#about who ig i'm not as fussed about

[touchlikethesun]

k.o.

[diredeliverance]

I have One Thing Only and that is angels. A demigod can be like an angel, maybe. The mood of this wound up almost the polar opposite of my original idea.

I like the line art better than either color version, so it's under the crop.

The sketch went through about a dozen changes to both expressions and face positions, and in the end I'm still not really satisfied even if I like how Asperia came out.

[adieutristana]

vanity; jinx x fem! reader

loosely inspired by this fic by @moshuka.

summary; jinx used her looks to flirt her way out of a situation. her girlfriend isn’t happy.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; nsfw, porn w (some) plot, sub!jinx, dom!reader, brat!jinx, mirror sex, rough sex, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as a dick/cock, hair pulling, crying, humiliation ig?, slight degradation, use of the word ‘whore’, size queen jinx, squirting

men and minors dni.

at first, you were worried.

jinx tends to get herself into dangerous situations more often than not, way too often for her own good. it's what she's known for, after all. jinx: the mad bomber. the loose cannon. zaun's princess.

but she has a way of getting herself out of those situations. her reflexes are impeccable, her strength nearly inhuman for someone of her stature. it is inhuman, considering the shimmer coursing through her veins. weapons that she's built herself regularly save her in battle, and most of all, she's got a smartass mouth.

one that usually comes in handy, but clearly not this time.

"jinx," you start. your arms are crossed over your chest, one hip popped. you're trembling in frustration- coming apart at the edges. "i heard you were flirting with some guy who cornered you. i'm gonna be graceful and hear you out."

she bristles, and the girl's breath catches.

"what i do depends on if i like what you have to say."

you'd heard from passersby on the streets gossiping about what jinx had done. nothing stays a secret for long in zaun; there's almost always a witness, someone who can't keep their mouth shut. people love to gossip, and with that, they love to twist the truth.

so you're hoping to janna above that what you'd heard was a simple rumor. jinx being cornered by one of smeech's goons. a new one, a guy seemingly too good for the likes of this line of work. apparently not. he'd threatened jinx, gotten close to her, nearly hurt her. but instead of her usual solution of whipping out her gun and pressing the cold barrel to someone's neck as a warning, she'd flirted.

told the guy that he's young, attractive, promising. he's too good for a business like this. if he'd just leave her alone, she'd let him go without any fuss, and there would be no mess to clean up. maybe they'd even cross paths again someday.

"i didn't mean any of it, toots," her hands are raised in a mock-surrender. "he was ugly, honest!"

"i didn't ask if he was ugly," you bite. you're inching closer to her, until your noses are nearly touching. the tone in your voice tells jinx you're not fucking around- yet that makes this all the more exciting for her. "i asked you to tell me what happened."

"i didn't do anything, just flirted a little. no harm done."

"you have a gun. why didn't you use that?" you push.

jinx huffs, rolling her eyes. it only serves to piss you off even more. "i just wanted to switch it up, yanno? try something new. and it worked, didn't it? didn't have to spill any blood or nothin'. no cleanup."

"so what i heard is true?"

"depends what you heard."

"oh, you-"

that's it. you take jinx's wrist, and just about drag her to her cot. she's giggling all the way, that signature shit-eating grin plastered on her face. you wish there was blood to clean up. although you know nothing happened- jinx wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to you, this feels calculated. like she'd done it on purpose, just to get under your skin. she was probably sitting in her hideout, just waiting for someone to start talking.

you want nothing more than to slap that grin off of her, make her grovel and apologize and make it up to you.

but you won't. with a quick motion, jinx is flung onto her cot. she gasps, but doesn’t move from her sitting position, doesn’t stop fucking grinning.

"come oooon! you're always telling me i'm soooo pretty. i’m like a work of art.” she comes to lazily toss around the end of one of her braids, playing with it the same way she’s playing with you. “maybe i just wanted to use that to my advantage.”

gods damn it.

you come to stand closer to jinx, looming over the girl. she’s still sitting on her cot, nice and pretty. she looks so innocent, so sweet, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she actually was. too bad you do know better. your forefinger and thumb grasp her chin, forcing her to look at you. your thumb lazily traces along her plump bottom lip.

“oh, you���re pretty, alright.” your thumb pushes past her lips, flattening against her tongue. “gorgeous, even. but that doesn’t mean you go around using those looks like a fucking whore.”

jinx would be smiling right now, but her mouth is… occupied, not sucking, not licking at your thumb, but letting you do what you must. you withdraw it as quickly as it was put in, wiping her spit on her bare shoulder.

“you’re all talk,” she gasps. “not gonna do a damn thing about it, are you?”

“do you want me to?”

“sure.”

“do you deserve it?”

“does it matter?”

it’s then that you flip her onto her stomach.

“take those clothes off. get back on the cot- face down, ass up. i’ll be back.”

no time is wasted walking to another platform in her hideout and swiping the shattered mirror from one of her tables, and a strap-on from one of her drawers.

you place the mirror directly in front of jinx’s cot, and to no surprise, jinx is completely bare now. her perfect heart of an ass in the air, pussy nearly glistening in the dim light with her arousal. she’s braced herself on her hands, and she isn’t moving, but you can tell by the way her arousal is already dripping down her inner thighs that she’s eager.

it’s a sight straight out of a porn film. the mad bomber, desperate and wanton. maybe you’ll buy a polaroid camera for next time, really capture the moment.

“ugh, toots, are you just gonna stand there, or are ya gonna fuck me?” she whines, only interrupted by the sound of the harness fastening around your hips.

“you’re not exactly in a place to make demands right now.”

you lean over her, your breasts pushing into the smooth skin of her back and your lips almost touching her ear.

“‘revolver’, if it gets too much.” you whisper.

and with that, the tip pushes past her folds. bright pink and dusted with glitter, about 8.5in and girthy. a large task for a small girl, but jinx insists she can take anything you give her.

“hngh- fuck!” she whines out, already beginning to buckle. you’ve got one hand rested on jinx’s hip, the other trailing down her side- her shoulder, the grooves of her ribs, her tiny waist, until it finds purchase on her other hip and you push into her.

another lewd cry falls from her lips. you’re barely even halfway in, and she’s already panting and moaning so pitifully. maybe another day you would’ve taken pity on jinx, but not after the shit she pulled.

“come on,” you coo. “can’t take it?”

“i didn’t- agh, say that-” she pants. the girl’s form is beginning to tremble, but you don’t waver. you ram the rest of the toy into her hole, which brings a borderline pathetic wail from her. the way her greedy hole is impaled by your cock is a sight you wish you could burn into your mind. if she were on her back, you bet you'd be able to see it from inside her stomach, but that can wait for another time.

“fuck- fuck! too big!”

