#also if this reads very familiar i DID post it on my old blog

[woodsborostabathon]

every once in a while, i do in fact think abt how quinn taunting gale with this was likely just as much a projection of her own pain + guilt over not being able to do anything to prevent richie’s death, or even so much as be there with him as he died (and pretty brutally at that), as it was her just looking to hit the worst nerve she could. and yeah. yeah. it does absolutely get me.

[ramp-it-up]

Planting Seeds

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Summary: You get your fill of Henry.

Pairing: Ceo!Henry Cavill x Reader au

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: Henry Cavill is a beautiful man, idc, idc. He is the faceclaim to some of my fantasies. @nissaimmortal may have not so innocently fed me one line and here I am, feral. Hope you like it! Feed me through reblogs, comments, and likes. Also asks are fun!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! All mistakes my own. Employer/employee dynamic, age gap, reference to annual gyno exam, masturbation, contraceptive talk, a little bit of angst, rom-coms, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, heavy breeding kink, rough, raw p-in-v, begging kink, threat of orgasm denial, degradation and praise, did i say breeding kink? Talking you through it, creampie, cum kink, is she or isn't she?

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You were knee-deep in the finishing touches of an important project, but there was no avoiding it, you needed to go.

Henry’s brows knitted together as he looked up from his notes when you rose from the conference room table.

“Sorry, Boss. I have my annual appointment at lunch today. I’ve put this off for months, so I really have to go.” 

You patted his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

“I put in your lunch order. Make sure you eat, Henry.”

His lips curled into a small smile as he removed his reading glasses, eyes soft. 

“Of course. You must attend to your health. And yes, Dear.”

You grinned at his endearment.

“Good thing you haven’t beaten up my box lately. Wouldn’t want Dr. Hutchins to ask what we’ve been up to.”

You winked, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to leave. His raised eyebrow and smirk followed you out the door. Henry watched you go, eyes trailing your body as you hurried to the elevator. 

You had both been drowning in work lately, too exhausted for anything beyond curling up together at the end of the day. Yet, as he sat there, a flicker of anxiety stirred inside him. You were younger. Your relationship was still new. 

Would you want a family? And if so, would you want one with him, a man old enough to be their grandfather? He shook off the thought and refocused on the task at hand.

A couple of hours later, your text lit up his screen.

Had to have my IUD out.  Two more weeks until the other method kicks in.  So we’ll have to wait a little longer or use condoms. And be very careful.

Henry swallowed hard. He hadn’t even been thinking about sex, until you told him not to. Now it was all he could think about. He’d been fucking you raw for a while now and he didn’t think he could go back and the thought of going back to barriers made something inside him rebel.

Still, he was a gentleman. He could control himself. He responded to you, quickly.

Whatever is needed. We can watch a movie tonight. You pick.

Goody! 50 First Dates.

Splendid.

A mindless rom-com would be the perfect distraction. Or so he thought.

Later, as you curled up beside him on the couch, his self-control began to unravel. You nestled against his arm, warm and soft, pressing absentmindedly into him. Your scent filled his lungs, intoxicating and familiar.

Henry tried to focus on the screen, but his mind drifted to the last time he’d had you. How your perfect pussy gushed just right for him. You were so hot and tight. He tried to stop, but he kept thinking of the smell of you, and how perfectly you fit around him, how your body trembled in his hands.

Before he knew it, his hand was on your thigh, squeezing.

You turned, eyes meeting his, and smiled. A slow, knowing smile. Leaning in, you kissed his cheek, but he was already turning toward you, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Within moments, you were tangled together, heat surging between you as you pressed into each other. His hands roamed under your shirt, his cock aching to be inside you.

“Bloody hell. We are grown adults,” he muttered, breaking the kiss.

You were breathless, hair tousled, eyes dark with want. When your gaze dropped to the outline of his erection, he groaned.

A wicked glint flashed in your eyes as you ran a slow hand down your body, teasing.

Henry exhaled sharply, then stood, tugging his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Your breath hitched as his thick, muscular torso came into view.

