#WE ARE SO BACK OFF NATION‼️‼️‼️‼️

[spiritual-turg]

WE ARE SO BACK, OFF NATION!!!! 💥💥💥

in honor of OFF getting a remaster, i decided to remaster my own old sugar drawing!! (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) (old drawing undercut)

(this is like from 2022)

[syluslnd]

Hello! Thank you for your service omg ur single handedly carrying Sylus nation‼️🙏🏼

Can I request a scenario where reader (who isn’t MC) has been a long term situationship of Sylus, like they’re very much in love but refuse to commit because of the dangerous nature of their work in the N109 zone, but reader really hopes they’ll end up together, only for all her hopes to come crashing down when suddenly MC shows up and Sylus becomes really neglectful towards reader, only prioritising MC until one day he doesn’t accompany reader to one onichynus’s deals and it goes horribly wrong with the reader getting hurt/abducted. Angst to fluff pls a happy ending with Sylus coming to his senses 😮‍💨

when you become his second priority

tags-angst with eventual fluff,mentions of violence

The night sky over Onychinus’s sprawling cityscape was studded with stars, casting a subtle glow through the towering high-rises.

Sylus had suggested the two of you head out for a mission, a deal with some Onychinus contacts. As usual, you couldn’t resist tagging along, always thrilled to be close to him in his world.

Sylus, tall and intimidating as ever, glanced down at you with a glimmer of amusement in his red eyes. You could tell he was ready to take control of the situation like he always did, exuding confidence and calm in a way that made you feel safe, even in the darkest parts of his world. He looked over at you, his eyes softening slightly as he murmured, “You ready, kitten?”

“Of course, I’m with you” you replied with a grin, bouncing a little as you slid into the passenger seat of one of his luxurious cars. Your bubbly energy was contagious; he always acted as if he wasn’t affected by it but you’d caught him smirking more than once.

Tonight, he rolled his eyes in mock exasperation but his hand settled on yours, holding it a little too long to be casual.

As he drove through the city, you admired the skyline, sharing random stories about your day and small, happy details about your favorite things.

Sylus listened, nodding occasionally, a slight smirk on his face, though his eyes stayed mostly on the road. At a red light, he finally turned, letting his gaze linger on you. “You know, sweetie, you’d be a lot safer if you didn’t join me on these things” he said, but there was a softness in his voice, a hint of protectiveness beneath his usual hard edge.

You gave a playful pout. “Then who’d keep you company and make you laugh?” you teased, reaching over to ruffle his hair lightly. Sylus gave an exaggerated sigh, though you could see his lips twitch, fighting off a smile.

When you arrived at the Onychinus base, the atmosphere shifted. The bustling headquarters buzzed with energy and you could feel the tension as the meeting began.

Sylus’s demeanor turned serious, his attention sharp and unwavering as he led the deal. You watched him, entranced by his confidence and poise. His eyes, intense and calculating, scanned the room, noting every movement and gesture of those around him. It was moments like these that reminded you why he was so respected—and feared.

The deal itself moved forward without any issues but you stayed close, offering your support however you could. Sylus kept one arm loosely draped around you, like a silent reminder that you were his, his “kitten” in this dangerous world. Every now and then, he’d murmur a soft “Stay close, sweetie” his voice laced with the quiet authority you’d come to adore.

At one point, the meeting wrapped up and you were alone again with Sylus in the hallway leading back to the car. As you walked side-by-side, you took his hand, squeezing it gently and looked up at him with a playful grin. “See? We make a great team.”

Sylus chuckled lowly, his fingers tightening around yours. “Careful, kitten” he murmured, his voice dropping to a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. “I might just start believing that.”

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against your forehead with a rare tenderness that he’d only ever shown to you. Moments like these made you wonder if there was something deeper between you both. But for now, you were happy in this undefined space, enjoying his closeness, his rare softness and the way he let his guard down just enough to show you how much you meant to him.

For tonight, you were his and he was yours in the only way he knew how to be and as you laughed and chatted on the drive back, you couldn’t have known how precious that laughter would soon become.

the next morning the café was small and tucked into a quiet corner of the city, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in soft morning light and gave the place a warm, cozy glow.

You felt an excited shiver as Sylus guided you in, his hand on your lower back, a gentle but firm presence that never failed to make you feel special. The café wasn’t his usual scene but he seemed relaxed, perhaps indulging your love for quieter, more intimate places.

He glanced around, then met your eyes, his mouth quirking into a smirk. “This place…suits you” he murmured, pulling out a chair for you. “Sweet, but a little chaotic.”

You laughed, sticking your tongue out at him. “I’d say the same about you” you teased, settling into the chair. He rolled his eyes but took the seat opposite you, resting his elbows on the table, leaning in close. His gaze, as usual, felt intense, even as his expression softened.

“You’re in a bratty mood today, aren’t you?” he remarked, voice low and slightly teasing.

“Only because you make it so easy” you replied with a smile, reaching across the table to gently tap his hand. “So, what’s the plan? You’re the one who dragged me out here.”

His smirk grew, and without saying a word, he raised a finger to get the barista’s attention. When she arrived, he placed the most absurd order, one that left you wide-eyed: every single flavor of coffee they had on the menu. You tried to protest, laughing as you looked from him to the poor barista, but he only shrugged, looking unbothered.

“You said you always wanted to try them all” he said, leaning back in his seat, arms folded. “So go ahead. Indulge.”

“Oh my god, Sylus!” You felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “You know I was joking about that, right?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t joke about things you want, kitten. Not with me.”

The coffees started arriving, filling up your small table with an assortment of steaming mugs, each one a different shade and aroma. Sylus watched as you eagerly tried each, laughing when you made a face at the overly bitter or strangely flavored ones and taking note of the ones that made you hum with satisfaction. Occasionally, he’d reach out, taking a sip of one of the cups himself, then giving you his quiet, amused approval if he liked it.

After a while, you found yourself leaning across the table, sharing sips from the same cup, your laughter mingling in the cozy warmth of the café. You watched him, noticing the rare moments where his features softened, and his usual guarded expression gave way to something gentler.

“Did you always know you’d be leading Onychinus?” you asked, a little more curious now that you’d settled into the warmth of the moment.

He leaned back, tracing the edge of his cup with one finger, his gaze drifting. “I didn’t know. But it wasn’t like I had a choice.” His eyes found yours again, something dark but honest in them. “The things you don’t choose often become the things you’re best at.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t have a choice” you replied softly. “Otherwise, who’d be here buying me twenty coffees?”

He chuckled, a genuine laugh that you rarely heard. “You’d find some other poor fool, I’m sure” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. But his hand moved to cover yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

Just as you were about to respond, his phone buzzed, and his gaze darkened. He glanced at the screen, and for a split second, his expression changed—hardened into something unreadable. He sat up, pulling his hand away from yours and the warmth that had been between you seemed to evaporate in an instant.

You tried to catch his eye, feeling a flicker of unease. “Everything okay?”

“It’s just an…old friend” he muttered, voice suddenly cool and distant. He stood up, turning his back to you as he answered the call, his voice low and strained in a way you’d never heard before.

You couldn’t make out much of what he was saying, but you heard the shift in his tone—calculated, restrained, almost careful. It was a stark contrast to the teasing, soft-spoken Sylus you’d been with just moments before. He kept glancing out the window, one hand shoved deep in his pocket, the other clutching his phone tightly. His words became hushed, tense, as if he was guarding some important secret.

Your mind raced with questions but you pushed them down, trying to respect his privacy. Still, a pang of worry settled in your chest as he finally ended the call, his posture stiff as he turned back to you. The usual warmth in his eyes was absent, replaced by a distant, almost guarded look.

“Sorry about that” he said, his tone flat, almost dismissive, as he pocketed his phone.

You forced a smile, hoping to ease the sudden tension. “No problem. Everything okay?”

“Nothing to worry about.” He gave a faint smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. He seemed distracted and as much as you wanted to believe him, there was a nagging feeling that something had shifted.

It had been days since you’d last seen Sylus. The texts you’d sent were sparse on replies—short, curt answers that only seemed to grow colder each time. You told yourself he was busy, wrapped up in some new mission for Onychinus but an uneasy feeling had settled deep in your chest. You remembered the way he’d brushed you off in the café after that mysterious phone call, the way he’d shut down, closing himself off as if you were suddenly a stranger.

With the next Onychinus deal approaching, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Usually, Sylus would be the one preparing you, going over every little detail so that you’d be safe. But this time, there had been nothing—no message, no warning, no instructions. The silence weighed on you, suffocating, until finally, you couldn’t bear it anymore.

You found yourself standing outside his office door, hesitating. The hall was eerily quiet, an atmosphere that felt darker than it had ever been. You pushed the door open slowly, your heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread.

Inside, Sylus stood near his desk, leaning in close to a woman you’d never seen before. She had an aura of quiet confidence, her gaze sharp, as if she were sizing him up even as they talked. Their heads were close together, too close. She said something, her tone low and laced with a teasing edge and Sylus chuckled—a sound that sent a chill down your spine. It was the kind of laugh he used to share with you.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to step forward. “Sylus?” your voice cracked, the warmth you usually brought into his space muted by the weight of everything unsaid.

Sylus straightened, his expression darkening the moment he saw you. The easy humor that had filled his face just seconds before vanished, replaced by a cold, impassive mask. The woman beside him glanced at you, her eyes glinting with a kind of curiosity, as though she were sizing you up, wondering what your place in Sylus’s life could possibly be.

“You’re busy” you managed to say, fighting to keep your tone light. “I just thought—I thought we could talk about the next mission.”

He looked at you for a long, silent moment, his gaze empty of the warmth you’d come to expect, replaced by an iciness that felt almost cruel. “I didn’t ask you to come here” he said, his voice low and cutting.

You took a step back, stunned. “Sylus, I…I just wanted to help. You always said I could be useful—”

“You should learn to know your place” he interrupted, his words sharp enough to cut through your heart. He didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. His gaze was steely, indifferent, as though you were nothing more than an inconvenience, a shadow he hadn’t meant to let linger.

It felt like the floor had fallen out from under you. “My place?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady even as it threatened to break. “Sylus, what’s going on? You’ve been distant… I thought we—” You stopped yourself, swallowing back the words, but the damage was done.

Sylus’s gaze flicked to the woman beside him, who watched the exchange with an amused smirk, her arms crossed as if she were enjoying every moment of this. He turned back to you, his eyes devoid of any kindness, any of the softness he’d shown you only days ago. “You thought wrong.”

Your throat tightened and the warmth that had once filled your shared moments now felt like a distant memory, slipping through your fingers. You forced yourself to nod, to keep your head up even as your heart shattered with each second of his cold stare. Without another word, you turned and left, not wanting him to see the tears that threatened to spill over, the silent pain you’d carry alone as you walked away from the one person who’d ever made you feel whole.

The drive home felt like a blur, headlights and streetlights passing in a haze as you wiped away tears that wouldn’t stop. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, as your mind raced with everything that had just happened. It was like you couldn’t make sense of it; every memory of Sylus’s familiar warmth and teasing words felt out of reach, replaced by his cold, indifferent face and that harsh tone. His words, “Know your place” echoed in your head, hitting you harder each time you thought of them. You couldn’t understand. Had you pushed him too far? Had he been pretending all along?

The question lingered, gnawing at you as the car rolled down the empty roads leading home. By the time you reached your place, you were exhausted, the adrenaline replaced by a deep, hollow ache.

The next morning, after another sleepless night, you found yourself staring at his contact on your phone, debating whether to call him. The memory of his sharp tone still stung but the confusion was unbearable. You couldn’t just let things stay like this.

Finally, you pressed call, holding your breath as the phone rang. When he picked up, his voice was casual, almost dismissive, as if the tension from yesterday had never happened.

