hard he tried, hecouldn’t help but think of Kiibo as an individual with his own autonomy, freewill, etc. Things would have been considerably easier for him if he had beenable to think of Kiibo as an object, rather than a person—but that wouldclearly have been a lie, and Ouma knew it. I think a part of him was genuinelyfrustrated that he couldn’t think of Kiibo in those terms, despite the factthat Kiibo was so clearly sketchy, and so obviously involved somehow with theaudience watching the killing game.

Had Ouma really thought ofKiibo as “not a person” then he would’ve had no problems with disabling him orbreaking him so that he couldn’t function as an audience proxy anymore. If he’dreally ever genuinely thought of him as “just a robot” and “not alive,” thenthat wouldn’t have violated his moral code against killing at all, and he mostlikely would have done so because that would have been the safer option formaking sure no one was spying on them.

He had several opportunities todo this over the course of the game. The electric hammers that he commissionedMiu to make were more than capable of frying Kiibo, if it turns out that shesaw him as a robot rather than a person. They were programmed to work onmachines, not people. When Ouma tells them this in Chapter 5, Kiibo wondersaloud how Miu perceived him, and almost considers asking someone to try out oneof the hammers on him, but Ouma cheekily tells him that if it turns out she sawhim as a machine, then those hammers would fry his circuits pretty badly.

Given Ouma’s possession of thehammers, the remote control capable of hijacking electronic devices, and theelectric bombs capable of jamming signals, he could easily have broken Kiiboany time he wanted to. The fact that he didn’t do this despite all his teasingabout Kiibo being “just a robot” is pretty solid proof that he couldn’tactually bring himself to think like that, no matter how much it might havesimplified matters. He was suspicious of him, and Kiibo had obvious ties to theoutside world in some way or other, but he was also very obviously strugglingto become his own person, and that was something I think Ouma couldn’t help butrespect, no matter how much he wouldn’t admit to it.

The reason he didn’t use Kiiboas a sacrifice instead of Gonta is largely because Ouma didn’t go into the VRworld with a specific sacrifice in mind. He knew he would have to counter Miu’splan, and he knew he would need someone else to kill her in his place if hewanted to stay alive, but it’s obvious he didn’t have a specific person in mindat first.

It’s not until he commented aboutgoing outside to start looking around and Gonta volunteered to go with him inorder to protect him that he began talking under his breath, making commentsabout Gonta “being his bodyguard” and saying things like “If it’s Gonta, thenmaybe…” Clearly, up until the moment he knew he and Gonta could be alone whenfinding the remember light, he had no idea who would be the best person to tryand enlist into his plan.

Had Kiibo volunteered to go withhim instead, then there is a slight chance Ouma would have tried the same thingwith him. I believe there are several people he would never have tried toenlist in his plan even if he had had an opportunity to be alone with them.Saihara, for one, because he probably couldn’t have brought himself to do thatto someone he himself admits he was falling in love with. Maki, for another,since even if she watched the remember light, the chances of her cooperatingwith him for any reason were slim to none. And Miu, of course, since she wasthe one who was trying to kill him in the first place.

That meant his options for asacrificial pawn were limited to Gonta, Kiibo, Himiko, Tsumugi, and Momota.Momota is another iffy candidate in my opinion, because like Maki, he and Oumararely saw eye to eye on anything prior to Chapter 5. And the only reasonMomota was willing to cooperate with Ouma to the extent he did in Chapter 5 wasbecause he learned quite a few painful lessons about how wrong the “trusteveryone, don’t doubt your friends” mindset was that he stuck to in Chapter 4.Tsumugi, of course, might have seemed like a possible candidate to Ouma, but wethe players know she would never have gone along with it because she was theringleader. So that leaves just Gonta, Kiibo, and Himiko.