“too big, huh? should’ve thought about that before you went and threw yourself at some guy.”

you ease the strap out of her, before slamming it back in. positively prying your girlfriend open. you then take one of jinx’s long twin braids in your hands, looping it once around your wrist and yanking. forcing her to look up.

she gasps with the motion, yet somehow, she still has the willpower to defy you. squeezing her eyes shut and grunting. you jerk her braid farther back, jinx hissing at the stinging pain.

“look at yourself.” you demand.

it’s then that you move. a slow pace at first, in, out, in, out. drawing wet squelches from her cunt with every thrust. she’s shaking and thrashing and whining, but you can’t deny the way jinx’s cunt sucks you in, clenches around you. greedy and sopping, as if it was made to take your dick.

“aah, hhhng- oh! oh!”

your pace is quickening, and you can hear the skin of your hips slapping into her ass. jiggling ever so slightly with each movement, but the best thing is the mirror.

there’s multiple images of the scene in the shattered glass. the sight is something right out of a dirty magazine; you pounding jinx’s poor, abused pussy from behind. jinx struggling to support her upper body despite her strength, you tugging at one of her braids and forcing her to look directly at her reflection. small tits bouncing with each thrust, plump lips open and the slightest bit of drool dribbling down her chin.

“do you see it?” you pant, the base of the toy nudging your clit with each thrust. “the- hah, way you look right now? while i’m fuckin’ you?”

“yes,” she breathes out, her voice a high shrill. her strength is starting to fail her, shaking on her arms and eventually dropping down to her elbows to support herself. a smirk tugs at your lips at the sight, seeing jinx being broken down so quickly. she brought this on herself, really.

"f-fuck, you look a mess," snapping your hips against jinx's, pathetic whimpers and whines falling from parted lips like a stream. "feels good, huh?"

"feels- hmmph, so good!" she groans. her body is being forced forward and back ever so slightly with each motion, and to see herself being fucked in real time is both thrilling and downright humiliating. jinx never knew this is what she looked like, so wrecked and sloppy, but she can't be bothered to care right now. all she can care about is you fucking into her relentlessly.

arousal dripping down her inner thighs, a stinging sensation in her scalp while you hold onto her hair. she knew you'd get jealous if she flirted- expected a thorough spanking, maybe, or for you to sit on her face and use her mouth until you were satisfied. never did jinx think you'd force her into a front-row seat to her own punishment.

“you’re not gonna do that again- mm,” you groan, base rubbing against you so right. “are you? hngg- tell me you won’t.”

“i won’t, i won’t! unghh, i’m sorry!”

she nearly screams out. the pleasure is mounting, it’s painful, she’s being stretched open and almost split down the middle. but it’s so fucking delicious, the feeling of you fucking her so thoroughly. so deeply. tears are beginning to well in her eyes, her mascara already running down her cheeks. it’s filthy. the tip of the plastic dick kisses her cervix with each thrust, coated in sleek juices.

"oh- oh, please," she breathes out. her bangs are sticking to the thin sheen on her forehead, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. "pleasepleaseplease-"

there it is. jinx is close, that much is obvious from her flushed expression, her straining against your grip, trying to push her hips back onto your cock like some needy slut. your own climax is building, but you want- need to see jinx get there first.

you reach underneath her with your free hand and press against her neglected clit, which draws a high-pitched squeal from jinx. you revel in the sound. right now, it’s as if jinx is an instrument, fine-tuned for your playing. making these beautiful, obscene sounds.

you can see hot tears running down her face in the mirror, lips parted and the pale expanse of her neck bared. her lipstick is smeared from the dribble running down her chin, and thin black streaks run down her cheeks.

“i’m- i’m gonna-!”

the girl doesn’t have time to finish her sentence before she squirts over your hand and the cot beneath her- coating you in light pink. she’s boneless, panting beneath you, collapsing as soon as you pull out of her and release her braid. she can’t muster up any words, she’s spent- laid on her stomach, sniffling and simply trying to breathe.

maybe next time, she won’t be so fucking vain.

[purplesannnieee]

Hi! Mine if I request? Can you do Reader who lost a bet and had to dress up as a dog? She has a cute and but flimsy maid outfit with the doggy ears and tail. I want this to be NSFW if you can, or you can make it where Jin likes it and he ends up demanding her to do a bunch of chores in his room. I choose a dog maid for her because dogs are known to be loyal and listens easily to their masters/owners.

Good luck with college though! I’m sure you’ll do great ❤️

Wolf Girl and Black Prince

18+, DO NOT INTERACT MINORS

A/n: yk what's crazy? the fact that someone I'm friends with literally is doing art of Jin with a dog leash, so I'm so on board with writing this 😭 (ALSO THANK YOU, I'LL BE NEEDING IT :D), also, if ya'll get the title reference, ifykyk ;), as it turns out, I think I just struggle with writing smut (considering that this is my first time writing one), 2.3k words, I gave up on why tumblr is formatting the images weird

summary: who the fuck told you this was going to be a good idea? it didn't help the fact that jin called you a servant. and yet, you had way too much confidence into making a bet with him, where if he didn't had to intervene in the next mission, he would no longer call you a servant. unfortunately, you lost, leading you to being a dog maid, while the tension between you and jin has rather...increased higher than usual warnings: this isn't in order, despite of the title, I promise you this isn't toxic (aka no angst!!), erm, a bit of bdsm? jin's a kinky mfer, i'm not going to make jin command reader to bark lol (it's funny tho), that mf's the type to do orgasm deny, and then fucking make you cum multiple times, creampie (please make sure to wrap it and use contraception :D, safe sex ya'll), idk why, he seems like the spanking type, that shithead degrades you, he'll call you names like, "my queen" (how romantic while you get fucked), aftercare king, I feel like this is going to be a bit messy, OH, mf's definitely a pussy sucker, mf's so fucking rough, oh yeah, that mf has a dick piercing too (it's canon), jin asks reader to light his cigarette in a rather intimate way (ifykyk), reverse prince albert(?) and standard ampallang(?), your writer was in fact sleepy asf when she asked this to her friend when asking what type of piercings Jin has 😭, I'm gonna be silly and let's just say Jin's revoking reader's v card, ig in this vers, reader's mc, but with ✨personality✨, SIZE KINK

Stupid fucking Jin. If you weren't walking around eggshells by now, you sure fucking failed at it. The two of you had recently made a bet, that if you were to succeed in your current mission without any intervention from him, then he would no longer call you a servant. Compared to if he did intervene, he would win, and you would have to do whatever he asked for a week without the intervention of Tohma. God, you were way too naive, as you were close to finishing, before fucking Jin intervened. While you did catch the anomaly…, that motherfucker gave you a smirk for only you to see, before walking away. What made it worse was that Tohma wouldn't be able to help you at all; so really, you were screwed.