Then, without a word, he shoved down his jeans and underwear, his cock standing thick and heavy. Your mouth parted slightly, eyes locked on him.

He smirked and stepped back, sitting across the room with his thick thighs spread, fisting himself lazily.

“I want you to stay right there and touch yourself,” he said, voice low and commanding.

 “While I sit here and watch you.”

A pulse of heat shot through you.

Oh, fuck.

Your response was a quiet, breathless, “Yes.”

You stripped off your tank top and leggings, your fingers teasing over your flushed skin. One hand toyed with a hardened nipple while the other slipped between your thighs, circling and teasing your cunt.

“Let’s just say I was going to put my cock inside you right now,” Henry gave himself a slow stroke and a bubble of precum rolled down his fingers as he showed you what he was working with. 

You ached for the stretch only he could give you.

“What would you want you to do, love?”

That question short circuited your brain.

“I’d want you to fuck me from behind over the back of this couch.” 

Henry didn’t reply, but his mouth opened and he stroked faster. 

You leaned against the armrest of the couch and spread you knees wider, focusing on finger fucking yourself. You slid in a second digit to try and replicate the extra fullness of his cock,  but it was nowhere close. Henry chuckled.

“You know you need another.”

You stuffed a third finger inside yourself and he rewarded you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Your toes curled against the cushions and his eyes and his voice and the vision of him were edging you toward your orgasm. You closed your eyes and prepared to fall, when suddenly, strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly, bending you over the back of the couch.

At this point, nothing else mattered.

You needed him inside you.

Henry pressed his cock against your slick entrance, his voice a deep, guttural growl.

“I’ve been saving my cum for days now,” he murmured, nudging against you. 

“Waiting for a chance to fill you so full it’ll drip down your thighs.”

The image alone sent you spiraling.

“God, Henry. Please,” you whimpered, pressing back against him.

He chuckled darkly.

“Hmmm, Little One. I don’t know if you want it bad enough yet.”

 He teased you as his cockhead popped inside you. 

“And what if you get pregnant?”

Your body jolted at the thought.

You shifted, trying to take more of him, but his grip was firm, controlling. Each tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure rippling through you. You were reduced to begging, which he loved.

“Please, Henry,” you gasped. “I’ll do anything… just fuck me.”

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.

“You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Say it, Little One.”

Your hips rocked involuntarily, seeking relief, and he grinned.

“I’m a cock-hungry slut,” you whispered, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

Henry’s laughter was low and full of dark promise.

“Not yet, my little fucktoy.”

You nearly sobbed in frustration.

“You really need my cum inside you right now, don’t you?” he taunted, voice velvet and steel.

Your body trembled. You were losing control.

“Fuck… yes… please.”

“You’re doing so well,” he crooned.

“Beg for it again.”

You couldn’t even remember what you said. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and need.

“I don’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp, punishing thrust.

You gasped.

“Changed my mind. I’m not waiting anymore.”

The world blurred as pleasure engulfed you. His hands on were your hips, his body owning yours completely. You barely registered his next words.

“Oh, and Little One?”

You whimpered in response.

“Don’t even think about coming until I say you can.”

The command sent a violent shudder through you.

Time seemed to slow as his pace grew relentless, his body slamming into yours with precision, purpose. You were nothing but sensation, drowning in him, gripping the cushions as your body tightened, coiled, ready to snap…

And then, he stilled.

“You want to know what’s going to happen?”

“What?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Henry withdrew fully. Then slammed back into you.

“Oooooh, fuck!”

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

His voice was pure sin.

“You’re going to be a beautiful, pregnant mess when I’m done with you.”

Your body clenched at his words, teetering on the edge.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He growled, yanking your hair back, his control slipping.

“My beautiful little slut,” he panted, thrusting deep. “Do you want my cum?”

The spikes of pleasure were too much, your body trembling on the precipice. 

You knew you were going to come at any moment, but still, you managed to get it out. 

“Yes, please… can I come?”

