#THIS CAN’T GO ON ANY LONGER AAAAAAAAA

[merakiui]

Hi!! I'm sorry if this is weird or anything but I just realized that I found your blog almost a year ago now!!! (We're about 2 weeks off from my actual first ask but shhh shhhhh same difference. almost a year)

I just thought that was really cool because it definitely hasn't felt that long was all. But it may also just be me?? Idk. I hope you've been well and enjoying twst Halloween tho!! Been eating up the Skully content I get in my notifs :-) he's so so silly I love him aaa

But yeah no !! Almost a year since I found your fics!! I thought that was really cool :D! Woo ! I went back to my first ask to confirm this btw and I think it's really funny I was all "if I send another ask I'll include an anon tag just in case" like yeah man we totally didn't send any more after that. definitely didn't happen lmao

- :3 anon

Hiiii, :3 anon!!!! 💖💖

OMG A WHOLE YEAR ALREADY??? Σ(°ロ°) it feels like it was only yesterday. I feel like 2023 went by much too quickly. >_< what even happened during that year!!!! LOL I’ll know soon enough when all of the music and social apps do their yearly reviews. :D

AAAAA but I also remember that ask!! As if we didn’t chat plenty of times after that hehe. It’s always so fun to read your asks, :3 anon!!!! And it’s a delight to see you in the inbox!!! I’m happy we can exchange ideas and thoughts!!! A very celebratory cheers for this one year!!!! May there be many more to come!!! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ thank you for being here and staying with my blog for the year!!!!

And I’m doing very well!! <3 I hope it’s the same for you. If it isn’t, I’m sending you all the good vibes in the world!! You’ve got this! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ and the Halloween event……… OMG SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! OTL even that cutie Skully…… lots of love for him hehe. Thank you for eating up the Skully content. He’s just so fun to write for and so very silly!!! It’s a Rollo situation all over again,,, this level of obsession... T^T

[ironunderstands]

AAAAAAAAA

Genuinely I feel annoying as fuck for saying this but like I can’t stand the way anybody else but me or my mutuals writes Aventio/Ratiorine 90% of the time

So, to vent my frustration, here’s a not in order at all bulleted list of stuff I absolutely despise when seeing content of them. This is not to call ppl out or anything, I just wanna rant about my preferences lol

oh and cw: mentions of slavery, nsfw, suicidal tendencies and non-con

-one or both of them being way to horny/flirty

Maybe this could work in content with an established relationship, but like, these guys don’t fuck, I’m sorry, they don’t. They are the biggest virgin losers ever regardless of if they have had sex in the past or not. Some of yall don’t get that they were acting in Penacony for the most part and Aventurine’s flirtiness didn’t have any weight behind it, he was really just messing with Ratio. I think if he were seriously trying to court Ratio, he’d probably be LESS flirty, but that’s just me. I understand why people make nsfw of them without any kinda buildup because well it’s fun, but for me personally I don’t really like it 90% of the time, however I fully get this is a me thing. I can tolerate it more in fanart bc well it’s fanart so yeah there’s not gonna be 3000k words of lore behind it, but like if I’m reading a fic and Aventio go from not even being in a relationship to having sex on a whim it just confuses me.

-yandere anything

I despise this trope already but it makes me 100000x more annoyed because holy shit neither of them would be a yandere I get it some people like this but WHYY THEMMM it doesn’t make sense. Yandere Aventurine makes me even more mad bc why the fuck would he make someone suffer like he did when he was younger???

-emotionless Ratio

Idk why half the community treats Ratio like he’s an unfeeling logic robot who’s sole goal is knowledge even when the game beats you over the head about how he’s the exact fucking opposite of that, but honestly I think this is just a symptom of the fact that a lot of ratiorine writers don’t give two fucks about him at all and he’s practically written as a plot device for Aventurine’s characterization.

-misunderstanding why Ratio is a tsundere

I’ve seen a lot of people misinterpret how and why Ratio is a tsundere towards Aventurine, citing it as if he doesn’t want to be associated with him/looks down upon him/is ashamed to like him when that’s really not true at all. Ratio respects and cares about Aventurine a hell of a lot, and he isn’t shy at all to show it when it’s necessary (see DSAIWYTBOL or the “if you can’t hold on any longer then tell me”). However, the reason he pushes away Aventurine isn’t exactly personal (although Aventurine’s closeness to him is part of the reason why).

Rather, Ratio tends to downplay his close relationships a lot, likely as a defense mechanism, as he admits himself that he isn’t good with people in one of the dialogue options with trailblazer for the express visits. Now why he is this way is a subject of speculation because Ratio rarely ever talks about himself, and the only character who actually has a voiceline on him is Aventurine himself, so it’s very hard to get an outside perspective on him. His character stories don’t really help that much either, as they are more about his personal philosophy and journey in life rather than his personality.

However, taking what Ratio says towards Aventurine at face value when he has proven the opposite (especially considering how the trope of the tsundere is kinda centered on the character in question spouting bullshit) results in people completely misunderstanding their relationship which can get REALLY annoying. Ratio doesn’t think Aventurine is an idiot in the slightest, he just worries about how his methods put himself in danger, not his capabilities.

-fast burn

You’re telling me these emotionally constipated idiots will get together easily? No. There’s a reason I write the most crazy bullshit happening to them before a confession scene and that’s because that’s the only way you can get them to confront their goddamn feelings quickly.

-slavery aus/anything like this

Self explanatory. If you have fetishized Aventurine’s past or made stuff like this please stay 1000 feet away from me at all times or block me. Thank you 🙏

-babying Aventurine

He’s one of the most competent members of the cast, but somehow people act like his breakdown scene in 2.1 is how he behaves 24/7 when that isn’t true at all. Aventurine is incredibly smart, and single-handedly clawed his way to the top. He does not need Ratio to save him. Would he appreciate Ratio’s support? Of course, and he definitely needs loving relationships in his life, but Aventurine isn’t a damsel in distress and not everything in his life is miserable and related to his trauma.

-or the horrible reverse of babying Aventurine: his trauma doesn’t exist actually and he’s perfectly fine/ they write him like it never happened

This one is rather rare and it has overlap with a few of the other points (seriously I’m gonna tweak out the next time someone writes the character who is implied to have survived sex trafficking being a person who would even dream of crossing others boundaries). Usually this happens because people treat Aventurine’s playboy mask as if it’s his actual personality and not traits he picked up to survive and succeed at his goals, and while admittedly even Aventurine is losing track of where the mask ends and he begins, some of y’all take it wayy to far even going on to unironically call him a fuckboy when he’s anything but that. The thing is, I think this happens when people erase who Kakavasha is from their minds, and act as if that side of Aventurine is a purely innocent child and all the “bad” parts of him are part of Aventurine’s mask. However, that’s not true, and Aventurine’s most admirable traits ARE Kakavasha’s. His strategicness, his intellegence, his bravery, these are all traits he possessed long before becoming Aventurine of stratagems, something which he demonstrated when he for example got his sisters neckless back, or made that bet with his first enslaver.

Aventurine’s purity and Aventurine’s capabilities are not separated between Kakavasha and Aventurine of Stratagems, both of those qualities ARE Kakavasha’s so if you are going to write him with the mask off, you have to write BOTH, not give into one or the other.

The things I tend to drop when writing him with the mask off are his false compliments and niceties, acting like he really gives a shit about the IPC’s goals, turning down the flamboyance and cockiness to reasonable levels and making him seem less like he’s playing pretend. Honestly I don’t think it’s that hard yet this is still a pitfall I see a lot of people stumbling into.

-Ratio talking like a goddamn encyclopedia

I understand he’s like that sometimes, but he also is well versed in internet lingo and seriously nobody unironically talks like that 24/7 because it’s pointless, and Ratio doesn’t use big words to seem smart, he uses them when they are necessary.

Like I’m sorry but if they are in a middle of having sex and unprompted Ratio starts talking like a biology textbook I’m closing the fic and running around my room screaming BECAUSE GOD IS IT CRINGE. Promoted it can be funny because yeah I can see him doing that but oh my god HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT I don’t even want to give an example it pisses me off that bad but trust me it’s a common phenomenon AND I HATE IT

-Aventurine trying to kill himself 24/7

He isn’t an active suicide risk every goddamn day of his life, he’s just self destructive and those are TWO DIFFERENT THINGS.