Before you knew it, you were at your room for a moment, before hearing it rang. Picking it up, you groaned at the name, realizing that Jin was calling you. Not wanting to make a fuss about it, you sighed, before answering. "Good, you answered," he said, as you swore you could see him smirking, even despite not being in the same room. "In five minutes, meet me in my room, and make sure to knock five times," he added, before hanging up. You moved your phone away, baffled, before flopping onto your pillow, screaming into it. What the genuine fuck? You sighed, as you frowned, before walking out of your room and going to Jin's room. Arriving there, you knocked on the door five times, before hearing him say "Come in."

"You're fucking early," he gruffed from the same fucking couch he normally laid on. You could smell the hint of that rich classy ass cigarette he smoked on a basis. "Well, might as well get this over," you said, looking at his figure. You watched his arm move, and before you knew it, you could see him throw something at you, gasping, as you had to move forward to grab it. Looking at it, you noticed that it was a box, perhaps with something in there. "You have a minute to change into it," Jin said, as your eye twitched, being more annoyed. "You've got to be--," "Bianerus." Seriously? What the fuck Jin? "Change, now."

Almost immediately, your body reacted, as you started to take off your uniform. You frowned, as you would've preferred having your uniform on. Regardless, after leaving you to just your garments, you opened the box, only to turn red. It was…a fucking maid outfit? And dog ears too? Normally, you would've yelled at Jin, however, because he had to use his stigma, instead-- you changed into the rather flimsy maid uniform, along with putting the dog ear headband on. This almost reminded you of that anonymous dress you were sent (though you were sure it was Jin who sent it). The measurements were too accurate, granted, the uniform was a bit tighter around your curves.

"Wake me up when the paperwork's been organized," Jin said (practically ordered) before returning to sleep. You couldn't help but want to curse him out. However, instead, you looked towards the amount of paperwork, as you frowned, before sighing. You truly were going to regret this. What made it worse was that you probably wouldn't get any new missions, so this was a bad situation for you. You couldn't help but groan, as you started organizing the papers. You truly wondered how Tohma managed to deal with him sometimes. And yet, regardless, you continued.

Well, despite being mostly done with it. You were tired, way more than you would've preferred. "Fuck me," you muttered to yourself, at this point, annoyed. And well, despite how pissed off you were in the situation you were currently dealing with, part of you did care about Jin. Even with whatever potential weird fetish of his, sure, you might've complained a few times, but you were willing for him. Just him only. Unfortunately for you, while you were in deep thinking, you hadn't noticed Jin wake up and walk behind you, before hugging you.

"Jin!?" You became surprised, as you could feel his body being…surprisingly a bit warm compared to the dorms. However, that didn't help the fact that your face became flustered. Slowly, you could feel his hand tangle with your hand. While you weren't sure of what to make of this, this was rather--

"Bianerus." Jin used his stigma, as your body jolted against his. What did he want now? "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, his mouth close to yours. You couldn't help but shiver, your pussy clenching against nothing, before you said it. "Yes." Okay yeah no, you really were fucked. The two of you stood for a few minutes before you could feel him suddenly pick you up, as you were now carried again. Just like the last mission, he was holding you like his bride out of all things.

"W-Wait!" You yelled, flustered, and before you knew it, you were placed on the bed, before hearing another command of his. "On your knees," he said, without using his stigma. And yet, you still listened to him, getting on your knees and elbows, before he hummed. You could hear his steps farther away from you, as he seemed to grab something. Before long, you gasped, as you were immediately flipped onto your back, as Jin tied your wrists with one of your ties. You couldn't help but stay quiet, unsure what he would do now. You watched Jin disappear for a moment, before feeling your legs split apart. "What are you doing--," "Shut up," Jin said, as before you knew it, you gasped, as you could feel something warm and wet on your underwear. Before you could say anything, you let out a moan, as you could feel Jin sucking through your underwear, as his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

You tried to close your legs, as a mix of embarrassment and pleasure rose. However, Jin was firm with you keeping them open. "Don't you dare," he muttered between his laps, as you could feel your pussy clenching over nothing. "Jin….! You fucker…!" You whined, your hands writhed against the tie. He stopped momentarily, only to look up at you, smirking. "That's what I intend on doing," he teased, before moving your underwear onto the side. "I'm going to make you fucking beg me to fuck you until you cry," he said, before letting out a chuckle, noticing how you were reacting. "Such a pretty cunt…" Jin mumbled to himself, as he gave it a kiss, before lapping it. You couldn't help but moan, as you wanted to move, yet you knew if you did, he would probably command you to stop doing so.

You were too embarrassed to moan, the pleasure that coursed your body was too much. Your legs still trembled regardless, as you bit down your lip, though not enough to leave any blood. And yet, Jin stopped momentarily, as he moved up, holding your hand with his. "My room's fuckin' soundproof, so stop holding those pretty moans of yours back. Be loud as you can, my queen," he said, before looking at the uniform (that he totally forgot he told you to put on), his hands instantly ripping it. "I'll make sure to find a tailor later...," he muttered, though too quiet for you to catch what he said.

You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as Jin ended up going back to sucking on your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck— please...!" You let out a whine, throwing your head back against the pillow (funny enough, your headband fell off), as you desperately moved your body closer to his face. And yet, Jin suddenly stopped when you were getting close to your high, as you panted. "Why the fuck did you—," "Now I have to punish you," Jin let out a tsk, as he pulled your body toward his, while he sat up. To your realization, he placed you on his lap, your ass out. Goddamnit.

"Count," he said, and before you knew it, you gasped, as he slapped your ass. "One," you muttered, before receiving another. "Louder," he muttered, slapping it again before he gave you another chance. "Fuck—ONE!" You yelled as Jin smoothed over your lower cheeks, before slapping it again. "TWO!" You screamed as he continued until he reached ten. By then, your ass was red, your eyes tearing up, and yet, you enjoyed it? "So fuckin' wet..., are you into being spanked?" Jin teased, as two of his fingers spread your folds, as you were too stimulated to try and close your legs. "Jin...," you whined, as he hummed. "Wanna get fucked, please...!" That was probably the last thing you consciously remembered before you overdid yourself.

Next thing you knew, your back was back on the bed, as your binded wrists were above your head. You watched as Jin pulled his necktie off, stripping the rest of whatever clothes he had on the top off. His hands trailed down to the edge of his pants, unzipping them, as you noticed how hard he already was from his boxers. You could feel yourself clenching again, as he smirked at you. "Seems like my dear queen can't take her eyes off me," he teased, his hands slowly taking off his boxers, his cock sprung to his stomach. The only thought to yourself was, 'Oh my God, that's a big fucking dick with piercings!'