Henry’s grip tightened, his thrusts never faltering. 

“I have one question first.”

Your fingers dug into the cushions.

“Please just let me comeeee!”

Henry waited, delivering two more deep, devastating strokes for your sass. You were on the verge of losing your mind.

“Are you,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, “my fucktoy… that I can use… however I want? To fuck and to fill with my cum…to breed how I see fit?”

Your breath hitched as you realized that Henry really could do whatever he wanted to you right now, and you’d beg for more. You opened your mouth to say yes, but hesitation cost you.

He yanked your hair back harder and smacked your ass hard. You yelped in pleasure/pain.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Henry! I’m yours!” 

The words spilled from your lips, raw and desperate, and the second they left your mouth, your body shattered. Blinding pleasure overtook you, ripping through your limbs and curling your toes. Your moans melted into breathless whimpers as you bucked and shuddered through your release.

Henry didn’t stop. He drove into you, prolonging your ecstasy, dragging out every aftershock until your body was nothing but sensation. Then, with one final thrust, he stilled.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat as he came, his body jerking against yours. The thick, pulsing heat of his release flooded you, sending another tremor through your overstimulated body.

This was what you’d been waiting for. What you both craved. The thought of him emptying himself inside you, filling you, claiming you, almost pushed you over the edge again.

You moaned softly as he grinded against you, savoring every last drop. He stayed buried deep, thrusting lazily, fucking his cum further inside while your body milked him dry.

For a long moment, he stayed there, his weight pressing you into the cushions. You shivered beneath him, but there was something grounding about his warmth, the way he kept you close.

Finally, he pulled out, and just as he promised, your combined fluids began to trickle down your thighs. Henry watched, utterly transfixed, then bent down and effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

“Now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “let’s get you cleaned up. So we can do that again.”

You twined an arm around his neck as he carried you into the bathroom, setting you down and ensuring that you were steady before letting you go.

As he turned on the shower, his gaze flicked to the sink, where the box for your diaphragm sat.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, Little One?”

You flashed him a playful smile. 

“Well… I was going to put that in later. But you caught me by surprise.”

His eyebrow arches as he eases you under the steaming water. He wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth or indulging in the kink.

“That’s good,” he purred, hands sliding over your slick skin. 

“Then we can breed you again, my love.”

You shuddered with anticipation as you stood on your tiptoes to press your naked, wet body against his.

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Let me know how you feel!

[snufkinsong]

This is going to be a more serious post, about (yes) seals.

It is warming my heart to see so many people celebrating the birth of Yo's baby. She is the seal that made me fall in love with pinnipeds a few years ago, and she is also where I got my social media namesake on the godforsaken hellhole that is twitter. I hope some old twitter mutuals might see this and guess who I am haha (besides the friends who I've stayed in touch with beyond twt like @seaps who is the sweetest ever).

Anyways, for anyone who isn't familiar with Yo and her history, I am going to rehash and paraphrase/shorten my old "yo biography" that I put in a hidden page on my neocities website a while ago. She is a ringed seal who resides at the Okhotsk Tokkari Center, one of Japan's only marine mammal rehabilitation and rescue centers. Yo was rescued in Rausu town on May 3rd at the age of approximately one month and two weeks old at the beginning of the May of 2011. Like many rescued seals, she was found separated from her mother and needing care.

Yo's name was officially announced on September 5th, 2011, after accepting suggestions from July 22nd to August 21st. According to the Tokkari center website "The name comes from the idea that "we hope she grows up healthy like the sun."

I want you all to know that Yo has been a mama for a while now. Hikaru was born in 2018. Her keepers didn't know she was pregnant, but were surprised one day to find little Hikaru worming around on the floor as baby ringies do. Hikaru means "shining light."

"Hikaru, just as his name suggests, was a shining light to everyone and grew up to be very healthy."

She tragically lost her baby Hikaru in 2021. This letter in his memory is one of the things that solidified my appreciation for the caretakers at the Tokkari Center. You can also read about the details of his life and passing here.