Yes, he tested if you could die in the dreamscape several times, but that’s because one of the favorable outcomes for his mission WOULD BE DYING in the dreamscape. He’s not doing this during a normal work week and even if I believe he still has suicidal tendencies, he’s not gonna throw his life away randomly or over nothing

-Ratio holds authority over Aventurine in any capacity

No, just no. Like the only other thing he might have over him is being intelligent, although they both are smart at different things so even then does it matter? Like I’m sorry but normal human with the ability to float and make imaginary constructs versus LITERAL FUCKING STONEHEART is not a fair fight on Ratio’s end. It doesn’t matter that he’s physically larger than Aventurine, muscles don’t mean shit in a sci-fi setting, especially when your opponent can just summon 3 bajillion coins to drop into your head at a whim and there’s nothing you can do about it. Not like Aventurine would ever dream of hurting him, of course, but seriously people need to stop acting like their different in stature really means anything. Even in terms of position, Aventurine probably outranks him so this false sense of authority people apply to Ratio in their relationship is confusing at best.

Hmm, well that’s all the things I remember to bitch about although I probably have more complaints. To be fair, whenever they aren’t written like incredibly smart people who are idiots hopelessly in love with one another when together I pop a blood vessel so most of these (besides THAT one) are non issues and if you have made/enjoyed these don’t feel ashamed because of my opinions. I needed to let out my inner grinch every once and awhile, so thanks for reading

[betterthanburrow]

2023 Football Schedule - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Digital Creator! OC)

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Bengals: Cooked up something real good. Stay tuned.

📺: Tonight 8 pm | NFLNetwork

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username1: i can’t wait any longer… ANNOUNCE THE SCHEDULE FOR THE SEASON!

username2: undefeated season incoming!!!

username3: WHO DEY NATION IS READY!

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yourinstagram: i’m impatiently waiting for The Benagals’ 2023 football season schedule to be posted!

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CincyProblems: we’re impatiently waiting too…

username1: i’m impatiently waiting for you to drop the hair-care routine… i’m obsessed with your hair!!!!!

username2: 😍😍😍

yourbrother: you’re dating the QB? can’t you just ask him to show you the schedule?!

↳ yourinstagram: i asked him and he said no 😵‍💫

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Bengals: Screen time is up, schedule is out 📲

Here’s to everyone who got nothing done at work today.

📺: Schedule Release l NFL Network

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youtube: imma be on DND starting September 10th

username1: BRB buying tickets to all the games

username2: WHO DEY NATION! LET’S GO!

yourinstagram: AAAAAAAAA

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Bengals: This season’s agenda.

📺: Schedule Release l NFL Network

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chido: 🧘🏿‍♂️

oh_thatsmike28: Can’t wait 😤

joeyb_9: 🔥🖤

camjuice5: 🥱

camsample: showtime

swervinirvin_: 😬😬😬

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CincyProblems: Y/FN Y/LN (Joe Burrow’s girlfriend) Instagram Stories from today after the 2023 football schedule was announced!

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username1: i want my future girlfriend to be just as excited for football season to start like Y/N!

username2: that was my reaction as well to seeing that our first game of the season is against the Browns 💀

username3: i just know Y/N and Joe gossip about the schedule after she calmed down from freaking out 😭

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Bengals: Us patiently waiting for Sept. 10th

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username1: the wait is too long 😩

username2: joe definitely was the type of kid to pick dandelions in the middle of a football game.

yourinstagram: you spelled impatiently wrong…

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yourinstagram: just updated my calendar schedule… i’m busy from September 10th until February 11th 🌀

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joeyb_9: i hope you have space on your calendar schedule for your boyfriend?

↳ yourinstagram: i’ll always make space on my calendar schedule for you ☺️

Author’s Note:

i’m publishing this Instagram AU in honor of the upcoming football season starting in a few weeks!

if you have a Instagram AU request, please send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as fast as i can!

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

[heleentje]

hi so I was walking home yesterday and I just started thinking about the loop in Moonlight where Link spent MONTHS bonding with Revali only for it to all be erased and like. on top of everything else what must that feel like??? I imagined Link turning to Revali to reference something that happened to them during that loop only to remember that this Revali was never there for that and I just aaaaaaaaa

So uh yeah.... Moonlight just. lives in my brain most of the time even though it's been months since I last read it

Oh goodness, loop 5!Revali, I have so much to say about loop 5!Revali.

Zelda may have been the one to blow up the castle, but Revali was the metaphorical dynamite that blew the plot wide open. If not for Link taking the risk to tell him and Revali encouraging him to test the parameters of the loop (for, admittedly, selfish motivations), it would have taken much longer for Link and Zelda to make any headway. There’s a reason that chapter is titled dynamite the dam on the flow.

For better and for worse, that iteration of Revali cast a very very long shadow on everything that came after. He is the reason that Link goes to seek out Revali first in the next loop and then last in the one that comes after that (because he isn’t worried about Revali’s reaction — he believes he already knows how he’ll react). 

But he’s also the reason why Link feels so betrayed by Revali’s actions in loop 7 (when Revali and Daruk fired the cannons despite Link asking them not to). He’s why Link has such a hard time forgiving Revali for it, which did loop 9!Revali (the one where Link died) absolutely no favors.

Loop 5!Revali is Link’s Lost Lenore. He’s the version of Revali he compares all other iterations to, and he can’t quite reconcile why their actions seem so different. And here’s the clincher:

Every version of Revali would have acted exactly like every other version, if placed in the same situation.

5!Revali would have done the same thing as 7!Revali would have done the same thing as 9!Revali and vice versa, because they’re all Revali. There is no difference between them. 

It took Link quite a while to fully come to terms with that (until the very last chapter, even), and it’s something that haunts Revali even beyond the end of the story. He knows there are versions of himself he doesn't remember but Link does (7 most of all). When we get to nebulas and novas, that’s definitely going to be a part of it!

(As for the scenario you imagined? Yeah, that 100% absolutely happened and it's exactly as painful as you think.)

Moonlight (every single night)

[peachysunrize]

I’d like to talk about modern!Aemond who is missing his girl because they’re apart for work or whatever and he really desperately needs her but since he can’t have her he sends her a really dirty video of him jerking off and moaning her name!

Turns out she’s equally desperate, so he gets a response in the form of a video of her fingering herself and whining about how it’s not enough and she needs him.

He drops work for the night and gets on a plane to go see her. They don’t even make it to the bed!

-😼

BESTIE OMG YESSSSSSSS

I’m thinking he records it through the mirror while he’s stroking his cock with your panties, moaning and creaming on his hand aaaaaaaaa and you can hear all the grunts and groans and the way his fist meets his hips and his cock is a mess because he’s been coming soooo much to the thought of you😩😩😩

And when you see the video you nearly lose your mind because you wish it was you instead of his hand but all you can do is fuck yourself with your fingers while recording and sending it to him, moaning and crying out his name and after you send it YOU NO LONGER GET ANY TEXTS FROM HIM BECAUSE HE IS CLEANING UP SO QUICKLY TO GET ON THE NEXT FLIGHT AND COME THERE🤭

[sureuncertainty]

i’m trying so hard to just rip the bandaid off and come out as trans to my family but IDK HOW TO PHRASE IT AND I CAN’T CALL THEM AND TELL THEM i’ve been trying to come out for literally years now and i never know how but they’re coming to visit next month and i have to tell them by then bc everyone here calls me percy and it’s kinda dumb that I haven’t told them yet at this point, like they probably KNOW ALREADY but I just can’t seem to do it I just freeze up I just can’t oh my god, at this point it’s hardly even anxiety (although that is part of it) it’s also just... FRUSTRATION at not being out and not being able to be, like I wanna change my name on social media and get my personal instagram account back, I wanna just be open, i just literally don’t know how. 

it’s been like 5 years since I realized I was nonbinary, I’ve been using the name Percy irl for like 2 years now, I’ve been not using my birth name for even longer, I live on my own away from my family and my entire community knows me as trans and I’ve put this off long enough but at this point it’s not going away and my parents probably KNOW already I just need to tell them so I can change my name on social media and not have them be like what. i just literally genuinely do not know fucking HOW like do I be casual about it? do i send them a text? Email them? I cannot do it over video chat or over phone, like I literally just Won’t if i try to, I have so much trauma from the last time i came out but THIS IS JUST RIDICULOUS AT THIS POINT I GOTTA TELL THEM HOW DO I DO THAT I’M A FUCKING ADULT AAAAAAAAA

if anyone who is an adult trans person who came out to their family late (as in after they moved out of the house completely) has any advice for me please please please help me I am begging (but only if you fit those criteria, otherwise I don’t want any advice you have i’m sorry) 

(and if anyone tries to tell me “you don’t have to come out!” or whatever, save your breath PLEASE that’s not what i’m asking at this point it’s fucking STUPID that i’m not out to them as trans and I’m TIRED OF IT I’m tired of living a stupid double life i just want to be able to be myself fully and then if people don’t like it they can get out of my life but i’m tired of not telling people)

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, STARK. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: vivian age: 31 pronouns: she/they ooc contact: StarryOtterVi @ Twt other characters in xc: zenitsu agatsuma, noe archiviste

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: stark age: 18 pronouns: he/they series: frieren: beyond journey’s end canon point: end of s1 idk manga

app triggers: mentions of child abuse, child neglect, family loss, war, insecurities

personality: 

This guy…

Sure, he knows how to talk to you. Kind of. Well, he’s better than most people. He doesn’t try to cause any sort of drama, that’s not for him. He’ll shake your hand in agreement if you let him. He’s just lax, and trying to go with the flow with whatever it is. He hopes you’ll go with the flow, too. Try and take it easy, sort of deal.