Of course, you were too focused on Jin's cock to notice your legs being moved onto his shoulders, only for the sudden surge of embarrassment to rise. "Wait! Please...be gentle?" You asked, though while you weren't planning on telling him, he would become your first. Jin looked at you for a moment, before he started rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "Only because you asked," he agreed, as the both of you could hear the lewd sounds your wet folds and his tip were making. "As long as you keep your eyes on me," he said, as he didn't give you a chance to respond, slowly thrusting his cock in, splitting you whole.

Your body tensed, trying to comprehend the fact that you were being penetrated right now. While you didn't feel much pain, you felt rather...stuffed. "Ya, tryin' to keep me inside of you forever...?" Jin groaned as he could feel your gummy walls clinging to his cock. "It's...not my fuckin' fault you're so big!" You whined, your hands desperate to at least hold on to something. You could feel how warm his hands were, as they caressed your body, before undoing the tie, your hands being free. Your hands immediately grasped his, as they intertwined. Thankfully, despite Jin struggling, he was patiently waiting for you. It took a few minutes, as while you hadn't noticed, he was only partially inside of you, and while he did want to ruin you; Jin would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

A few minutes passed by, as you slowly adjusted to his size. Jin did his best to stay still for your own sake, only to let out a groan, feeling yourself moving slowly. "Jin~!" You let out a whine, as his gaze softened. "Kiss me, please?" Without a second to waste, his lips immediately pressed against yours, as he gently bit your lip, asking your permission. You let your mouth open, granting him access to it, his tongue exploring yours. You could still taste a hint of your own juices, as you let out a moan. The way he was kissing you was surprisingly sweet, and definitely hungry (not like he wasn't sucking your pussy like a starved man just a few minutes ago).

Slowly, Jin started to thrust into you, experimenting with where your sweet spots were. Granted, the position you were in definitely helped him. Your moans sounded so sweet to him, he almost wanted to keep you like this for a while. But for now? He would make you a pretty mess— all for him. "Fuck! Jin…please…!" How your wanton moans sounded like music, and Jin would be the only one who would be able to listen to such beautiful sounds. It felt better, as you were feeling so good, and he knew you were feeling perhaps more pleasure than he was having now.

"Fuck it," Jin muttered to himself, as you were too dumbed to understand what he said. All you knew was that he slowly pulled out until the only thing that was in was the tip, before thrusting sharply. You let out a gasp, as Jin soon enough started to thrust at a fastened pace, your walls clenching from the sudden movement, and your hand's grip tightened around his hands. Before you knew it, you could feel a knot forming, as you broke the kiss, panting. "Fuck fuck fuck— I feel something weird…!" You whined as Jin chuckled. "Go on, cum my pretty slut," he groaned, as before you knew it, you felt yourself climaxing, your body trembling from orgasming.

The thing was? Jin quite wasn't done. "Don't hold it back, my queen," he said, slowing down a bit to let you recover before fastening his pace again. You let out a mix of moans and whines, as Jin's cock began hitting your cervix; which led to you orgasming more. Before you knew it, Jin's pace became irrational, as he was trying to thrust as possible as he could. "Fuck— gonna cum in ya and let you have my kids," he groaned, as you teared up from how overstimulated you were. It didn't take long before you came one last time, as Jin filled you up; you felt so warm and full, as Jin let go of your legs, before hugging you. "I love you," he muttered, as you simply hummed in response, before kissing him back. "Love ya too," you muttered, before poking him. "I'm never going to wear whatever the fuck that was that you told me to put on though." After that, Jin did not accept any advice about you from Tohma.

[puckpocketed]

i am watching all of twitter freak out over macklini grabbing cooley and flipping him to the ground like "oh my god the baby is fighting!!! why is he fighting!!!" and I am just sitting there like. yes. of course he would be! for you see, he is Goon (lovingly) (thinking about when he reportedly was going at it with his captain in a BU practice after possibly concussing one of his teammates in practice) (just macklin things ig)

like I know some 1oas (bedard, jhughes) are built like a twig and fall over at a stiff breeze but I promise you celebrini plays physical. in fact he is probably now begging goonwag luke kunin to teach him how to scrap so he can be the best at that too

incredible message to wake up to. good morning stereax beloved <3

I'm gonna need a citation for Macklin going at it with McCarthy (are you saying Mack was the one who possibly concussed a guy.??) because if true that is certifiably.... yeah. klajsdkljaskl [EDIT: citation acquired for mixing it up with McCarthy.] and I genuinely got no clue about jhughes but afaik Bedard is actually kind of a small tank? small, but a tank! (<- all me being pedantic)

fun fact you can go back in time on this blog and see my eyes bugging out as I liveblog a BU match where Macklini runs a guy into the boards LMAO. I'm a believer that he's a subsistence goon, by the by... I think he's proven he can play a hard but clean game so far in the NHL and he's only really gonna get mixed up if someone goes at him or a teammate, as was the case last night.

in any case i am hardly a scholar, i really did just watch a few matches and do some light reading for a primer (at the time we hadn't won the draft lottery yet so he was sorta just an honourable mention slide) @wheelsnipecelebrini would probably be able to weigh in on his college career better than me <3

re: the fuss about it on socmed... there's probably something to be said here about the whole "he's a baby" thing. idk if im the one to talk to about it at length. it IS inchresting to me the way people will take his youth and sorta run with it as a defining trait (and all the extra tags that go along with youth: softness, innocence, etc.) some kinda flanderisation effect going on here...?

[lovely-p-issues]

I have this fanfiction idea for times when my English will become acceptable: (it was in my drafts for months and tbh if I didn't post it today like this, with mistakes and stupid parts, I wouldn't have posted it at all, so, sorry ig)

Book 1: The war

How it all started

Let's make Azulon not madly-evil, but just regular-size-evil: he didn't plan to kill Zuko, because it's a stupid idea to get rid of your possible heir, he just wanted to take a son from Ozai - so he decided to make Zuko Iroh's heir, de facto making him Iroh's son (let's not focus on formality, just assume that you can switch your fathers if you are highborn enough)

(Zuko's life isn't in danger, so Ursa doesn't kill Azulon and he'll be ruling at least to the end of that book)

It may seem a great idea (especially in comparison with killing Zuko) but we can't forget that Iroh just lost a son and is still in grief, absolutely not ready to take care of another kid. He still needs to learn how to find a new path and calm his spirit and now he needs to do it with Zuko around him.

Iroh decides to take Zuko with him for his journey - Azulon approves this, seeing his son (and heir) needs to learn how to live after losing Lu Ten and thinking that Iroh may finally teach Zuko some actual fire bending

"I do not want to want to leave, Azula. I'm sorry, little sister."

"Whatever, Zuzu. At least you won't be distracting me from my lessons. Finally, something good comes from this whole fuss around you."