It is titled

To Hikaru in heaven: A message from former zookeeper Masako Okazaki about the love nurtured between a seal and a human

The final words say:

My beloved Hikaru, thank you for being born.

I cannot speak to how much animals may feel grief. I hope Yo, as a seal, did not have to feel the pain of losing her baby as her caretakers and the people who grew familiar with Hikaru did. (If you would like to see videos of him, I highly recommend checking out the account of my insta mutual hakuhime_az. He loved to sing by making little hoo hoo noises. Yo made hoo hoo noises as a very small baby according to an old blog post I read, but Hikaru never grew out of it! Some Hikaru singing videos should be on her profile if you scroll enough!)

Nonetheless, it makes my heart warm to see Yo fiercely protecting her new pup this year. Seeing her able to raise another baby, I feel full. Just know that she has been a strong and feisty mom for a longer time than you might have thought :)

On that note, let's all enjoy the adorable videos and photos of her and her little baby, and please do not repost the videos and photos of photographers and videographers without permission. (Azara's typically have messages in their sns bios asking people not to do this)

I love animals and appreciating how they care for each other.

[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Seven

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife

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The ship landed outside of Avenger’s headquarters in New York and as soon as my feet landed on the grass, I was met with a bone crushing hug from Natasha. She pulled away and placed hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look into her eyes. 

She looked tired. 

“You alright?” Natasha asked. 

I nodded. “I’m not going to lie, I’m exhausted.” 

Nat wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started leading me towards the compound, leaving Steve to walk slowly behind us. 

“I’ve got your room setup with some clothes. Take all the time you want, we can catch you up to speed when you’re ready.” 

“Clint tell you about our rendezvous together?” I questioned, the familiar halls bringing a small smile to my face. 

She snorted. “It was nothing compared to our time in Budapest together.” 

Gently pushing her away, I came to a stop in front of my old room and told Natasha that I would be down in the living area soon. We said goodbye with a quick hug and I was alone, staring at the dark, wooden door. I only lived there for a week but it still held so many bad memories of mourning Bucky that I was nervous to step inside. 

After taking a deep breath, I entered the room and couldn’t help the very large smile that spread to my lips at the sight. On the nightstand was a beautiful bouquet of black roses next to an old picture of Bucky and I. My fingers traced over his face before picking up the note. 

Buck mentioned that black roses were your favorite. He also made me promise him that I would look after you if anything did happen to him. I have failed the last five years but I promise that I will make up for it by bringing Bucky back home to you. 

Xx Steve

“You knew I was going to come back with you?” I questioned the body that stood in the doorway behind me. 

I didn’t have to turn around to see that Steve was leaning against the doorway, watching me with intent eyes. 

“I knew that you would do anything to get him back, even if it meant seeing me again,” Steve admitted. 

Finally turning to face him, I gave him a confused look. “Do you think I hate you?” 

Steve shrugged and my heart dropped. 

“I never hated you, Steve. Five years ago when Thanos destroyed the stones, I felt like there was nothing left to live for. My life had no meaning so I took my anger out on the people I loved other than Bucky,” I admitted. 

“You know,” Steve started as we walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me, “I spent the last five years telling people that they have to move on but I can’t find it in myself to\o.” 

He pulled out a familiar compass from his pocket and once he opened it, I saw an old picture of someone that he never talked about in front of me. 

Peggy Carter. 

I knew about his past with her back in the 40’s and knew that he loved her but I didn’t know that he was still in love with her. 

“From what you told me about her, she seemed like a lovely woman,” I said. 

Steve nodded. “She was. I only wish that I had more time with her. We never got our dance.” 

I placed my hand on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. Our eyes locked for a brief moment and feeling the tension between us, I threw a thumb over my shoulder towards my bathroom. 

“Uh, I really should shower before the team meeting.” 

Steve reluctantly nodded and stood from the bed. “I’ll see you downstairs.” 