And partly cause of his lax nature, he’s a little too kind toward others. He can’t help but be honest with his words, and tell you whatever’s going on in his head. The problem is that he’s a coward at heart, and will run off if he’s given the chance.

But he’s also one of those guys that you don’t want to let him run off. He’s the type you can see that potential, the push if you push the right buttons. He’ll lean on your shoulder and nod away, while being hesitant about it.

He’s empathetic, too. If he sees that you’re upset, he’ll know. Or if he thinks something is up, and you don’t even show it, he’ll… most likely know, but won’t know how to explain it.

What else uh he does complain about little things and it’s silly when he does. He’s still growing and learning. He tries to learn from others as much as he can.

something your muse struggles with: everything. Jk but it feels like it. He struggles with finding his pride. Sometimes, it’s not there. He’s a coward.

your muse’s greatest strength: communicating well with others :3.

history / background: One push is all it took. He spent forever in a village, all because of a dragon, no thanks to that dragon… and finally, now that Frieren got him out of his shell, he was set free. He no longer had to be the village’s hero. He also got past his own strength… finally defeating the dragon, with his own accord. With the help of Frieren and Fern. And now, he travels with those two. They’re finding heaven… together.

It will take a while. He has a feeling that he will travel as long as Eisen did, the one that trained him back home. He is currently avoiding him, in fear of going back to talk to him. The scar on his face left traces of uncertainty in their relationship. But now that he’s with Frieren, and he knows Eisen sent her to find him, he will go back. But first, he must make this journey worthwhile for a story to tell to Eisen. Otherwise, he feels shame in going back with nothing in return.

Back home, back in Klee, his village is gone. Demons destroyed his village, the village that he ran away from… and that’s when Eisen found him. He misses his brother, who told him to run away from there. His father gives him a hard time back home, but he listened to his brother's words. He wonders what his father would've thought.

But now, he’s a strong axe user, thanks to Eisen’s help. And now, he carries the past behind him, following Frieren along her journey to heaven.

powers / abilities: 

Lightning strike - He’s able to create lightning from his axe, with a finishing blow. Anything that gets in the way of this light will perish.

inherent abilities:

Superhuman speed, strength, and agility.

items / weapons: 

His axe - when he swings it, it can carve into a mountain. Wha bam.

starting ability: none starting item: sure let’s bring his axe with him.

extra: aaaaaaaaa i would like to find a mentor for him that’d be great…

discord id: hopefulstrength

passcode: looking for a mentor eh... monster hunter city be upon ye

[taelonsamada]

Moments that made me scream (literally)

Two years had passed already since Tank had come back, and he still hadn’t been able to summon the courage to speak to them about that fight. Every morning, he’d woken up and told himself today was the day to apologize, to admit he’d been an idiot, an ass and a stupid kid. And every morning, as soon as he’d laid eyes on Tank and had seen the barely contained hatred they’d shot at him, he’d chickened out. Unable to handle the thought of them exploding at him.

Poor deveyyyyy😭😭

He knew they were right; if this kept up any longer, he’d lose Tank forever. It wasn’t on Tank to make that first move, that first attempt to repair things. He was the one who’d broken them. He had to be the one to fix it.

Go angel go~~

"I'm sorry"

AAAAAAAAA.... AAAA.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“You are a Shaw. You are every bit a Shaw as much as I am. You have just as much of a right to be here as I do. You are family. My family. And I’m so fucking grateful that you’re here.”

LORD HELP ME-

It made them want to climb over the center console and bite him.

idk why i wanted to do that.... maybe to pay for a 15 years of stupidity-

+ all davey and angel senses cuz they make me feel fuzzy

ALL THE HUGSSS😭❤❤❤

DAVID DIDN'T WANNA JOIN THE GROUP 😭💔💔💔

also can amanda stay, don't wanna chrissy felling down in every AU out there🥺 i really see him as good man

LOL I do love a live reaction of sorts to updates like this 🥰 🫂

And don’t worry, there won’t be any Christian bashing in this XD an ample amount of teasing, obviously, but no hate lol I was bitter towards at first for his treatment of Asher, (and imperium didn’t help) but the more I listened to his (canon audios) the more I realized that he DOES have the good of the pack at heart, he’s just a bit of a butt about it LOL

And Amanda doesn’t work for Lupinos, but is definitely in the area lol (she and Christian have video dates whenever they can’t find the time to have actual proper dates. He wears a suit. It’s adorable)

[votederpycausemufins]

more hermit!tommy because @petrichormeraki ‘s au is just wonderful

part two of that war i started, why am I focusing on the dsmp characters, i barely know them aaaaaaaaa

had one friend who likes dsmp a lot to help me a little but they were really busy so it was only a little.

When the members from the smp looked up, distracted by the numerous flying hermits, Grian gave a flap of his wings, escaping from Techno’s hold. With another flap he was in the air, giving the hermits an opening to throw down a barrage of potions. 

As they were moving, not all the potions hit their target, but even then, the harming potions did a fair amount of damage. In retaliation a few smp members used riptide tridents to get into the air and attack the hermits. They did enough damage to make the hermits retreat higher into the skies. They couldn’t be hit there, but it would be harder for them to send as many attacks.

Dream stared up at the figures obscured by the sun behind them. Maybe they would send some arrows down, but they were being too cautious. He smiled and called for the rest of those from the smp to advance. Any time the hermits tried to come closer to the ground, the smp members would start attacking. Even on unfamiliar ground they were winning, so Dream was sure they would get Tommy back.

Suddenly, two of the hermits swooped down from the skies, one of them crashing into about two buildings as they descended. Dream immediately ran towards them, knowing that after crashing like that, it would be an easy kill.

He ran into what seemed to be a main street, Techno close behind with Philza bringing up the rear. Seeing movement, Techno managed to grab one of the Hermits, they too wore a mask of Tommy, though it was cracked and dented. Dream joined Techno and was more focused on the person. “Ah, Scar was it? Masks don’t seem to be the best protection against crashing into everything you see, now is it?” Dream then yanked the mask off and crushed in under his foot. “We can kill you again, but it would be so much easier if you just hand Tommy over.”

“Well, uh, sorry to disappoint but he doesn’t really want to leave. Again, if you want to do the paperwork.” Scar tried speaking, but Techno stabbed him. Since he was wearing some armor this time, it wasn’t enough to kill him, but it of course still hurt.

“Nothing good comes out of government people like you.” Techno said gruffly. He nearly attacked again but Philza stopped him.

“Please. Tommy’s my son. You can’t keep him from me, from us. At least let us see him.”

Scar actually looked surprised by the words. “Wait, family? Does that mean-? No he would have- I mean I guess it would make sense. But your sons?” Philza paused, he was about to ask about the mention of sons, plural, but then Scar shook his head. “Well, again, paperwork and all that. I’d love to let you visit, but certain contracts have already been signed.

Philza’s blood went cold as the comment was followed by some mischievous giggles. He drew his sword and started looking everywhere he could. Dream and Techno were confused for a moment, likely not having heard what Phil had. “Vex.” was all he said and suddenly the other two were ready with their own weapons.

Behind them stood a hermit, also with a mask of Tommy, and he had wings on as well, but they didn’t look like elytra. Those were vex wings. Before any of the trio could react to this new foe, he simply gave a snap of his fingers and suddenly they were surrounded by vex.

While most of the chaos of the battle took place, Tubbo was pulled away by Fundy, both of them swimming deep underwater to escape the eyes in the sky. It only took a few doors to help them breathe before the two of them were sufficiently away from the battle. “Fundy, this is perfect! While everyone is fighting, we can go looking for Tommy.”

The fox looked unsure of himself. Of course he was going to be here when Dream asked, but this seemed like too much. Still, it’s not like he could easily back down right now. “Uh, yeah. In fact, I’ve got some inside info and I think I know where they’re hiding him. We just need to get to a nether portal.”

“Well there’s probably one in the middle of that island, right? So we should go back there?” Tubbo suggested, though Fundy shook his head.

“Everyone’s going to be there, so sneaking to Tommy and back would be hard. Besides, we’re right near some mesa and I’ll bet there’s a portal in there since it’s so close.”

