#a bit of a srs answer i guess but yeah?? like

[eruverse]

Idk why people say aph russia has no "friends". In real life, russia is quite close with serbia, bulgaria, vietnam, india, many central asian countries etc.

Wouldn't he be quite close with these countries he literally saved their lives (India, Bangladesh, Vietnam) ? Idk why hima wrote him as having no friends.

Yeah, esp speaking as an Indonesian. We are good or at least neutral with Russia lol (and the whole former USSR for that matter). Not that we’re close or anything these days, as we were only a bit close during CW era aka when we flirted with communist block back then, but this means we don’t regard them as enemies or anything.

A bit tricky on Central Asians yes, simply because the relationship between colonies and their former colonizers are very complicated and you can’t put this into black or white gloves on just love and hate, friends or enemies, especially ones that are literal neighbors. Speaking as a former colony ourselves, but Indonesia has actual continental wide distances with its former colonial powers and this means we don’t need to interact with them on absolutely all aspects of life, but even without this we still deal quite a lot with for ex Netherlands, for cooperations and programs etc etc. For better or worse, you also can’t say that we absolutely hate the Netherlands, like ONLY hate and NO MORE, because 350+ years of history together means that whether we like it or not Netherlands has become an intimate facet of our life and our self. And even now, we still want to be friends with Netherlands, also bc our foreign policies are just like that tbh: we wish to be neutral or nice with everyone, with no enemies but no allies and all are partners.

What would happen then when you are literal neighbors? Your lives will be even more intertwined. Not even I know about the full extent of it tbh for obvious reasons. Not just the emotional aspect of it maybe, but absolutely everything else… the need to cooperate on a lot of matters, opportunities that arise from that, and the need to repress things bc you are dealing with stronger powers, the dependencies etc. It is all very complicated. Thus yes, “friends” in air quote, but not “enemies” either. More like partners.

(Also the reality of middling or weaker powers: you rly, rly need to watch your words and not just declare that some stronger powers are enemies or not friends lmao that would be lit suicide. Rly, I have to say this, but methinks the fact that most ppl in the fandom being Westerners aka ppl who come from a place of political and economical powers means that they rly have no idea how us weaker countries have to act and watch our words. Does that mean that weaker powers are only reluctant friends? Not rly! That depends on circumstances and is v complicated. But rly, know that us weaker countries have AGENCIES and AGENDA as well.)

And that’s irl. I’m on the opinion that while you can use irl as inspo (if it’s too different and one dimensional it’d be too jarring) ultimately fiction is fiction and you have certain creative liberties. I’m also one on the more light hearted side of Hetalia personally lol. Irl is tough enough, I don’t rly want my fun fandom life to be spoiled. To an extent, I also present my characters as individuals.

So yeah, methinks Vanya ofc has friends — some who genuinely like him and be around him, some who like him but wish for some healthy distance, some who are more meh but wish for certain opportunities that are hopefully mutual, some who are both annoyed a lot but also a lot fond. And one character could oscillate between these, lol.

[scorpioriesling]

Hear me out: (an x reader)

Liam, Ridoc and Dain.

Liam/Ridoc/Reader start with some #7 for celebrating.

Goes into a lil bit of #34 ofc cuz alcohol.

#34 plays into #13.

#13 turns into the other first year (whoever isn’t mackin on reader) doin a bit of #61.

Then Dain somehow catches them and they invite him in bc who doesn’t love a squad leader joining his fav first years ;)) with a bit of #68. He’s hesitant but he secretly loves it sooo.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. :)

Life Of The Party

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Pairing(s): Modern!Liam x Ridoc x Dain x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, smut

Summary: When attending a sorority party with your two roommates, you never imagined anything could go wrong -- but, how could it be so wrong if it felt so right?

SR’s Note: You guys are HUNGRY for these foursomes lmaoooo I love it. This is my first ever story with Dain... oof, let's see how that goes. I did change up a little, making it more of a modern-college-frat-roomie situation, and Y/N is in her sophomore year with Liam and Ridoc (let's pretend, here) while Dain is in his junior year. Other than that, enjoy some more smut involving our favorite men (; This uses prompts #7, #13, #34, #61, and #68! This is long, and took 3 days to write -- but on God, it might be one of my favorites of all time.

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Y/N, I already told you -- I do not want to go to Violet's party-"

"Oh come onnnn," you whined, sporting a pouty face when Liam frowned at you. "She's our friend, and it'll be really fun!"

Your tone isn't convincing enough.

"I just don't want to go through an entire night watching her and Xaden eat eachother alive-"

"Woah!" Ridoc exclaims, waltzing into the kitchen lazily. He scratched at his tousled hair, his eyes still widening from his slumber. "Who's eating who?"

Liam chuckled at your shared roomate, but you only rolled your eyes.

"Violet is throwing another party tonight," you explained, hoping that the mention of your shared friend would pique Ridoc's interest. "She said it's some kind of fundraiser for her sorority-"

"Ooh, yeah. Uh. I'm out." Ridoc holds up both hands in surrender, and you huff.

"What is it with you two and not wanting to go tonight?" You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's a party, for Christ's sakes -- I figured you of all people wouldn't want to miss that," you accuse, your eyes slicing to Ridoc.

"And you," you continue, zeroing in on Liam. "... wouldn't miss the chance to see your best friend. Isn't it obvious that Xaden will be there?"

Liam shrugs, his eyebrows raising as if he's considering the invitation.

"Yeah, he'll be there -- those two are connected at the hip," Ridoc starts.

"They're connected in more places than just that-"

"Ew!" You shout, covering your face with your hands. "Liam, that's disgusting."

Him and Ridoc howl in laughter as you work to get the mental image of your friend and her boyfriend being... well, connected.

"Anyways," Ridoc says, working to control his breathing. "What I was saying was that if Xaden is there, so is the rest of his frat." He shrugs as though he'd made up his mind.

"And, what's the problem with that?" You ask, brow raised. Before Ridoc can respond, Liam answers for him.

"You know those guys, Y/N -- the short one that tries to be everybody's friend... well, he's okay I guess."

"Sawyer?"

Liam nods. "Yeah, hes fine -- but the other ones, I mean... Bodhi, that freshman Aaric," he grimaces. "Their new VP? What's his name?"

"Dain." Ridoc says flatly, and Liam snaps his fingers before pointing at him.

"Right! Yeah, him." You huff a short laugh.

"I've never even met the guy before, what could be so-"

"Everything, Y/N." Ridoc responds lowly. "Everything, is so wrong with the guy."

You roll your eyes for what felt like the millionth time this evening.

"He isn't just the VP for their frat, ya know." Liam continues, and you slide your gaze to him. "He's the top of their class, apparently he's being considered for the class president role-"

"Okay, how do I not even know who we're talking about?" You ask.

Ridoc holds a flat hand just above his head. "About, this tall? Brown hair, tan-ish guy... I'm sure you've seen him around," he explains. You rack your brain, trying to think of anyone you'd seen on campus with that description. No one was coming to mind, which was concerning since you were sure you'd know someone just a year older than you with that kind of title.

"I don't know," you give up, and Ridoc drops his hand. "I thought their class president title was given to Imogen, anyway?"

Liam shakes his head.

"Nah, they wanted that asshole over her I guess." Ridoc remarks.

You frown. "What is it with this guy that you guys dislike so much?"

They both start talking at once.

Overbearing.

Controlling.

Know-it-all.

Entitled.

Douchey.

"Alright, alright -- I got it," you hold your hands up. "So what, this one person you don't like will be there, big deal."

"Big deal?" Ridoc's voice pitches. "This guy was the one responsible for Halloween last year -- and you remember how long it took us to clean all that up."

Your mind flashed to the memory. Your two roomates didn't live in a house with their fraternity, in fact, they didn't even really have one. Nonetheless, the Halloween prank war between all the fraternities didn't quite go in their favor last year...

...let's just say, they spent more time in the bathroom than you did for the following month. And your shower smelt heavily of eggs and fish.

"Waa waa, so what." You shrugged, and they both looked at you incredulously. "Is it so hard to ignore him? You both know we should be there to support Vi," you try reasoning with them. Liam sighs, running a hand over his face before looking at you solemnly.

"This is her first fundraiser, and she really wants us there."

Ridoc huffs, scratching his post-nap hair again.

"You know Jesinia will be there..." you tease quietly, and Liam's eyebrows raise.

"I'm in," he says immediately, and Ridoc scoffs.

"Dude -- you won't even talk to her until you're two beers in," he says, and Liam rolls his eyes.

"So? It is a party, won't they have-"

"No dude -- it's a fundraiser," Ridoc says slowly. "They won't provide any alcohol, since they're hosting. Sorority rules." He shrugs, and Liam groans.

"Okay -- just hear me out," you say, walking toward the fridge. You open it silently, and gesture to the half-empty boxes of various alcoholic beverages inside. Ridoc shakes his head, and Liam seems to weigh his options.

You stare pleadingly at the pair before Ridoc speaks again.

"Fine. We'll go. Only on one condition. We get plastered first."

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You stumbled out the front door, following after your friends as you headed for the sidewalk. Liam said something ahead of you, and Ridoc let out a rediculous laugh.

"W-what... are you guys talking about?" You grinned, and Liam looked over his shoulder at you.

Ridoc let out another chuckle, and the two of them glanced at eachother.

"Nothing, nothing." He mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

"You know, if Rhi were here, she'd torture the answer out of the both of you." Rhiannon, your third roomate, who was conveniently out of town this weekend visiting her family.

"Good thing she isn't," Ridoc says, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "You're stuck with us this weekend."

You look sidelong at him, giggling at the pink staining his cheeks. He'd chugged three Nutrls before you left, and Liam was in fact already twp beers in -- he shouldn't have any problem talking to his crush.

"Damn! She really decked the place out!"

Ridoc's voice faded as the three of you stalked closer to the soririty house, the music blasting through the wide-open front door. People loitered in the front lawn, enjoying their filled solo-cups while enjoying the nice weather and setting sun.

"Hey, I thought you said no alcohol?"

Ridoc shrugged at Liam's question as you crossed the street, making your way up the stone steps to the front door.

"Maybe it's soda."

A girl to your right laughed loudly, tripping over her own feet as she worked to regain her balance -- using the arm of male next to her, of course. Liam turned sharply, chuckling at his friend's incinuation.

"I can guarantee you... it isn't water, in those cups."

Once crossing through the doorway, you look around in amazement. Purple streamers, multicolored balloons, and silver glitter adorned the high ceilings and grand staircase of the sorority house. It looked like Elle Woods just threw up on the damned place -- if Elle Woods didn't wear pink, anyway.

"Guys!" You heard the familiar shriek of excitement, and you turned to see Violet bounding over to the three of you. She threw her arms around you, and you embraced her right back.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She looks to Liam, giving him a warm smile.

"Wouldn't miss it," Ridoc says sarcastically, and you elbow him in the ribs. Violet didn't seem to catch his tone.

"So -- what do ya think?" She asks, gesturing to the decorations and the people mingling under them. Liam nods, his eyes peering through the crowd surely in search of the brunette he fancied.

"It's... it's so cute, Vi. You did great," you muster, the effects of the single White Claw lightly clouding your brain. She looks to you again, her eyes wide.

"Can you tell what the theme is?" She asks, and you look around quickly. With all the random decorations, the mix of colors... you spot a blown up plastic snake in the corner, that looked similar to a pool floatie. Shake It Off blaring over the speakers didn't really help your mental state, either.

"Uhh... Taylor Swift?" You guessed. She laughed, tossing her head back.

"No! Silly," she mused, her words dripping with the effects of a drink or two herself. "It's Greek Mythology -- you know, because sororities are, greek?" She shrugs, and you paste on a knowing expression.

"Right! Right, I totally see it now." You didn't see it at all.

She pointed to the snake balloon. "See, this one is like that one goddess with the snake hair, and," she takes ahold of your arm, guiding you further into the foyer. You toss Ridoc an apologetic look, but he only chuckles at your predicament.

"...and I did purple for like, Atremis, ya know... oh, and the silver glitter for like, magic or whatever." You nod as though you understood her reasoning. Was she intoxicated when she came up with this plan?

She lead you into the kitchen, where you were greeted by more familiar faces. She eventually dropped her arm, rushing over to the back door as her boyfriend waltzed in, his posse behind him.

"Babe!" She squealed, running to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. You continued your conversation with Cat, another one of Violet's sorority sisters -- but your attention began to waver as each member of Xaden's frat followed through the door behind him.