(In fact, she's not happy. Not at all)

______

At this point, Iroh is not yet the nice old man you know from ATLA. He's a broken man, trying to find a purpose in his life, triggered by Zuko's alikeness to Lu Ten and tired of being imposed on things like taking care of a teenager.

He's not Ozai, he's not cruel or even just bad, he just can't force himself to care.

They don't really talk, only sometimes to establish a plan for their further journey. The worst moments are when Iroh calls Zuko Lu Ten's name and then suddenly stops, looking at him in shock. After that kind of incidents, they stay silent for days.

Zuko starts to blame himself for being, well, alive, when his much better cousin is dead. He convinces himself it would be better if he died and Lu Ten lived.

Zuko spends most of his time alone. He hates making Iroh sad and upset so he chooses to stay away. He doesn't know what this all thing with White Lotus, he just likes the idea of his uncle/formal-dad having friends.

Yet, they travel all around the world and for the first time in his life Zuko sees what sharing progress and civilization by Fire Nation looks like. And he doesn't like that.

He's still loyal to his family, so he doesn't believe that his grandfather knows what is happening.

He decides that he needs to make a proper report (soul of writer, ya know).

He makes notes and talks with people, even if he hates how awkward it is. He believes that it's necessary to help them.

I think it's a wonderful idea to see Zuko interviewing - I mean, investigating-

Zuko's raport list - random traders complaining about the difficulty of staying afloat, - migrants who are fleeing war or have lost their homes to fighting, prisoners of war (this doesn't go down too well, thank goodness Zuko is still a kid and his passion seems adorable so no one kills him), - strange ladies in nice outfits who are paid by horrible men for no one knows what, - malnourished scarred soldiers of the Fire Nation, - children of the Earth Kingdom who teach him their stupid game (once he understood the rules, it wasn't THAT stupid, but still), - crazy old ladies, who won't stop pinching his cheeks, - a young girl with a scar on her face who didn't want to tell him much, but Zuko knew what accidental burns looked like and this wasn't one of them, - a group of artists whose theatre burned down after they refused to perform plays approved by the Fire Nation authorities, - a mother who asks him if he knows what happened to her son who was an earth bender and one day. .. just didn't come home

But we all know that Zuko always prefered to act than think. Pretty often Sometimes he disappears for a night. With him disappears an old, theatre mask.

Son came home and left with his mom. Someone left some gold for the soldiers to buy food. Someone bought the most useless things from traders. Someone left burn ointment made by someone who must have grown up surrounded by fire, on the doorstep of the poor girl. And many other, strange things happened.

Of course no one suspects anything or anyone. Trust me. Not a single soul.

______

Zuko is still training but can't even be angry enough to make a big fire. He's just frustrated and that makes him choke with smoke more than anything.

But with every other day, he feels worse. He gets letters from Azula who started to receive more attention from their mother since Zuko was away. When Ozai's influence is limited, she becomes a little more normal. She's still sharp as a knife and dangerous, but feeling loved by both her parents (even if Oazi is more focused on trying to control her and transform her into a weapon) decreases her psychopathic behaviour.

"Mom asked me to take care of your stupid turtle ducks, dum dum"

She thinks he will be happy hearing that she spends time with their mom, and Zuko, honestly, is happy. It's just-

"Am I even still her son since I'm Uncle Iroh's heir?"

-where is his place now?

For the first time in days, he feels an actual rage. And just like this, his fire bending becomes hundreds of times better, even unhinged and dangerous.

Iroh sees this while coming back from meditation (or whatever) and in a second feels that something is wrong.

He reaches out to Zuko, offering him some advice and lessons, but Zuko, a 13-year-old, harmfully lonely and practically neglected at this point prince, can't hold back anymore:

"YOU WANT TO TEACH ME AFTER MONTHS OF IGNORING ME? YOU'RE JUST LIKE FATHER, HE LOOKS AT US ONLY WHEN WE ARE ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE! WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME WHEN I COULD NOT HOLD A LITTLE FLAME IN MY HANDS? I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID ADVICE NOW! YOU WEREN'T THAT WISE WHEN YOU LOST BA SING SE AND GOT LU TEN KILLED"

Iroh sters at him calmly for a few seconds.

"You are right. I wasn't. I'm trying to do better. If you change your mind about training, you know where to find me."

Zuko comes to his Uncle by night.

They don't really train. They drink tea instead.

And it becomes a habit.

After a few days, they start to actually train.

They need to breathe a lot. It's too much for Zuko, but Iroh is rather stubborn about this one.

After a few weeks, for the first time in his life, Zuko feels that fire bending is soothing and just pleasant. It feels like home.

It can't last forever. Of course.

______

They stayed for a long time in the Earth Kingdom. One day Zuko sees Ba Sing Se and vast fields of previous battles, trampled, dry land and piles of burnt bodies.

It's not the work of some mad general or bunch of scared soldiers fighting for their lives. It's his chubby nice tea-loving uncle's work. This is not an accident, an accidental casualty of war. They are the pride of the Fire Nation. This is their honour. This is their civilisation and progress.

That's what his family is doing to the world. Purposely.

Something is breaking inside him. Thoughts of mourning for Lu Ten. No one has ever mentioned all those bodies, the people who died here too. His uncle, his good uncle, his father, the pride of his Nation, only cried over his son. He never even hesitated to burn to a crisp anyone who defended his home. Against them.

Zuko isn't very smart, as we know. He screams a lot at Iroh. And then he leaves.

He thinks to himself, that Lu Ten, who actually fought in those battles would understand that it was wrong. But Lu Ten would also know what to do about it.

He wanders for days, trying to avoid people, untill

He crushes into something.

"Why are you running, flame-boy? Your pants are on fire?" *wild laugh*

And this is how Prince Zuko met Lady Toph Beifong.

[fadelbison]

I'll need elaboration on the first being jealous over book thing

by god who are you people and why weren't you born with the knowledge of first's hat meltdown on live for Only Friends Premiere. I am super scattered so I could only find this one video of it and that too from my twitter fk conspiracy theorist friend who wishes to remain anon so I will be creditting her as FK chatgpt from now on. The link will lead you to something gay enough as it is.

But you have to understand how I experienced it which is with my own two eyeballs as they livestreamed it unsubbed. Please imagine my confusion as I was watching First having some kind of meltdown over hats on this live. No, I do not know what the word for hats is in Thai. Yes, I could still tell it was about hats.

Because he kept changing it and fussing with it. Like they will have fully moved on from the topic and First will come back to the hat!!!! It wasn't until several hours later that I found out that it was because Khaotung said Book looked cute in his hat that First wanted to find a hat that Khaotung would also compliment him in.

I don't even remember things get buried in twitter so fast. But I am fairly certain that it wasn't even an offhand compliment. They were talking about hats! iirc the guys were in fact making fun of khaotung for wearing a hat inside. Or first and khaotung were wearing hats and the rest were making fun of them??? ideeek but somehow everyone got around to putting on hats. That's why Force has the bunny filter on.