Tubbo looked over at where they were swimming. “That doesn’t really look like a mesa.”

Fundy followed where Tubbo was looking and found he was right, the small islands next to them were obviously based in a mesa biome, but ahead of them there was a large landmass. It was half grass, and was that mycelium? Further on was a large first wall topped with green and purple blocks and words reading ‘turf war’. “Well, either way, I’m sure there will be a portal somewhere over there.

After a bit of searching, the pair did indeed find a nether portal, though it was on the other side of the dirt wall in what seemed to be a small town. Fundy was glad to see some signs with a familiar name on them nearby. He tried to pull Tubbo along, but it was a little hard with him being distracted by the area they have come through to. It was well decorated with Nether brick and warped wood, and hardly a block was out of place. “Oh god are they keeping him in here? Something this fancy must be a prison or something!”

“Calm down Tubbo, we’re right near the spawn nether. You saw their main island. Maybe it was really bad and they ended up deciding they had to make this.”

Tubbo didn’t look convinced, though Fundy’s excuse was weak in the first place, but instead of trying to argue, he just dragged Tubbo along a path.

By the time all the vex were fought off, the two Hermits that seemed to control them were gone. At the same time most of the smp group had caught up. While they were no longer in the water, they were now surrounded by buildings. And buildings meant cover from people with elytra.

They ducked into a large building surrounded by water, perfect for cover and for their riptide tridents. While most people focused on watching the skies and the exterior of the building, a few noticed the place was filled with chests. “Hey, check out the chests!” someone said and then more people noticed. 

While most of it seemed to be junk, there were also chest labeled with golden carrots and netherite tools. Excitedly the chests were opened only to find them completely empty. Well, the golden carrots had a stack left and ten diamonds, but with most of the people here in netherite, it wasn’t much of a help.

Suddenly, hermits were showing up, coming from the ceiling. Only now did they realize that the roof of this place had a giant hole in the middle. And while before they were weakened without a chestplate, the hermits took their elytra off now that the battle was close quarters. While it was disappointing in some aspects, it was good in others as now it was more of a level playing field. 

Dream stood back as he let the others fight for him. Someone placed a bed and they were mostly all able to set spawn points, though a few people like Ranboo and Quackity weren’t fast enough. 

With Technoblade on their side, the smp was making quick work of the hermits, but it seemed like there was an endless supply. Each of them wore a mask of Tommy which frustrated Dream and the rest of his army, but it also disguised their opponents, making it hard to distinguish them from one another. 

Eventually a hermit got to the middle and stole the bed the smp members were using. As soon as another bed was placed, it was broken. When they tried to kill the hermit, two more showed up to help with the chaos. It wasn’t long before there were no more beds to use and the hermits started whittling down the health of the smp army. 

In a panic to heal, Sapnap dug down, then there was the familiar crunch of him finding a cave. While he died, there was a bit of yells and screaming from below. From that, it didn’t take a genius to figure out where all the hermits were coming from. “They’re under us!” Dream shouted and then everyone was headed down. 

After the digging commenced, one hermit yelled out. “We’ve been rumbled! Call Zedaph!” Dream wondered just how one more hermit would be able to help. 

As the army started to surround the hermits, he noticed none of them were fighting, they were just picking up all their supplies. “Don’t bother! There’s nowhere for you to run! Try to dig out and we’ll just catch up!” He cornered one of the hermits and pulled their mask off as he swung his sword down. But when the mask was removed, a nearly identical face was beneath it.

Dream hesitated just for a moment, surprised to see Tommy there. “Hey green boy. Miss me?” Tommy smirked up at Dream and then suddenly he was gone. Turning around, Dream found all the hermits were gone.

[shinglescat]

Ugh, gotta take a break from the doomscrolling.

Really love my Iskur chair, tho I wish I ordered the XL option - not because I physically need the XL option, but rather... I have this habit of sitting like a retard - six years in a dining chair will do that to you. Ordered mine in fabric, and it’s awesome. 

The lumbar thingy is a game changer, but I wish the seat was a lil bit longer. Overall, the chair is... WELL, I expected a cloud, instead got a rock, but man the firmness grows on you. Mom was concerned, my body may not like the hard surface to sit on, yet it kinda works?

The armrests suck. Design sucks, but I guess that’s common for GaMiNg rAcInG cHaIrS. I wish they were more like in your ordinary armchairs instead of these tiny islands on sticks - my headphones cable keeps roping itself around the left armrest, and it pisses me off - don’t wanna damage that audio jack in the mobo (also, fuck wireless garbo, period). The 4D thingy is great and yada-yada, adjustability is top notch, just for the love of god, why THEY SO SHORT I NEED ME MORE ARMREST SPACE.

The head cushion is a total trash... well, for my height, I presume. Being 172, it’s more of a nuisance than help, BUT it comes to use when reclining, I give it that. Apparently, it’s memory foam? Just wish it was a different pillow, like the one they sell with Enki.

MAN, the controls of the chair are top notch. You can literally do whatever with it, I was so impressed. The dials and doodads - they’re stiff at first, and it feels like you’re going to break something if you push too hard, but they come loose after the first try. After assembly, I felt like I was slipping from the seat forward, but after messing with it - you can lock it into whatever position you want. THO, given I made it recline a bit to accommodate for my feeling of slipping, I wish the spine of the chair would move forward just a bit, but it is easily fixed with the lumbar thingy... but I really wish for the back to move forward just a bit. Tiny bit. 

The base of the chair is METAL, AAAAAAAAAAAAA. The ones we had before (the director type chairs) were all shit-grade plastic that... you may guess what happened to them. This one tho - you can kill with it, you can throw it, you can nuke it - idk, it’ll withstand anything.

The assembly wasn’t difficult, tho one’s supposed to “2 player multiplayer” it, their words, not mine. FUCKING SHIT, it’s heavy. Okay, the box it comes in is fucking HUGE, also of non standard dimensions, and it barely made it into our car. AND WE PICKED A CAR WITH A HUGE TRUNK (okay, mostly we picked the car because I’m Mazda-fan and MOSTLY because of that divine red coat, but the clearance, engine and drivetrain also contributed to the purchase. But mostly the red coat. And it’s a Mazda. Call me retard). The guys from the store barely managed to put it inside the trunk, and I had to lower the back seats as well, jeez. Mom threw a short glance at the box and thought it’s tiny, until she had to look at it again at a stoplight, lmao, said I should’ve ordered it with delivery. BUT MOM, you’re always against the deliveries, you don’t want to pay exxxxtra. So the chair is around 30 kilos, I’ve back pain, and... we had to somehow move it to our flat. Man, was that an adventure: you can’t grab it in any way, it’s cold outside and dangerously slippery, it’s totally not for women to handle it as well, and mom have not yet recovered after breaking her forearm. AAAAAAAAA. Asked a teen guy to help us get it to the elevator, and had to push it all the way to the flat myself, those platformer games style. And in the process of lifting it to the elevator I managed to hurt my back again. Congrats to myself. So I unpack it in the corridor, get a HUGE WELCOMING LETTER THE SIZE OF THE BOX with assembly guide on the other side, start taking shit out... Razer really outdid the packaging, didn’t they? Protective foam everywhere.  So I start putting it together. God fucking dammit, that back of the chair is the heaviest shit I ever lifted, followed closely behind by that metal base. An hour later, and I had it put together by myself, totally alone with the exception for the annoying nakey-nosey kitten. Ugh, the guys at the store asked, who was the lucky guy to get such an expensive present. Me. It’s a me. Me, myself and I. A gift for my poor lower back after all these years. Oh, and just noticed after writing these words, that the tailbone part is sitting correctly in the chair for once, nice.

So yeah, enjoying the chair while it lasts.

[7-seasof-fandom]

The death of Mona Lisa

Vanya's bright smile faded all at once when she noticed his arm. She grabbed Five's arm, pulling his sleeve up to reveal his way too visible and dark veins. Five shot her a panicked look, before pulling away, and turning around to continue walking. "What happened?" Vanya called after him, worry seeping into her voice. Those veins really didn't look good. She wasn't sure what it meant, but it had to be a symptom of... something. Right?

"It's none of your concern." Five hissed, turning around to face her briefly, giving her a dismissive, but stern look, before he once again continued walking. Vanya twisted her brain for any possibilities to figure out what it could be. "Five? You haven't been poisoned, right?" Saying it out loud it sounded silly, she would admit, but she also knew her brother and it didn't really seem out of the question.

Five let out a frustrated sigh, but his frustration seemed more directed at the situation itself, or maybe something else, but not her. "I was just lightly stabbed, it's fine..." He waved his hand dismissively, before adding, "The knife was probably poisoned or something." Vanya stared at his neck in disbelief. "You got stabbed?"