Bodhi, of course, walked in and had girls flocking him immediately -- his polite smile and kind eyes were vaguely similar to his cousin's. Aaric, the freshman, followed after; he looked sky, but cute nonetheless.

And then... holy shit.

It may have been the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

"Yeah, so anyways -- Vi wants me at the booth out back, I'll catch ya later?"

You shake your head, trying to refocus on Cat as she left the kitchen island.

"Yeah... I'll... see ya..."

Fuck.

His toned arms were sun-kissed beneath the thin material of his tank, the clean white of the material only enhancing the contrast between skin and clothing. His hair looked so soft, swooping to the side and revealing his deep brown eyes--

"Might want to close your mouth, Y/N; you'll catch a fly."

You glare over your shoulder, Ridoc's body approaching behind you. You heard his mocking tone before you saw him, walking over with two pink cups in his hands.

"I wasn't..." you start to protest, and he reaches around you to put one in your hand. You swish the liquid around, discerning what he'd just handed you. Water.

"Oh for the love of God -- do not tell me you were seriously checking out--"

You ushed back against him, craning your neck as you held the back of your hand to his lips.

"Shh!"

He leaned in, taking your hand in his as he moved your arm back down to your side. His lips tickled as he spoke softly against your ear, his voice low.

"...Dain, Aetos."

You huffed, lifting the cup to your lips as Ridoc moved behind you, opting to sit on a clear space of countertop as he looked to you quizzically. You took a large gulp, the refreshing feeling a welcome one as opposed to the burn of the alcohol you'd consumed earlier.

"So?" You shrugged, and Ridoc shook his head slowly. "So what if I was?"

He chuckled, pincing the bridge of his nose.

"Just know, I wish you all the luck, Y/N." He says, his tone resigned. You roll your eyes, walking over to stand between his knees. He stares down at you, raising a single eyebrow.

"I don't need, your luck, Ridoc," you say, and his thumb and forefinger lightly grip your chin.

"You don't need, that," he says the word as though its poisonous, glancing toward Dain again. Your eyes follow, watching as he greets a few girls on his way through.

You look back up at your dark-haired friend, your eyes catching on a few strands that fall across his forehead.

"You have no idea, what I need."

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It'd been a pathetic hour that you roamed the house, talking with friends as you searched for Liam. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a orangey glow throughout the mansion. You dodged person after person, scanning for a certain face you were sure you wouldn't forget.

Did you want to run into him? Oh, yes. But what would you even say?

The thought made your stomach churn.

A stranger to your right brushed past you, uttering a giggly apology as htey continued on their way. Many of the partygoers seemed... more than happy, at that. Where were these people getting the goods?

"In the back!" Violet's voice rang through the hallway, her sing-songy tone ushering people outside. "The booth is in the backyard -- only a dollar!" She called, her face coming into view as more people filed through the kitchen and out into the sun.

She grasped her arm when she found you, her eyes glazed. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at your cup, noticing the emptiness of it.

"You don't look like you're having enough fun," she comments, and you shrug.

"It's a great fundraiser, Vi," you assure her, and she chuckles.

"Wanna drink?"

Now it's your turn to frown in confusion.

"I thought you weren't allowed-"

"We're not," she cuts you off. "But Xaden's frat brought a bunch of coolers -- they're in the back," she shrugs, and your face falls. This entire time, you could've been enjoying yourself more, and didn't know it?

She pats your arm once, then rushes off, ushering more people to the backyard. You round the corner and find Liam in the study, his unmistakable blonde hair glinting with the setting sun. Beside him stood Jesinia, smiling politely at something he was saying.

You didn't want to intrude, but... the girl looked like she might be grateful for it.

"Where the Hell did you get that?" You asked, looking at the Coors Light bottle in Liam's hand. He looked to you, a flash of annoyance and... something else crossing over his face before he answered.

Jesinia beat him to the punch, pointing at the door through the kitchen toward the backyard.

"Xaden and his bros brought them in," he said with a chuckle, glancing down at the poor girl when she didn't laugh with him. You swore, his dorkiness could only go so far -- and this, this was proof.

"Right," you said slowly, glancing over your shoulder and doing a double take when you watched a familiar white tank top saunter through the open door. Liam laughed, lightly shoving your shoulder.

"Hmmm, I see she's taken a liking to Dain Aetos," he dawls, and you glare at him. Jesinia only shrugs, chuckling as you smile knowingly at her.

The three of you are interrupted as a strawberry blonde approaches, leaning into the doorframe as he stares directly at Jesinia.

"Hey, Jes -- play flip cup with me?" He asks, and her cheeks pinken at his request. Nonetheless, she gives Liam a polite nod before joining the new male, leaving the two of you in the study.

Liam tips his bottle back as he watches her walk away, the guy's hand resting on her lower back.

You glance up at him, and he only shakes his head lowly.

"Fucking Sawyer," he grumbles. "Maybe I don't like the guy much."

You place a comforting hand on his upper back, rubbing back in forth comfortingly. His back muscles flex beneath the thin fabric of his black tee, and he looses a long breath.

"Come onnnn; let's go get you a drink."

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You'd managed to snag and finish two more drinks before Ridoc caught up with you again -- all the while, avoiding Dain.

"Make a move on your new little crush yet?" Ridoc taunts, and you smack his shoulder.

"No," you say assertively, and he grins down at you.

"She's being a chicken." Liam says, glancing around the full yard over the rim of his cup. You glower at him.

"I am not -- I just... would rather have better conditions to meet him for the first time." Your cheeks flush. A cropped graphic tee and jean shorts didn't exactly scream "fuck me, please"!

Ridoc snorts. "Like, what, in a wedding dress?"

Liam laughs, Ridoc following right along. You roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Why don't you guys leave me alone? Go figure out what those tables are for or something." Their eyes catch on the long white pop-up tables, adorned with a pie at every folding chair. Liam shrugs, tossing his can in a nearby bin before heading that way.

You thank God when Ridoc follows.

"Y/N!"

You hear Imogen's voice over the crowd, and your eyes search for her bright pink hair. When you find it, you start making your way toward her -- next to the kissing booth.

"Listen, Gen, I understand why, but, I'm straight."

She laughs, leaning against the wooden frame that Cat sits behind. She looks miserable, biting on the edge of her solo cup as she sits there.

"No no, not for me," Imogen assures, gesturing to Cat. "My friend here hasn't peed in two hours, andddd since I can't find the other girls, I was hoping maybe you could cover?"

Your brows shoot up, and Cat widens her eyes.

"Please, Y/N -- just for a minute, I really gotta go," she pleads. You look around the backyard, searching from person to person.

You try to ignore the way Dain's muscles flex when he tosses a beanbag.

"Why can't Sloane do it?" You point to the freshman, standing shyly near the entryway to the kitchen.

"Because freshman aren't allowed to run the booths," Imogen says sternly. The idea of sitting here, waiting for some gross guy to come up and pay for a kiss? Gross.

You glance to her again. "Why not Vi?"

Imogen snorts. "Really? You think Xaden Riorson is letting any other man put his mouth on her?"

You shrug in agreement. "Why not you, then?"

She levels a hard stare at you. "I've already done my time with fundraiser booths. No thanks."

You huff. "I'm not even in this sorority-"

"Pleeease," Cat begs, her eyes as round as saucers. "It's just a few minutes, and I've barely had anyone all night." She assures, and you groan in defeat.

"Ughhh, fine." She excitedly slips from behind the booth, and you shuffle to take her spot. She scurries toward the house, and Imogen slaps a hand on the wooden frame once.

"It'll be fine," she reassures. "I think Cat's only made like, five bucks all night."

You sigh, glancing out at the lively scene around you. You spot Ridoc in his red jacket, talking with a redhead near the pie table. Liam is near the cooler again, rummaging through for surely another beer.

"Are you open?"

Your gaze fixes on the male before you, and your breath catches in your throat.

You open your mouth to answer, but it just hangs open. No sound comes out.

"It's... one dollar right?" Dain asks, sitting on the short stool on the other side of the booth. You force your mouth closed -- don't want to catch a fly, right? -- and nod, swallowing hard.

Dain nods once, a light smile playing on his lips as he tears his gaze from yours and moves to take out his wallet. He rifles through it, his long fingers filing between receipts, cards...

Ugh, his hands.

"Shoot, well, I only have a five," he says, his gaze finding yours again. He pulls it free handing it to you. You take it, glancing at the money jar behind the counter to find only a couple of bucks.

"I-I don't have, change," you stutter, and he chuckles.

"Guess I'll just have to redeem all five then — your boyfriend isn’t mad that you’re doing this?”

Your brows knit, and fully furrow when Dain motions to Ridoc.

“He’s absolutely not my boyfriend.” You scoff.

Dain grins.

“Good.”

He leans in immediately, pressing his lips to yours. You don't have time to react as his mouth moves against yours, the kiss feeling like five minutes and only thirty seconds at the same time. When he pulls back, he smiles at you -- his teeth impossibly white.

You blush as he pushes a hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"Four more to go."

You nod, a dorkish grin spreading across your face as he stands. He licks his bottom lip, waving to someone behind him as they call him over. He leans in one more time, speaking while staring you right in the eyes.

"But, we have all night."

With that, he grins and walks off, leaving you flustered and hot and ... everything, all at once. Your chest heaves, the weight of what just happened settling in.

You look across the yard, realizing everyone also just saw that happen.

But, no matter where you look, you only find one pair of deep brown eyes glaring back at you.

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"Pie time!"

Violet annouces with a clap of her hands, and the crowd gathers before the tables as men from Xaden's frat take their seats.

"I mean, I'm glad you like someone but... him?" Ridoc chastizes, shaking his head as the two of you join the herd.

You scoff. "Ridoc, what is this obsession over Dain Aetos? I mean, really." You ask, and he takes a long swig from his can.

"The guy is just an ass, and thinks he's better than everyone. At everything."

"One more spot!" Xaden calls, motioning to the chair before him. "Somebody come claim it! Only five bucks!"

"And that bothers you...?" You continue, watching as Ridoc's face shifts into a mask of cool calm.

"It bothers me because he isn't better. At anything." He hands you his canister, breaking through the crowd as he makes way for the table. He holds up a $5 bill.

"Ridoc! What are you-"

"I'll take it," he annouces, reveling in a the cheers sounding around him. You shake your head, watching as Xaden takes his cash and then ties his hands behind his back. He smiles cheekily at you, and the male sitting next to him follows his line of sight.

That's when Dain Aetos' eyes meet yours once more.

"3...2...1... go!"

The thoughts that filled your mind were... unholy.

Your eyes were glued to Dain, watching as his face devoured the pie before him. His tongue, stained by the red berries inside, swooped out and into the pie as he feasted on it, licking around the indention he'd made with his teeth.

Gods, his lips had tasted good. Better yet, he still had four more this evening to go.

In your hazy, lust-stricken gaze, you found yourself almost distracted, your eyes catching on the dark head of hair next to the handsome male.

Your mouth watered more, despite your inner protests.

Ridoc was your friend, one of the best at that -- however, your mind began to race watching him nise-deep in the pie tin. The obscene sounds of slurping and sucking didn't help either.

Mental images raced through your head, each one sending more and more flurries through your lower stomach.

Ridoc's lips on yours.

The feeling of Dain's hands on your body while you kissed.

Ridoc over top of you, kissing over your neck and chest.

Dain pulling down your soaking panties.

Ridoc sliding his rough fingers into your wet cunt.

Dain's tongue on your clit as he ate you out.

Ridoc's forearm across your waist, holding you down as you cried out for him-

"Y/N!"

You snapped out of your daze, realizing how far you'd gone into it. Your best friend appeared before you, his shit-eating grin telling you all you needed to know.

"I won, Y/N! I told ya I could," he smirks, his mouth stained a deep pink. You chuckle, watchign as he wiped his lips across the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Proud of you," you tease, and he slings an arm over your shoulders. His scent of freshwater and sage wafted in -- you'd never pondered how good he smelled.

"Let's get you another drink, to celebrate."

* ✧･ﾟ: *

You were happy to blame the alcohol for the situation you were in.

Somehow, Violet had convinced you to join the large group game called Medusa -- one you'd never played before. However, all the singles were urged to play and had to pay $1 for what Violet was selling as "the luckiest 10 rounds of your life".

You weren't too sure of that.

The game was simple; every one closed their eyes, and when Violet shouted Medusa, you opened them and looked at another person in the circle. If you locked eyes, you had to kiss -- if the person was not looking at you and instead looking at someone else, you simply waited for the next round.

"Okay everyone, eyes closed!"

Violet of course, wouldn't be participating.

"Medusa!"