“Yeah?” he answered, sounding distracted. There was no warmth, but there was none of that anger, either.

“Hey” you managed, your voice wavering slightly. “I… I wanted to talk about yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” he repeated, his tone barely interested. “Is something wrong?”

Your heart sank. He was acting like it hadn’t happened at all, like you were the one imagining things. “I just thought—after what you said, I thought maybe we could… clear things up.”

He let out a long sigh, almost like he was bored. “Look, I have things to take care of. If that’s all, I have to go.”

Your grip tightened around the phone, and you felt a chill run through you as he continued talking, casual, unaffected, as if he hadn’t torn into you less than 24 hours ago. He ended the call with a brief “Take care” leaving you standing there with the silence of the empty line.

It was like a stranger had replaced him overnight and the warmth you’d felt was now a painful memory, drifting further out of reach.

The night of the Onychinus deal was bitterly cold and a dense mist clung to the riverbank, muting every sound but the rush of water. You had been hoping—secretly, quietly—that maybe Sylus would show up, that his absence would somehow break and you’d see him standing there with that familiar smirk, ready to tackle the mission together. But the minutes ticked by and the waiting grew heavier, settling like a weight in your chest until the deal began without him.

but in an instant things went horribly wrong, spiraling out of control faster than you could react. You held on as long as you could, fighting with everything you had, but there were too many of them and you were alone. A sharp, searing pain was the last thing you remembered before everything went black, the sound of rushing water filling your senses as you were tossed into the cold, merciless depths of the river.

When the news reached Sylus, it felt like a blow to the chest, robbing him of breath. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing—the thought of you alone, vulnerable, facing the dangers he’d promised to shield you from. His mind raced, replaying every interaction, every cold word he’d thrown at you and the realization clawed at him with an intensity he hadn’t expected. Guilt twisted in his stomach, a relentless ache, as he thought of the way he’d pushed you aside, how he’d let you walk away, hurt and confused and for what?

He moved quickly, barely registering the world around him as he reached the river, scanning the dark waters until he found you, still and pale, lying half-submerged on the riverbank. His heart pounded, a surge of panic piercing through his usual composure as he dropped to his knees, pulling you into his arms with a desperation he hadn’t felt in years.

“Kitten…” His voice cracked, the endearments he’d so easily tossed at you before now carrying a weight they’d never held before. He brushed damp hair from your face, his hands shaking as he checked for a pulse. Relief flooded him when he felt the faint, steady beat beneath his fingertips, but it did nothing to quell the terror that gnawed at him.

“Why the hell did you go alone?” he whispered, his voice trembling with guilt and grief. “You should have known better than to… God, this is all my fault.” He held you closer, pressing his forehead to yours as if his touch alone could bring you back from the brink. Regret crashed over him like a tidal wave, every moment he’d ignored you, every cold word he’d thrown at you haunting him as he realized just how deeply he’d driven you away.

“I’m so sorry, kitten” he murmured, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered. “I was stupid. I was a fool. You didn’t deserve any of it.” His fingers brushed over your face, tracing the lines of your features as if committing them to memory and he swore to himself that he’d never let you go again.

[rayroseu]

『 i hate you beastie 』

this is based on the scene where maleficent was unnecesarily hating upon first meeting aurora.

and also the Great War by Taylor Swift—

For this scenario??? I imagine that both Malenoa and Levan and Silver Owls all died during that ambush on the Princess' castle, leaving only Lilia and Silver behind on its ruins.

If the case that Silver is from the enemy's nation, then doesn't Lilia had every reason to dislike Silver and even just... straight up murder him— because after all, Silver Owls was the reason "his wings were cut off" (if we parallel it to what happened in Maleficent ).

But he didnt 💥 and ISTG that is the question that I really really REALLY want to get answered in Book 7--- WHEN DID LILIA AND SILVER MEET ‼️💥

I really like the fact of Silver seeing through Lilia's hardened attitude towards him— like he knows deep down Lilia relates to this kid abandoned by war , and despite his harsh words, he couldn't swing his weapon so easily to him— very unlike of how at ease he was killing this baby's supposed soldiers—

I think its nice (and tearjerking) to think that after that war only Silver (despite being a baby) was the one "who listened to his cries"

And at that point, maybe Lilia realizes that this human and him are not so different

I think the theme of the white rabbit is so fitting for what's happening in Book 7— White Rabbit centered about running on time— last update was about Lilia hurrying back to the castle hoping he'll make it in time to save Malenoa. Because Book 7 deals heavily with "running out of time" angst, I wonder if his wish in this dream was that he was on time in saving Malenoa.

Sometimes, I wish to see Lilia breaking down in game 😂 even though i knowww he canonically hates appearing to be weak ARGH.... 😔😔

does he cry at night thinking about why hes the only one who survived amongst the three of them... does he blame himself for not being on time, for being not cautious enough to forsee the enemy's plan was to kill and not make peace...

i am ill and need of answers but until after august??? I'll remain in this suffering KHDJAJS

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 3 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

Warning(s): extreme use of foul language.

Aurora is not pregnant.

I don’t believe it for a second, that cow is lying through her teeth. I already mentioned in the second chapter review that she just couldn’t be pregnant because there are three major reasons that easily disprove her claim.

First, it’s the amount of time that passed by. It has been a few months since Season 4 and the manga, around four months to be exact. And yet, Aurora’s stomach appears to be completely flat. How is this possible? Shouldn't there be a visible bump by now?

Second, season 3’s artbook already confirmed that Aurora was a manipulative woman and wanted to reflect it with her design (by having her hair covering one of her eyes) so who’s to say she’s telling the truth right now??

Third, @kilfeur pointed out in this post that if she was pregnant, Armand would not have allowed her to fly high up in the cloudy sky to gain knowledge about the Eliatrope goddess' eliaculus. Armand was already worried about Aurora when she went up, and the thought of her flying high while carrying their future child would have made him refuse the idea entirely, as he feared it could put their unborn child in danger.

So yeah, this skank is clearly lying her ass off just to manipulate the sadidas so that they could take her side. She’s so fucking petty omg I cannot deal with her. And her father is even worse my god wipe that ugly ass smile off your face you fatass.

This man clearly wants power that’s outside his kingdom. He just wants more even if it doesn’t belong to him and it painfully shows because he won’t stop making this fart face.

But it’s okay because as soon as Amalia opens her mouth, he immediately stops looking like a dumbass and immediately FROWNS because he knows she’s spitting FACTS.

And this is the only reason why I loved this moment. Amalia literally put him in his place and shut him up.

Amalia on the first panel: “What right do you return after you have shamelessly abandoned us? The osamodas kingdom, the nations of Bonta, Brakmar, Amakna, Astrub…”

Amalia on the second panel: “We asked you to come help us!”

Amalia on the third panel: “BUT NO ONE CAME! It was the future of the world that was at stake, not just the Sadida Kingdom!!!”

LIKE YES GIRL YES FUCKING DESTROY THIS OLD WASTE OF SPACE!!!

She literally dragged him on the fucking floor with all these facts omg I can’t she’s such a queen I love her so much. 💖💖

But then, instead of just taking it all like a good boy, this old bag of furry bones only had one thing to say and it was:

Osamodas blue cow king: “You give honor to your egocentrism, Amalia…”

Bruh what.

What are you talking about, you crusty old bat?

She drops so many facts and events that happened and this guy’s only comeback is “you’re being selfish 🥺😡”. Like what the fuck was even that???

Dude if you’ve got nothing to say, then don’t say anything but don’t just blurt out the first thing that comes out of your mouth??? Like what??

This is the equivalent of a detective who presented all the proofs that you committed the crime and the only thing you have to say is “your mama”.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse for this guy, he says:

Osamodas blue cow king: “My soldiers would have beat these creatures just as efficiently as yours.”

Oh yeah, where were they then, you fucking liar??? The worst part about this is that you didn’t even try hiding the fact that you would’ve been ‘ready’ but you’re so dumb you have no idea how brain-dead that makes you sound right now. You’re saying you could’ve sent your men BUT YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT. WHAT’S WORSE IS THAT YOU KNEW THE SADIDAS NEEDED HELP CUZ UR STUPID DAUGHTER FLED TO GO BACK TO YOU.

Also didn’t you once claim that Armand’s army was weaker than yours but then all of a sudden you’re now saying that your army could’ve beat the necromes like theirs did???

(oh oop- Armand don’t kill him yet 😭)

Bitch doesn’t even know what he’s talking about anymore. I doubt he even knows wtf he’s saying half the time.

Are you dumb???? Are you actually suffering from constipation????

You’re implying that you were free to help and that you knew they needed help. YOU’RE INDIRECTLY SAYING THAT YOU KNEW AND DIDN’T HELP DESPITE HAVING THE TIME TO DO SO.

While the old fart is yapping, Yugo’s face is just so 🫤😑 I’ve been staring at this panel for 2 minutes now and I love how fucking out of it he looks while listening to the cow 😭 Actually, I’m not even sure if he’s listening, I think he’s just hearing him from one ear but it all goes out on the other side. He looks like a god who’s about to squash an annoying ass ant lol

He’s literally like “is this bitch fr?”

Like Yugo is 100% confident to say that the osamodas king had no idea what the hell he was talking about when he thought his troops and he would’ve been able to fight off the necromes.

Yugo: “You have absolutely no idea what we saved you from!”

Yugo’s making that face cuz he knows the king has no clue what he’s barking about. (Also can’t Yugo just use his wakfu sensing abilities to check if Aurora is actually carrying another twelvian?? Or is he not able to do that because an unborn child does not have wakfu yet?) Little blue bro doesn’t know what necromes even are cuz Yugo never told him about them so how the hell was he supposed to know if his men would’ve stood a chance???? No seriously is this cow okay? Why is he talking? Is he talking just for the sake of talking?? Is he that self-conscious that he’ll make up lies on the spot just to protect his image??? The cow king doesn’t even know that the necromes had a leader. Yugo and Amalia are dealing with a fucking grown-ass child omg.

Osamodas blond cow: “I left because I made the promise to my dear Armand.”

This is a lie. Armand never heard of any promise. An analysis conducted by @geekgirles even indicated otherwise, supporting that the claim made by Aurora was fake. According to the analysis, Aurora was more inclined towards her family than her new life with Armand, and the claim that he made any promises to her was baseless. If you wish to read the detailed analysis conducted by @geekgirles on this matter, you can find all of it in this post.

I’ll now explain to you, in my own words, why her bullshit is hot donkey ass. Keep in mind that the whole reason why she left was to protect “the child” aka “the future heir”. As I said before, Aurora couldn’t have promised Armand anything because he knew she still held a bit too much on her osamodas family. From what we’ve seen, Aurora had the time to go back to the Osamodas kingdom to check up on them because of the eliaculus in the skies, had sided with her osamodas family during the meeting with the eliatrope goddess, had tried to marry off Amalia to one of her brothers and cousin, deliberately brought some of her relatives to Armand’s coronation to….stand around, and even keeps her father around in the Sadida kingdom when he should either be ruling his own kingdom or go back to his cave. Armand is not a moron. He knows that she constantly brings her own family to a place that doesn’t need them. So when he’s about to sacrifice his life unbeknownst to Amalia, he tells her this:

“The future is yours.”

Armand had passed the torch to Amalia.

It's worth noting that this is a crucial moment because he chooses not to pass the leadership to his own wife, Aurora. This decision is based on the fact that Aurora is heavily influenced by her family and is unable to make independent choices. At the same time, he also chooses not to give it to someone else who is just as important.

And that is the imaginary baby that Aurora is carrying.

Remember that the baby doesn't exist, and that's an important fact to keep in mind. Armand, who still loves Aurora, doesn't trust her enough to give her the leading role, or any role for that matter, especially not one that involves a child they could potentially have together. Instead, he gave the role to his sister. Aurora knows this and is fully aware that her promise to him was never even a thing. In Armand’s mind, it wouldn't have mattered if she ran away because he never intended to give her a part of the kingdom’s responsibilities in the first place, even though her getting away like that would have hurt his heart.