"Just a bit." Five let out a laugh as if in an attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work. "Five, if you're poisoned you do realize you could die... right?" Five scoffed. "I'll walk it off." He said, almost matter of factly.

"Five, we need to let mom have a look at it." He let out a dramatic sigh as he stopped walking. "Fine." He finally agreed reluctantly.

Vanya sent him a small, calming smile from the couch she was sharing with klaus and Allison. Grace was looking over the results from the tests they had done. "That's odd." She mumbled, before looking up at Five with her usual, calm expression. "It doesn't seem like you were poisoned at all dear, but..." she looked over the results again. "There must've been an error. Your DNA seems to have been... altered, but that's not..." she shot Luther a quick, guilty glance. Five paled, as realization hit him like a truck full of brick. He jumped up, suddenly. Startling the others. "Whoah, hey there-" Luther got up, stepping in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "What's wrong, Five?"

Five bit his lip, not meeting Luther's eyes. "Nothing." He hissed out through gritted teeth. "Just let me leave." He let out an irritated sigh. "Please." He added, but it didn't sound quite as nice as one would think. Luther didn't flinch, instead fastened his grip on Five's shoulder, figuring that whatever was wrong it probably wouldn't do Five any favors to deal with it alone.

Five, deciding that too much time had passed, instead just jumped past him and quickly walked out the front door. Slamming it behind him. "Well," Klaus clapped his hands together. "That's not alarming at all."

Five stepped into the phone booth, dialing the number he had hoped that he would never have to dial again. A female voice answered in a sing-song way on the other end. "You've reached The Commission headquarters, what may I help you with today?" The voice was teasing. Playful. His suspicions were confirmed at once. She had been expecting his call. "What the hell did you do to me?" He sneered. Barely even trying to contain himself. The Handler laughed. "What's wrong, dear? I thought you'd be more... excited. Come on, give me a smile dearest."

Five bit his lip, anger burning his cheeks. "Excited?" He scoffed. "I told you I would never-"

"Oh, my mistake, my dear. I guess we misunderstood each other." Five blinked in confusion. "Well, I guess we better solve this terrible misunderstanding, right? How about a deal?" Five sneered into the phone. Of course. Another deal. "What do you want?"

"Well, you know, I've got these people I'd really like dead-" Five hated the implication. He loved the thought. It made him feel sick, but so so excited. "Absolutely not." He choked out. Trying to force back the feeling and pretend it never existed. He slammed the phone back on the handle cutting off The Handler's laugh abruptly. He stood there for a moment, trying to force himself to breathe, but the pressure in his chest was just growing heavier for every breath he attempted to take. The wind blowing against the phone booth was painfully loud, ringing in his ears. His hand was still on the phone, feeling oddly wet and cold all of a sudden. A metallic taste on his tongue. He needed help. He needed someone... but he couldn't... he'd hurt them, but he-

The Handler's words echoed through his mind. Sentences mixing together, an incoherent mess. "Give me a smile." She had said... smile... Vanya's smile... so safe... Suddenly he jumped. He wasn't sure where he'd end up, it just had to be close by. He ended up about two streets away from Vanya's apartment. Close enough. In a panicked haze he stumbled his way through the crowd of people walking by, trying to ignore the growing urge to squeeze their throat, stab them, kill them. They were so loud though and it only made it harder. Couldn't they at least shut up? Their voices, steps, movements all mixed together to one big deafening sound that he had to break through with every step he took.

He finally made it to outside Vanya's apartment door. His head ached like crazy, and the fact that he hadn't killed anyone was beyond a miracle. Luckily, Vanya was stronger than him, so even if his control only lasted so long, she could take him... at least he really hoped so. In his blurry mind he couldn't really think clearly, right as he knocked he had the horrifying realization that he probably shouldn't be trusting his own judgement in this moment. It was too late though, as Vanya opened the door before he could think to run. "Five? Holy shit-" Vanya grabbed onto his arm in an effort to steady him, as he lost his grip on the doorframe and stumbled towards her.

She sat him down on her couch, sitting down beside him. "What's going on? Do you need to see mom, or-?" He shook his head quickly, trying to force the words out, but how should he tell her? How do you tell one of your best friends that you're a monster and that right now a part of you can't think about anything else than what killing her would feel like and that that part of you came to the conclusion that it would feel nice.

He tried to swallow the nausea, before he finally spoke. "I, uh... when I worked for The Commission they were working on a way to change people's DNA... and they found it. For all the years I worked there they wanted to use it on me." He let out a dry laugh. "Honestly I'm surprised they didn't force it upon me until now." He shook his head, gaze distant. His heart still beating fast at the thought of what he might do. Whether it was from excitement or anxiety he didn't know.

"What does that serum do?" He looked up at her and managed to meet her eyes for a moment. They were filled with worry. Confusion too, but mostly worry. Not fear though. That was a mistake. He already knew it. "It makes, whoever is injected with it, the perfect killer." His voice broke off and he was suddenly no longer able to remain eye contact. The urge to kill her growing stronger and stronger by the second. He instead looked down at his hands as Vanya's found his and gave it a gentle squeeze. She gave him a reassuring smile. Neither of them would know it until a second later, but she'd never be able to do that ever again.

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Aaaaaaaaa I hope y'all like it. Been thinking about and writing on this all day :))

Special thank you to @the-kids-own-my-heart and @deadliest-little-thing for reading through this and giving feedback while I was working on it

As always, feedback and constructive criticism is much welcomed and appreciated :))

[wisteria-lodge]

a burnt AND exploded Bird

so i finally managed to articulate a thing that i'm prrrretty sure points to an unhealthy snake primary model? while the concept of a snake's People, and the concentric social circles, resonates with me, it's the morality part that gets me. i don't construct my morality around my People so much as, when i'm really in the grips of it, do everything i can to convince myself their actions aren't violating my /existing/ morality. 

This sounds like a... half-Burnt Idealist primary. We’re used to the  dramatic, completely Burnt Idealist in fiction, where you have no personal morality, and are forced to use someone else’s to compensate. But this is like... the Castiel situation. You have a morality, but it’s not very sure of itself. It needs outside supports to justify it and prop it up. And when those supports are other people... it’s really important that those people remain morally pure. 

i can explain everything away, tell myself they're really a good person and this is just a lapse in judgment, that surely everything will be fine if i can just get them to understand what they did wrong. 

Oh man. So Bird. They just need to understand. I need to help them understand. They’re just missing information. 

(because surely they wouldn't keep doing something wrong unless they didn't realize.) they didn't mean shitty things they very obviously said or did and i just misunderstood somehow, so on and so forth. 

Burnt Bird! Burnt Bird! Gaslit bird! 

part of this was, i'm sure, from issues i brought into my relationships from beforehand, but it's also been fed by heavy-duty gaslighting through multiple close relationships over the course of years. 

Yeaaahh. Birds are... especially vulnerable to gaslighting. 

it's given me the unfortunate yo-yo effect of being extremely suspicious and constantly on guard in close relationships, assuming the worst.

I mean, I know you know this, this isn’t some brilliant new insight, but - tell them this stuff. And if you can’t, or they respond badly, that’s not a relationship you want to put much time or energy into. 

I feel /intense/ distress and repulsion whenever someone i feel like i'm under social contract to hold accountable (or not hold accountable) does something that makes me go 'UHHH.' 

It is not your responsibility to hold the other person in the relationship accountable. Not over their moral choices, or health, or whatever they do with their free time. I have been the Parole Officer half of a relationship. I had the best justifications in the world. All it does is breed resentment, and make things even worse. It’s not your job. It’s not a job you’re able to do. 

extra layers of Big Scream when i get even a whiff that someone might be asking me to take their side in a situation where they're actually in the wrong.

Yeah, you’re not a Snake.

maybe it's because i've had bad experiences with people going to someone else for “advice” about a conflict with me, only to misrepresent the situation/go to a yes-man, and then use the backup as both a bludgeon and an opportunity to tighten up their cover story after i'd poked holes in their previous gaslighting, but the idea of being that third party is one of the most viscerally upsetting and violating things i can think of. 

You were not kidding. That is some heavy duty gaslighting. I am so sorry. 

it's bad enough that, the more goodwill and commitment i have toward a relationship, the more likely i am to just. bottle things up and never tell anyone what's happening when there are problems, rather than get an outside perspective and risk being a bludgeoner myself by not giving them enough context. 

Okay, wow, so your Bird is also Exploded. Birds primaries Explode when something goes wrong with the mechanism used to take in information, and that’s what’s going on here. You’re not allowing yourself to take in outside information. You’re not allowing yourself to listen to what others think about your relationships and it’s hurting you. You’re a Bird. You need that outside input to feel secure. 

which means they have more opportunity to be awful and treat me like shit

Yes. Abusers isolate the mark, you know this. 