You warily opened your eyes, your gaze locking on Imogen. She was looking elsewhere, and somehow, no one locked eyes this round.

"Ooh, okay," Violet mused. "9 rounds left. Eyes closed!"

You obeyed, waiting for her call. Ridoc squirmed beside you, and you huffed in irritation.

Irritation for his movements, and potentially because a certain third year was not participating also.

"Medusa!"

You'd gone three more rounds after that, and by round five someone finally made eye contact with another person. In round eight, Cat and Aaric looked at eachother before he leaned in, pressing his lips to her quickly.

"One I didn't have to pay you for," he smirked, and Cat shoved his shoulder.

"Hush it, freshman."

The next round, your eyes found Liam -- he of course, was not looking at you. You followed his line of sight, straight to Jesinia of course.

But, she was looking at Sawyer.

And he, was looking at her.

The redhead smiled, leaning in and kissing the brunette as though he'd done so a million times. Liam's gaze grew cold, his brows furrowing as he gripped his beer tighter. You wished you could do something, make him feel better some how-

"Eyes closed! Last round!"

You closed your eyes, Ridoc sucking in a breath as he took in his friend's angered expression.

"Medusa!"

You felt Ridoc's eyes on you, burning into the side of your head -- however, your gaze was locked squarely on Liam.

And his, hard and vengeful, was looking right back at you.

Violet gasped, but Liam didn't say a word. In fact, he made a show of standing and walking over to you, not even daring to look sidelong at his crush.

When he was within mere inches of your face, he kneeled, pressing his torso between your parted thighs as you sat helplessly on the plastic folding chair.

"Liam, you don't have to-"

His lips crush yours in an instant, his mouth moving furiously with yours. The taste of his drink felt good on your mouth, even better when he slid his tongue past the seam of your lips. You nearly groaned when his hands found your cheeks, cupping your face with his caring touch so at odds with the way he was practically devouring you-

"Alright, alright. Damn."

Liam pulled away, his darkened blue irises peering up at you from the floor. You grinned, enjoying the view of his handsome face as well as the lingering feel of his mouth on yours. He chuckled, his hands falling from their position as Ridoc continued his brooding beside you.

"He didn't have to," Violet teased. "But, I think he wanted to." She giggled.

Yeah, you'd definately be blaming the alcohol tonight.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

10:07.

How was it already 10 o'clock at night?

You tipped back your cup, welcoming the water into your system once more. You were listening to Sloane, another freshman, drone on about her classes this semester as you worked to regain some sort of control over your body and mind.

The reminders of the last game you'd played though -- you couldn't surpress those.

It was wrong, thinking of your long time friend and roomate in such a way. Never had you been attracted to that blonde head before, but... tonight...

Shit.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab another box of the Coors!"

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, watching as the third year made his way toward the front door. You felt bad, abandoning Sloane this way, however... you wanted to follow him. You wanted to, but didn't at the same time.

You cut the blonde freshman off with a quick, drunken hug.

"Hey, I'll be right back, I'm so sorry-"

She shook her head, smiling at you.

"Go! Go, I'll catch up with you later."

You gave her a hazy smile before walking (as straight and fast as possible) up to and out of the front door, your eyes scanning the front lawn for that white tank.

Sure enough, there he was -- braced against the side of a huge black truck, reaching into the bed in search of more alcohol.

Bingo.

You walked over, coughing once and working to mask your face in cool indifference.

"Use some help?"

He turned at the sound of your voice, a smile instantly curling his lips.

"From a pretty girl like you?" He hopped off the back, abandoning the beer on the grass as he looked to you. "Anytime."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and he leaned against the side of the Ram.

"Do you have more you need me to-"

"Nah," he said, inching closer to you. His arms crossed over his chest, and you stared up into his deep brown eyes.

"I'd rather just take a minute and... talk,"

You arched a brow, offering to answer whatever he wanted to inquire about. It felt so natural, your conversation coming so easy with him -- that was, until Bodhi appeared in the front door and called to him.

"Dain! Beer? C'mon man," he shouted, and Dain waved him off.

"Guess I should probably take this back inside," he chuckled, leaning to reach for the heavy box. You absentmindedly reached for his arm, your hand bracing against his bicep.

He looked up, your pleading eyes on his face.

"Wait," you said, and he straightened. A small smirk tugged the corner of his lips up, and he stepped closer to you. So close, your chests touched.

"Hm?" He asked, his right hand slowly finding its way to your waist.

"I... uh," you stuttered. "You have four more left to-"

He pulled your waist to his, cutting you off with a kiss to your lips. Your breath hitched, drinking in every inch of his toned body pressed against yours. Both hands now rested on your hips, and your arms tangled around his neck to pull his mouth to yours. He broke away only for a moment, smiling down at you.

"Three."

He kissed you again, harder this time. His lips slid across yours, the sweet taste of whiskey rolling off his mouth and onto yours.

"Two."

You whimpered, parting your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth. He squeezed the exposed skin of your waist, groaning into your mouth as his hardening length made its presence known as it pressed against you.

"One."

He whispered the last word, not going in for more this time. You sighed, looking up at him.

"C'mon," you pleaded. "You still have one left-"

"I'm saving it," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I want to use it later."

He said it with such sincerity, the soft gaze sweeping over your face that you wished it were later already.

Oh God...

Your pussy clenched at the thought.

"I don't know how we've never met before," he started, shaking his head at you. "You're... not like, anyone I know."

You blushed again, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth.

"Well, I am a sophomore-"

His hands were off of your hips, sliding slowly down as his face fell.

"Wait -- what?"

"Your brow furrowed in confusion.

"What?" You asked. "Is that, an issue?"

He huffed a short sarcastic laugh.

"Uh, yeah," he said, staring at you as he backed up a step. "I'm... I mean, I'm the head of my class, and with the frat -- you know we're not allowed to get involved with girls outside our year."

You rolled your eyes.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

He picked up the box, heaving it onto his shoulder.

"Maybe, but it's the rules."

He started toward the house, and you followed behind -- your steps shaky with the aftereffects of the alcohol. Your head swam, thinking of any way that this situation could be worked around.

"Then why do Xaden and Violet get to be together?"

He sighed, slowing to walk beside you again.

"Because, he's the head of our frat. He doesn't have to follow the rules." He shrugged. "And, quite frankly, as his second in command, I'm more in charge of keeping freshman and sophomores in line anyways."

Your brow furrowed as you approached the front door.

"If you're the VP, why do you have to-"

"Because it's the rules, Y/N."

He walked inside, the light from the mansion bending around his tall frame. Anger welled inside of you -- what a stupid regulation they had. What did it matter to anyone that he was involved with someone only a year younger?

No matter the frustration, your heart still skipped a beat as you though of his touch once more.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

Your mind was a blur as you waded through the crowd in search of your roomates. You thought you spotted Liam, but realized it likely wasn't him. He was probably off brooding somewhere, you were sure. After all, you had passed Jesinia and Sawyer in the study, their mouths in a tango.

God, he was probably pissed.

Finally, Ridoc's familiar red jacket came into view across the yard as he stood talking with a few guys before a bonfire. You reached a hand up, preparing to wave him over.

"Ridoc! Hey-"

Your call was cut off by a gasp. Cold, fermented liquid doused the front of your shirt -- and a freshman girl stood before you in shock.

"Oh my God!" She squeaked. "I'm so sorry, I-"

You held up a hand, your lips pressed into a tight line.

"It's fine." You said, your words short and temper even shorter. Partygoers around you stopped to gawk, staring straight at your chest as the pink liquid soaked through the white fabric. You turned on your heel, embarassment creeping its way up your neck and across your cheeks as you stomped toward the house once more.

You'd ignored the sound of your name behind you, not even stopping to look as you angrily bounded up the stairs and made way for the upstairs bathroom.

The exhaustion of the night weighed heavily on you, and you really just felt like going home at this point -- but door after door, you grew increasingly frustrated as the bathroom was not where you remembered it to be from last time.

You groaned, angry tears pricking your eyes as a couple of seniors walked out of an empty bedroom, glancing pitifully at the front of your favorite tee. You turned around in frustration, the never-ending hallway not yeilding any sort of washroom.

Just then, an iron-grip closed around your arm and yanked you into the vacant bedroom.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

"Here," Ridoc said kindly, pulling you through the door and guiding you to sit on the bed. You obeyed, sitting on the plush mattress and glancing around the rather bare sleeping quarters. He moved before you, unzipping his jacket.

"How did you know this was vancant?" You asked, and he slid the material over his shoulders. His tan skin poked out beneath his own gray t-shirt, the arm holes straining around his biceps.

You tried not to stare.

He chuckled, his fingers hooking under the hem.

"Let's just say... I've been in here before," he winked, lifting his arms over his head and taking his shirt with them.

Holy fuck.

His abs flexed, the tattoos along his left side swirling over his hardened muscle. He sighed as he pulled the shirt completely off, balling it in his hand and extending it to you.

"Here," he said softly, his expression full of concern and ... something else. You silently took it from him, and he breathed deep before settling on his knees between your legs.

Just like Liam had.

No, you scolded yourself. Stop that.

You sat silently, staring down at the floor as he inched closer. His fingers reached for the edge of your own ruined shirt, his eyes asking permission before you nodded.

Yes. Please.

He slowly lifted your shirt, gently pulling it over your head as he sucked in a harsh breath. Goosebumps erupted over your skin, the cool night air coming in from the open window mixed with the way his eyes roved over your exposed top.

Your nipples hardened beneath your lacy bra.

His face inched closer to yours, his right hand pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I kiss you right now?"

His question came out strained, his voice gravelly as though he was holding back. Your eyes met his, ablaze with a fiery lust you'd never quite seen before.

You answered wordlessly again, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth as you nodded your reply.

Yes.

He pressed his lips against yours, the touch so gentle and at odds with his usually overecstatic, joyous attitude.

Neither of you moved, his lips stayed on yours and yours stayed on his. You reveled in the feeling, replaying every time you'd thought about this very inappropriate, very sinful thing.

Every time he left the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Every time he came home late, spending the evening with yet another female.

Every time he cooked breakfast shirtless.

Your panties grew wetter.

He breathed in deep, pressing up onto his knees to kiss you deeper. You leaned back slightly as his hands found the small of your back, pulling you into him as he finally continued the kiss. His soft lips glided on top of yours, the remaining taste of the sweet pie on his mouth a warm welcome.

Just when he swiped his tongue over your lower lip, asking for entrance did you pull back. Your eyes were wild when they met his.

"Ridoc... we can't, this... this is so wrong."

A look of defeat flashed in his eyes before being quickly replaced with something else. His hands caressed your skin, rubbing small circles on your back as he hovered closely to you.

"It doesn't feel wrong to me," he admits, his voice low.

You sigh, your hands draped over his shoulders.

"Tomorrow will be one Hell of a morning-after," you suggest, and he grins.

"I don't care. I'd take a million hellish morning-after's just to do this."

When his lips found yours again, it wasn't soft. It wasn't nice.

It was hungry.

Your hands tangled in his hair, and he groaned when you tugged lightly on it. Your hips moved along the edge of the bed, the growing ache in your lower belly near unbearable as his mouth continued to assault yours.

He seemed to take the hint, one hand moving from your back to press against the fabric of your jean shorts. He rubbed back and forth, his strong fingers pressing into your most sensitive spot.

You didn't care that the window was open. You didn't care that the door was unlocked. You moaned loud, the feeling sending what felt like champagne bubbles right up to your brain.

"Ridoc," you panted, grinding your hips into his touch. "More."

That's all it took.

He pushed you back onto the bed, laying you flat across the plush duvet as he rose, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off along with his shoes. He worked on you next, unzipping your shorts and then hooking his fingers through your beltloops, removing the garment in less than a minute.

"Please," you begged, and he chuckled darkly at you.

"Don't beg," he teased, settling on his knees once more. His breath was warm against your thighs, but his touch was cold as he placed a small kiss to the inside of your left one. "Not yet."

Your mind flashed back to the pie contest, his face smeared with the berry filling, the sounds he made as he ate--

None of that, compared to this.

"Oh my God," you squeaked, your hand finding a fistful of his hair as he licked up your folds. His tongue worked, swirling mercilessly through your folds as you clenched around nothing. You sucked in breath after breath, your head falling back in pleasure as he continued eating you out. The way his lips roved and sucked, his nose nudging your clit with the movement; fuck, it was electrifying.

Your gaze lifted as you heard the doorknob turning, a jolt of fear running through you. Ridoc only paused a moment, looking over his shoulder as the door opened slightly. Your eyes met the wide blue ones you were so familiar with, and his jaw dropped.