When I was alone yet again, I forced my tired muscles from the bed and to the shower, hot water calling my name. My suit peeled away like a second skin as I stepped out of it, tossing it to the floor. The bruises and old scars from the last five years shone bright in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes refusing to look any longer. I then looked at the ink on my left arm, the tattoo mirroring Bucky’s old arm; the one he had when he was The Winter Soldier. 

You’re starting to look like me with the tattoo and mask. 

The familiar voice brought a soft smile to my face as I worked the shampoo deep into my long hair. The redness of my hair was still bright as the first day my powers changed it back in Romania, me even trying to dye it a couple years ago, only having it turn red again the next day. 

I love your rose shampoo. The scent always stained my pillow case. 

“God, I miss you,” I muttered to the voice. 

My tears had mixed with the water from the shower head, unsure how hard I was actually crying until my loud sobs were heard echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. For the first time in five years, I allowed myself to mourn Bucky, the sobs racking my body, causing me to fall to my knees in the shower. 

“I need you, Bucky. I don’t think I can handle it if this doesn't work,” I sobbed. 

Dorogaya, don’t mourn me. I’m still here, watching over you. 

“It’s not fair, you should be here with me.” 

I love you, Y/N. 

A soft knock on my room's door caused me to immediately stand, wiping the tears from my face, and turning off the shower. Once the towel was tightly wrapped around myself, I padded barefoot over to the door. 

“Yes?” 

“Are you alright? I heard you crying.” 

Steve. 

Damn his super soldier hearing. 

“I’m fine,” I yelled through the door. “I just need to get dressed then I’ll be down stairs.” 

Once I was dressed, I opened the door and almost ran into the hard chest that still stood in the doorway. 

“Fuck, Steve. You scared me!” I curse, stepping back from him. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned again.

His soft gaze told me that he was truly worried about me so I gave him a reassuring nod. 

“I’m okay now. Want to walk with me?” 

Steve nodded and we started to walk side by side down to the living room of the compound, where everyone was waiting to give me the rundown of the plan. Steve hadn’t mentioned anything about it to me on the way here since I had opted for taking a much needed nap. 

“New tattoo?” Steve motioned to my arm.  

“Uh, yeah. Let’s say that it was a dark time in my life.” I admitted. 

A soft chuckle fell from Steve’s lips and we stepped onto the elevator, riding it down a few floors in a comfortable silence. 

“Wait, say it again. My brain is having some trouble processing what you just said,” I spoke to Scott Lang. 

He sighed. “Basically it’s time travel.”

I scoffed before looking between Steve and Natasha. “This is the big plan? Fucking time travel?” 

“It’s going to work, Y/N,” Nat said. 

My head shook with doubt as I leaned deeper into the couch, looking around the room at the faces I hadn’t seen in so long. 

Tony had a family now, him and Pepper having a daughter. 

Bruce had decided to live a life as the Hulk and Bruce Banner together. It was weird to look at first but eventually as time went on during the meeting, I got used to it. 

Thor, on the other hand, had looked worse than all of us. He had taken the loss to Thanos harder than some of us, choosing to numb his pain with alcohol and letting himself go. 

Clint sat next to me on the couch and he averted my attention from everyone else to him with a pat on my knee. 

“I’m still pissed at you for telling them where I was,” I semi-joked. 

He gave me a small laugh. “I know it sounds stupid but we have to try. For them.” 

We had become incredibly close in the time we went on our killing spree before we parted ways and considered him a good friend of mine so if he had some hope for this plan, the least I could do was to try. 

“Okay,” I nodded, then turned my attention towards Steve. “How do we know it’s going to work?” 

“One of us will go back to a point in time. They’ll only get five minutes before we bring them back.” Steve stated. 

“So a test run?” I asked. 

Scott nodded. “Exactly, a test run. Now we have to decide who.” 

“I’ll do it,” I stood without a second thought. 

Dorogaya, no. 

“Not happening, Y/N.” Steve shook his head. 

I crossed my arms while looking at him, putting all the weight to my left foot. “Steve, you’ve known me for so long, do you really expect to change my mind?” 