Had either Kiibo or Himiko gonealone with Ouma to find the remember light, then it’s possible he would have had to try and enlist their help. Hedidn’t particularly have a lot of time or options available to him; once theywere in the VR world, he needed to act fast in order to stop Miu’s plan. But nomatter who had gone along with him, I think it still would have pained him.Clearly he did value Kiibo’s life as an individual on the same level as everyoneelse’s; I don’t think there was any option in that scenario that would have “hurthim less” or “hurt him more.” Being forced into a situation where he had tobreak his moral code at all was painful enough.

Not only that, but I’m notentirely sure Kiibo wouldn’t have seen through what he was trying to do had hebeen the one alone with Ouma. Even if he had watched the remember light, it’sdoubtful whether Kiibo would’ve resorted to murder. Suicide, perhaps, becauseeveryone became suicidal and depressed upon knowing “the truth of the outsideworld”—but due both to Kiibo’s own personal belief in maintaining hope in thedarkest of times, as well as the audience input via his “inner voice,” I doubthe would’ve killed anyone.

Kiibo also has quite asurprising knack for understanding Ouma more instinctively than many other membersin the group. By Chapter 5 especially, Kiibo is the only one who sayspoint-blank that he doesn’t think Ouma had any reason to lie on his deathbed.His bonus mode interaction with Ouma shows that while he clearly gets fed upwith Ouma’s teasing and all the “robot discrimination,” he also recognizes itfor what it is: a bratty kid demanding attention. And he grasps the heart ofOuma’s character, too, stating that it’s not about whether Ouma is telling thetruth or lying, because either way, they’re friends and that’s what matters themost.

All of these things suggest tome that despite seeming kind of endearingly clumsy and incapable of reading themood sometimes, Kiibo is someone with a very intuitive knack for catching ontothings. If Saihara was the one who Ouma wanted to “solve” him and understandhim, Kiibo was the one who understood him more intuitively—much to Ouma’sdismay, I’m sure.

My point in the end is thatbecause Kiibo was so clearly a pawn in the grand scheme of things and alsosomeone with his own consciousness, memories, individuality, etc., there’s nodoubt that Ouma saw him as a person, even if he tried to emphasize how much he “wasn’thuman.” The situation was dire enough in Chapter 4 that if push had come toshove and Kiibo had been the most convenient option, Ouma might very well havetried to use him instead of Gonta—but I don’t think that such an option wouldhave hurt his conscience any less. Either way, he clearly thought of it asmurder. If he hadn’t, he would’ve either hijacked, disabled, or broken Kiibo,because doing so would’ve been the safer, colder, and more calculating option.

I hope this helps answer yourquestion, anon! This was a really fun ask, and gave me a lot of things to thinkabout. Thank you for asking!

#ndrv3 #drv3 #new danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #kiibo #ndrv3 spoilers //#my meta #okay to reblog #anonymous

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sessionneeds · 8 years ago

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hi!! i love your blog!! is it ok if you do my session? i have a page of space (prospit, land of fountains and frogs), knight of heart (derse, land of concerts and sirens), seer of time (derse, land of clocks and cities), mage of life (prospit, land of nature and presents), rogue of breath (derse, land of candles and horsemen), & maid of blood (prospit, land of confections and gauze). you can only pay attention to the god tier titles or something if you want i guess!! this is a lot, im sorry!! ;;

Hello! Sorry for the long wait! Honestly, I’ve answered your ask about five times not but the answer has been deleted each and every time right before I could post it. It’s been hellish so forgive me if the answers seem rushed because I have typed them too many times already.