"What the fuck-" he muttered, unable to tear his gaze away from your body. He unashamedly looked you over, not moving into or out of the room.

"Liam, please-"

You were cut off with a whine as Ridoc shoved his forefinger and middle inside of you, your face contorting in pleasure. He smirked, looking at his friend once more.

"Ahhh, come on man -- you know you don't want to go back downstairs."

Liam watched, looking almost horrified as Ridoc continued fingering you. The small squeaks coming from you must have propelled him inside, as he quickly crossed the entrance and shut the door. He sat down his glass on the nightstand, his eyes taking in the scene before him.

Ridoc set a punishing pace, curling his fingers inside of you every time he pulled out and re-inserted them.

"Oh God," you whined, and Liam quietly walked around the other side of the bed. He sat behind you, awkwardly for a moment, just watching. Your fingers found your nipples, pinching hard as you toyed with your boobs in front of the two men.

"Seems like you have a little problem," Ridoc taunted, and you arched off the bed a bit. Your gaze foudn Liam sitting behind you, upside down, yes, but you didn't miss the tent in his pants.

No going back now.

"Liam," you whined, feeling your impending orgasm nearing its peak. "I want to cum."

He sucked in a short breath, leaning over on the bed and pressing his lips to yours once. You moaned into the kiss, queaking as his large hands found your breasts and squeezed.

His voice was a mere growl as it found your ear.

“Let me help you with that.”

"Oh fuck!" You chanted, the feeling of Ridoc fingering you and now lapping at your clit almost too much -- especially with the way Liam pinched and rolled his thumbs over your hardened peaks.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming-"

You unleashed your orgasm with a sigh, your quivering hole clenching around Ridoc's digits over, and over, and over again. Your abdominal muscles flexed and unflexed, the feeling of Liam's hands cupping your boobs made you want more.

Before you could think too long about it, Liam was sliding off the bed behind you, his gentle hands guiding you to lie flat on your back. You did as such, submitting to whatever he gave you.

It turns out, he wanted something from you.

Your head hung over the edge of the bed, and your gaze found the floor. Liam hovered over you, the distinct sound of his jeans zipper cut through the otherwise quiet room before his fingers gripped your chin.

He tapped his hard cock on your lips once, twice -- groaning when you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat. His fingers pumped his dick above you, before guiding it into your wide mouth.

Fuck.

You garbled around his thick length, the sheer size of it forcing your throat to open wide. He shoved all the way in, his pelvis meeting your nose before he pulled out, and pushed back in, slowly fucking your mouth.

"So fucking good baby,"

You blushed at the praise, your head still swimming with the effects of the alcohol you'd consumed. In the back, you could hear Ridoc's soft praises as he fisted his own cock at the sight.

"So pretty, taking dick down your throat."

Your pussy clenched at his words.

Liam continued thrusting, only slowing when his dick began to lurch. He was close, and you could feel it.

"Fuck -- oh fuck," he chanted, ramming his cock down your throat before halting. He breathed heavily as cum sprayed your throat, his release bittersweet as you swallowed it.

"Mmm yes... swallow all of it."

You do as your told, gulping down the last remnants of his seed before he yanks his cock from you. Gasping for air, your mind swims. Lifting your head up and regaining focus is a monumental task -- and before long, Ridoc is trading places with his roomate.

"Hands and knees, gorgeous."

His rough tone sends a shiver down your spine, but you obey. You lean forward, ass up and pussy spread to Ridoc behind you. Liam appeared before you, leaning onto the bed once more before fisting your hair in his hand. You whimpered, and felt the unmistakable tap of Ridoc's length on your ass cheek.

"Gonna take all of me? Like the good girl you are?"

All you could do was nod, unable to look back at him. Liams fingers toyed with your breasts, his other hand still gripping your hair tight. Your mouth fell open as Ridoc pushed in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was seated at the hilt.

"OH-"

You cried out when he retracted, slamming back into you at full force.

"Fuck, babe -- perfect pussy," he praised, his rough pace already causing a weakness in your knees. Liam licked his lips, his fingers trailing lower toward your aching clit.

"Please -- oh fuck, yes Ridoc," you chanted, lurching forward with every sharp drive he gave you. Your eyes rolled back as Liam found your clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

"What... the Hell... is going on here?"

Your eyes shot open at the tone, your cheeks immediately pinkening in shame. Ridoc nor Liam let up, still rubbing and thrusting into you as though Dain Aetos wasn't standing in the doorway.

"D-Dain.... oh fuck," you groaned before meeting his gaze. His brows narrowed as he took in the scene, though he didn't leave the doorway. "P-please, it's not what it-"

"What it, what, looks like?" He scoffs incredulously. "Because to me, it looks like you're fucking your non-boyfriend, or, boyfriends? Maybe?" He shakes his head, his eyes not so subtly tracing over your form.

Your mouth twists as Ridoc hits a particularly sensitive spot.

"Correction," he says, finally adressing the junior. "We, are fucking, her." He chuckles. "And, no, we're not her boyfriends."

Dain shakes his head again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look, I don't give a fuck what you all are. But, I swear to God, everyone can fucking hear you through that window-" he gestures to the open window, moonlight pouring in.

Liam pinches your clit, and you squeal.

"See?" He throws his hands up. "Everyone can fucking hear you."

"Why don't you come shut her up then?" Liam asks, taking on a tone you'd never heard before.

"Yeahhh," Ridoc agrees, his fingers gripping the meat of your ass. "You're the VP here -- teach her a lesson."

Dain sighs, stepping into the room and locking the door behind him.

"I fail to see how this is a good idea," he hesitates, but nonetheless stalks closer to the bed. You peer up at him, your rounded glassy eyes only sending a rush of blood straight to his cock.

"P-please, Dain," you beg, biting your lower lip. "You still... oh," you pause, feeling Liam's fingers rub your clit. "Y-you still have... one more..."

"Oh, I'm well aware." He grumbles, his fingers wrapping around the base of your throat as he squats before you. At eye level, he's even more devastating. He leans in, kissing your lips timidly before backing away, studying you with uncertainty.

"Come onnn," Ridoc pants, egging him on. "I know you want to -- you've been undressing her with your eyes all night."

Dain sighs, his tongue running along his bottom lip before he rises. He unbuckles his belt, letting it fall to the floor before sliding down his jeans. His cock springs free, slapping against his pelvis. He takes it in his hand, rubbing his fingers up and down the length.

"There you go -- now, show her how to be quiet." Liam urges.

Dain steps forward, his darkened eyes meeting yours as he guides his cock to your awaiting mouth. He slides it past your lips, shuddering when you swirl your tongue around the tip.

"Shit," he groans, his hand finding your jaw as he pushes in further. You gag as he stuffs your mouth, reveling in the way he throws his head back in pleasure.

He syncs with Ridoc, his cock pushing down your throat with every thrust Ridoc drives into you. You're moaning, the sound strangled around Dain's dick as he continues fucking your mouth, slow and deliberate.

"Shit, I'm fucking close-"

Ridoc drives in harder, his cock rubbing your g-spot before he bursts inside of you. His warm seed paints your walls white, pushed further inside as he delivers a last few, languid strokes. You clench around him as you find your own release, the fire in your lower abdomen burning hotter than it did the first time you came.

Liam sighs beside you, abandoning your pussy as he makes to rise off the bed. You groan at the sudden loss of Ridoc inside of you and Liam's fingers on your clit, the primary focus now being on Dain and his jerking cock. He growls as he fucks your face faster, his eyes studying your arched back and rounded ass as he drives himself in.

"Fuck sweetheart," he grumbles, his hand cupping your chin as he fucks your face with fervor. "This is what happens when you don't follow the rules, gonna get me in trouble-"

He pull shis cock from you, his hand pumping it before your face as you realize his impending release. You look up at him innocently, laying your tongue out flat for him. He moans, loud and clear, before semen shoots from the head of his cock, painting your face white with each ejaculation.

He breathes heavy, working to come down from his high while the other two quietly dress and make to leave the room. You continue to stare, flashing him an unabashed, drunken grin.

"Maybe I'll break the rules more often, then."

* ✧･ﾟ: *

The Morning After

[therewillbenoromance]

ETHAN'S ECCENTRIC ELECTRONIC EMPORIUM: AN INTRODUCTION

hello!! you can call me ethan and apollo. mutuals can call me mind. but honestly idc much. call me a slur [i've been called worse /ref]

i use he/it. formatting wise don't mix and match in the same sentence. like use he in one sentence and it in the next if it makes sense. please and thank you trans man + some sort of sexuality. who knows what i like. not i

mind fictionkin and dog kin

i am a minor!

not answering donation asks! :[

feel free to use any of my art as a pfp, just make sure to credit me [and don't steal or repost it!! that's a loser move!!] also feel free to tag me in tag games. i might not always respond because sometimes don't have time to do it when i see it then i forget. but they're fun so yeah tag me i'm a jashshipper!! if you don't like it don't follow, and/or block all the cjshipping tags. peace and love you can send in art requests!!! i'll try my best to get to them. no nsfw obviously. outside of that i will literally draw anything [but. Maybe try to stay within chonny jash related requests. i'm 99 times more likely to do it if it's chonny jash related] my time zone is EST/EDT, so be aware that if you expect a quick response for anything sent at like 4am, i can assure you that is not what you will get

here's my strawpage!! [keep in mind i regularly forget to check the gimmick inbox thing so. uh. yeah]

anyways. onto the other things people put in these. possible eyestrain warning at the bottom for userboxes, i guess

INTERESTS

ok. i am a chonny jash centric blog but i'm also very multifandom. i like a lot of things. in order of what comes to mind [ha], my main interests that'll be what's mostly seen here are chonny jash [duh], will wood, ut/dr, homestuck, rain world, my chemical romance and stomach book

some other things i enjoy are lemon demon, cult of the lamb, miraculous [don't @ me i know it's shit /j], sonic the hedgehog, tmnt, jekyll and hyde, sanders sides, cattails, dsaf, dialtown, regretevator, hamilton, the glass scientists, mlp, the stanley parable, and probably a lot more. essentially, if i reblog something related to it, you can assume i have at least some interest in it

UUH. ME

yeah i dunno how to put this in normally without it feeling janky. here's my fursona or something sorry not sorry for being a furry freak

sniles so sneetly at you

MISC INFO

i'm diagnosed with adhd and am self-diagnosed with autism, though there could be more neurodivergencies hidden somewhere in there. hidden in the sand perhaps [also i'm low empathy . so. yeah]

my favorite characters ever are mind [cccc] [obviously], dirk strider [homestuck], berdly [deltarune], gregoriah [regretevator], and donnie [rottmnt]

i will call anything and everything a reference to something [reference? like vampire reference in a minor key? will wood???!!!]

my most used emoji's are 🗣, 💥, and 👍. i think this is important to mention

i am THE don't take it personally fan. if you couldn't tell

i tend to have a hard time remembering pronouns if you use multiple sets and/or neos, so if i use the wrong ones or use one set too often then don't hesitate to tell me

i am a leo [august 19] and my mbti is intp-t. i don't really believe in astrology or personality tests to an extent but do with this what you will

i can take a bit to respond to messages or really anything direct and/or private, so if i end up taking a while to respond to anything, i don't hate you ! i tend to forget to respond, be busy, or just end up too nervous to say something regardless of how good of friends we are. same applies to asks to a lesser extent

speaking of communication, i tend to elaborate on what i mean often, and use tone tags even when probably unnecessary and sometimes repetitively. /srs

flirty / 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 talk is fine [as long as you're not an adult obv], but also be wary that i am very much a minor. jokes are fine, just nothing graphic or descriptive in terms of sex please and thank you [unless you are a certain person. you know who you are]

i swear a lot and don't tag when i do. so be warned

TAGS

#ethan's yapping again - General Talking™ tag

#ethan's romanceless art - art tag

#ethan's asks!! - ask tag #ethan's saved sillies :3 - save tag

#ethan's on the dumb pony game again :3 - abandoned ponytown tag that i haven't gotten rid of yet

#ethan's faves - fave tag

#ethan's sounds - music tag

#ethan's writing - fics

also !! a few people you should check out because they're swag

@moonys-chaos

@irusanw4

@adhdrizzy

@vinniemitchell

now to the userboxes with no organization whatsoever [again, possible eyestrain warning]

[peasthedumb]

Question, actually, cause I’ve finally realised the correct way to word it:

So uh….emotions yeah? Can’t actually remember if I’ve made a post venting this issue before? I usually post everything pretty spontaneously which is an awful decision tbh

Srs question that: if it’s normal, I’ll look melodramatic, if it’s not….idk? I guess I’d just rather know?