(all made much worse by the fact that multiple, objective-in-hindsight gaslighters have used 'i'm one of the people you're supposed to trust, you're abusive for questioning me just because you had bad experiences with someone else :(((' on me.) 

You are abusive for questioning me. Yep. That’s how you Burn a Bird. 

that got a lot longer than i intended, whoops, and i have more thoughts about it, but: does this sound like a model, or just unhealthy snake? any idea what other primaries modeling snake this way might look like?

There is no Snake at all here. Sorry. 

(for reference, when i say 'violations of my existing morality' i mean things like when i see them being a bully, being a hypocrite, saying or doing something bigoted, treating animals poorly, and so on, not just being a dick to me.) 

Implying that they are allowed to be a dick to you, but not animals? I don’t follow.

i don't mind using subterfuge and roundabout methods to guide them to the conclusion that it was wrong if i think it'll work, in fact i would much rather be able to do that than be blunt, but unfortunately people have an easier time cognitive-dissonancing their way around snake slipperiness, and 'person continues to think their shitty behavior is fine and will probably continue acting on it' is a really upsetting result for me even without the idea that they might think they have my /approval./ so! blunt it is. i'm also aware that it's really easy for this to turn into just straight up controlling behavior and i worry about turning into a bully, but i can't just drop it because silence is complicity and AAAAAAAAA. ANYWAY i just keep going my bad ashfkshd)

Stop. Breathe. It’s okay. It’s only controlling behavior if you’re trying to control them. Expressing the way you feel about something they did is not controlling. That’s healthy. Probably someone in the past told you that you were a controlling person, but that’s a tactic. I really don’t see any risk of you being a “bludgeoner” or a “bully.” 

No one is going to be perfect. Not you, not them. If they do something that bothers you, talk to them about it. Is this a one-time thing? A pattern? You’re allowed to talk to other people about it too. See if they think it’s as big a deal as you do. 

If the behavior changes, great. If it doesn’t... they might not be at a place where they can change. Sometimes people just aren’t ready to learn. And then you decide, is this a dealbreaker (or not) and act accordingly. 

thanks @the-moogle-of-your-nightmares​ for the submission

[mirrorforevers]

graham/reader • and i love him

hmmmmmm so

i wrote a lil smutty n angsty gra/fem!reader fic set in the late 90s and im kinda proud of it ‼️

👉🏼 👈🏼 

this is my first work for the blur fandom and im Nervous bc i haven’t been writing for a while and english is not my first language but hope u guys enjoy it anyway - if you enjoy it enough i’ll post it on ao3 too, aight? also this hasn’t been beta’ed by anyone so yeah. also feel free to send me a message if u want to beta it in case you wanna see it there. aaaaaaaaa

tw: alcoholism

You haven't been sleeping very well these days.

Any noise, no matter how insignificant, would wake you up. When there weren't noises, there were nightmares that you were losing him - those were the worst nights. Many times you woke up crying because everything was so real, and you couldn't have peace even in your moment of rest.

Sometimes it was difficult to love him.

The memories of the long lazy days you spent watching TV, painting each other's backs and tasting all sorts of bizarre treats he brought from the different countries he travelled to with his band were gradually replaced by memories of corrosive words exchanged between the two of you and moments where either you or he ended up crying in each other's arms - out of shame, out of despair, out of frustration. But that didn't mean that you were loving him any less, just that your individual tribulations sometimes got too heavy even to share.

You knew he was going through a very difficult time, but he didn't open up to you very much about it and it frustrated you on a level that you could barely describe. Being in a serious relationship was something so new to you, and it helped you so much in your bad times, and you just couldn't understand why he didn't trust you like you trusted him. "It's not that I don't trust you, you're the most important person in the world to me," he'd typically say. "It's such a terrible feeling, and I just want it to go away. I don't even like to talk about it."

This is the same thing he says to you with teary eyes as the hot water in the shower wets your skin and his. For the third time that week, you had to help him, without even having the opportunity to take your own clothes off, to take off his clothes that smelled unbearably of alcohol and sweat and to take a shower. You no longer had the strength to argue or lecture him, and your silence of resignation somehow seemed to hurt him even more. He tried to bring up other subjects and remind you of good things, and your throat seemed to close more and more. Before your eyes could also fill with tears, you just left a small, shaky "Gra, please... let's just get this over with." escape from your lips. He got the message, maybe. And he agreed to have his hair washed in silence.

After you help him dry off and choose clean underwear, sleep got the best of him and then it was your turn to take a shower and try to sleep. You swore he was asleep a long time ago, when, just before you fell asleep, you heard an almost whispered, fragile "I love you" coming from the other side of the bed. It somehow hurt you more than it should - it's been so long since you've wanted to hear it from the man you truly know - a sober Graham, a little unsure of himself but a guy with such a full and gentle heart. You knew that his problem with drinking was not just the search for overcoming that insecurity, but a constant attempt to escape from the reality that, years before, he thought he wanted to be part of. And as for that, there was not much for you to do. But you still missed it so much in another context, in what now seems to be an eternity ago.

By some miracle, you did not wake up in the middle of the night due to some noise caused by Graham or due to some nightmare, but only in the morning thanks to the sunlight illuminating your face. But Graham was no longer on your side, and you closed your eyes, sighing. Another long day without him among thousands of rehearsals and concerts and meetings and photoshoots he had to attend, which anticipated yet another long night of ill-resolved fights.

"I'm terribly sorry for fucking up again." And then you opened your eyes. There he was, now with a shirt over the underwear you chose for him, his voice as low as ever. Without his glasses.

Finally, the Graham you knew. Your eyes light up and you move to get up from the comfortable bed you shared when he interrupts you. "No, stay right there."

"I've been missing you." You say with an almost whiny voice, a faint but genuine smile taking over your expressions. "Don't you have *anything* to do today?" You ask, as he pulls out a camera to photograph you in your current position - messy hair, while wearing only his t-shirt. You don't hide from the clicks. After being satisfied with the result, he positions himself between your legs, and you spend a few minutes in silence in that position, face to face, just reading each other's expressions so closely.

It was very difficult not to love the beautiful boy in front of you.

"I do." And with that, he places a very soft and loving kiss on your lips, which slowly incorporates the latent desire burning on both of you. It's so good not to taste the alcohol, just the mouthwash with the touch of a cigarette that he just smoked. He only stops after a few more long pecks, calmly brushing away some of the strands of hair off your face, "I'm sorry for being such a cunt. Things are being very difficult for me lately."

You look away from him so you don't cry. This subject really breaks your heart. "Things are very difficult for me too."

He calmly brings your face up to look at him again. "They don't have to be. I don't want to make you go through this. I swear I will try to get help."

This is not the first time he has said this. But you pretend to believe him. And this time, you start the kiss, a little more fervently than before. Perhaps this is a silent agreement between you two. You feel something slowly grow beneath you, and you move against the feeling, making you both gasp softly in the middle of the kiss. The lips part, and then he looks into your eyes deeply again, both foreheads touching - as he silently asks you for permission to make it up to you. You just nod between heavy shared breaths. He goes to kiss you intensely, albeit very lovingly, while slowly lowering his hand to your clit, where he begins a slow circular movement. You close your eyes, and he pleads, quietly – “Keep looking at me, love”.

Gradually, you start to grind harder against his talented fingers, and when he realizes that your body is prepared enough (and quickly expresses it to you - "fuck, you really missed me", making your cheeks burn), he inserts two fingers into you, while insisting on the circular movements that delighted you so much. You're having goosebumps and you slowly feel that delicious wave of heat build up in you as he continues with his movements. You surprise him by kissing his neck slowly between timid but sincere moans that gradually escape from you. His voice trembles with arousal. "This is all about you, love. But that's quite nice." When he feels your body stiffen, and hears your moans become more urgent, he stops his movements and gives you a kiss on the cheek that borders on mockery, giving a small laugh with your grunt of protest. He mutters a small "Be patient baby, please. Come on my mouth instead.". Graham's hoarse voice in your ear almost kills you. He raises the hand that was stimulating you in an absurd way seconds before to lift and remove your shirt, basking in the sight of your breasts - hands sliding down your sides, he lifts your chest to his mouth, which makes you happy but it does not meet 100% of your needs. He knows that. And he wants to take his sweet time while his talented tongue takes turns between each of your breasts for a while, eliciting smaller moans from you but still giving you so much pleasure.

Honestly, what a view. His big brown eyes, when not closed due to his determination and focus on making you feel good, sometimes fixes on yours and the cloud of attraction between you two almost becomes tangible. Then, he quickly lifts up to give your mouth a sensuous kiss while his hand then makes its way down your body, taking a detour at your already sensible breasts to grab one and give it a slow squeeze. "You're so fucking beautiful. I love you." His pure adoration for you drips from his voice, and you feel like you're about to burst from how much in love and horny you are.