Okay! the Page of Space creates Space! Space pertains to creation which means that this player has a significant advantage when it comes to their duty of breeding the Genesis Frog. It is the nature of their title to create creation which means that your team will likely create a healthy and suitable universe for you all! However, the Page should refrain from beginning the breeding process until they have come to realise their full potential. Keep in mind, since your session has a Page of Space, your game will likely be prolonged because generally it does take some time for these players to learn of their potential. Though keep in mind that this is not necessarily a bad thing. Now, once the Page of Space is fully realised they will have some powers to make their time easier. For example, since a Page can create Space, they can create space between themselves and a destination which would teleport them instantly. They can create speed, and similarly to Jade’s powers, they can make objects larger. If they create more space within objects then said object will expand and grow larger. However, it is unlikely that they’ll be able to shrink objects as creating space doesn’t exactly allow to take away space in order to shrink things. These powers will prove to be particularly useful in their efforts to breed the Genesis Frog on your (fantastically appropriate) planet. The Land of Fountains and Frogs (LOFAF) strikes me as a land that is home to many fountains, both hidden and in clear sight, scattered across the land. These fountains would also create habitats for the many frogs on your planet too. Searching for the correct one will be similar to searching for a needle in a haystack. However, having the ability to zip around the planet via teleportation will definitely speed up the process. The Page will be able to locate the perfect frog for breeding in no time.

The Knight of Heart is here

The Seer of Time is here and here

I once had a friend who was a Mage of Life, they are one who understands Life. Unlike Jane Crocker or potentially other Life players, the Mage of Life likely does not have the capacity to revive fallen teammates. However, the Mage of Life would make a great doctor and serve the team well when it comes to healing. Their knowledge of what a person’s Life needs in order to survive will give them the necessary knowledge to help that person heal. The Mage of Life is truly terrifying in that sense. They know what it takes to keep someone alive and recover from a fatal injury, they know how to keep someone on the edge of death, and the most effective way terminate Life. The Mage of Life knows the most effective way of ending the lives of enemies and this would give them a strategic edge. They could advise the team’s combatants on where to strike their enemy to end a fight quickly, or they could deliver the blow themselves. This player can be extremely versatile in the way they use their knowledge, whether offensively or passively. Their land quests could revolve around applying their knowledge to save a dying planet or something along the lines which would teach them not to downplay their fantastic skills.

The Rogue of Breath is one who steals and distributes freedom. Some examples of this include in the instance of a battle where they are facing a particularly tricky adversary who can travel the battlegrounds quickly and effortlessly, the Rogue could steal the freedom that allows them to move so well and give it to their team. This would rob the enemy of their advantage while allowing their team to inherit it, making them stronger. If any large enemy desires to sabotage the session by ridding it of its players, the Rogue is the best protector. By stealing the freedom from those around them, the Rogue would make their team terribly hard to catch. It would be nearly impossible to detain them and even harder to catch them. The Rogue would ensure that no adversary tries to keep them from being able to play their game. Finally, the aspect of Breath also deals with direction. This means that the Rogue will always have some sense of where to go. This sense that guides the Rogue will allow them to keep the session progressing while also indirectly distributing this direction onto the teammates who follow the Rogue’s lead. In short, the Rogue’s intuition when it comes to next steps and where to go should seldom be questioned and they will act as a great indirect leader.

Finally, the Maid of Blood provides unity. As SBURB can often create trying scenarios and leave people unhinged or even at odds with each other, the Maid will ensure that the team stays together. The Maid would have some godly skills when it comes to forging bonds with others and would remain well-liked by everyone in the session. Their title provides them with a trusting air and will cause people to feel confident in the Maid’s judgement. A single word uttered from the Maid will quell feuds among teammates and this player could even outstretch a hand to enemies. By providing unity they are able to create strong alliances able to withstand the stresses of the game and dangerous circumstances. The Maid of Blood would serve as the best director as their title allows them to see the strongest bonds among members. They could divide members into teams to carry out certain tasks according to who works well together. They would be most in-tune to the relationships between individuals and know when certain relationships were facing hardships and would be able to provide Blood in order to fix those bonds. The Maid of Blood will be the one to keep the team whole in even the most trying times which isn’t always an easy feat.

#Maid of Blood #Rogue of Breath #Knight of Heart #Seer of Time #Page of Space #Aspect #Class #Homestuck

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