I really really feel basically nothing a lot of the time. Other than pretending emotions I think would be correct or entertaining at the time (Which also isn’t hugely a conscious decision btw). Not saying that’s a majority of the time, I do feel stuff normally most of the time too, but it’s usually just very sporadic, and when it’s done, Its back to that void until something else triggers the emotion. And a lot of the time it feels very shallow, that’s the only way I can think to word it.

Is this normal humanity shit or what? It’s not a problem, it doesn’t affect me in anyway, it’s just a little confusing and I’d just sorta like a bit of an answer? I’ve tried to figure it out myself for ages, like I even made characters to explain it to myself, like some science model shit which definitely brings me cringe to look back on (even if the designs were epic if I do say so myself >:3)

Buuuuut yeah, I do really feel like a lot of my persona is more force of habit than actual person, which yet again isn’t awful except for some annoying traits I need to fix.

Ik im better off finding some wacky subreddit to find an actual answer but Reddit is actually weirdly scary to approach somehow.

[akehoshimystar]

Mao SR

Beautiful Tea Master

Part 1

Mao: Do I look weird?

Mao-san, dressed for the event and with makeup for the day, turned around to face me.

Ito: Not at all. You look great.

(...Ah, that color… Could it be….)

Mao: Is there something strange about it?

Ito: Oh, that's not it.

My eyes were drawn to the lipstick on Mao-san's lips.

During a day off a while ago I was invited by Mika-san, who wanted to discuss cosmetics for an upcoming event. And later on, the two of us got together with Mao-san.

Takeru: I heard this restaurant's lunch is really good value and delicious! But that’s quite a queue we have here, what should we do?

Mao: Well, that also means we have lots of time to discuss things.

Ito: That's true.

Takeru: Fufu, thanks. Let's do it here then.

Mao: By the way. This might come out of nowhere, but Mika-nee, do you know the blush that's trending on social media right now?

Ito: Oh, this one?

I had bookmarked it on social media, so I opened the post and showed it to both of them.

Takeru: Oh, this one. I have already seen it and it did pique my interest a bit. I heard it has a good coloring.

Mao: I just thought the color would look good on Mika-nee.

Takeru: When you say that, my heart is already at the cashier counter.

Mao: Why not? We’re on the way there anyway.…. Oh, I think they'll be showing us to the table soon.

Ito: That was quicker than I thought.

Takeru: Well, I guess I'll reapply it now.

Mika-san said as he took out a lipstick from his bag.

Ito: (Aren’t we about to eat?)

Takeru: Curious? This is what they call "drinking-party lipstick."

I just want to try if it can handle greasy Chinese food.

Ito: I see.

Mao: You also told me you were curious about that when I called you the other day. Mika-nee likes to try different things after all.

Takeru: Fufu, I'll make sure to share the results of my testing.

Ito: (Come to think of it, Mao-san and Mika-san said that they would talk on the phone while doing their skincare at night.)

(Chatting even after getting home like that….. They must be really close.)

After enjoying lunch in Chinatown, we’re looking around and checking out tons of cosmetics before taking a short break on a bench.  

Takeru: Today was so much fun. Thank you for coming.

I wanted to talk about makeup for the event today, so I invited you two for lunch, but... It's actually the opposite.

Seeing that our break schedule aligned, I wanted us to eat together.

Mao: Figured as much. Meeting in Chinatown to look at cosmetics isn't very logical.

Ito: (I have to agree.)

Mao: You thought that if it wasn't work-related, we wouldn't come even if you invited us?

Takeru: Oh, of course not.

There's no deeper meaning to it. You see, casual conversations between casual meetings are quite fun, don’t you think so?

I thought that sort of mood would be entertaining.

Mao: So you’re building this moment up and label it a work meet-up?

As for me, I feel like I was just having fun all day normally and didn't even realize that we were meeting for a discussion.

What about Mika-nee and Ito?

When I replied that I was the same as Mika-san…. Mao-san's face looked very gentle as if he already knew what I would answer.

Part 2

The drink I bought before sitting down on the bench had already gone down by about half.

Mao: Anyway. Thank you for inviting me today.

Ito: Thank you.

Takeru: You're welcome.

Mao: ……….

Once you become a working adult, you have fewer opportunities to meet people you can casually call on your days off and share your hobbies with.

Takeru: Yeah, you mostly get to know people through work.

Mao: Well…. I didn’t think my relationship with Mika-nee is something like that, though.

Takeru: Oh my, past tense?

Mao: Don't mess with me now. You know that, don’t you?

Takeru: Sorry. Regardless, it's nice to have more friends.

Mao: That’s what I mean. I'm glad the three of us came today.

Ito: …..!

Mao-san and Mika-san smiled at me kindly. It was a slightly different kind of warmth, unlike the one I felt at work… It’s a more sincere atmosphere.

Mao: Could it be this?

Mao-san noticed my gaze and pointed to his lips.

Ito: Yes. It's the lipstick you bought the day the three of us went out, right?

Mao: Yup. The "drinking-party lipstick," I bought a different color, though.

That being said, the staff don't eat or drink during the event, so it doesn't really matter.

Mao-san smiled softly as he said this. The atmosphere from that day was still wrapped in his lips.

Ito: …..Mao-san. That day, I really……

Takeru: Ah. There you are, Ito. Check this out.

The blush I bought that day, isn't it perfect for today's makeup?

Ito: Yes, it looks good on you.

Takeru: Fufu, I know right? Same goes to Mao's lipstick.

Mao: We were just talking about that actually.

Takeru: I see.

Even so, the conversation was fun and the shopping was a great success. Once again, let me say it was another wonderful day off.

Mao: Ito, didn't he just beat you to it?

Ito: (!)

Takeru: Oh? Sorry, did I do something bad?

Ito: No, it's fine.

And yes, it really was a good day off.

Mao: Let's all go again.

Ito: Yes.

Seeing Mao-san and me letting out small laughs, after a slight puzzled expression, he laughed along as well.

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Sorry to bother you but these things in dol are now scratching my brain and literally won't stop until I tell someone or have my answers/srs anywho you know about the Ivory wraith and also the intiate so basically did you know that Sydney actually met the ivory wraith and were probably (I think but they did encountered each other I heard this from someone on tumblr that this one line from the with that concerned Sydney although I thought it was the intiate luckily it ain't cause I don't like to think that intiate is pretty much a girl despite my pc being male so yeah anywho so basically the line is like "I was her/his only friend" the ivory wraith says these lines and pronouns depending on sydneys gender) oh and I also think that Robin has also encountered or talked to the ivory wraith?? Idk I forgot, there was a Q&A vrel answered to someone concerning ivory wraith and Robin or something idk I'm forgetful as fuck💁🏻‍♀️oh and im also pretty much guessing that Sydney has met the ivory wraith when they stopped being friends with kylar since kylar was Sydneys only friend meaning that maybe the ivory wraith started to befriend them? Oh and about the intiate is the intiate always a gurl or does it depend on the players gender? I can never tell since there are theories/canonically implied that pc actually is the intiate and I don't like that fact that pc past life was a girl despite my pc being a boy but anywho do you think that the intiate was both raised with acotyle and haven't learned anything about sex but were just trained to do things? Or were they childhood friends? Was the intiate and intiate from the temple or the elk? We already know about the wraith although I can't tell we're they actually human before? Like you know acotyle when the wraith was still alive or were they always some kind sentient being? Is the wraith trying to become one with pc? And in the corruption route of Sydney where you both do the baby making ritual in the temple room do you think that maybe it's the auriga or whatever dark lord there is there in dol possessing Sydney? Since it's canon that Sydney was pretty much being controlled by something in that roo, oh and the melody that pc hears from the ivory wraith, sewers or from Sydney do you think that song was from the choirs that pc heard or joined in their past life as the intiate ? And do you think maybe Morgan is somewhat related to the elk, auriga or the temple? Since if you get possessed by the ivory wraith at the blood moon and have encountered Morgan, Morgan will tell you to fight it because they know that the pc is possessed by it, I have no idea if Morgan actually do help us out though, never tried it only saw someone else did and since you hear a familiar tune in the sewers maybe Morgan was once a part of the temple or elks or something like that and since Ivory wraith contains the souls of multiple other sacrifices, why is acotyle the only body you can see but not the other sacrifices? Were the other sacrifices failures? Or was the Ivory wraith the finale of the ritual like you know they sacrificed multiple people and then used the body of the wraith as their soul holder or something? Or wether or not the other sacrifices were failures are they tentacles or arms of the ivory wraith? (I wish ivory wraith has preg content so I can impreg them but I can't 😭😔I can only get impreg by them) oh and do you think that maybe pc might be part of the ivory wraith? Do you also think that maybe the ivory wraith had a crush on the intiate? (Oh and another thing I need to confirm is if the intiate was really the one who gave the ivory wraith the necklace? since I pretty much speed read the whole schism event but kept on hearing from people that the intiate was the one who gave IW the necklace which make the necklace very precious to them) sorry for making this very long I just hope this makes atleast a little bit of sense to you 😅

anonanon calm down, i just finished the schism event (which made me cry) and fair warning I'm not very knowledgeable yet about dol as a whole and the characters so take everything i say with a grain of salt. And boy was I brain storming with this questions anon! (Spoilers for Schism Event)

Firstly! I think the Initiate's gender is just based on the RNG or it's a parallel of the Acolyte! Because in my playthrough the Initiate is a man while my PC was a girl! And Ivory Wraith has boobs in this save btw

Onto your question about the Initiate and the Acolyte being raised together, I'll say they weren't raised together. We don't really have enough knowledge about what kind of relationship the Acolyte and the Initiate had, but it's something fond/intimate enough for the Acolyte to see PC as the Initiate. And like I talked before in my previous post the Initiate went through the trial of purity, which you can do if you aren't a virgin anymore. Which means the Initiate wasn't a virgin unlike the Acolyte who was still a virgin.

There's no content about who gave the necklace to Ivory Wraith, it's unknown where the necklace came to be except the fact it's IW's most valuable treasure. So we can't say it was the Initiate who gave them the necklace, you're probably confusing the golden bracelets and anklets the Acolyte gave away that was given by the Bishop.

Like Purityguy said in discord, the Ivory Wraith is not a person. It's just a vessel that inhibited in the Acolyte's dying body. But the Acolyte was human before their death during the Schism event. And no the other sacrifices aren't the IW's tentacles or extra arms, all the other sacrifices are inside it but only the memories are present in Ivory Wraith's mind. And the other tentacles and slimes we saved in the Elk compound or gave birth to is it's children.

Now onto Sydney and IW- anon im gonna tell you this in advance but Idk shit about what kind of interaction this two have.

We don't exactly know what possessed Sydney in the Rite of Defilment. But maybe it was Auriga, or not who knows. We just know that this event adds up to hard world corruption in Virgo's statue.

But you should know that in a post I reblogged talked about how Sydney was in the asylum! And is probably one of the reason why Sydney has some beef with Harper.

And I don't know if IW befriended Sydney as it mostly stays in the lake unless it's a blood moon. And sydney didn't have exactly a proper friend at all which is why they opened up easily to PC.

I'm not exactly sure if PC is the reincarnation of the Initiate or just has the same face/appearance of the Initiate, so I can't say why the PC know or is familiar with the tune. The PC has so much lore with the town's history that I'm not even sure how they know that.

Talking about the tune, we currently know that Jordan learned the song from Sydney's other parent but idk about Morgan since we don't exactly have proper knowledge about what became to them. There are talks about Morgan who used to be a noble/aristocrat so maybe they had a connection with the Children of Auriga or a part of it just like Kylar's parents who unfortunately got punished by the temple when they found out. oof.

We also got some new lore about the Dark Elk in Avery's date and god was that traumatizing.

Also The Children of Auriga and the Dark Elk are the same thing, just different names they go around.

And I hate to mention this but there's probably not a chance for IW getting pregnant content, puri talked about it in the discord and apparently vrel didn't wanted IW to get pregnant sooooo yeah... my condolences anon.

ANYWAYYYYYY- hope that answers some of your questions???? I'm still new in this game and fandom so I'm just confused as the next person on some of the contents.