"I love you too."

He gives you that goddamn smile that melts you every time before he lowers himself again, this time placing his head between your thighs while snaking his arms above them, trapping you in what is about to be a hell of a great time. He begins on an exploratory pace, then gradually starts eating you out with passion, though not forgetting to be gentle enough so he doesn't hurt you or seems inexperienced. That he *really* isn't.

He moans deliciously on your clit the moment your grip on his hair tightens - he loves it when you're rougher with him, a sub at heart, really, though he's undoubtedly getting better at dealing with your more submissive side lately. Your body is reacting in the prettiest ways, and he recognizes it's the time for his fingers to be inside of you again. You have to contain yourself not to wake up your neighbors with the sound of your excitement, and you bite your finger. You can't help but buck your hips in response to the stimulation. “Gra–God. I--I need to--”

“Keep still, darling. I know what you need,” His eyes are gleaming with mischief when one of his hands moves to rest on your waist so he can hold you in place. It's too much, and when he hears your quiet pleas and sees your back arching and the frozen expression of pure pleasure in your face, he intensifies his movements and you freeze - your legs twitch and he lets you ride your orgasm freely on his gorgeous, hungry mouth.

You looked down to see his chin was resting on your stomach as he gazed up at you with *that* infatuated look that suited him so well along with the cheekiest smile - he keeps his thoughts to himself before his suggestion makes your satisfied smile grow even wider: "Let's spend the day together. I still feel like I owe a lot to you.".

[sugarandspice-games]

Okay, so I finally got through Saeran's good ending, I might go back and play the normal and other bad endings later if I feel like it, but as that was an emotional rollercoaster, I need some time to recover. But I'm going to put my full review under the cut.

Will I be releasing my rewrite outline at this point (though not really a rewrite, since I made it before the AE was ever released when I was drunk and salty at the lack of news)? I'm not sure. I wasn't 100% satisfied, but we'll call it a good 65% as I feel like there was more I liked than I hated. I'll leave that decision up to my dear readers, whether or not they want to see it. (Though there are only like... 8 of you here and I know you're probably here for Obey Me content and not MysMess)

I do plan on playing the Jumin Bad End DLC, but I may not liveblog it as I haven't really heard good things. This seems like another ploy for fanservice, but I do want to get more lore about Jumin's backstory, and honestly... I'm gay and want to see those sexy CGs. That being said... this is the last I will discuss the canon material on this blog, and it may be the last time I engage with the canon material (as I believe cheritz has announced that this is the finale anyway, and will no longer update the game). I will most likely continue to create fan content for it, as Sugar and I have our own sort of... fanfic thing going on with the characters and our OCs. But this is a personal and huge special interest of mine, and rather than go through everything and pick it apart for the rest of my days... I want to leave the game and the characters I love so much with only my happiest memories. They'll live on in my heart.

But I digress... here is my semi-condensed review. Sugar may talk about it as well, though I do not speak for them. THIS SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE SAID BUT HERE THERE BE SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU DID NOT COMPLETE THE GOOD END OF RAY'S AE.

The Good:

Saeran. Saeran was the best thing about this route. His character development was beautiful, and every time I saw him, I felt my heart swell with pride and love. His new sprites are so adorable as well as his beautiful CGs, and he looks healthier and happier in a lot of them. He's grown to be such a loving, gorgeous, wonderful man despite everything that happened in his painful life, and his story is nothing short of inspirational. I have a lot of love for Saeran, I have from the moment I saw him but this route really drove it home for me. He will have a special place in my heart among my fictional loves that can never be replaced.

Jumin Jumin Jumin! Jumin was one of the absolute MVPs this route, he was doing the most and boy... I just want to hug him. Even though he was in horrendous pain he was doing the absolute best he could to help everyone. He's been a love of mine for a long time, and that love only grew in this route. I was also glad to meet Driver Kim and see the interaction between him and Daddy Han Sr. (Because obviously Juju is the junior Daddy Han lol)-- even though I have mixed feelings about the Chairman, it makes me happy to see Jumin getting the caring he deserves from his father. And the fact that he even turned his back to let Jumin express his emotions without feeling embarrassed... Fucking killed me.

They did Rika right this go around. Yes, she got off to a really rough start, but she was very human and bearable here... and complete with her realizing her wrongdoings and working to right them in the end. It was a gorgeous arc, I'm so happy for her. I have a love hate relationship with her character, as she used to be a very badly written villain IMO... but one of the good things about Another Story in general is that it gave her depth that she didn't have before. And if they wanted to redeem her, they 100% did it right here, even if she had a rough beginning and had to make mistakes to get to where she was. I thought it was very human. Good on you, cheritz.

Vanderwood got a lot of good interactions here, and I'm really happy they gave us more Van content. Even if we're not getting a route for him, it's enough to me to finally see him expressing the affection we all know that he holds for Saeyoung, and working to help him.

The twins finally get to be happy! Need I say more?

Everyone doing well in their lives made me really happy too... most of the other routes had this problem where if one person got to be happy, someone else would have to suffer in exchange. I'm so glad that everyone got a happy ending.

The new chats made me extra emotional... I'm not sure why, to be honest, I think I'm just happy to see everyone again. It had been such a long time since I played Mystic Messenger, and talking to everyone again just like old times felt like returning to a childhood home (though I was 19 when I discovered this game initially, haha). I cried a lot, which is extra weird for me since I don't tend to cry in general.

Yoosung loves Saeran soooo much... in fact, everyone does. It made me happy, bc I was initially worried that he wouldn't have made friends with the RFA or that it would be awkward, but seeing everyone loving him and him being sweet back to them was adorable. Jumin also loves him and you can't change my mind (though maybe that's my wishful thinking of being in a Jumin & Saeran sandwich talking...)

So many good messages in this AE, and they hit very personally. I came to the same realization last year, that in the end, nothing in life matters except love, since you can't take anything else with you when you die. I shan't elaborate more!

Everyone's voice acting was so good! It was so beautiful and emotional, I could feel it through their voices. I usually skip the voice lines since I read so fast, but I'm happy I didn't.

The Bad:

Oh Jihyun... what have they done to you? I know I said he wasn't OOC and I stand by that, but it really feels like the writers hated him this AE. Even his sprite looked so awful and blurry. And he didn't get any good realization that he deserved better or anything, the literal cult leader and prime fucking minister got to be redeemed when he didn't. What the actual fuck. Sugar will definitely have more to say about it, and probably in a more articulate way, but let it be known that I don't like it either.

Furthermore, even if it's not OOC, it's structurally sloppy for him to come to some realization only to stay the exact same as he's always been. And same with Rika too. As I said in a previous post, having them both go through these realizations only to make them the villains again really felt like beating a dead horse. What can I say except AAAAAAAAA. WHAT THE FUCK?

Again, I must reiterate... why'd they make it so you have to be a bitch to Rika to get the good ending? I get that it's probably wish fulfillment for some people in the fandom, but it isn't for me. I really don't have any desire to berate or insult her bc in the end she needs serious help (even if I wanted to throw hands with her sometimes), and if the point was to call her on her misbehavior... some of it went too far (looking @ the "Don't stab Saeran's eyes out!" choice. I didn't like that at all, especially since it felt like you were making fun of Jihyun's trauma.) It especially made the end of her arc fall flat when she's like "Thank you for being kind and trying to understand me..." like, gurl... the game didn't let me do that without making me bad end! Jeez.

Also, literally why was it necessary to redeem the prime minister? He's a monster who tried to murder his own children. It's okay if they needed that scene where Saeran and you tried to understand him, but having him actually come around made no sense... why would he want to listen to you or Saeran when we've seen time and time again that there isn't really any good in him? He's just not a good person. And no, I'm not saying this because I wanted him to die or anything! ...Okay, maybe I did. Fuck that guy. I hate him. (Also the whole "you're only this way because you're lonely!" was so corny, I didn't choose those options but gjkgkgkfk)

The Ugly:

Have y'all heard about how much I hate the agency Boss? I hate him so much... I want to drown him in the toilet. I want to feed him taco bell laced with laxatives. I want to-- anyway, I digress. Not classifying this under bad because cheritz did their job by making him hateable and oh boy, did I hate him. He made me want to barf. I also commend his voice actor for somehow making me feel greasy through the screen. Seriously, dude, hats off to you. You are a genius.