I'm also pretty sure Khaotung told first that he looked cute in the hat after but for some reason it wasn't sincere enough for First??? And he changed hats three times. i know lives are like freestyle and what not but this is one they decided to do in anticipaction of a series premiere where you're generally supposed to stay on the vicinity of the show i seriously doubt this was a scripted thing for fanservice. Especially since First watches his series with Khaotung is a fully established ritual of his. i dont know anything anymore so tl;dr first had a meltdown over hats on ig live because khaotung who is fully inside firsts house said book kasidet looked cute in a hat do with this information what you will

[babybucks]

there's something about how eddie hanging out with tommy could be a parallel to how he chose to go with marjan during the 911 ls crossover...

like: they're in texas, buck keeps staring at marjan aka this super cool and famous firefighter, and eddie can't keep buck's attention off her long enough to pay attention to him. so the first chance he gets, he goes with marjan, even if it meant not partnering with buck.

i have my personal headcanons about that whole thing, so i always thought it was jealous!eddie scoping out the new object of buck's attention, with the bonus of buck not getting to spend time with that person. in the meantime, he gets into her instagram to see what the fuss is about and *subtly* drops that yeah me and buck are coparenting a child and he built my kid a skateboard actually. at the end of that trip, he's friendly to marjan and even asks her to follow buck back on ig (bc he doesn't think she'll be a threat anymore)

so maybe eddie notices that there was something between buck and tommy during the cruise rescue and decides to put a stop to it immediately by putting himself in the middle. and ofc buck gets bothered (and bewildered) that eddie's choosing not to spend time with him, choosing to spend time with this other person, even when buck was the one who thought that person was cool in the first place.

anw i have jealous!eddie on my bingo card so i'm def biased about how i want this episode to go

[ciwzing]

childe as your bf (smau / fem! reader)

bf childe who's so fucking insufferable but god does he treat you so good

gf reader who just wants to be treated good and bf childe who treats you more than good, giving you the princess treatment and everything.

bf childe who doesn't fail to spoil you and pay for anything if it involves you and sweet pretty you who doesn't fail to complain.

"Ajax if you keep this up people would think I'm only with you for your money"

"Well I have the money for it can't blame you priness" He finds it nothing more than amusing when you make such a big fuss about what other people think it's cute how you care about what others says when in fact he couldn't give a single shit, so what if you're using him just for his money atleast you can make a use of him 😽

Some may call him a simp or down bad but he doesn't take offense to it, though he prefers calling it him being devoted to you.

bf childe who always post your pictures on all his socials with the cheesiest and sappy captions known to man.

bf childe who's your also personal photographer, the first thing he does when there's a beautiful view or lightning is to fetch his phone and take a picture of you doesn't matter if you're unaware of the camera focused on you, hell he thinks candid photos is better because it really captures the moments.

bf childe that always have a seperate calendar to take notes on the flowers he gives you to know when the flowers wilt just for him to give you another set of expensive flowers

bf childe that teases you for being eager and impatient when the both of you guys kissed when in fact he's the eager one.

"so aggressive princess, you want me that bad?"

"shut up and keep kissing me"

bf childe who keeps chasing your lips when you pull away from the kiss, his eyes painted with love still in dazed from the kiss the both of you shared.

bf childe that only grinned cockily when other men approach you thinking they have a chance just for them to be shut down when he gave you a lingering kiss on the side of your neck and lead you to walk pass by them with an arm around your waist, not forgetting to purposely bumped his shoulder to the guy and let out a snicker just to add a little bit of salt on the wound, not uttering a single word when his distaste is enough

just bf childe that's a menace to everyone except for his pretty spoiled princess.

✉️ Notes: i may or may not got carried away 🤭 someone requested this but ig Tumblr deleted their ask😭 (send an ask or comment here if you want to be added with this type of posts of mine)

[queermentaldisaster]

“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Holy fucking shit y'all, it's been a while since I've updated this fic. Finally managed to finish this chapter, so here you go! I don't remember if there was a tag list or not so uh...woe be upon ye ig, lol. Enjoy!

“Thank you for letting us use your interrogation room, Alejandro.” Price thanked him, as Soap kept Graves moving forward, Ghost at his side, in panther form.

Graves stayed quiet, even as Alejandro shot him a glare, before speaking to Price. “It’s no problem. You all are a part of this force as far as we are concerned,” Alejandro said, with a soft smile. “Mi casa es tu casa. It means that my home is your home.”

Price smiled. “Gracias, Alejandro.”

Soap pushed Graves into the interrogation room, Ghost following behind. Graves went to the chair without a single fuss, sitting down and letting Soap restrain him. Soap’s eyes narrowed. ‘Suspicious.’ He thought, before grabbing Graves’ chin. “Where’s all yer fight, ye bawbag?” Soap demanded. Ghost tilted his head, watching Graves closely.

Graves looked Soap in the eyes, his face expressionless. He didn’t say a word, which only raised Soap’s suspicions. Ghost let out a low growl, stepping closer, his tail lashing. Price stepped in, crossing his arms. “What’s going on, Soap?” The older man asked, and Soap looked back at Price.

“He’s doin’ nothin’. Nae dout he’s up tae somethin’.” Soap spat, his eyes narrowed further. He let go of Graves’ chin, stepping back. Graves let his head hang low, visibly refusing to do anything but sit there. Ghost snarled, just as Gaz entered the room who let out a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring.

“Alright, everyone out, I need to work.” Gaz ordered, and Soap nodded, leaving with Ghost and Price.

•✧-----------------------------------✧•

Gaz came out about an hour later, sitting on the couch in the lounge, right next to Roach, who was rambling to Ghost and Soap. Soap looked up. “Any luck?” He asked.

Gaz shook his head. “Not exactly. He told me what we already knew, but nothing more.” He grumped, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Soap hummed, idly picking at a scab on his arm.

“Hm. He's bein’ too cooperative.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he stared into the distance. “I cannae tell if he's daft or suicidal.”

Ghost chuffed and put a paw on Soap's hand, drawing him back to reality. He looked down at the panther and used his free hand to scratch behind his ears. “Och, ah dinnae ken if it matters either. He's no’ goin’ free.”

Gaz hummed, tapping his fingers on the holster of his gun. “Not sure it's either of those.” He murmured, causing the others to look at him with confusion. Gaz shrugged, looking directly at Soap. “He mentioned something in passing as I was leaving. Something about how he just wanted to keep what he'd managed to build.”

Roach arched an eyebrow. “Shepherd threatened to destroy his life?” Gaz shrugged again and Ghost's ears flicked in irritation from the repeated tapping on the holster.