[kapi-tanka]

what do you think about arcade gannons father? do you have any headcanons or just thoughts in general? i've seen your posts about his mother so yk just curious

sorry it took so long to answer! actually i had a similar conversation with my mutual not so long ago so i'll just copy my discord messages if it's okay with you lol... i don't know what else to add. at first i wanted to write a separate answer to your question but i guess there's no point in repeating myself in slightly different words also sorry to any marxists who get to read this. my understanding of politics is still far from confident but i try to educate myself as much as i can. TEXT VERSION UNDER THE CUT

omg i'm by no means an authority but i really appreciate it!! hmm but what are you interested in exactly? i think i've covered my headcanons on arcade's mom pretty well in one of my comics but his dad's still a bit mystical figure to me. but i have a couple of headcanons based on info from the ttrpg fallout game where arcade was josh sawyer's player character. like, i headcanon his name as mark because it was his name in the ttrpg (and i feel like some people do that too) and it seems that he knew some latin or at least a couple of latin phrases (and maybe mark even was the reason why arcade learned latin later, that and his medical education). and since cannibal johnson says that arcade reminds him of gannon sr. i feel like he was a pretty educated person too. and it may be a bit weird/hard to explain/very post-soviet of me and i'm not sure if it's even a thing in other countries/regions but i've always read gannons (or at least mrs gannon) as "intelligentsia" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligentsia). basically, a social class of the "minds" of the state who were privileged enough to get good education and, therefore, important positions in the state, primarily in science/arts/education (it's not a separate class actually, they mostly were bourgeoisie/petite bourgeoisie or on the border with the working class). education was almost inherited in such families because "intelligents" gravitated towards each other and subconsciously taught their kids the same ideals/automatically gave them some of their cultural capital. so yeah, it was pretty elitist in its core but intelligentsia was generally very politically conscious (because they had opportunities to learn in-depth theoretical politics and not only the propaganda for the working class). i obviously oversimplify it and all of this was much much more nuanced and complex, but i hope it still makes some sense and we have very tragic associations with intelligentsia here because when the soviet regime started to shoot itself in the leg intelligentsia was the first to leave the country/be imprisoned/executed/repressed in many other ways. because, again, they were educated enough to critique the state in "dangerous" ways (and many intellectuals helped to shape the communist revolution in the beginning so their importance was originally in this ability to provide state criticism). i know that the enclave is nothing like the ussr in terms of their politics and roots but i feel like similar social classes form in other secluded states too (and something similar even happened to veronica in the brotherhood so. yeah). and i feel like the enclave went through the same process of staling within itself due to lack of contact with the outside world soooo its policies became more and more right-wing with time. and gannons were somewhat oppositional even before mark's death and mrs gannon's parting with the enclave. like, we know that cannibal johnson was openly anti-enclave and even sabotaged his missions. and also cannibal johnson says the nicest things about arcade's father so i think that they had to share political views at least in some way. but mark gannon has to be much more complex than this, not all sugar and candy of course. i feel like he went through a "going anti-state" arc and was much more right-wing in the beginning of his military career and before meeting his wife (also i headcanon her name as daniela because "daniel" was originally arcade's middle name) sorry for the wall of text!!! i can elaborate on anything (also lol. it reads as very anti-communist but i didn't intend it that way. i'm an anarcho-communist myself but i think it's important to talk about war crimes of any failed regime, especially the one you want to work properly in the future)

yes same!! honestly i don't think arcade remembers him well. because everything arcade says sounds more like something other people told arcade?? and in my headcanon he internalized his mother's and other remnants' sentiments and opinions to a point of having fake memories about his dad (but i think it was mostly the remnants who formed this conflict, i see his mother as a silent and a bit avoidant type because she never told him what happened to mr gannon). i still can't figure out my own timeline for arcade's childhood but i thiiiink they left navarro when he was around 5-6 years old cuz arcade says in one of his quotes that he had to hide his association with the enclave for 30 years. plus i believe that he said something about moreno living half of his life on the wastelands already but still grieving the enclave

i think mark was mostly busy with missions to spend any time with arcade. but i don't see him as a particularly bad father, just a busy kind

like, maybe they've had so little time together that arcade remembered some moments very vividly but overthinked them? sometimes memories become foggy because you spin them in your head for too long. for some reason i feel like this happened to almost every arcade's memory of mark

[bunnyandcomet]

Tomose Onda SR: Turning His Back on the Hustle and Bustle (Initial)

✧ Characters: Tomose, Yu, Ito

✧ SP Skill:

A Deserted Exterior Stairway

✧ Voice Lines:

Someday……No, not yet.

Guess I'll go home and take a shower.

Chapter 1

Ito: We should be able to meet up with Nina-san if we stay around here, right?

Tomose: Yeah. Let's wait here.

Having safely completed all our planned duties, we were about to rendezvous with Nina-san, who had been carrying out his part independently.

Tomose: ......

Ito: (At a time like this, it'd be best to talk about something to pass the time. But all our conversation up until now has ended after just a few words......)

When it comes to necessary things, he'll answer if I ask, and tell me even if I don't. But on the other hand, because those exchanges were limited to the minimum necessary amount of words, it didn't really feel right to talk to him for no reason now.

Ito: (Still, it's a bit awkward if I stay silent......Umm, is there anything work-related I can bring up......)

Just as I was about to rack my brains for a conversation topic— A car pulled up in front of us.

Tomose: ......

Yu: ......

Ito: (It's so quiet......)

Meeting up with Nina-san......did absolutely nothing to change the situation. I sat alone in the back seat, filled with a strange tension.

Ito: (Let's just stay quiet for now. I'll come up with something to talk about, and then this silence will—)

Tomose: Yu, you didn't have any problems on your end?

Ito: (Ah, he broke the silence.)

Yu: None. Did it seem like there was?

Tomose: No, but you're the one who said that if there were any, you'd deal with them in time to meet up with us.

Yu: I can't keep you waiting.

Tomose: That's why I asked. Resolving it doesn't change the fact that it arose in the first place. Besides, I don't mind waiting if it's for you.

Yu: I said it knowing you'd say that. There weren't any problems.

Tomose: All right.

Ito: (Ooh. Surprisingly, Onda-san is talking a lot......?) (And above all, I feel like the tone of his voice is more gentle.)

Nevertheless, it wasn't as if he was casually talking about this or that, so I wouldn't say it was too different to the "bare minimum" conversation we were having before.

Ito: (Of course, the scope of "bare minimum" would be wider for them than it is with me. They know a lot about each other, after all.)

Yu: Once we've sent Yashiro back, I'll drop you home and go out again.

Tomose: ? You shouldn't have any more work.

Yu: It's not work.

Chapter 2

Tomose: If it's not work, then what is it?

Yu: Shopping. We're running out of ingredients.

Ito: (Ingredients shopping......)

Yu: We're almost out of detergent too.

Tomose: Really?

Yu: I'm sure, I checked this morning.

Tomose: I see. Reliable as always.

Yu: There's other things we need too, so I'll go buy them.

Tomose: Then after we drop off Yashiro, let's walk to get them together. It'll be quicker and more efficient that way.

Yu: If that's what you want, then sure.

Ito: (If this was a conversation I shouldn't be hearing, they wouldn't talk about it in front of me to begin with. Still, it somehow feels like I'm listening to something significant.) (Well, come to think of it, these two do live together.)

I had heard about it from Kise-san before. But even knowing that, trying to imagine them going grocery shopping together...... Is quite the challenge.

Ito: (In the first place, I can't even guess as to what their daily life must be like. I doubt it's that different from how they are now though......)

Tomose: Anyway, Yashiro, you feeling okay?

Ito: !

Onda-san glanced at the back seat, catching me off guard.

Tomose: ......?

Ito: (Our eyes met.) (What does he mean by "okay"......? What's the correct way to answer this......)

Tomose: I heard that some people feel ill if they ride in a car they're not used to. You probably haven't been in Yu's car much.

Ito: (Ahh, I see. I guess he thought the reason I was quiet might be because I wasn't feeling well, and asked to check up on me?) Yes, I'm okay. I feel completely fine.

Tomose: Is that so?

Yu: Her voice isn't any different from usual either. Seems like she was just trying to be unobtrusive.

Tomose: Yeah. But there's no guarantee it won't happen from now on. If you start feeling unwell, don't hesitate to tell us.

Ito: Thank you. I really think I'll be all right, though.

Tomose: ?

Ito: Since Nina-san's a very good driver.

Tomose: ......He is, isn't he.

Ito: (Ah. That's the gentlest voice I've heard from him today.)

Tomose: I should add, if there's ever something you want to say, you can say it, whether it's about your physical condition or not.

Ito: Thank you. (But, at the moment—) (Just listening to the two of them is enough for me, I think.)

It felt comfortable somehow, hearing that "bare minimum" conversation between two people who were so close. My nervousness from before had gradually ebbed away.

[illiana-mystery]

So I know many of you have been waiting for me to update my Fred fics for a while now and I'm sorry for that. It's sometimes hard to balance writing fics for two different actors that have a plethora of characters I like...

But I do have something to make up for that...

That being the draft for the current chapter of my Mike Hubble fic, The Roommate. Enjoy!

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"I'm back," she announced before he chuckled and picked her up. She squirmed a little bit, surprised by his boldness before he gave her a sweet kiss.

The bags she was holding fell from her grip and quickly, she kissed him back before he finally set her down.

"You're back just in time," he said as he let her in. "I just started making dinner."

Karima giggled as she put the bags down on the coffee table.

"What are you making?"

"Shepherd's pie," he quickly answered. "I'm making my mum's old recipe.

"Sounds delicious," she said as she walked back into the kitchen with him. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before he said,

"Would you like to help me?"

"Sure!" she chirped before he passed her his cutting board that was topped with uncut onions, carrots, and mushrooms.

"Could you help me cut these?"

Karima nodded and immediately started to cut the carrots.

"How was your afternoon?" he asked after the next song on his record started to play.

"It was great. Stan and I actually met another jazz musician and his wife when we went to lunch. Oh and I met Cynthia. She's very sweet."

"Oh yeah. Cynthia is wonderful. I like her a lot more than my last clinician. She's much more patient and caring towards me," he admitted. "Where did Stan take you to lunch?"

"The Dusty Whistle," she nonchalantly said. And she was too preoccupied with finishing up cutting carrots to notice how uncomfortable Mike was hearing what she just said.

He was livid. He didn't even think Stan was still friends with Johnny.

"Why did he take you there?" he softly asked.

"He wanted me to meet his old friend. He told me that you used to play there."

"I did...a long time ago," he huffed. "So that jazz musician and his wife were just hanging out there?"

"Yeah, pretty much," she answered, finally realizing that he was upset by what she was saying. "He and his wife are from Ireland. Real sweet people."

"What are their names?"

"Marty and Sheila Healy."

"Marty? As in Martin James Healy Jr.?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You familiar with him?"

"Yolanda knew him. I met him once. Guess he doesn't remember me though."

"Oh, I see. Did you perform with him?"

"No. I went to one of his performances in Dublin with Yolanda. He was just as good as his old man. I actually have some Martin Healy Sr. records. But he fell to alcoholism like me."

"He told me," she quickly said. "Stan and I are probably gonna see him perform with his wife at the pub. She really wants us to come. I hope you don't mind..."

He just looked at Karima and lightly grinned before he said,

"Don't let me stop you from having a good time, Karima. I already told you I don't want to clip your wings. Enjoy the freedom you have."

"Okay," she softly said as she moved on to cutting the onions. "Marty told me he would love to see you...if you don't mind."

Mike shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind the company," he moaned as he started to cook the ground beef.

Karima took a deep breath and finally asked,

"Mike, what's wrong? Did I upset you?"

He didn't respond at first, instead he rubbed her back and then said,

"No, you just don't understand."

What did he mean by that?

Then the door opened and in came Stan. He calmly put his keys down on the counter and set his bags down before Mike glared at him.

And next thing he knew, Mike lunged at him and almost punched him before Karima managed to hold him back.

"What the hell, Mike?! Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"Yep. This is my sober anger," he grumbled. "You're a traitor, you know that?!"

"What are you talking about, mate?" he asked trying to regain his composure. Karima just stood over to the side by the fridge before Mike answered him.

"You're still friends with Johnny?!" he angrily asked before Stan looked over at Karima.

"Why did you tell him about our lunch?" he asked her.

"I didn't know it had to be a secret," Karima replied.

"I told you how he just threw me out like trash and you're still friends with him?! And what's this about a new jazz musician and his wife?! Did he replace me?!"

"He didn't replace you, Mike. It's nothing personal, it's just business. Johnny and Lisa still love you man, but you're still a liability. You remember what happened the last time."

"You always have to go back to that," Mike yelled before he slammed his fist against the counter. "I should have just died that day. Is that what you wanted?! For me to die so I wouldn't be a burden to anyone anymore!"