That's about all I have to say for now... you can peruse my talk tag if you want to see any of my other thoughts on this game, but they don't tie into the good and bad. Despite the flaws, I enjoyed myself this route and I'm happy I played it. Even though there will always be things to improve upon in this game... I'm happy I picked it up, and I'm happy I met everyone. I would write them all letters or something but that'd be kinda corny since they're just game characters and won't see it anyway, and I know I'm not the only nor am I the most attractive MC out there... so this is Spice, signing out! Byebye, Mystic Messenger. You'll always have a special place in my heart.

All of the... weird horniness between Rika and Saeran made me feel grossed out. Her having him in a collar with a leash, and the game options that insinuate she has a thing for him... ew ew ew. Please stop it. That shit is so disgusting and I'm going to puke.

@ Both Saeyoung and Saeran: stop fucking trying to die all the time! Seriously! Let me love you and want to save you, when will you get it through your thick skulls that one gay ass MC who loves you very very dearly would NEVER be happy if you died? AAAAAAAA

[singingunderthecurtain]

God, Is That You? | 20190320

Author: @julietsoddeye​ Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

A/N: This one is pretty long lol D:

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~A table, a very long one, ahead of you.

A grand flower centerpiece in the middle of it.

Layers of plates right to your front and millions of cutleries at the sides of said plates.

A lot of yummy-looking Chinese food is served, yet not a single strand of noodle is on your plate.

You noticed you are seated on one side of the “power seats”, in the middle. You look to your right and your department bosses are there with your immediate manager nearest you and on your left side sat your colleagues and, of course, Taeyong the closest.

Everyone seems to be in fun conversations, eating and drinking alcohol. But they do not make a sound. You can hear none of their cackles or the silverwares scratching the surface of the plates.

You tried picking on your ear and nothing happened. You called out to them and no one seems to hear you, yet you’re screaming bloody murder.

You tried standing up, but your butt is literally glued to the seat. You touched your behind and–holy shit!–you’re actually one with the gaddamn chair… —WAIT, no, your actual lower half IS the chair!!!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING, AAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!” you scream once again. 

Are you deaf all of a sudden, but you can hear yourself… Or do you just hear yourself in your mind? AAAAAAAAA

“Dang, you don’t have to yell— Can you please pass the chili oil?”

You suddenly hear something other than yourself.

“What?!” you called out again.

“I said… Pass me the gad-dang chili oil!”

You crank your attention to the direction of the voice, on the other side of the table across from you. It looks like he is miles away but you can see him crisp and clear. 

This… delicately ethereal-looking being has soft rosy hair, he’s wearing a creamy pink and white bomber jacket and a pair of cream pants. His–pinkiness–compliments his snowy skin.

Gosh, you haven’t seen such gracefulness in your life.

Wait, no, that’s a lie. Taeyong is handsome too. But /he/ is different...

“I can’t move, I’m a chair,” you said with a small voice.

“Haha, sorry about that!” he stood from his position and up in the chair he previously occupied. 

The aura suddenly changed and beams of luminescence suddenly shone behind him as he ascended slowly into the air.

“HOLY FU—” you stopped yourself from cursing, noticing that no one is paying attention to what was happening to him but you.

“God, is that you?”

“Silly, I’m not God. I’m just…” he started with a laugh as he forwards closer to where you are, still floating in the air like a divine being, “Well, you can say I’m a guardian. Your guardian.” he continues when his bare feet touch the ground in front of you.

Looking behind him, everything and everyone is gone. Not Taeyong, not a single one in sight. You’re now in a field of pink rose petals, several butterflies of different shapes, colors, and sizes flying around the both of you.

You see you have your feet back, barefoot just like he is. You wiggle your toes and giggle when the flower petals tickle your pads. You’re wearing a sabrina-neckline amaranth lace ball gown, the hem just a few inches above your knees.

You look up from below and he is just a few feet away from you, smiling serenely, watching your every action. Gosh, his beautiful monolid eyes are much, much more appealing up close. He’s not reacting any more than him smiling, probably waiting for you to talk again first.

“So… You’re an angel???” you carefully ask, your eyes narrow at him, brows raised waiting for a response.

“Ah, you’re so adorable,” his cheeks bunched very cutely when he grinned and expressed his adoration.

“Uhh…”

“But to answer your question, no, I am not an Angel.” he grins once again.

You can totally see his gums, but it's so cute and his teeth are so cute and he's so cute. UWU

“BUT!!!” before you can even react he exclaims, “I will give you a gift.” He continued.

“A gi—”

He suddenly plunks his right pointer finger on your lips, stopping you from talking any further.

“Shh, shh, shh. Stop talking, you just listen, okay?” he widens his eyes at you and you have no other choice but to widen your eyes as well and bob your head as a reply.

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

His hands are holding your shoulders tightly. Not tight to a point that it causes discomfort for you, but just tight enough for you to have a hint, a little taste, a tinge of his excitement. You smiled when his smile widened.

“But be careful of men… Some men.”

And just that, his elation dips. You dare not reply.

“Okay?” he asks and you just nod again.

“Okay.” and his smile is back.

“I am going to wake you up now, okay?” he slowly pushes you back and when he stops, his hands leave your shoulders and you can already feel the dreariness of his absence.

The cute, pink-haired angel, God, celestial being, guy—inhaled and then exhaled—before suddenly giving you a quick peck on the lips.~

As you opened your eyes, you thought, ‘holy crap!’

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

Those words flutter in your mind. You can still hear a trace of his voice ringing in your ears.

And he kissed you, he said he will wake you up and then kissed you… And then you wake up, and…

“Damn,” you rub your eyes to wake yourself up and then grab your phone to check the date.

Of course, it’s still the twentieth. It was just a weird dream. Did you honestly believe that?

Although, last night, talking with that guy from that dating app definitely took your boredom away.

You messaged each other nonstop for three hours straight, no joke. If you haven’t fallen asleep, you probably have texted longer.

He sent you pictures of his cat and you sent him pictures of your plants. He said he wanted to start taking care of plants too, but he’s suddenly become busy with the family business. 

Something about his dad wanting to suddenly retire and wanting XiuMin to take over as soon as they possibly can handover everything. You forgot to ask what business it was, but it’s probably a restaurant or a cafe of sorts ‘cause he said he and his dad bond over food a lot.

In that span of three hours, each of you has shared a lot about the other and connected so well. You feel like you already know him just by those tiny details he shared. 

Like that time he told you he was at the park drinking his afternoon coffee and some pigeon decided to invade his space, wanting to steal his pastry. He said he hates birds, but by the sound of his story in your mind, he’s probably afraid of them. Cute.

The thing though is, you don’t know what he looked like yet.

You never asked him what he looks like so he never bothered to ask you for selfies either. You do have pictures on your profile, but all of it has animals or cutie, kinda kiddie, filters that alter your face.

Well, that doesn’t matter, for now, you’re just bored. You’ll probably stop talking with this guy after you come back to work.

But when you woke up the next morning, you had about twenty messages from him. Two of which he realized you probably fell asleep as it was pretty late, but the rest are random things he asked your opinions about.

Of course, you replied. One apology for the non-reply from last night and then one answer for each thing he asked about. Gosh, you finally found it! The thing, or in this case a person, that will occupy you for the rest of your unwanted break from your routine.

BUZZ!

Wow, your shuttle food delivery is early. That’s kinda suspicious, but eh. You’re hungry now, just in time. You thoughtlessly open your door without peeking at your security monitor first and Taeyong’s face pops out.

“What are you…” you started.

“Doing here?” he chimed. 

You finish each other's sandwiches, apparently.

Taeyong pushes in, carrying three bags of food. Wow, more food. 

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls, I thought you died, dude.”

You told him you were embarrassed by what happened. By your temporary termination. He said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s ‘part of growing up’, like what he usually says to you about, well, almost everything. Which kind of makes sense a lot, weirdly.

Not like you have control over what the management decides on, he said. And you agree. You don’t even know why you previously felt that way, especially with Taeyong? The Taeyong who has heard you burp like a man but still chooses to be your friend? 

But he said it’s cool and he forgives you, he said that very smugly when you didn’t even ask for forgiveness. You roll your eyes at him and playfully hit his shoulder.

You both spent the rest of the night eating and playing your favorite game on your console.

And right after your head hits your pillow, you realize you completely ghosted XiuMin for hours!!!

You quickly type a small sorry and explanation as to why you were M.I.A all day, which you know is not necessary, but you wanna do it cuz you enjoy talking with him and don’t want to make him feel like you’re finally done with him, or whatever.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, you instantly fell asleep.

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WEDNESDAY | 20190320 — 3 things happened: 1.  Had a super weird dream. 2.  Met this XiuMin guy on Thunder last night and we connected??? 3. Taeyong visited me.

WTF OwO

[infinity-tippy]

Aaaaaaaaa, I can’t wait any longer!!! I’m going to watch the finale now!!!