And Aurora is over here saying that her dad will help her lead the sadidas while she’s pregnant, girl sit your ass down no one called for you. Hoe thought she was in the same group as freaking warriors, shut up. You clearly want your father to rule for a much longer time literally wtf.

Osamodas blond cow: “During my pregnancy, my father will help me lead the kingdom…and I also count on him to train the future heir.”

It's concerning that her explanation might make sense to the sadidas. I'm not sure how she managed it, but that skank made it sound like her father would automatically assist her in ruling the Sadida Kingdom (despite them being Osamodas) since she would be pregnant and without aid due to Armand's demise. And after her baby would be born, her father would train him under his guidance to make him become strong and successful. She made it sound like a simple plan with no problems attached to it. She hasn’t even mentioned if the “baby” was an osamodas or a sadida. She only mentioned the gender, that the baby was a male (in French, when she calls the unborn child “the heir” she says it by using male pronouns).

Hey, Aurora what happens when your lie doesn’t work anymore because your stomach will still stay flat after eight months? You’re gonna tell the people that you swallowed the baby or something? That it fell down? What happens when you can’t keep up with your lie anymore?? Huh? Ever thought about that, you dumb bitch?

I have an idea, Amalia: how about you throw Aurora to the other side of the world and then try to get yourself pregnant by using Yugo so that you can also have a better reason to stay? Or better yet, you can tell her to prove her pregnancy because again, HER STOMACH IS FLATTER THAN A WASHBOARD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS. Make her suffer from her lie and try to make her work hard for it.

You know when a dog lifts his tail and head up while he’s walking away from something cuz it shows just how sassy and confident they are? I see no difference with this crappy blue cow ‘family’ except that it ain’t cute when they do it.

They just ignored everything Amalia and Yugo said, looked the other way from every proof and situation that they were currently in, and only brought out Aurora’s pregnancy as a trashy uno reverse card, then decided to dip out before blurting out that they were gonna wait NEXT TO ARMAND’S FUCKING TREE GRAVE SO AMALIA CAN PREPARE HER STUFF TO LEAVE.

Osamodas blonde cow: “We are going to pray at Armand’s grave tree, while you make your arrangements.”

The fucking nerve to say that.

I don’t give a shit if she’s crying while saying it, this bitch is supposed to be a professional manipulator.

She and her family have no shame whatsoever. They genuinely thought they did something there. The only thing they had as “leverage” against Amalia and Yugo was Aurora’s stupid “pregnancy”. And even if she was actually carrying Armand’s kid (for whatever reason), her reason would still be shit cuz Armand already declared in his final hour that Amalia was going to take his role.

Osamodas blond cow: “Your presence here is no longer desired, sister-in-law. Just do what you’ve always done…Go explore the world!”

Like-

Who are you???

Blond cow had the audacity to exist.

Not only do we know that the royal osamodas family are liars and manipulators, but we also now know that they’re complete dumbasses for even wanting to rule the Sadida kingdom of all kingdoms. The Sadida kingdom is not built like theirs. The Sadida culture and its customs are extremely different and very much the opposite of the Osamodas since these two races are polar opposites. The Sadidas care about plant life while the Osamodas care about wildlife. It would be extremely hard for the osamodas to fully accept a culture that preaches everything that opposes what they preach. Not only that, but the Sadida kingdom is the literal embodiment of nature. If anything tries to hit its source no matter how big or small, then there would be dire consequences to the entire ecosystem of the world. The Tree of Life is such a big deal in fact that Armand even nicknames it “the lungs of this world”.

And to protect it, you not only need to be one with nature, but that also means you need a SADIDA to guard it which is a person that can literally SPEAK FOR THE TREES. Aurora you NEED Amalia, not only because she’s a Sadida, but because she’s also a royal AND has the strongest connection to the tree more than any other sadidas. You’re not just ruling a kingdom, you’re taking care of the world’s core.

And Aurora’s father doesn’t seem to understand that very important detail. When Armand reveals to him that the sadida kingdom keeps getting targeted at all times because it represents the lungs of the world, this fucking dumbass cow thinks that it’s because the sadidas are weak and can’t protect their own home which is why it keeps getting attacked.

Aurora’s father is such an idiot that he doesn’t even understand why the kingdom is so precious when he’s just been TOLD THE ANSWER DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS FUCKING FACE.

At this point, even a iop would get it. BECAUSE THE PERCEDAL FAMILY ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT-

This is why imagining an osamodas ruling the Sadida kingdom is a literal death sentence. Because an osamodas, someone who only takes care of beasts, shouldn’t be able to properly take care of the sacred tree that links every single living plant in the world. For fuck sake, Aurora, why do you think they call it “the Tree of LIFE”?????

If the Tree of Life doesn’t have a proper guardian (aka A FUCKING SADIDA), then it dies. And if it dies, that means the ecosystem dies. Aurora, you dumb blond, let me explain it in osamodas language: if every green that you see outside disappears, that means that your stupid animals won’t be able to properly eat, shit, reproduce, drink, breathe, and live. And yes, Aurora that last one also means that they won’t have a surface to walk on, aka death.

You don’t have a brain because you keep listening to your egocentric manipulative fat father every time he opens his mouth and you keep making constipated decisions without thinking about the later outcomes because you think you’re in control of the situation.

The only thing you can do, and I’m being generous here by giving you a “talent”, is to shut the fuck up and sit there looking pretty. You did a good job doing that in Season 4 and I want you to do that again. And while you’re at it, go make me a sandwi-

Not only does Aurora need Amalia, the sadida who has the strongest link to the Tree of Life, but the Osamodas king also needs Yugo. I’m not sure why these blue people didn’t catch the fact that there’s a gigantic ass necrome dragon that’s only been PARALYZED and is currently standing in the fucking Sadida Kingdom’s backyard. The dragon is very easy to spot and the only reason why Yugo still keeps the eliatrope dofus on him at all times is to prepare himself for when the dragon gets out of this state. Because yes, Armand did beat him, but he didn’t kill him. Again, you are not able to kill a necrome. If the royal Osamodas family somehow takes hold of the Sadida kingdom, how the fuck are they gonna beat a fucking dragon, one of the most powerful fucking entities of this world who also had been necrofied to NEVER FUCKING DIE??? The osamodas cow king never saw a necrome, never beat a necrome, doesn’t know how it became a necrome, and doesn’t know where it comes from. Since he doesn’t know shit about the necromes, how is he gonna be able to fight a fucking necrome DRAGON?????

Sweeties, do you get it now?

Staying in the Sadida kingdom isn’t for power-hungry clowns. Staying in the Sadida kingdom means that you’ve gambled with your life more than once and you know the taste of adventure and combat. Staying there means knowing that your life can be taken away from you by either the enemies who try to take the literal lungs of the world, or the paralyzed undead dragon who can wake up at any time if he simply wanted to.

You bozos NEED Yugo and Amalia to the point where you can’t even be the ones to stay there, let alone own the place. You can’t stay there because there is so much to keep guard of, to be aware of, and to be ready for. The sadidas have practiced this dance for centuries now and they’ll keep doing it even harder because of an additional menace that is living on their grounds, the dragon being that very threat. Now, not only do the sadidas have to be vigilant of the outside, but they also have to be vigilant of the inside.

So yeah, the royal osamodas are a goofy ass family and I hate the circus.

(i love how the French commentaries on Allskreen and the Krosmoz app are clowning this family lol everyone understood the assignment)

[notinuse13579]

Triple Dog Dare

Van x TeamCaptain!Reader ☁️ 🥧

warnings: fluffy make out sesh nothing too crazy 🐝

I will still be writing the winner of the poll I did don’t worry ‼️

The heat of New Jersey summers was no joke. The passing of a nonexistent breeze swept through the field. Beads of sweat glowing off of the foreheads of the Lady Yellowjackets as they bolted around the box. Swarming. You were a natural leader, falling into your role as co-captain easily. Although you and Jackie had quite different ideas of the perfect “high school experience”, you got along well enough. You were going on hour three of practice and everyone was feeling it. The fifteen minute break felt like years ago as Coach Ben finally called out to the team to bring it in. June was never an easy month. Conditioning and scrimmages lined up one after the other. Overworked and tired there was one thing that grounded you during the summer season. Vanessa Palmer. The one and only. Their long red hair pulled back in a braid as they trotted up to meet the rest of the team. Your eyes drifted from Ben to their sweaty form as they took a knee beside you. They flashed a quick tired smile once they noticed your stare and then proceeded to listen in to the Coach’s words intently.

“Good work today girls,” Coach Ben smiled down at the team with Misty, who stood grinning in a pair of overalls with a large white splotch of SPF on her nose.

“This team has real potential to push us all the way to nationals. I know it was a tough loss to miss out on last year,” The memory bitter in your mouth, “-but I have a good feeling that we can make it past semi-finals with a group like this!” As his words began to fade into the background of your mind the memory sunk in. Last season the team had lost their qualifying game by a single point. You had watched as the silence ensued. Taissa was livid with herself and her team. Laura Lee reached out in an attempt to help multiple times only to be shot down repeatedly. You being mostly internal about your disappointment, comforted people with silent shoulder pats, while Lottie stayed silent and avoided the reassurance you tried to place on her, and then there was Van. They had walked into the locker room last. Written on their face was an emptiness they couldn’t hide. Normally Van was the first to pick everyone up after a loss, providing a feeling of hope. Now with Jackie being the only one trying to rouse the troops, you seemed to be the last one noticing their downward spiral. It was a close game. One point is worse than losing by a landslide, because there’s a what if. What if we had made just one more goal, what if that play would’ve worked out, what if- that’s when it hit you. Van was doing the same thing. Instead now they were no doubt thinking about what could’ve happened if they had saved that one shot. Or not have let any in for that matter. Your jersey was torn off of you prior to your revelation and your socks were uneven as you turned to walk towards Van’s locker hall. Slowly coming to the corner you knocked briefly on a locker and turned to face them. Their head in their hands you walked closer to sit beside them. In those moments you spoke about anything but the game. The upcoming year, your schedules, the fucking weather. Anything so that you could see the light be brought back to their face. Only once you mentioned that you were seeing the new movie ‘Pulp Fiction’ that coming November did their eyes light up. Immediately, they widened their gaze and began rambling about Uma Thurman and Quentin Tarantino. Although they were rather lost in their own world, you smiled. You knew then the plans were set. You would see this movie together. You would see this movie with Van and learn anything and everything that made their eyes sparkle like this so that they never stopped.

Your recollection was cut short as Coach Ben turned his gaze to you moving a hand out.

“I think you’ve heard enough from me so captains, would you like to add anything?”

You looked up at him feeling a little flustered in the moment, “Oh, I mean- I think that everyone is doing a great job.” You saw a teasing grin from beside you at your unsteady acknowledgments. “Rookies I am loving the energy you are bringing to this team- and I am so excited to share this season with all of you.” You ended your pep talk with a dorky fist pumping the air slightly. Jackie joined in as well saying a few words about how this year would be great and blah blah blah- Your eyes drifted from her to Van once again. This time they had been looking at you as well. You shared a knowing grin and looked away shaking your head. A smile still gracing your face as Coach dismissed you.

Van mimicked your fist pump from earlier and you smacked their arm away immediately, earning a cackle from them. “Oh shut up,” You laughed out moving to walk towards the locker room. “Wow lady, I didn’t say anything!” They fiend innocence, raising their hands in defeat. “You didn’t have to,” You rolled your eyes still grinning as Van caught up to your pace. Your shoulders knocking into one another as you walked. “So how is your day going.” You turn your head slightly to glance over at them. “It’s been alright,” Van looked over at you a grin rising on their face, “I ate shit earlier,” they held out a finger as they spoke counting their achievements, “-and I’m drenched in sweat,” another finger was outstretched, “-and my girlfriend hasn’t kissed me in weeks-“ You scoffed rolling your eyes once again as they put that same hand to their forehead in agony. Letting out a fake sob you laughed.