Soap slipped Gaz a pen to twirl as the other man began speaking. “Maybe. But I'm not so sure that it's that simple. I'ma talk to Price, see if he and Laswell can dig up Graves’ files. We're missing a piece here.”

Ghost growled, displeased with what Gaz was implying. Gaz looked at him with a sigh. “I know, you want him six feet under, but he could have extra information we need and I need to know where to push to get that information.”

Soap scratched Ghost's head, nodding at Gaz. “Aye, we can understand that. We're nae goin’ tae be happy about it though.”

[ppeonppeonhan]

Found this in my drafts:

Today, I woke up and decided I wanted to cry, so...it's time to finally watch I Told Sunset About You.

Let's see what all the fuss is about.

EPISODE 1

16:47 - Already started crying. Baby Teh doing the school play fight choreography backstage got me tearing up.

25:22 - Wow teenage Teh's been waiting to date this girl for 2 years? The future is bound to be awkwardo. 😬

37:33 - I just screamed. Teh is being so embarrassing, trying to copy Oh-aew's IG and then getting caught staring. Literally screaming at the teacher calling him out for his new hairstyle.

56:43 - Not loving that Teh only apologized after he beat Oh-aew. 🤔 Wonder what will happen after Teh realizes Oh-aew likes Bas?

1:03:14 - Jesus! Friend breakups are gut wrenching.

End - I see Teh is a persistent bish.

EPISODE 2

01:40 - Is Bas your chauffer? Is a great question. Lol

06:52 - Oh god.....is Teh going to decline the college offer so Oh-aew can attend?

08:40 - Uh oh Teh's dog Tuty is homophobic. 👀

15:54 - This incredibly wholesome confession of their virginity mid-bike ride is hilarious. Who thought otherwise? Lol

30:01 - Oh I get it. Teh felt special and then he realized Oh-aew was just treating him like everyone else. Been there. 🙃

31:42 - Wow Teh is truly a disaster. The way boys don't know how to process their feelings is alarming. Had to cover my eyes when he announced he was a virgin to his classmates randomly...

33:37 - Got it. Got it. Got it. So Teh fell first. This child put on an old uniform to infiltrate his "friend's" school to tell him that he wants best friend status. 🤦🏾‍♀️ Babbyyyy the jealousy is queer-coded.

35:57 - Interesting. He's taking this "I like Bas" confession really well. Can't imagine this will last long. Lol

41:01 - That entire skinship queer test was stressful as hell to watch.

43:21 - Oh my god I'm dying. Why would telling all your friends you're going to hit on Oh-aew make sense? Tell Bas only as a test. Why is this a group announcement? I'm gonna pass out. This man has no chill.

44:03 - 🤣🤣🤣 That was the longest 30 seconds of my life. This show reminds me of My Only 12% so much.

53:20 - Jesus Teh is 🚩🚩🚩 city. This series captures modern love so well. Setting jealousy bait to see if he looks. A classic. That poor girl wasting her first kiss on this fool.

1:10:26 - "Don't give my time to others." Snaps snaps. Tell 'em!

1:12:50 - Oh my god this bish grew to love the smell of coconut he used to hate so much. IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING!

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I finished the series but stopped live reacting. Lol Chose not to watch the sequel to protect my peace.

[pseudowho]

hello again, anon with the sour-smelling kitty 💀😭

STAWP. I mean it. stop rn dawg. you're too sweet (I have never been made to feel so safe talking about this stuff EVEN with my gyno who is A WOMAN 😭). like idk if I should just go on ranting on abt how much I love you¿ or like keep thanking you¿ because you make me feel so safe¿ and, oddly enough, so small¿¿ I'm literally crying..idk if this is a normal reaction but meh. I think what could be causing that smell from what you said would be the pads I use, cuz I sure as hell wash it everyday and only wear cotton underwear..and as pathetic as it is 💀 I can't really invest in any other high end pads or something.. like ik I should but like- I can barely afford food rn (student loans :')) so wtvr ig. but again, thank you. you really must be such a comfort to be around. @mrhaitch you better take care of her good.

and also, NO I WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO SMELL MY KITTY WDYM SHUT UP 😭😭 as sweet as that is of you to say, I wouldn't want you to do that for me 😭 verbal diagnosis is enough

This kind of advice should be free to access and given without judgement. Thankfully, here, it is! Hooray! Don't be embarrassed. There's genuinely nothing to be embarrassed for. Health Education is utterly vital, and I'm a massive advocate for it.

Regarding the pads; don't worry. When I wear disposable sanitary pads or cheaper polyester reusable ones, I smell like a SWAMP at the end of the day. I can't stand it either. But, my vagina is 100% guaranteed healthy and normal. As you said; a good clean, then if you can just air out a bit, huh?

Alright?

No fuss needed. And, as the ex Triage Lead for pregnant women in my local hospital, you have no idea how many pads and things I have smelled. I'm so unashamed of vaginas and bodies, it's gross to everyone outside of my profession, I'm fully aware of this.

Much love. As always.

-- Haitch xxx

[laguera25]

This fandom, I swear to God.

Over on Paul's latest IG post, someone named lifad_tour kicks up a fuss about the wrong kind of people being in the background of the photo. When pressed for specifics, we get these nuggets of brilliant fannish reasoning:

Yes, a bunch of sad obsessives who lurk on IG to stan the band are big mad that someone who is "mentally challenged" and obsessed got to be in a photo with Paul. I guess being obsessed is okay if you're not mentally challenged, though.

The whole thing is gross. Either the person in question is mentally challenged, and that fact is being lumped in with whatever misdeed they might have committed and used to disqualify them from being in a photo with their unchallenged betters(though from where I'm sitting, that's a dubious assertion, indeed), or they aren't, and it's being used as a cheap jab in itself.

Either spill the beans about what this person did that was so heinous as to merit exclusion from a photo, or STFU. This fandom has had more than enough drama the past few years.

And shove your ableism up your asses.

[mrs-monaghan]

Jikook also have the same exact pots & exact brand confirmed. So now what? The dishes TK have ARE NOT the same set. Same brand, but Tae's set is Fondaco & JK's set is Incanto. Both sets have been identified. The odds of ALL OF BTS members having the same brands in their house is high cause all the stuff they get sent for free. JK's has had his dishes since early 2022.

JK can't be stirring shit with Tkk when he actively debunks TK. That hickey was about as loud as you can get, cause that represents him cheating on Tae with Jimin and then he rubbed it in Tae's face, who was smiling the whole time. Me, I'm kicking one, while actively tearing the others hair out. I'm not smiling if you show up after a night of drunken gay shenanigans just the two of you alone and you get a sus hickey on your neck. I'm throat punching the hell out of you both. JK's thirst trap for JM's bday. Also not okay if JK is dating Tae. The 2 hour JM live watching old Jimin and Jikook clips, while talking about JM 2 hours straight, with his big in love heart eyes on full display, is ALSO NOT OKAY if JK is dating Tae. JK spending a couple holiday with JM confirmed and not Tae is not okay if JK is dating Tae. JK attending a premiere with his friend of 13 years & having drinks after and going home separately CONFIRMED. Is VERY OKAY AND NORMAL. Understand what counts as line crossing and what doesn't. Then the answer to who is really real becomes very evident and clear. No matter what Jikook define their relationship as, they fucking & been fucking for years. Sorry not sorry.