"Mike," Karima called out. He looked over at her and saw that she looked scared, but still concerned.

It broke his heart. And before he could stop himself, he started to cry before he clung onto Karima.

She was a little confused but still hug him tight and rubbed his back.

"Mike," she started again. "What are you talking about? Did you almost die?"

"I'm the reason Smokey Jo's was closed as long as it was. I caused Stan's sudden unemployment and he was still kind enough to take me in," he whined into her shoulder.

"I don't understand," Karima whimpered.

"Stan, can you let me talk to Karima alone?," he asked as he straightened up, with his hands still gripping Karima's shoulders. "I need to finally be honest with her."

"Sure thing, mate," he quickly said. "Actually, you can have the flat to yourselves again. I just needed to drop off Karima and these decorations. I'm due to play cards with Ken and Harry at Ken's place. Just keep the snogging to a minimum, please. I don't want to catch yall in the act."

Mike and Karima both rolled their eyes before he chuckled and left.

"I'm sorry about him."

"I'm used to it," he assured before he took a deep breath to explain himself. "Karima, I don't know how to tell you this...but I almost got your brother killed."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Remember how I told you that I was trying to win Jo back after I was released from clinic?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I later found out that she started seeing her current boyfriend. I was so furious that I assaulted him first and then snuck back into the club. I hid out in the basement and lit a picture of us on fire. Now keep in mind, I was intoxicated at this point. I relapsed hard and I was so out of it that I didn't realize that I caused a fire. And I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I ended up assaulting Stan's friend Harry too. I should have died that night, but Ken saved me. I wish he would have just left me there some days. But I deserve to suffer like I have. To be constantly reminded of everything I've done wrong and wallow in it..."

He kept his head down as he explained the whole situation. He just knew that Karima was gonna be disappointed in him, so he didn't even want to look at her. That's why he was so vague for as long as he was. He didn't want to lose her and he was risking just that by being honest.

Karima was a little taken aback and horrified by what he was saying, but she could also tell that he was very remorseful. He felt so guilty for everything he did to the people that cared about him the most.

And the fact that he finally had the guts to tell her made her feel more secure in their blossoming relationship. She wanted him to feel comfortable being honest with her. And this was the first step.

"I'm sorry I haven't been honest with you. I was just so worried you wouldn't like me anymore if you knew the truth about me."

Karima didn't verbally respond after he finished, instead she moved closer to him again and gently moved his head up so he could look at her.

His eyes were red and puffy from his crying and a few tears still left the slits of his brown eyes. The sight was hard for her to look at, but she still wiped his tears.

"It's okay," she said before she kissed his nose. "I'm not mad at you for being honest with me. I'm glad you finally feel comfortable around me to be honest, actually."

"You don't hate me?," he whined.

"No, of course not," she assured. "I already told you, Mike...you're not your past."

"You're much too good for me, Karima," he happily said before he took her in his embrace again and kissed her deeply.

She was caught a little by surprise, but soon went along with it, grabbing a handful of his thick hair while he gripped and pinched her butt.

Swiftly, their tongues met and curled around each other as their kiss progressed. Karima was melting in his sweet touch, moaning into his mouth as they continued.

Mike didn't mind though. He liked her willingness to kiss him and he held her ass tighter before he pulled away from her lips to catch his breath.

She whined, but then jolted when he slapped her ass. But she liked it and giggled, making the man even more excited.

"I think it's time to show you how much I've appreciated having you around," he seductively said after he turned the stove off.

His eyes soon moved back over to her and before she could even blink he scooped her up in his arms and brought her to his room.

Swiftly, he kicked the door shut and gently placed her on the bed before he shut the blinds and dimmed the lights.

Karima just watched him carefully, pondering what he meant earlier before she finally got her answer.

The wind was almost knocked out of her as he came back and basically plopped himself on top of her, capturing her lips again in the process.

She hummed against his plump lips, quickly inviting him to intertwine with her tongue again. He took the hint and did as she wanted, while trying to keep his balance on top of her.

He didn't want to crush her. However, she didn't mind and actually pulled him down closer to her with a tight grip of his hair in her grasp as her arms adorned his neck.

Her pulling made him purr and soon she was gripping her hips tightly as their desperate kiss continued.

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There's gonna be more smut by the way. 😉😏 Stay tuned!

Taglist: @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @goodoldcharley

[tubborucho]

i mainly watch tubbo and a little bit of bad, and i love fred. i would love for him to live up to tubbo's expectations, but i will not be surprised if we find out that he's not a good guy. right now i'm putting any negatives in a grey area because we don't really know what it's like to be a federation worker. i could definitely see it going either way and no matter how this storyline plays out and i'm excited to watch!

seeing fred with bad today was interesting because he really does act very differently around tubbo. even his writing style changed a bit. also he effectively snitched on tubbo to bad. i don't know if fred realizes what that could mean for tubbo but i hope he's still suspicious because i'd be a little disappointed if he didn't notice how bad was acting. fred calling tubbo "something else" and then "penpal" instead of confirming his friendship could be him protecting tubbo, being confused/uncertain, or it could be evidence that he's manipulating tubbo. same with him referring to tubbo as "a certain someone" in a report - was he protecting their relationship or just avoiding giving away too much information on an unsecured document? as a viewer the whole thing added more complexity to the situation without really giving us any concrete answers.

Oh gosh, hi!!!! Appreciate spilling thoughts in my ask box!!

Yeah, if we are being /srs, I do agree that Fred is not the most trustworthy guy. We can’t say he is a bad guy, but I do not think he is a good guy either. I do believe that maybe he was assigned to keep an eye on Tubbo. But I also do believe that it’s not only that to him.

I don’t know if he realizes that he ratted Tubbo out. Honestly I can see him genuinely not know that. At least I would prefer that option I guess. I also do think he doesn’t call Tubbo ‘friend’ or name him in reports to protect him somewhat and himself mostly. After all, Fred did ask it to be secret. Actually maybe that’s why he didn’t realize that he rats Tubbo out, because Fred thinks that their friendship is a secret to people. Didn’t account Tubbo’s leaker nature😭 This man can’t keep anything hidden for shit

Anyway, we will obviously see where it goes. Personally, I am already attached to the point where I do not really care who Fred really is, I will support him anyway

[problematicfactive]

2, then depending on that answer 1 and 9?

2- are you comfortable talking about your source?

My boyfriend and I are both more than happy to talk about our source. He's definitely more comfortable with it than I am and he will give extra information to the point where I have to stop him and be like Hey, Man, I know the internet is fun and all bit you really can't say everything you want to say on here.

I don't have a lot of pride in my source, but at the same time, I kind of do. I dont hide I from people (with the exception of this blog). I think the imagery of me in the movie I'm sourced from is genuinely really cute and so I love using that actor in character as a faceclaim. My favorite thing ever is doubles, so yeah, even though I'm more source ashamed and way less related to source personality wise, I'm still fine to talk about it. So don't hesitate to ask any questions about it!

1- whats your source? (if you have one and if you have multiple)

For the sake of anonymity on this blog, I can't disclose my name in source, nor can I tell you the name of either of our source medias because.. our name is in the title of both.

So yeah, it's no fun but sadly it's our circumstance. If you can find us anywhere not on this blog we'd be happy to let you know

9- what sets you apart from your source?

This is a fun question! (/srs!)

There's a lot of things that separate me/my source from the real guy, I think the biggest thing being my age. In my source, I'm too young to have hurt anybody

There are a lot of differences between me as an individual and my source, I think the biggest one being that even though I'm classified as an introvert, I feel like I have a very extroverted personality. I think I have the internet to thank for that.

My attractions are definitely different! I always find myself being attracted to me in other medias (like my boyfriend's version of me)

Ans I guess the guilt I have is big! I don't think my source- even after he did all those bad things. I don't think he was ever as guilty as I am.

My boyfriend's answer!!

I mean. I feel bad. I think the biggest difference is that I partially blame my parents for what I became. I know that the real guy I was sourced off of said he didn't blame mom and dad, but. I think there a big part of it. They aren't everything, but they're a factor.

Thanks for the ask!!

[dearwhs]

HIHIII that exam was... 😅😅 lowk insane my classmates and i were like. "what just happened 😨😨" while walking out of the exam room... but it's okay it's fine it's over at least 😭😭

YESSS matthew stannnn !! (the bias wrecking in zb1 goes crazy bc... cough hanbin and taerae cough zb1 are not for the weak i fear 😔😔) so random but how did you feel when moothew dropped 🤭 ALSO!! i joined a group order for the first time to get my first album... blue paradise!!!! it's coming soon i think im so so excited hehehe and omgg so you started stanning around why era!! that's so real lolll they were truly a force to be reckoned with back in the debut days hehe and that's so real... ewf caught so many ppl's attention (as it should bc that was a banger song!!) NO BC LITERALLY imma have to spin the wheel so many times...... 😭😭 haobin are SO silly i love them smsm! and oh noo 💔 lowk i tried stanning them too around their debut (trouble keeps popping up from time to time in my queues...) but it never got farther than just. listening to the song 😭 NOO YOU'RE RIGHT i miss the mc lives sm 😭😭 and aYO JAEHYUN?????? why is he so fine 😫🤌🤌 #needthat 😔

also WAIT i love theorizing abt cbs 🤭🤭 teaser dropping soon... oml... IM NOT READY 😫😫 TBH i think it'll drop early may bc i don't think they'll do cb promotions so close to 2 year anniversary... so like from may 5 means about a month of promo (as kpop normally does) and then from may 30 onward (abt a week?) will be debut anni celeb... and then maybe a bit of a break in between then they're off to japan for their knock on tour shows there is my guess... which means yeah they'd have to drop the teaser right around now 😲😲

(help why is this the longest one so far 😭😭 so much to talk about !!)

I WOULDVE DONE THE SAME HELP... for my last exam i was like i had to get over this (DIDNT ANSWER CONFIDENTLY BUT MY SCORES WERE GIVING... ig!) ITS SO REAL, I WAS LITERALLY JUST TALKING AB ZB1 TO MY IRL. BIAS WRECKING WENT HARD, he used to be a gunwook stan, but now? WELL WELL WELL IT'S YUJIN NOW. ALSO MOOTHEW ABSOLUTELY KILLED ME HAHAHAHAHA BUT OMG I FEAR PEOPLE KNOW MATTHEW AS THE MOO GUY NOW guys it's the i love u i want u seok matthew guy 🙏 OMG IVE HEARD AB GROUP ORDERS BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT WORKS AT ALL BUT I HOPR U PULL UR BIASES (UNBOXING UPDATE SOON!!!) IVE BEEN HEARING THEM AND THEIR SONGS SINCE WHO, HEARD SOME OF WHY, GOT INTERESTED DURING HOW, OBSESSED SINCE 19.99 (oh the timestamp eras and relationship i have w bnd IM CRYING) TAHTS ALSO WHY EWF HAS A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART !! PLS HAOBIN MAKES ME GIGGLE IRL like ok guys i see u #HaobinIsReal . ANOTHER UPDATE!!! FOR UR WHEEL GOOD LUCK ! me too, like ive tried but their first album's the only album i kept up w til now (and their recent song! which i alreay forgot...) and also me too 😭 i probably watched a few stage of the first nd recent album but that wa unfortunately all... ISNT RIIZE GONNA HAVE THEIR COMRBACK SOON? meongddocat comeback #MANJFESTING pls THIS JAEHYUN. hes wrecking me so bad j literally just went crazy over leehan... #saveme

ME TEW !!! SO MAYBE FIRST WEEK OF MAY ORRRR EARLY SECOND WEEK RIGHT AND YEAH I FEEL LIKE THEYLL HAVE A SEPARATE PROBABLY CONTENT (whatever that is !!!) FOR THEIR 2ND ANNIVERSARY IM SEEING THE VISION (aka their possible schedule for may heh) ALSO SOBBED WDYM THE TEASER HAVENT DROPPED YET like pls drop anytime rn + it not dropping yesterday is messing my theory as well unless they drop it this week 🙏

(FR we're so srs abt this ITS SO EXCITING + as i was writing this yesterday i fell asleep HELP)

[breadbut3d]

Heya Bread! This is for the fandom asks!

3, 5, 10, 13, and 14!!

Okay. I talk ALOT in this so I'm gonna put a cut here before my rambling starts lol

3) I feel like 3 is kind of obvious but Thoschei. Now, which specific paring changes daily and I love all of them so so so much but right now I would go with probably saxteen?? or possibly twissy but I just finished adding to my saxteen fic so their kinda on my brain.