“You’re such a dork.” You giggle at their antics. Shoving their shoulder lightly as you two find your way to the school doors walking briskly into the locker room.

The two of you changed in separate areas like you always had. You standing next to Jackie and Shauna while Van’s locker hall was near the back. It was never a question that you two couldn’t really open up about the relationship to the team. Although a sad reality, you both knew it to be safer and easier this way. There were suspicions you were sure, but no one here said anything about them. As the team began to file out you came out of your brisk shower, clothes changed with your hair damp. Walking back to your section you placed your dirty uniform, socks, and shoes inside. This was routine by now. After you had finished your system you walked back to Van’s row to find them with a magazine open, leaning on the lockers behind them.

“A week really is such a long time,” You watched as they turned to meet your eyes, smile widening as you grew closer to them. Although it hadn’t been more than four days since you had last seen one another, it felt like years to both of you.

“I think we need to make up that time, don’t you?” They questioned, a sly grin set on their freckled face. You came close enough to bring your arms to their hips. Looking down at their soft sweatshirt and wavy hair.

“I can’t argue with that..” Your words were lost as you lent down to press your lips to their’s. The familiarity immediately comforting the stress and worries of last year’s season. Tossing them out of your mind. Slowly their hands made their way to your shoulders gripping slightly at the back of your neck. Deepening the kiss you pressed your chest to Van’s and brought a singular hand up from their hip to their jaw, guiding them. Moments like these made all of it worth it. The waiting and the pining and the sneaking, all for just the taste of their breath every couple days. On the off chance you were able to have Van over, it was worth it solely for the ability to hear a small ‘I love you’ slip from their lips. Now in this room it was just the two of you able to hear your shared breathing. Slowly, you broke away as the air fought for its place in your lungs. They brought their head to the side as you trailed soft kisses down their neck. Peppering nips and flush breaths to their mandible. Slowly dropping the hand from their jaw and bringing it to their side once again. The sliver of skin, exposed on their stomach due to their hands being brought over your shoulders, was traced repeatedly with your thumb. Once again they guided their lips back onto yours. Biting softly at your bottom lip and allowing their tongue to trace your own. Gripping at the base of their hair allowed you to control the kiss completely.

When all of this sneaking around had started, you had just recently gotten out of one of the hardest games of the past season. Your priorities to win and your passion for the sport slipping out as you addressed the team. “That was some of the best work i’ve seen from this group.” You grinned, “Now don’t get cocky,” you warned, “Winning one game won’t win us the season.” A collective groan was let out and disagreements were shared but you laughed off the chaos.”Okay, okay..” You sighed. “It’s not for nothing,” Smile playing on your lips as you looked up to see faces so bright and happy. “-we’re going to semi-finals bitches!” You raise your hands laughing openly as cheers erupted and hollers were shared. Music was turned on at some point and you stayed content for a while in that moment before moving back to your section of the changing room. What you hadn’t felt was Van watching you. Every movement you had made. If there was one thing Van found attractive it was drive. They loved the people who knew what they wanted. So as Van followed you back to your section you weren’t expecting to see them. Your corner was towards the back adjacent to Van’s. Jackie and Shauna had been singing with the group and celebrating. Van and you had hung out repeatedly after that first talk. You had seen that first movie, and then had gone to see several since. Every time your crush growing more and more unavoidable. When you turned to see Van you expected a joke or a question or a congratulations on your game winning goal; instead, your lips locked. Your first instinct was to push away. Only briefly did you separate before you returned the kiss more aggressively gripping their jersey collar. You heard the padding of feet and this time Van separated you both and took a step back. Jackie and Shauna came into view laughing and barely acknowledging the two of you who were now facing each other with your breathing slightly altered. Van muttered something to the effect of “Thanks for the advice.” and walked to their section.

Ever since then this was the new normal. Finding one another in these moments and being able to enjoy each other outwardly. Van’s lips moving in sync with your own. A push to your chest had you sitting on the bench that divided the locker walls. Van moving to stand between your legs and lace a hand through the hair at the base of your neck. Slowly moving your lips to their’s, a soft noise was released from your throat at the feeling of a slight tug. Your hands found their hips and your thumbs traced lazily. When you broke away you and Van looked into each others eyes for a while, your gaze only being broken by singular loving pecks.

“You know, it would be nice to take you on a real date.” You smiled at their idea. “What would that entail?” Their eyes looked above you jutting their lip out in thought as their head was set crooked to one side. “Maybe to dinner or on a picnic to the drive-in?”

“Vanessa Palmer you romantic!” You smacked their upper arm as they groaned and went to pull away from the embrace. Quickly though you brought your hands up to lay on top of their shoulders and kissed them softly. “I would love that.” You both proceeded to smile at each other like absolute idiots for a while.

“Your dad is going to kill you if you don’t hurry up,” They give a careful reminder pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. Quickly they remember their own mother waiting outside. “Oh shit,” They break away grabbing their things and coming back to place one last kiss on your lips. “My mom might genuinely skin me if I don’t hurry up.” A sympathetic smile graced your face and you gave them a chaste kiss on the cheek. As they walked away you called out one last thing,

“Don’t forget we have conditioning at 12 tomorrow!” You grin at their hurried jog.

“Aye-aye Captain!” Van saluted as they briskly stepped out through the locker room doors.

Hello pookies I hope you enjoyed this thought I had 🐝

[skipblebee]

HELLOOOO TGCF NATION!!! TODAY I BRING YOU AN AU IDEA‼️🫵

So I've been watching this show called Monk lately and MY GOSH I love it- so very normal about it that my brain went "Skip!! What if we made an au inspired by this!!"

And so I present to you:

A tgcf detective au!

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Where Xie Lian is the best detective there- who can figure out every single case no matter how impossible it seems, but his luck is so terrible that something always goes wrong (like his evidence suddenly missing) and eventually, he gets laid off the force.

Hua Cheng on the other hand, has looked up to Xie Lian ever since they were at the academy and Xie Lian defended him in a case where he was wrongfully accused (also the case that made Xie Lian popular)

Hua Cheng now, is said to be a "good luck charm" because whoever has him on their team ALWAYS ends up solving their cases!! Like wherever he goes evidence will just pop up so he's seen as someone super lucky

On hearing about what happened to Xie Lian, he offers to work with him to solve cases and prove that xl is capable and can get back in the force.

They'd balance each other out and although people think they're an unusual duo, they seem to work pretty well together!!

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I haven't thought much about the side characters but so far I'm thinking they work for a detective agency headed by Jun Wu, who has the public persona of an angel but he's secretly into some pretty shady stuff,,,,

Let's just say Xie Lian's cases where evidence went missing,,, most of them might've been from cases Jun Wu would've been involved in.

Y'all know I am an AVID fengqing enjoyer so ofc we have those two, always bickering but being the best duo, always able to bounce off of each other, always getting paired to go on missions together‼️‼️

Yin Yu and Yizhen?? Maybe Yin Yu landed the role of a secratary even though he always wanted to be a detective. Yizhen is someone who kinda just tagged along with him but ended up getting the detective job instead of him. Which is messy but he buys him coffee every break they have cuz he has a massive crush on him. Don't tell him I told you that tho. Not that he's trying hard to hide it.

I came up with this au pretty recently so I haven't fully figured it out yet!! But I do like the idea a lot :D

[taissaswifelowkey]

softly

senator taissa and gn reader (i noticed that even when writing for gn reader, i always end up adding feminine pronouns, i’m so sorry and i will pay attention next time, i just write in automatic but that’s a mistake i paid attention this time but please correct me if ever i made an error!)

a/n: i wrote this with a specific character in mind when i thought that taissa was more fitting. also wrote this while watching law and order and didn’t paid much attention so the structure might be a bit off? i did proofread it but there might be mistakes left behind 😔‼️feedback is always appreciated, enjoy reading letsgoooo

warnings: UMMM KISSING??? it's nothing much but i would prefer it if minors and ageless blogs stay away. idiots in love. this is different than what i usually write so idk maybe it should have stayed in the drafts otherwise than that it’s just pure fluff, gay, senator taissas being a perfectionist, reader is soooo in love and thats about it

@chaithetics IT IS HEREEE

it starts below the cut :)

Taissa’s back is hunched, eyes peered into her weeks’ schedule. She was well prepared, admittedly. But she needed to be perfect. And the more she reads her tasks, proofreads and reads it again, the more it is distorting into something completely inaccurate that she hasn’t done and would never do.

You checked in every ten minutes, whether it was to refill her coffee or offer her something to eat. She’s been at it for hours. You understand. Running for Senator is evidently demanding and needs all the serious attention and care. Even more so when your opponent is objectively an asshole and your campaign heavily relies on public opinion. You don’t doubt that Taissa can handle all the pressures. You’re just afraid she’ll end up breaking herself in the process.

You tentatively knock on the door, waiting a bit before hearing a soft “come in”

“Tai?” You peek your head in the now ajar door, all your prepared arguments now evaporated at the sight of an obviously tired future Senator.

She doesn’t answer you for a while, scribbling words in a notepad before she subtly nods her head. “Mhm?”

“I was just wondering if���.

“I don’t need anything, thank you.” She continues to scribble notes. You raise your eyebrows, biting back a chuckle.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I don’t need anything, thank you.” She finally lifts her head to meet your eyes, offering you a brief smile.

A few minutes pass without you saying anything. And by the looks of it you’re not sure if you should insist or not.

“Not even me?” You stride towards her, placing your palms on the desk and leaning down. She lightly bats you away, shaking her head.

“You know that’s not true. And as much as I’d love to explain how much you are needed, I need to take care of this first.”

“I can’t predict what’ll happen but I know you need to have a clear mind to work it through.”

“I still need to be in shape. There’ll be photo ops, interviews, debates…I can’t relax until then.”

You stay silent for a bit, mulling over your thoughts. Taissa takes that you gave up and goes right back to her work, before you slide away from the desk and settle next to her.

“What are you doing?” She furrows her brows, a tiny smile letting you know that she’s amused and not all annoyed at your actions.

“How about we compromise?”

“What…?”

“I’ll keep you company while you work. Like that, it'll make your work bearable.”

“You’ll just distract me—”

“I promise I’ll be quiet. And if you end up getting distracted, you’re going to have to take a break.”

“You do know there is a legal term for you’re doing, right?”

You shrug, going to serve yourself a drink from the minibar before moving to sit down on the couch.

“I’m not baiting or luring you if that’s what you’re saying. Besides I know you’ll be able to work without my presence distracting you. You’re smart, good at what you do and can operate under serious pressure, deal with national press attention. You can handle me being here.”

You were comfortable, leaning back on the couch with a certain air of mischief, the same kind that secretly intensified her yearning for you.

“So, do we have a deal, Ms Turner?” You take a sip from your glass, licking your bottom lip from the remaining alcohol missing the hitch in her breath.

She playfully rolls her eyes, already guessing that she’ll win. “We have a deal.”

For the next few minutes you drink, occasionally gazing at your wife. You only get up to look for a book and for another glass. All done in silence as promised. She was subtly following your every move, appreciating that you were respecting your own end of the deal. But it was unfair that you could still make her mind drift away when you weren’t doing anything wrong. It would be so easy for her to just walk over there, sit on your lap, make you hands wrap around her waist and—

She shakes her head before allowing her mind to drift further away and indulge her. It’s just her tired nerves. Just nerves.

“Hey, can you uh…maybe get me a granola bar?”