Anon, well put. Well fucking put 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Guys I woke up this morning and I honestly did not think we would be discussing utensils in order to determine what ship is real. Honestly, this shit is ludicrous. But if the vermin wanna say Tkk is real because they have the same plate then, well... 2 can play at that game. Ig

Jimin's pot

JK's pot

So can we all just conclude that this topic is ridiculous and just put this to bed? Because if we really wanna get into it, there is a million reasons as to why Tkk could have matching bowls.

Option 1) V doesn't cook so for all we know all this could be catering. Or his friends could have brought the food and the dishes

Option 2) V's table 👆🏽 has alot of RANDOM plates but V only has that one bowl.

Meanwhile Jk has a matching set. So,

How do we know during one of ot7 visits, JK didn't cook everyone food and V took away some in one of JK's matching bowls?

Option 3) When they all moved out from the dorm, someone may have gifted all members bowls. Like anon mentioned above, they get shit for free all the time. Or, a member could have gifted others these bowls

Option 4) Tannies went to see JK, brought food with them and JK kept their plates. All their plates. Not just V's.

Option 5) JK visited V and stole his plates. Or took some food with him in V's plate.

Or option 6) Like an anon earlier mentioned, almost everything in JK's house is from Hybe. Who's to say that doesn't include utensils??

Option 7) According to anon, Isn't even the same damn plate. Something about Fodaco Vs Incanto 🤷🏽‍♀️

I bring up all the above reasons because it's preposterous how much weight is being put on a single plate. I'm not saying Jkkrs don't look at pans and bowls, that would be hypocritical. I'm just saying when we found out Jikook have the pan we didn't fuss about it this damn much. We have bigger things to fuss about. So maybe y'all should be asking yourselves why one single plate means so damn much.

In conclusion:

That hickey was about as loud as you can get, cause that represents him cheating on Tae with Jimin, and then he rubbed it in Tae's face, who was smiling the whole time.

[the-mighty-mittens]

playing End Roll bc I heard it has some similarities to Omori and I'm bored

reactions below, so spoilers ig

Immediately scared what did I do to get here

lmao why does this kid kinda look like Basil, is that why I'm here

Ah yes a "perfectly happy dream" I don't buy that for a second

Oh hey I didn't die immediately cool

Oh ig my name's Russel

Why are there just. tubes of eyeballs in everyone's houses

These animals are so mean :'( why do they hate me

I met everyone but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now

ah nvm figured it out

(fighting a green eyeball monster) You know what I did to who?

Oh we have monkey-related trauma cool

Alright then

Oh that's creepy (my house is all bloody-looking)

Oh buddy you need a therapist don't ya

Is this guy supposed to represent the zookeeper

And now I'm back here

Right back to dreaming cool

Why does this guy look like me wtf

"You alright in the head?" No probably not

Aw no one came to his birthday :(

Oh I got killed by some boxes cool

I'm gonna lose to a cake

Ok so Tabasa is the zookeeper and Gardenia must be the kid that invited Russel to her birthday party

I am fully relying on this cake healing Gardenia rn XD Everyone else is out

AS I SAY THAT it knocks her full out wtf

Also what is this "if only you had wings" line about

Oh no

stairs mentioned in a psychological horror game

this can only end well

I FINALLY BEAT IT LET'S GOOOOO

what a lot of fuss for a frying pan, yeesh

What about her dad?

HE PUSHED HER DOWN THE STAIRS OMG Mari has a twin

"Today will involve Cody" What did I do to Cody oh no

Yk I sympathized with Sunny 'cause we kind of got the "reverse character development" but idk how I feel about this Russel kid so far

I just noticed his outfit, what is it about collared shirts with vests that mentally ill teenage boys like so much XD

Oh hey there are healing spots nice

The thing with Russel is he knows full well what he's done, he just doesn't give a shit and that scares me XD

Kitties!

What did the kitties drop

please tell me it's just catnip or smth

Oh yeah it's catnip

Something about a church burning and the sound of a match? Did this kid commit arson too

I keep losing to the tree lady :(

Oh both Cody and Dogma died cool

[pillow-talk-and-sleepy-cuddles]

I don't even know what to ask about or for. What's on your mind Rowan? Drop the thoughts.

omg... hi lumi.

what i'm thinking of rn? ooh... sex store and omegaverse aus. specifically the smut part of them.

in the sex store au: grian tuning into his first live show of scar's out of curiousity. he thought scar was pretty adamant that he tune in when he came into the store earlier, so who was he to deny his offer to watch him later? he may not be into sex, but he could get behind seeing a man make a fool of himself for money for a few minutes he supposed. he would just stay for a few minutes and then leave. then he actually starts watching and oh. wait, scar was handsome. how did Grian not relaize that earlier? he didn't know but he sure did notice now. oh and look at those abs, the way they flexed as he moved. grian wasn't even paying attention to what scar was doing to himself anymore, instead focused on those strong arms and abs. he couldn't see his face, it wasn't in frame(probably to keep random weirdos from approaching him on the street and doing whatever they did to cam stars), but he mulled over the vision of what it did look like earlier that day in his head as he sat on his bed looking intensely at his phone.

in the omegaverse au: grian's presentation suppressants run out. after being on them for over a decade, he knows he's about to go into a super bad heat. he doesn't have much time to prepare for it and he knows this. he hastily gets today enough food and water to last him during his heat as his head slowly gets fuzzier and his skin starts to get warmer. by the time everything is ready and he's sent out a message that he's sick and he doesn't want anyone to come over and help him to try to deter all his servermates to at least try to keep his heat a secret(despite the fact that he knows if anyone gets even remotely close to his base they'll know he's in heat), he's throwing off his clothes with frustration as he jumps into his nest(he's an avian so he has one) and fusses with it until it's just right, nice and pretty for any potential mates who may be interested in him. in his last moments of full awareness he fumbles around as he looks for the toys that he knew were scatter around his nest from all those lonely nights. he finds them fairly quickly and succumbs to his heat as he thrusts his fingers in and out of his wet, pliant hole, preparing himself for a dildo(just to hold him over until a mate found him, his brain would tell itself to keep him calmer).

enter scar.

fdjslkfjsdlkjf that actually didn't end up being too smutty but whatever take it or leave it ig LOL.