5) 5 is hard. I don't really know but it's between 3: Ghosts (uk), Good omens, and Doctor who (very british selection I know lol). If I were to guess I'd say Good omens as that was my first real fandom I was in and I was properly in it for at least 3/4 of a year after season 2 but at the same time I got into the Ghosts fandom for a bit but I'm pretty sure that was just after good omens and I kinda slightly left/didn't engage as much with them around the same time. I'm still kind of in the fandoms now just WAY less than I used to be. All that is to say, probably good omens but I don't really know.

10) This is hard because I love so many characters. I would say the Master (specifically simm) but if I take all relationships out of it as Thoschei is definitely influencing that I would say... I'm gonna do top 2 because this is too hard.

Okay top 2 then because I'm indecisive and like too much stuff. In no particular order:

Muriel. They are just so ahukajgilgkebldvbwlfdks. CUTE!!!! I love them so much omg!! And the inspector constable bit OMG OMG OMG!!! Sorry. I love them so much.

You know what? No. I can include the whole cast of Sherlock and Co if I want to because their just that important to me. Mariana, Sherlock, and John you're all my top characters. I can't pick just one of them because I love them all so so so much.

Even choosing my top 2 (technically 4 but whatever) took at least 5 minutes so I could not have handled just picking 1 lol. I love my blorbo's too much okay???? Also, I took relationships out of it otherwise the Master would have definitely won but most of my interest comes from thoschei and that's not really fair.

13) Most of my fandoms are just set in normal earth because apparently that's the format my brain loves and the ones that aren't sound terrible. So, even though it's incredibly incredibly boring I'd just pick sherlock and co since it's literally just set in our universe and seems to be the least dangerous of the set in our universe things I like. I mean, Doctor who blows up London every christmas so I wouldn't want to live there and having to spend eternity as a ghost doesn't sound nice. It's really boring ik lol.

14) I don’t really have one tbh. I don’t really read that much fic or not, Idk I just get bored and put the book down only to lose it for like a month and just never pick it back up lol. So yeah I don’t really have one ig. (but I do like hurt/comfort fics ig??? but like I don't really care that much idk)

The last two answers were kinda boring but I hope me overthinking the first 3 made up for it.

Thanks for the ask. I enjoyed the like half an hour it took to write this out because I decided to think way too hard about all the questions (/srs) <3

[beyejun]

he adjusts his phone once, then twice. then yejun adjusts his own position. is he centered in the frame? is it tilted? does he just look weird? he's stared at himself for so long already, procrastinating hitting record, that he's not sure he even recognizes his own face anymore. it's like saying the same word over and over and over again until it loses all meaning he's not sure how to relax his nerves but there's also no putting this off any further. yejun takes a deep breath, and pushes the button.

"hello, my name is hwang yejun," he introduces himself, bowing respectfully to his camera and feeling awkward for it. it's not a person after all, even though he's trying to envision the human being who will be watching back this recording later. "and... i'm submitting for the dreamwave auditions."

DREAM COMPANY & SECOND DREAM COMPANY:

"i think i'd suit studio delta best," yejun admits, perhaps a bit nervously. he knows it's the hardest to get into and he sounds like he's making a huge claim with those words. "i've been writing music for a while now, i play with my friends in a band. i don't know, i just... yeah." his eloquence escapes him even though he knows he can redo as many takes as he needs for this. he just wants to get it over. "if i'm not good enough for their standards... well, i have friends in sr media too. i think i'd be able to suit the company well with their help."

PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE: 

"ah, well, if you think i look a little familiar, i did make it through most of next gen season two before i was eliminated in the finale. it was a disappointing result, wasn't it?" he sighs, though it doesn't sting as much as he thought it might. "i've always loved music. i did as many school plays and musicals as i could, even if my parents got mad at me for volunteering. and i think i mentioned the band with my friends... it's the third i've been in since i did my military service, actually. i just... love to make music. it's been my dream since i was a kid." a small smile cracks his lips. he's not very boastful naturally, so it feels weird to almost brag about this.

SKILLS: 

"if i had to pick one, i guess i'm mostly a singer. but honestly... i'm sort of greedy to do it all. i'd like to learn to dance better, rap seems like it could be fun. i don't really want to limit myself to one skill even though... one is definitely my strongest right now," yejun acknowledges. "i guess i'm ambitious in that sense."

OTHER TALENTS:

"i... taught myself a lot of instruments. basically everything my parents said no to, i wanted to learn," yejun lets out a short laugh. oh, they'd be so mad at him now knowing that he's still doing auditions, still neglecting his education. but since they kicked him out, there's nothing they can do to stop him anymore. "i played drums in those bands i was in, but i know guitar, bass, a little bit of piano or keyboard... i could be a band by myself if it really fame down to it," he manages a sheepish grin. "and songwriting... we haven't performed anything i've written yet. i haven't even shown the others, honestly. but... i'm decent, i guess. i have a lot to learn."

FAVORITE ARTISTS: 

yejun has to pause, suddenly unable to remember any artist ever as soon as he has to answer the question. "uh," he stalls for time, "i always looked up to link from lightspeed... and j-yoon from h.i.t of course. vertex... um, i forgot everyone i have on my playlist, suddenly," he laughs, embarrassed. "and i can't check, since i'm using my phone to record this."

rather than embarrass himself more, yejun figures it's best to wrap it up here. "thank you for your time," he bows again, polite as ever. "please consider me well."

[crystallizsch]

Hello! ♡

I hope you're doing well!

For the character ask game, I would love to know your thoughts on number 12 and number 25 with Jamil please!

Thank you! ♡

AAH hello again!! thank you so much for being the first ask, i hope you're doing well too!! 🥺💖

hndfsjkllkds and of course of course, these are good questions aaah

━━━━━━✦ 12. What's a headcanon you have for [Jamil]?

Sooo despite my apparent oc x canon stuff, my headcanon about Jamil is that relationships (partners specifically) will be the last thing on his mind. His focus will be on himself which, like, good for him! he deserves to finally do what he wants without restraint.

I remembered his wish from the wishing star event that he wanted to travel alone where nobody knew him and i was like yeah you go king, just relax by yourself. Relationships are overrated (jk jk).

In the story he's pretty good at acting and hiding his true emotions so i imagine when he does get feelings but refuses to act on it, no one would realize. Unless someone really knows how to read people (like Leona for example when he sussed out his intentions with Kalim in one of the vignettes).

━━━━━━✦ 25. What was your first impression of [Jamil]? How about now?

Okay so, the progression of what i thought about jamil is so funny to me. I'm never gonna be over it.

When i first played the game i DID NOT care about him whatsoever (mostly because i hadn't gone through book 4 yet). Nothing about him particularly stood out to me ;;; (The others have overshadowed him 😔)

I started playing twst when the EN server released (i was a leona simp🧍but i broke up with him and moved on to riddle). Honestly i only played because of the hype around the idea of disney characters being turned into anime boys, so i lost interest after a few weeks.

I only came back last year when a friend showed me that there's actually interesting story aspects in the game so i gave it a chance again. I barely even remember the game when i came back and for some reason i had Jamil's dorm SSR along with my main SSRs at the time (Riddle, Leona).

I was like "bruh who dis" and promptly ignored him. Even when i got to finishing book 4 i was like "alrighty that's another traumatized teenage boy down" and forgot about him again ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (it also didn't help that i wasn't big of a fan of his overblot design)

This might have been the turning point but the scalding sands event was one of the first events that played when i came back to twst. Najma specifically had a HUGE impression on me because i thought "omg female sprite, Jamil's sister????" I was surprised the characters were like "they don't look alike" when they clearly do??? Anyways they are the siblings ever and i just fell in love with them.

After that I was still pretty neutral about jamil. During the event I was just casually pulling for cards without expecting anything (just the SRs). And guess who showed up. Jamil's event SSR.

it's so funny to me because i was still like "oh cool another SSR" AND THAT WAS IT. Literally only used the card because it was useful because i didn't have any good water-based cards (jamil my beloved im so sorry).

I know this is a bit anticlimactic but i'm not really sure the exact moment when jamil finally got the chokehold on me afterward🧍

So, to answer that question, my impression of him now is completely normal and unbiased (i am obsessed with him).

link back to ask game!

[akehoshimystar]

Akehoshi SR

Want a drink?

Part 1

There are a number of empty cans lined up on the table. After work at Aporia, Mao-san and I were invited by Akehoshi-kun, who mentioned that he felt like drinking at home today.

Akehoshi: This is frickin’ good. Wanna try?

Mao: What’s the alcohol percentage? It's not safe to recommend something to others based on your own feelings.

Akehoshi: Let’s see….9%. A single digit. No prob, right?

Ito: By most standards, that's probably on the high side.

Akehoshi: What’d ya think, Ito-san?

Ito: I do like alcohol, but I'm not that much of heavy drinker.

Mao: From my perspective, both of you are decent drinker.

Akehoshi: Then how about this one? The newly released pop-up really lured me in.

Ito: Sicilian lemon flavor? Sounds stylish to me.

Mao: How is it different from regular lemon?

Akehoshi: I've been asking the same question. Ito-san, if you're curious, mind handing me your glass?

Ito: Thank you….. Oh, this is good.

Akehoshi: How is it? Does it feel like Sicily?

Mao: Where is that question even coming from?

Ito: Hmm, it's less bitter than regular lemons. Maybe it has a mild refreshing taste...?

Akehoshi: Oh, simple and easy. You might as well do the reporting.

Ito: I've been consuming food-related pieces of media lately so that I can answer when customers ask me how the food tastes.

Mao: There you go, Miss Serious. Well, that’s Ito's good point... Oh, it's already this late.

Mao-san glanced at the clock.

Mao: I'm going to miss the last train if I don't head back soon.

Akehoshi: Ehhh, I’m still not done yet.

Not to mention, once Maochi goes home, Ito-san will follow suit.

Mao: Even if I didn’t go back, it’s already this dark.

Ito: Time sure flies..... Shall I take you to the station?

Mao: No, that would be even more dangerous. Besides, I can at least defend myself.

Akehoshi: Oh, then how about I come with you?

Yura ain’t here today, so I might need someone’s presence. 

It'll be just the two of us on the way back after dropping Maochi off, but as long as we are not alone in the same room, it's fine, right?

Part 2

And so, after seeing Mao-san off, Akehoshi-kun stopped by the convenience store saying he had something to buy.

Akehoshi: Since we're here, let's stroll around before we head home.

The breeze feels awesome, and the stars are beautiful. I wanna use this chance to sober up a bit.

Ito: (I guess Akehoshi-kun had been drinking quite a bit...)

I don’t really mind.

Akehoshi: Aight, let's go!

Akehoshi: Don’t you think the park look completely different at night than during the day?

Ito: Indeed. Well, I don't think I see much when I pass by the park at this time at night.

Akehoshi: Yeah, it’s terrifying if there are strange people around. Ito-san has a point.

A lot of cats gather here during the day, so Yura comes here a lot too.

Although when I make a beeline to them, both Yura and the cats scatter.

Ito: (I can picture that.)

……….

Akehoshi: Hmm? What's wrong?

Ito: After listening to what you just said, I imagined this park with the same scenario.

I don't know if it’s on point, but I wonder if I know everyone well enough to be able to imagine that precisely.

That thought just came to me suddenly.

Akehoshi: Is that a happy realization?

Ito: With all due respect.... Maybe? I know I sound very vague…

Akehoshi: Ahaha, even if it's just a sudden thought, I'm glad it makes you happy.

Ito: !

From Mao-san. Hmm….

mA0: I'm already at home. Thank you for coming all the way to the station

I'm more worried about whether you got home safely or not. Akehoshi being there didn’t lessen my concern at all.

Akehoshi: What did he say?

Ito: He said he’s already home. Let me reply.

(I guess I don't need to say the latter part.)

Akehoshi: Go ahead. I'm glad Maochi arrived without a hitch.

As I was about to reply, I dropped my gaze to the LIME screen again. I almost heard the voice coming from Mao-san’s texts, which were supposed to be electronic set of letters. His face even appeared.

Ito: (“To be able to imagine that precisely”, huh…....)

Fufu.

Oh. Ahhh!

Akehoshi: What’s going on?

Ito: Akehoshi-kun, didn’t you buy that at the convenience store?

Akehoshi: ………

Akehoshi: Ice cream!

Darn it, it's definitely melting. I think I need to head home now.

Be that as it may, Akehoshi-kun walked slowly so as not to leave me behind. I replied to Mao-san while keeping the fact that everyone except for the ice-cream had safely returned home in my heart.