“Hm?” You drop your book to your lap, using your index finger to mark your page.

“I…”

The more she looks at you the more she’s tempted to maybe take a breather. She slowly exhales, getting up from her seat, walking towards you in small strides before stopping in front of you.

“Tai?”

She doesn’t answer, settling down on your lap, taking the drink in your hand and downing it in one go.

“So are you taking a break or was this just an excuse to steal my glass?” You grin, voice wavering at the sudden close proximity.

“Definitely the second option.” She smirks, setting the glass aside on the coffee table. Your reactions are so endearing to her, your hands not knowing where to go, eyes not knowing where to look.

“But what about your schedule prep?”

“I can take care of that later.”

“I’m not influencing you or anything right?” You find yourself at a loss of words when she places your hands around your waist, your heart hammering.

Instead of giving you an answer she kisses your forehead, before trailing her lips to both sides of your face, the tip of your nose, your chin and finally your lips. It nearly leaves you breathless. It’s downright mesmerising how an innocent kiss can render you weak. Your fingers squeeze her hips, making her break the kiss. Her eyes are glazed, pupils so widely blown that it drowns you into an inescapable forest. You lose all control when her hands trace your chest.

You really don’t want her to stop anytime soon, but you know that you’ll end up making her lose all progress.

“Taissa…”

Your voice was raspy, making a wild heat travel all the way from her chest to her abdomen.

“I really need to get back to work.” She breathlessly whispers, her words barely even audible. She makes a move to slide away from your lap but you hold her close, not wanting to let this go as yet.

“Let me at least make you dinner before you go back. I don’t think a granola bar will be enough.”

“Do you think we stick to just dinner?”

“We can try.” You barely even nod, eyes focused on her lips and how good it would feel to kiss her again.

Your wife chuckles, pushing you back on the couch and getting up.

“You go make dinner. I’ll be in here.”

You clumsily rush out of her office with a quick wave, knowing that if you stay any further seconds you’ll change your mind.

Your wife smiles fondly, before looking over at her desk. With clearer spirits, she makes a few calls to her assistants, relaying her programme and jotting down any notes and important dates to remember, often having to refrain herself from the ghost of your touch.

But soon after that call, she makes her way into the kitchen. She couldn’t stop herself from holding you in her arms. It’s like your a healing balm to her soul.

And she feels that she’d gladly accept any escape, even if just for a moment, that you’ll offer her.

[almostthursdayy]

i listened to the crush audio drama alone and liked it a lot before but moving on to reading crush itself bummed me out. i didnt finish it past matt tapping the hideout at the first like 10 chapters but something i like about matt and mello is how mello is an angry guy but doesnt get mad at or hurt matt cus he has a soft spot for him. theyre very sweeties!!! so the fic just made me kinda sad seeing him be such a cruel person to him. youre right in the doc though i didnt like this iteration of matt much either

reading crush kinda killed my matt and mello fixation cus i was like.... is this what they are to everybody else

also the repeated emphasis on matt being a pale skinny twink killed me bro i had to get outttt of there

i remember we infodumped in the lawtsuda nation disc server for literal days about them and both had a liking to the ‘ mello has a soft spot for matt ‘ interpretation ^^!!!!!!

>> for me, i read the first 6 chapters of crush, thought ‘ wow this is so good! let me see their other work first since this ones pretty long! ‘ saw the dreaded fic i don’t even want to speak the name of and stopped reading completely. went thru hearing how great it is for months afterwards, and finally caved to see WHAT THE HYPE WAS ABOUT!! worst mistake ever omfg. . .

>> reading crush definitely solidifed my interpretation of matt being basically the opposite of mello’s lapdog. i hate it, it pisses me off, to think of matt as someone who just takes the hits and keeps coming back. that ‘ kicked dog ‘ characterization that irks me. . . oooughhhh don’t call that man a dog around me it pisses me off 👿‼️ definitely made my matt angrier and stronger out of spite of all the people who believe he is just incapable of being more than mello’s flesh computer with a dick.

[slutforkakashi]

Warnings: SMUT with slight plot, cumming untouched, story testing?, MDNI‼️

A/N: tbh I can't exactly give you a summary cause I don't even know what I made here but I hope you enjoy

Word count: 3.1K

Long ago lived a clan so powerful they could almost be considered demigods. Although wanting to do good, people saw them only as a danger to the balance of life itself.

One night, many years ago, began the rebellion and war against this mighty clan, a war that took years to end. Nations across the land came together to defeat this clan and succeeded. Every member of this mighty clan... gone... but one…

~Several Years Later~

The sound of wind filled the peaceful and serene streets of Konoha as the people of the Hidden Leaf went peacefully about their lives. No worries, no stress, no annoyance, no-...

"Ugh! Why is Kakashi sensei always late?" A young Naruto Uzumaki groaned at the absence of his sensei.

"He probably just saw a black cat and had to take the loooong way around," Sakura Haruno remarked sarcastically, annoyed too her sensei was late.

Sasuke Uchiha stood near his teammates, leaning against a tree, not saying a single word. Unfazed by his sensei's constant tardiness, he felt no need to speak.

Just then, Kakashi Hatake, their sensei, finally showed.

"Kakashi sensei, what took you so long?" Naruto asked.

"Today's training will have to be skipped. Some important business came up. The Fifth Hokage has called all chunin and jonin for an urgent matter. You can all go home" And with that, Kakashi left.

"Aw, man! This stinks! I was looking forward to training today.." Sakura said.

"Yeah right, Sakura. All you do is focus on Sasuke" Naruto exclaimed. A light blush appeared on Sakura's face as she turned to look at Sasuke, only to see that he had already gone.

Naruto rested his hands behind his head and began to walk off. "I'm gonna go get some ramen. I'm starving!"

~Meanwhile In the Fifth Hokage's Office~

"I have called you all here today because there is a possible emergency... There have been rumors going around that a ninja from a clan that was defeated long ago has come back. We don't know their intentions so everyone must be on their guards" The Fifth Hokage, Lady Tsunade, informed the ninja in her office about the clan's only ninja that is alive.

The rumors were true, yes. The ninja from the clan long ago has come back, but not for the reasons people assume...

~Time Skip~

After dispersing all the capable ninjas throughout the village, Lady Tsunade got to thinking of a way to stop this ninja in case things were to go south.

No one knew what this ninja looked like. They only knew of the tales told by the few ninjas still alive today after fighting in the war with the powerful clan.

They say there was once a very powerful child within this clan that surpassed even the elder's powerful might. This child was the last of the clan to survive. People assume the child has come back after all these years to seek revenge on the nations who fought the clan.

There was one man who knew the truth about this clan, who knew that they never wanted war but peace among the people. He was the Third Hokage.

The Third Hokage not only knew of the child's existence but practically raised the child in secret. He knew that if anyone were to know of the child's location they would try to do to them what they did to the clan... or perhaps try and claim the child's power for their own selfish reasons.

The Third Hokage only wanted what was best for the child. As the child grew they understood why the Third Hokage hid them from the rest of the world. They agreed with him that it was best for everyone.

After hearing that the Third Hokage had passed, the ninja was devastated for he was the only person they had. He was the only person who truly understood...

The ninja from the powerful clan sat in the middle of a field with three logs, leaning against the one in the middle, deep in thought when suddenly their thoughts were interrupted by a frustrated Naruto groaning in annoyance.

"Why can't I get it?!"

Curious about what they heard, the ninja jumped toward the noise. They hid up in a tree, looking down at the boy with spiky yellow hair.

Naruto seemed to be trying to hit a target with a kunai but was unable to do it. Entertained, the ninja kept watching as Naruto failed countless times but kept trying.

Everything was calm until a kunai was thrown in the direction of the ninja, aimed straight for their back. The ninja quickly moved out of the way, sensing the kunai coming their way.

They looked around but saw no one, but sensed more than one person in the area. At first, it was just one but now there were two.

"You there, up in the trees... show yourself!" A man shouted up at the ninja, somehow knowing they were there.

The ninja closed their eyes and tried to locate where the two people went. Once they found them they grabbed the kunai that was thrown at them and threw it in their direction. The kunai landed right in front of them, startling them but not harming them.

The ninja had no intention of harming anyone, so they jumped out from the trees and landed on the ground almost perfectly.

The ninja wore a mesmerizing white and gold dress with little fabric. This was the style of her people who were pretty free spirited, and she wore it proud.

She stood there not saying a word. The two strangers came out of hiding and revealed themselves to the ninja. One was the spiky yellow-haired boy, the one practicing with the kunai. The other was a taller, white-haired, mask-wearing ninja. It was Naruto and Kakashi.

"Who are you?" Kakashi asked the strange yet beautiful woman, but she didn't speak.

Then, none other than Master Jiraiya, the Toad Sage, appeared out of nowhere behind the ninja, but she did not flinch, not one inch.

"Hey, you, the Fifth Hokage would like a word with you," said Master Jiraiya to the ninja. She turned to face Jiraiya, one of the three famous Sannin she had heard so much about.

The ninja didn't want any conflict, she didn't want to fight. She bowed her head to Jiraiya as a sign of respect and peace and Jiraiya picked up on this so began to lead the way.

"Oh, and Kakashi," Jiraiya stopped and turned to him "the Fifth Hokage wants you there as well."

And with that, the three of them proceeded to walk toward the Hokage building. Of course, Naruto wanted answers but before he could ask anything they all vanished.

~Time Skip~

Lady Tsunade filled them in on who the ninja was and how she found out about her. The Third Hokage had documents of the ninja explaining everything about her and her abilities, her Kekkei Genkai. The ninja stood respectfully in silence as Lady Tsunade explained everything she found about her.

Lady Tsunade assigned Kakashi, one of the strongest ninjas in The Leaf, to watch over the ninja. Tsunade might have found the documents of the Third Hokage about the ninja but she still didn't trust the ninja herself.

~Time Skip~

Kakashi and the ninja walk around The Leaf Village looking for a place to eat. Lady Tsunade guessed that the ninja was hungry so she ordered Kakashi to get them something to eat. They decided on Ichiraku Ramen.

They sit down and take their orders. The ninja still hasn't spoken a word, only pointing to what they wanted to eat.

"So, Akari, is it?" Kakashi asked the ninja, Akari. She shot him a glance with her shiny gold eyes peeking through strands of her raven hair.

Kakashi's POV

Her eyes were so bewitching, captivating, attracting, enticing, and almost tempting. Her gaze made me feel... things.

Before I could make any sense of what I felt, her gaze fell back to the table. There rested her elegant, delicate-looking hands. Those hands, who knows what things they committed. Perhaps I'm looking at this through the eyes of the frightened people.

They say those hands committed carnage and manslaughter... but this ninja seems far too relaxed to be some kind of killing machine. Although she did not speak, her poised complexion spoke deep.

A gust of wind flew past and I caught a whiff of her scent. She smelled like a cherry blossom tree. I don't know what came over me but I inhaled her scent once more and I got a hint of... lemon? Strange, but very alluring.

I don't know what's come over me but there is no doubt in my mind that it's connected to the mystery that is sitting beside me. The clans Kekkei Genkai, along with their abilities as a ninja, are unknown to me.

Who knows? Maybe it isn't their Kekkei Genkai that's doing this...

Narrator's POV

Naruto Uzumaki strolled along with Iruka sensei and came into Ichiraku’s. They took their seats, Naruto sitting to the right of Akari, Iruka sitting to the right of Naruto. He sees the mysterious ninja and remembers the brief encounter they had.

"Hey, it's you!" Naruto exclaimed, turning to face the ninja "Oh-.. Kakashi sensei?"

"Naruto, I trust that you completed your training today," Kakashi stated, almost as if he knew Naruto didn't complete his training.

Naruto put a hand behind his neck and laughed nervously "So, who is this anyway?"

"That's classified," Kakashi told Naruto.