He sighed, defeated. “Let’s get you suited up then.”

[accio-victuuri]

May CPNs round-up! ❤️💛💚

there is bonus content included here that i haven’t talked about separately in this blog so please enjoy!

• same apple headphones 🎧

• 5/6 zsww rumor

• genki forest ad silhouette similarities, and then it was replaced lol and sadly, they had to apologize.

• more examples of brands using the cp tactic ( allegedly lol )

• same city @ beijing 5/12/2024 but didn’t last long cause wyb had to fly to shanghai for the olympic qualifiers.

• jamy wee jeans

• fake story of wyb giving gifts to the ADLAD team and him visiting the crew which led to more people sharing some of their own szd stories that i didn’t add on the main post so i’m adding here instead. i think this started some conversation on what people heard irl about the two & how those who don’t really follow this pairing have encountered them. whether that means they are in a romantic relationship or not, we don’t know. these are all fake!!!! 💀💀💀

Let me tell you a story. A friend of mine told me that one of her college classmates participated in a hip-hop dance competition (SDC). Although she didn’t get a particularly impressive ranking, she was one of the top 100. Then she saw Xiao Zhan, and everyone knew that they were in a relationship, so they didn’t hesitate to visit him on set. What I said is just a rough estimate. I don’t have a membership so I can’t send pictures. I can swear that what I said is true, not a single word is fake, unless my friend lied to me, but I believe in my friend’s character

I'd also like to contribute a relatively old story, although many people should know it hahaha, that is, the two of them share resources. Someone around my friend is a staff member, and has read the confidentiality agreement of Zan Studio, which seems to say that there can be no conflict of interest with Bo, and to satisfy Bo to the greatest extent. Because Zan has a studio, resources are more free, and if there is something suitable for Bo, he will contact him directly. ( this was in 2020 )

Then I will also share my own experience. I participated in a New Year's Eve party. The lady sitting next to me is from the industry. She is not familiar with Bo Xiao, but the artist she knows has a good relationship with Xiao Xiao. The artist told her that Xiao had a boyfriend in the CQL crew. The artist told Xiao not to date him. Xiao Zhan said firmly, "I will not break up with my boyfriend."

I'll tell you one, my friend's sister is Jixiangkong's assistant, her sister doesn't like xx, um, she's a wyb fan, my friend knows I'm a fan and told me that her sister took a photo with wyb, I asked her indirectly to find out, she said her sister refused to tell, it was around 2019, she suddenly told me that her sister was a little bit abnormal, one day she said for no reason that wyb has turned gay.

My friend is a director of a certain Spring Festival Gala, and his family also works in this field. He has some connections. He used to think I was a fan of him and told me not to be a fan because he likes men. (To prevent screenshots, I can't say whether he is older or younger)

I'll also contribute one. My friend's dance teacher has been with the CQL crew, and after knowing that my friend likes Xiao Xiao, she told my friend that they were dating in CQL. My friend was almost broken. (She wf) ( wf means weifen = solo fan )

• a more comprehensive post about the airpods max cpn 🎧

• 5/14/24 xz’s selfie candies and i forgot to add another bit here, particularly the view from the window— it’s the backdrop for yibo’s chanel magazine cover. i would imagine it’s a popular scenic view but i’m just putting it out there 📷

then after the selfies, xzs released a short video of that day when it was taken. people did cpn of course but i’m just adding those here. so what we noticed is the two birds at the start, lovebirds? and then panning to xz who some say hid his phone or was looking at it then took it away because the camera was on him.

then a very galaxy brain one, and a total coincidence — outside the car, a police car passed by and people are like omg fpu ( formed police unit ) lol. but like if you watch that part, it was a perfect shot.

then some fans noticed similarities with the shots from wyb’s b&w photography 📷

• this next one is not really a cpn but more of me being proud of them and the works they produced. their popularity/traffic is important & definitely has helped them get projects, but we know that they give it their all when it becomes to being actors. the photos below are of the chinese films booth in cannes with both their movies and then the May schedule of their dramas’ reruns in satellite tv networks.

who would have known, they were once these two newbies who wanted to become actors and here we are — both of them have a solid body of work. 🤍

• clowning related to xz’s legend of zanghai poster

• 5/15 candies that revolves around wyb’s performance for the olympics opening. most especially his green + pink shoes 💕

• evisu x palace shirt that sneakily has their names on it

• 5/16 LRLG post and interpretations and then add-on speculation of relating this to the milan vlog and what some shots could mean

• their tissue endorsements matching so well. 💙♥️ and representing their cql character colors too!