"Aw! C'mon Kakashi sensei pleeeeeeaaaase??" he pleaded.

Akari's head turned slowly toward Naruto, her golden eyes peeking through her hair again. Once Naruto caught a glance at her beautiful eyes he calmed down. It was as if the ninja's eyes had comforted him into being more relaxed. And just like magic, Akari pulled a piece of paper out of thin air. She gave it to Naruto and he read it out loud.

"Akari?"

She looked at Naruto for a second longer before turning toward the table and seeing her bowl of ramen placed down. Next to hers was Kakashi Hatake's bowl... empty. Akari grabbed some chopsticks and ate her ramen peacefully and elegantly.

~Time Skip~

It was dusk now, Kakashi and Akari walking through the dimly lit streets, trying to reach their destination. While on their walk they strolled past a place of sweets.

Akari stopped in her tracks and stared into the sweets store, slowly walking in, Kakashi following after her. She peeped around and saw a sweet snack she craved.

Kakashi's POV

The sweets that she picked out... lemon mochi. That explains the unexpected smell of lemon earlier today. Of course, I paid for the sweets. We started to make our way to the place I rented. The reason I rented out a place was that I didn't want to take her to my home. It would be inappropriate and unprofessional.

As we walk there she slowly eats some of the lemon mochi balls she had gotten. In a way, it was kind of cute and... sweet.

We get to our place of stay for the night and Akari takes her time settling in. I watch her as she ruffles pillows and eats more of her lemon mochi.

Akari walks past me to the bathroom to shower and I get that fragrance of cherry blossom and lemon again. My body takes over me and my eyes close as I silently inhale, taking in the stimulating aroma. I turn toward her as she walks away and watch as she enters the bathroom. She looks at me with those mesmerizing golden eyes just before she closes the door. It was as if she knew why I was watching her every move.

What is going on with me? Why am I acting like this? It's as if she was charming me, attracting me towards her.

A few minutes go by and I took off a few layers of clothing, getting relaxed.

I made my way onto a very large and comfortable couch. I pull out my book and start reading, waiting for my turn to shower.

I hear the bathroom door open and I look up to see Akari walk out ever so elegantly.

I scan her body up and down beholding what she was wearing. The Fifth Hokage warned me that the style of her people was more on the... free spirited side... but I didn't think it would be like this.

I can't take my eyes off of her. I've never seen such beauty in a woman. Though most of my face is covered, I look up at her and see her face and it's as if she knows... as if she knew what I was thinking and... how my face looked?...

She slowly approaches me where I sit and moves onto my lap, straddling me. I did not resist. I couldn't. I don't know what has come over me but I just can't resist her... and I can't restrain myself.

My hands move and rest on her thighs, almost as if they had a mind of their own they start to move upward. My hands trace her body's silhouette, her skin, her body, so soft and supple.

I look up at her and she's looking down at me through the strands of hair on her face. I slowly raise one hand and move the strands of hair out of the way.

At last, I see her full complexion for the first time. She's... beautiful... she's stunning... she is extraordinary. And those honey golden eyes that lured me in...

I place my hands behind her neck and slowly pull her in, our faces only mere inches apart, the both of us not pulling back.

I take it as a sign and pull her face closer to mine. Our noses were touching and our lips were centimeters away from one another. She was looking directly into my eyes as I was looking into hers for any indications of discomfort but I saw none. She parted her lips slightly and I could feel her uneven breaths on my mask. I couldn't help but smirk at the feeling, noticing I was affecting her just as she affected me.

With one swift movement, I wrapped my hands around her waist and stood up making her wrap her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I moved my hands down her body till I got to her thighs, holding her up with a better grip.

I walked over to one of the beds and slowly climbed on, laying her outrageously gorgeous body down on the soft fabric of the bed sheets. I hovered over her warm body, looking at the mesh black fabric.

Akari's POV

Kakashi leaned over me, his arms beside my shoulders, his arm muscles apparent and mesmerizing.

I reach a hand up to his face, wanting to pull off his mask, but he grabs my wrist and pins it above my head grabbing my other hand and pinning it above my head. He held both my wrists with one hand, the other roaming my body. It feels as if this all came out of nowhere. Then I had an idea...

My Kekkei Genkai.

I mentally smirk at the thoughts running through my head.

Let me elaborate a little. My Kekkei Genkai is having all types of Kekkei Genkai. From Byakugan to Sharingan and my own unique Kekkei Genkai I developed by having all types of Kekkei Genkai.

My clans Kekkei Genkai is not having all types of Kekkei Genkai. My clan consisted of numerous people with different kinds of Kekkei Genkai but for some reason, I was born with the ability of all the Kekkei Genkai.

My unique ability is being able to control chakra, not just my own, and it doesn't just end there. I can form a... how can I put this... special kind of chakra. I can make people feel certain things and create other things out of thin air like magic.

I look up at Kakashi, my hair out of my face. My eyes start having a light glow. The expression on Kakashi's face changed slightly underneath his mask and soon after, out of his mouth comes out a sound of the heavens...

Kakashi shuts his eyes lightly as a deep, breathy moan escapes his lips. My eyes twinkle in excitement, knowing I caused it, knowing I could do more without a single touch.

"What are you doing to me?" he asks. I speak not a single word and just tilt my head to the side, still looking at this beautiful man straight on.

His hand starts to grip my wrists as I use a little more power, making him feel all kinds of things. He moans more and more as I keep going.

I see an opening... I take the opportunity and speak. My voice holds more power than anything else. I lift my head closer to his ear and I whisper...

Kakashi's POV

"Cum for me..." I hear Akari's quiet, raspy voice in my ear, and my body loses control. It's like my body is listening to her command. I feel a strong sensation rising in my body, coursing through my veins, and just as she says I feel something exhilarating, and my pants soak with the hot liquid I know all too well.

I lean my head back letting my body feel the euphoric sensation burning through it. My mask slowly slides down revealing my face in pure ecstasy, my mouth open, my eyes tightly shut. My body releases a moan I've never heard come from myself before and I feel Akari lightly shift under me.

As I come down from that invigorating high I look down to face Akari but she's nowhere to be seen. Suddenly everything goes dark and it feels as if I'm falling from the top of a cliff.

I awaken, shooting up from my bed breathing heavily, my heart beating rapidly. I look around my room and there is no one around. Then as I'm breathing I smell a familiar scent... cherry blossom and lemon.

She's back…

A/N2: okay so I had no idea what I was gonna do with this idea I had but I did something with it somehow. Think of it as a test run or something idk. I'm not taking this too seriously. It's really only to see what people think I guess. Although I could make this plot into a story of its own? That would be cool I think. What do you think? Pls let me know cause it is actually tempting to make it into a whole story

[hummusxx]

hey ml !! I just wanted to request if we could get a , Jude Bellingham x !Basketballer fem reader , she could be like in LSU women’s tiger basketball for example but , since i have been rlly

wanting ! to read one where atleast reader could play a sport so they could be like a cute sport couple or smth , but yh and keep up the work i love them sm ‼️💋

Champion

Jude Bellingham x lsuwbkb!reader

Summary: becoming a national champion with your soulmate by your side

Running, sweating, shooting, passing. I had gotten into a rhythm. It's the Women's Championship and my mind is racing.

Caitlyn Clark and her team have been phenomenal all year, but so have we. As the seconds ticked down, our points started to rack.

When Caitlyn missed her three, i knew we were going to win. I had a feeling.

As the last 30 seconds approached, I run down the court with the ball, I shoot from the three-point line hoping it goes in. It does.

I celebrate with my team. There was no way Iowa was coming back from this. We have a 17-point lead.

As the buzzer went off and the confetti of purple and yellow sprayed in the air, all I could do was cover my face with my hands. Knowing that we had did it. We had won.

I look to the sideline and see my boyfriend who had traveled all the way from Germany for this special night. He is clapping and jumping up and down alongside my mother and father.

My teammates and I shake hands with the whole Iowa team. We share words of encouragement and tell them to lift their heads up.

It's the best we could do, right? We snatched a title that they were told they would win.

As we accept our awards and celebrate, our family start to be allowed on the court.

As I'm looking for them, I feel someone pick me up and spin me around. I look around and see Jude.

"I'm so proud of you baby" he says to me while giving me a fat kiss on the lips. I wrap my hands around his neck and deepen the kiss. When we brake, I hug him.

I disconnected the hug with him and make my way over to my parents they congratulated me and hug like they've never before. You'd think someone died with how tight there were hugging me.

"You did so well honey" my mom says while kissing me on the cheek. I can feel Jude behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Let me go change and then we and go celebrate" I say to my family and Jude. They all nod their heads and i head to the locker room with all the other players.

I get dressed and celebrate with my team for a bit before talking with Coach. She lets me go out with my family and congratulates me.

I get out of the locker room and make my way out of the tunnel. Jude and my parents are still waiting for me. I grab Jude's hand and we walk out of the arena and too our car.

My parent deciding that it was late and went back to their hotel.

"What would you like to eat my champion" Jude said while looking at me while I was driving.

"You know what i want" i smirk at him and he rolls my eyes.

"Gosh did your mum ever tell you that eating dessert before dinner was bad for you" he says while rolling his eyes. I laugh at him and drive to our hotel, so we can eat our dessert before dinner.

Hummusxx' corner

this is so bad because it was so rushed but thank you so much for the request my dear. I absolutely love lsu and plan to go to college there so when i saw this i knew i had to do it. I hope y'all like it.

[canonically47]

review pls

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP YUL HAD HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AND WE GOT JAJAMES IN THE FINALE. ONC DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.

DCAS ep 19 - review

spoilers !!!! (but you knew that.)

tom saying jake sees the best in people was so fucking funny i'm sorry like we both know He Does Not. even the line was like 'despite his anxieties he..' baby ur literally saying 'despite not seeing the best in people he really does see the best in people' you are so fucking stupid

side note tom is actually an idiot, unironically. not haha himbo idiot just an actual fucking idiot. how is he 30. how is he a fan favorite. HOW IS TOMJAKE A FAN FAVORITE SHIP nonono im not talking about this rn im NOT (claws at my enclosure)

ugh i forgot tomjake is like. a thing. and not a very bad made-up fanon ship. and they're giving them a spin-off. for a sec i allowed myself to exist in a world where ONC made good writing decisions. what a world it was

james being jake's biggest hater was amazing. almost unleashed my inner jake hater. there is still time though, trust

kinda sad to see huntess not hang out with anyone but each other. i was waiting on tess interacting with gabellie or something

on the bright side, GRETT HAVING A MOMENT WITH GABELLIE??? HELLOOOOOOOOO?????? CAN YALL HEAR ME???????????????

gabgrellie save me.... save me gabgrellie............

speaking of ellie she looked so off the entire episode. why did her eyes move like that. am i crazy. she looked so ugly

oh my fucking god they fucking burnt yul's face. that's crazy. grett the woman that you are <333 i might actually draw the prick because he looks cool now

i am also sooooooo glad they're not giving him a half-assed redemption arc. they know he sucks ass. at least we have that

krystal saying "that's the good shit" was the most embarrassing thing ever in fact her entire part before dinner was embarrassing. why did she keep. doing that and saying that. girl why are you interrupting the moment you want to get on camera are you an idiot

also she fell victim to the inconsistency bc tell me why she was bitching and moaning the entire season about 'those that really matter' and being all lpvey dovey about her friends but then derek is like 'trevor :)' and she goes 'why arent u professional' girl.

and derek. man. we all know youre lying genuinely fuck you. 'he matters to me' GIRLLL WHEEENNNNNNNNNNN HAVE YOU SHOWN THAT 😭😭😭

FIORE AND ALEC!!! ALEC SCOWLING THEN LOOKING AT FIORE AND INSTANTLY SMILING!!! HIM PROTECTING HER FROM YUL!!! HIM COVERING HER EYES WHEN YUL GOT BURNED!!! TH!!! THE!!!!!!! THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

now allow me to be even more not normal

JAJAMES CRUMBS 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥 JAMES IS HELPING JAKE IN THE FINALE EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP HERE IS HOW JAJAKEDEN NATION CAN STILL WIN- [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets s

please god PLEASE LET THEM BECOME FRIENDS because if they do i will actually write DSVC fic about jajakeden getting together. i made a promise to myself to never write DSVC fic but if they become friends. i will be so. fucking. annoying.

JAJAMES PLEASE BECOME FRIENDS PLEASEEEEEEE PLEASE 😭😭😭

sooooo glad fiore not only did not pick riya but also GAVE HER THE DISADVANTAGE. JAKE FANS HERE IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN

why did they bring emily back just to make her a bitch.

JAJAMES PLEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

there are many things wrong with this ep (like derek existing, and also his lines, and also yul existing,,, and the stuff ive pointed out) but its ONC. i'll throw them a bone ig. i'm okay with what we got, it obviously wasn't a masterpiece and it felt fanservice-y in parts (yk that one post or ask or whatever that says season 1 & 2 DSVC was a show a fandom was built off, but season 3 is a show built off the fandom? yea some scenes reminded me of that. coigh cough krystal mildly breaking the fourth wall.) but i'm glad connor only got like 2 seconds of screentime, fiore and alec got along, and the jajames crumbs oh my.. <3

overall, an 8/10 and if my memory isn't failing me this is probably the best rating since ep 13?? but yea it was a good episode i'm fine with it. im surprised they didnt ruin.everything. bc yk its ONC. so yea!!! yay yippee yay!

i am so glad there are only 2 episodes left . istg if i watch the spin offs or new seasons i need yall to shoot me. and remember how i was talking some time ago about rewatching the entire show after DCAS came out fully? yea no. not doing that. when episode 21 comes out i will be cheering because i will finally put DSVC behind me. i fucking hate this show WE ARE ALMOST FREE!!!!!!!!! CHEERING

[j-crow]

how've you been lately dawg 🤔🤔

in the trenches /j

yapping you didnt ask for incoming:

surprising from what you might think of me but ive been really good lately!!

i love the retj fandom but that shit got so miserable and overwhelming and convoluted that i just. gave up on trying to go back. im much happier staying off discord :D

actually i needed a reason to rant about this but oh my god??? i literally NEVER used to be that upset all the time pre-retj discord server. like the version of me in your head is probably SO inaccurate to how i actually am because i am NEVER that upset all the time

like yeah i get really upset sometimes but when i had discord??? WHY WAS I SO SUICIDAL?????

so the conclusion that ive come up with is that discord literally gave me mental illnesses and like. yeah that makes sense actually 😭😭

besides that ive been good besides the constant appearance of a wlw situationship in my life 😞😞

also dont if you ever noticed but i had a crush on your ex 💀💀 (tbf there were some EXTREMELY mixed signals imo) we’re not talking anymore tho

uhhh ive gotten new interests (house md my beloved <33 stupid fucking gay doctors) and read a terrifying amount of fanfiction (probably over 100 fics read the past 2 months not including the 100k+ one im reading rn???? dont bully me pls i know im chronically online 💔💔)

ive been trying to draw more as well but i suck ass at human anatomy and have ultimately decided to just draw animals for the rest of my life atp

also ive been playing the new pokemon tcg game and my entire coding class is literally obsessed with it 😭😭 (me flexing)

also been playing pokerogue!! its fun but i get unreasonably angry when my pokemon die 😭😭

ANYWAYS HOUSE MD!!!!!!!! medical malpractice show 10/10 would recommend watching‼️‼️ ive gotten so many spoilers because my short attention span cant handle more than two episodes a day and im stuck on season one 😭😭

WILSON!!!!!! my definitely gay husband who looks way too fondly at his best friend of ten years to be straight and has had three divorces (canon btw) exploding him with my mind 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

still obsessed with birds as you might be able to tell 😭😭 blog name actually comes from a piece of art your ex gave to me (gatekeeping sorry) it said “the c in jc stands for crow” and i ran with it

thats u btw /j (thats an australasian swamphen chick also known as a pukeko chick!!! look them up theyre terrifying)

personally one of my favorite photos of them

anyways i still like hamilton and epic the musical surprisingly and i think i can almost recite the entirety of nonstop and the room where it happens (so impressive i know)

and retj my beloved and beloathed </33 so terribly detrimental for my health but im glad i went through that shit tbh

also crazy that its almost christmas??? its christmas eve wtf i forgot

im also working on a 3d animation project with some friends!!! its due sometime in february and im praying i get into nationals for the competition 🙏🙏 i have a backup if the animation fails horribly but my friends dont so!!!! gotta work hard so we all can go to florida and do some tomfoolery

thats about it i think???? unless you want to hear about my school life for whatever reason (im happy to yap about coding but dont ask me about anything else 😭😭)

hope you’ve been well dude!! :D

found this deep in my camera roll 😭😭

[a-life-revised]

‼️ITS🍗 SPANKSGIVING 🍂 BITCHES‼️On this day 🗓 many years ago 😮 the SLUTTY 👠 PILGRIMS 🎩 sailed ⛵️ across the ASSlantic 🌊 HOEcean in a quest 👀to find 🔎 more 😍 COCKS 🍆 to SUCK! 👅 Together with the 😈 NAUGHTY 😈 NATIVES 👹, they gathered 👫 around the dinner table 🍽 and had 🎉 our nation’s very 1️⃣st GANG BANG! 👯‍♀️👯👯‍♂️ We honor 🙌🏻 their ORGY 😮 every year 📆 by giving THANKS 🙏🏼 to all 🥰 that’s important ❤️ to us: Family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, Friends 👬, Freedom 🇺🇸, and DICK! 🍆🌽👅 So grab your BUNS, 🍞✊👉👌squeeze those BREASTS, 🍗🔥🤲 and shove a cornaCOPIOUS 🌽🌽 amount of DICK 🍆 😩 into that hungry 😮 hungry HOLE! 🕳💓👅 Ladies 👯‍♀️, just like your 🦃 THOTSgiving 🦃 turkey, it’s time ⏰ to throw your legs 🤸🏼‍♀️in the air 🤸🏼‍♀️and prepare to get ➡️ STUFFED 🙀!

After dinner,🍴it’s time 😮 for CUMPKIN PIE!! 🥧 Show Daddy 👨🏽‍🦳 how 🙏🏼 thankful 🙏🏼 you are and LICKK 😛 his WishBONE 🦴 until he gets as HARD 🏔as PlyMOUTH rock ⛰ and shoots 💦 his HOMEADE GRAVY 🥣! 👅 Midnight 🌙 starts 😈 BLACK ⬛️ FRIDAY 🛍 so send 📤 this to 🔟 THOTS 💁🏻‍♀️you are thankful 🙏🏼 for! If you get 0️⃣ back, sail 🔙 to England 🖕🏻🤮 If you get 5️⃣ back, you’ll be getting your corn 🌽 CREAMED 😋🥰. Get 🔟 back or more, and the 🙀 BIGGEST, 🙀 GIRTHIEST, BLACK⚫️ FRIDAY 🍆 COCK 😱 is CUMMING 💦YOUR WAY AT MIDNIGHT 🙀😍🙀😍🙀😍

Hm.

...that was... enough of the forums, tonight, he thought, if he was getting private messages like that. Megatron very quietly signed out, and then turned his datapad off.

..and set it face down, for good measure.

[hyuuukais]

hello love! i am here with my ✨happy thing✨ for last week… nd ermmm i had a few things actually

my work bestie came back from vacation so we got to slack off tgt all week

i got some packing done for the move

and i had 3 gf’s for national gf’s day 😋 (shout out to annie, kai, and u - love u guys forever mwah 😽💐)

really the majority of the week was actually either mundane or pretty tough but it’s the little things that count ig :)

as always ily 💞‼️+ i hope you are having a wonderful day 🩵

me when i answer late

yay for work besties!! and for getting some packing done!! ur doing amazing <3<3<3 hehehe the best gf for national gfs day 🥰🙂‍↕️

shoutout to the little things for keeping us sane fr fr.. hugging u and hugging u and hugging u!! i hope this week has been good to you, and ilysm!! 💙💙💙

[screampied]

squirt nation leader 🫡🫡🫡 what's going on ‼️‼️‼️

HELLOOOO 🔥🔥🔥🔥

we r currently dying m on my cycle and it’s hell IHATEEEE IT. these cramps will be the end i fear 🤏 but it’s weird bc whenever m on my cycle it makes me more motivated to write … whatever that means 👯‍♀️

but nothing, i had the day off today but go back to work tmr n i have a piercing appointment tomorrow WOOOOOO. i’m gonna see the inside out movie w a friend n ppl r saying its sad so im kinda scared bc 💔💔💔 BUT WE R GOOD. i miss toji so much probably gonna go back to the mechanic toji brain rot n see what we come up with heh 💏

[jade-of-mourning]

okay sorry hi I know I just sent you an ask about my cat being alive but you’re like,, my favorite internet stranger so I thought you should know. I calmed down a little bit and read your response to my fourteen page ask

IM SO HAPPY I HYPE YOU UP‼️‼️ I love being peoples’ hypeman and you’re like,,, awesome so that’s super cool. don’t rush yourself but if you’re feeling pumped to share I will be your #1 fan. I’m probably gonna finish a little 4+1 thing and post it to my blog as a little grand reveal as snailon if that’s cool :3

ALSO I’m so happy you posted the cat thing on ao3 it was really nice and super well written and thank you for the suggestion! the cat is being washed thoroughly right now and I am on guard duty of the bathroom door. he was (we guess) stuck in the sewage of the construction sight beyond the wooded area behind our house.

SO MORE LOK THOUGHTS

you exactly caught my vibe (again) when you mentioned the insane repression mako and bolin are doing in canon. I honestly think there’s nothing more than elevator music behind bo’s eyes in canon because if the creators allowed anything else it would solely be The Horrors and they needed someone on that godforsaken team to be emotionally available and somewhat happy. and try as he might, mako will always be uncontrollably feral. I know by b4 he just has an all out brawl every morning fighting to get his hair presentable. give up and be the scraggly, strange detective that somehow knows everything that you were always meant to be.

which, for the record, is not to say I like his hair. I want him to grow it out more so he stops looking so fucking dumb with his stupid pointy ass hair (I really really really hate mako’s hair) but I also think it would grow out kind of wavy/curly which. yeah. I will be coming back to this later when I yap about avatar mako btw.

also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE write mako absolutely losing his shit he 100% so much deserves that. he cries maybe once yearly and it is scheduled so I think he should get to murder y’know. just a little bit. he’s just a girl (insert sad coquette hamster)

makos hand being fucked up is the Vision. you understand so much. the gloves are so suspicious (the same way the shirt-on-at-the-sauna is in the comics. i see you, you little transmasc) and going off the logic of the last ep that with enough charge/consistency, lightning output can scar/mangle the exit point of the bender so. mako learning to use his bending mostly on his own fucking up and rocking his own shit until zolt shoves someone over to go clean up the rookie cause finding someone new is a pain. of course it’s a patch job (as you mentioned everything for them would be) so I imagine it’s like. pretty mangled. like stuff just slightly out of place, lots of raised skin and discolored patches and generally like uncomfortable to look at. I’d bet (like you said) bolin is really the only one he’d trust to see his hands unless makorrasami became like. a thing.

also if you have any,, fic recs,, I would be very not opposed,,,,,

OKAY OKAY SO AVATAR MAKO THOUGHTS. I’m actually going insane about this au.

so for 1: this idea was mostly a silly little ha-ha but imagine raava gets really fucking confused being in their first ever mixed kid and just. skips right back to air after mako. would that not be the funniest shit ever. like the earth kingdom would already be pressed that their go was a mixed kid who was a criminal firebender for the first bit of his life, but imagine how the FIRE NATION feels having their avatar “skipped over” because mako (again, CRIMINAL FIREBENDER) was technically a fn avatar.

and this keeps happening. more mixed kids. mixed kids out of the cycle ordered pairs become avatar. raava gets fucking lost. everyone loses track of whose element is next and world leaders everywhere are sobbing. mako would be so very pleased with himself. he and the half-avatar water tribe person would be clinking together glasses of alcohol in heaving and watching it all go down.

I was also thinking about this half-avatar playing a role in mako’s journey. They would be roughly fifteen years younger than the gaang, so it would make sense for them to still be alive (since raava could return to aang and still maintain them well enough) during mako’s era. do you think they could take on a mentor or distant relative role for mako? maybe being half-avatar would make them the world’s only dual bender, and they would understand mako’s struggle with wielding more than one element in a way no one else would be able to. bonus points if the styles they maintain are either earth and fire or the ‘opposite’ elements (like air+earth/water+fire—water+fire would be good to use to teach balance and that fire is not only to harm but to nurture, and that water parallels it as not only to nurture but to harm)

and that brings me to my third thought; both avatars followed in series have had a conflict or struggle with their bending. aang had to learn the other three types of bending—his conflict was finding teachers. korra needed to find it in herself to flow with the winds of airbending. but copying korra would be lame. so what’s mako’s conflict?

there’s where my pitch comes in (and kind of the point of the half-avatar); mako figured out how to use air, earth, and water as well as he uses fire (if with less refinement) within maybe a week (if that) of being discovered as the avatar. he’s a scraggly street kid used to clawing at what he can get and holding on tight: being discovered means he doesn’t have a particular reason not to make use of the other elements if need be, so he figures out how.

but the key words there are if need be. he absolutely can lift a chunk of earth five times his size, or entirely soak a full grown adult in pond water, or slap someone around with a strong gust of wind or power a building for a month with a bolt of lightning. will he be doing any of this? no. not unless his or bolin’s lives or livelihoods are threatened. mako’s struggle is that outside of life-or-death combat? he’s about the same as a nonbender. because bending has always been a risk—a life threatening and life ending risk—and one he isn’t willing to take unnecessarily. his journey is learning that bending can be used for more than harm or to enforce fearful order.

fourth and kind of final thought for avatar mako for now—he’s the earth avatar in this, but he looks very fire nation in canon (at least, my understanding of ‘fire nation’ v ‘earth kingdom’ features) so I was thinking, the avatar represents the four nations (kind of five now if we’re counting republic separately) (oh my god new thought what if there was an rc avatar ‘whose avatar is it’ ‘air by my guess’ ‘nah it’s republic city’s turn now’ ‘how does that even make sense? their blood is of the four nations.’ ‘I don’t make the rules man. ask the spirits, they’re right there.’) but they always look like the nation they’re from so. what if all the avatars look a little mixed but just lean heavy into native. so mako looks like a mixed kid already (though I’d make him more ek—will specify in a sec) but then just gets more mixed from. everywhere. but it’s not even generalized like,,, he looks like he’s from specific subcultures the last avatars came from. earth part looks kyoshi even though his dad wasn’t from the island. fn part looks like caldera city even though mom wasn’t. air—less noticeable, but he looks like aang, in a way. very temple-kid-y and less nomad-y. if that makes sense. and I’d say water part is kuruk but there’s also the ‘avatars look like their past life’s lover’ so. katara (ADDING TO THE PARALLELS IM GOING INSANE)

so this is the part where I elaborate on the ‘more earth kingdom’ part of mako’s design in my head. this also is part of the avatar-looking-like-lover thing. so ek complexions are pretty ranged, but a good deal of them are darker skinned. mako’s pretty fair, but I propose as a kid whose dad is white-brown (he’s an Italian farmer boy who tans heavy and he looks brown) and is also white-brown when I spend too long outside (ten minutes) in the summer; mako who tans so quick into a more typical dark ek tone. also bolin is darker because he deserves melanin. he gets to keep gold eyes cause they’re cool but I propose.. heterochromia!!! green/gold, could be some grayish/blue? js an absolute melting pot in there. then I associate ek with less pronounced but boxier facial structure, so either his face stays like,,, long, and is softer or stays sharp and is boxier like bolin’s. honestly prefer the first one but both are neat. also hooked nose. I don’t make the rules. katara also has a hooked nose btw it’s real I saw it.

also mako and katara have the same glare (sokka told me) and they scrunch their faces up like little carbon copies of each other when they’re focused. by the way I love to parallel the shit out of katara and mako can you tell,,

I just realized I wrote a longpost length ask. I’m so sorry.

I think I had something else to say but it’s getting late and it’s a school night 4 me so I’ve gotta get to sleep.

rest well! your favorite anon,

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ah hello sorry for the extremely late response snailon!

I honestly think there’s nothing more than elevator music behind bo’s eyes in canon because if the creators allowed anything else it would solely be The Horrors

tbh you're so correct about this. let bolin have Feelings, 2024!!! (i find it so interesting that the general consensus is that bolin is more well-liked by the lok fanbase, but mako's fans are deep in the trenches whereas it's a lot harder to find active bolin fans. i stay forever respectful of the even fewer of them out there. not entirely sure how to articulate it, but yeah. bolin deserves better both from canon and the fanbase and one day i'll have to deconstruct his entire existence because he's just a fascinating creature who represents sort of a paper cutout of a stereotype

which, for the record, is not to say I like [mako's] hair. I want him to grow it out more so he stops looking so fucking dumb with his stupid pointy ass hair (I really really really hate mako’s hair)

HAHA that's valid. tbh i'm pretty neutral towards it; i like s1-s3 hair better than s4 hair because while i think that mako's poor attempt to comb himself into some semblance of Proper Society is pretty accurate to his character, i'm just not a big fan of it (though the fact that it looks bad is probably a further testament to his character never finding proper integration into society)

he’s just a girl (insert sad coquette hamster)

again. coughing at the essay i'll never finish writing on this. (okay off topic but i really really love transfem mako so much but also just fem mako in general and i need to put this out into the world. early lok fandom was on a seriously good kick when they were all drawing and writing lesbian makorra is my confession. mako being a girl makes my brain whirr)

also if you have any,, fic recs,, I would be very not opposed,,,,,

fic recs list i've written up but there's a lot of other good ones out there. immediately off the top of my head, people whose writing on mako i really like in general include slacktension (incredible author & artist from original airing with a mako voice of all time and great character dynamic exploration), rockingthegraveyard (best mako & bolin dynamics), wastetimeandtype (i especially like their casual ship fics and they made me an accidental fan of huan/mako), deerstalkerdeathfrisbee (wuko author but their mako voice is impeccable), bobtailsquid/steinbecks (another author from original airing whose writing style is just so poignant and accurate to character), themanofmanyhats, and velkynkarma. idk how you feel on makorra specifically but i confess, i accidentally really do like them and there's a lot of good stuff on ao3/ffn for them that i could share :P and i too am a fan of makorrasami but tragically, there's not a lot of that out there; however, all of old_and_new_friends' makorrasami works are fantastic. they're a multishipper who writes a lot of mako and very well, and while while i haven't read a lot of their fics because not all the ships speak to me, the ones i have read are all great. so yeah i'd suggest you take a look to see if there's anything there up your alley!

raava gets really fucking confused being in their first ever mixed kid and just. skips right back to air after mako. would that not be the funniest shit ever. like the earth kingdom would already be pressed that their go was a mixed kid who was a criminal firebender for the first bit of his life, but imagine how the FIRE NATION feels having their avatar “skipped over” because mako (again, CRIMINAL FIREBENDER) was technically a fn avatar.

okay this is actually so funny what LMFAO i didn't take into consideration that the avatar of the generation being from your nation is probably generally a point of pride and that mako's general existence is like,, the greatest possible insult to that in all the ways khsjdfbhfhsdbh i might have to casually include that in some outsider pov because the sheer comedy potential oh my god

do you think they could take on a mentor or distant relative role for mako?

i realize i probably didn't word it very explicitly in my initial explanation of this au, but what i actually meant was that raava couldn't leave the non-aang host entirely until their death because her presence was vital to their living. it's casually playing off the theory that yue was meant to be the water avatar, and so she was born sickly because of the absence of spiritual energy her destiny had intended for her — that raava's presence plays a role in the sustaining of her host's life. to sum up what i mean: raava is the vital life juice infused in the destined avatars. (roughly. it's been a while since i looked at this theory lol) therefore, while they continue to live independently of aang's actual death, raava can't move onto the next avatar until this not-avatar also dies. so they are very much dead as mako's immediate predecessor. but it's a great idea and i love that your brain thinks this way!

mako’s struggle is that outside of life-or-death combat? he’s about the same as a nonbender. because bending has always been a risk—a life threatening and life ending risk—and one he isn’t willing to take unnecessarily. his journey is learning that bending can be used for more than harm or to enforce fearful order.

oh interesting take. i can see that. in planning this au, i was thinking more among the lines of him only viewing bending other than fire to be a risk, and that he only ever figured out earthbending up until the point of where the story starts, but yeah i didn't really consider which element would be his block. he's honestly a pretty versatile guy in my opinion — i feel that he moves in a very airbender way (read: korra's spiral-motions in a leaf in the wind are meant to demonstrate her picking up mako's style of deflection, evasion, and waiting to strike), but his mannerisms are very earthbender in his stability in reality/rooted nature despite his lack of general stability in life. obviously he's got the firebender in him; i think he has a lot of pent up emotions and he generally represses them very well, but when it does get unleashed then he has a very typical-firebender explosive sort of manner. (i'm still adamantly against the take that he's a hotheaded no-thoughts raging firebender man though LMAO i don't understand how it's such a thing. sorry for the tangent. i'm resigned.) and for water, i feel it's adjacent to air in being less about head-on motions, and it's pretty reflective of mako's tendancies of roundabout-ness when it comes to matters of the heart. i don't really know how to articuate it but he has the most waterbender vibe. it's the katara so what i'm saying is that i don't really see him struggling with any of the elements in the way aang struggled with earth and korra with air, and you pose an interesting point. i'm not sure if your proposal would be in line with my current planning of this au, but it's still a really interesting idea that i'll mull over! it's a neat segway into the whole amon/equalists arc that i'd never cover but would still be set in the near future and i like the concept. thank you for sharing :)

but he looks very fire nation in canon

oh yeah i agree LOL i've seen edits of switching mako & bolin's eye colors (+ that iconic screencap from s1e2) and as much as it doesn't suit him i still stand by that he SHOULD'VE had green eyes and bolin gold. it's a small detail i've seen randomly included in a couple fics from way back when and it always makes my heart happy haha. i agree that lok dropped the ball in terms of portraying all the mixed families that exist in the series and that there was so much potential there, both with mako & bolin as main cast characters and background in the kataang kids (plus by proxy the airkids) — not just in the crossover of cultures, but just physical character design as well.

(also katara & mako parallels actually drive me crazy too lhfdhgksfjd)

(gonna be real dude by the time we finish feeding off of each other we're going to have oc-ified mako so much that he's not even from the legend of korra anymore)

i really love receiving your asks!! <33 but yeah this was a long one so it took a while to find the time to sit down & deconstruct into halfway cohesive responses. i'd love to chat about mako with u more in greater detail but it's a little bit tough with these longass askbox exchanges </3 i'll just put it out there — if you're comfortable, feel free to reach out to me from your main and we can talk through dms! and if not i'll always be happy to receive you in my inbox; just know that my responses will tend to be delayed because i have a lot going on in my life haha. it's lovely to hear from you again :)