• 5/20/24 zsww fake rumor - new clothes for jianguo, bickering and eating spicy food

• numbers playing for 520. 9785 and 828

• palace x wedgwood collab 🍓

• cpfs having discussions and comparisons to yy’s scandal to prove that bjyxszd

• 5/23/2024 fake rumor house

• XZ’s look for an endorsement Ad ( Liushen ). the whole fit and even the brand used screams WYB! 😂

• rumor compilation from 给博肖加点小料bot. from the past dates 2/24, 3/3, 3/26, 4/3, 4/29, 5/21 and 5/29.

• xz buying mcdo toys 🍔

• in the li-ning video released 5/31 xz was asked if he plays badminton and what he does during off times and the first thing he said is talk to his friend(s). who is that friend? is this the friend from the crew? 😜 no seriously. then after that he mentioned playing badminton, running and keeping fit. but the fact that he said talking to his friend? wow.

• the pink wedding theme potential from xz’s evelom outfit 💕💕🌸🌸

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[roomsofangel]

IN THE ABSENCE OF EVERYTHING, I PROMISE TO KEEP YOU WARM . . jeong yunho

“you’ve ruined me for anyone else, i don’t think i could ever stop loving you even if i wanted to.”

pairing idol!yunho x fem!reader

one sided dislike/hatred. sunshine x grumpy. could be seen as an enemies to lovers but it’s all one sided on y/n’s end and she just doesn’t like him in the beginning while yunho is completely oblivious, but still matches her energy.

genre angst, fluff, smut, fic.

synopsis ateez are on a much needed break after their recent comeback — traveling overseas for a short-term vacation, yunho desires nothing more than just to ease himself and let go of worries.

but with a run in with someone he deems an angel in human skin, yunho learns she doesn’t know who he is and pretends to be someone else.

filled with secrets and a burning romance, yunho learns that no matter what you do or how hard you try, life just isn’t fair.

and he only had himself to blame.

warnings mature themes, mainly due to language. a lot of dishonesty. hurt without comfort if i’m being honest. nsfw later on. arguments and miscommunication. reader and yunho don’t have a good first impression at all, and they both don’t use the most nicest words at first. a lot of talk of mental health, exhaustion, and being overworked.

notes this is told in past tense, yunho’s pov. think of it as you are listening to him tell the story after it all ended, only knowing his side. this was also going to be a one shot, but i instead have changed my mind and went with original idea when first planning this, and this will be a fic.

a/n this is a repost! so if it sounds familiar i originally posted this with my old blog mothworked!

status ongoing

started 05/06/23

completed n/a

reblogs & comments are very appreciated and also help out a lot! thank you for reading and giving my work a chance ^_^

. . . # chapters !

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | to be continued. .

PREVIEW BELOW. . !

yunho hasn’t been happy in a while.

he doesn’t know when or where this sudden realization came into place, nor does he know when the feeling of numbness even decided to pop in for a chat as if it was a distant relative who came over for the holidays and refused to be put to bed.

he just knows he hasn’t been the same person after their comeback — assuming that he was only overworked, this will cease.

it didn’t.

his hands shoved his clothes into the oversized suitcase, hearing the zipper tug and close his belongings all tightly knit together, yunho let out a huff of air, allowing himself to pause for a minute, take in everything while staring blank at the pompompurin keychain he had setting on his nightstand with the mental reminder to hook it onto his bag to match with mingi — “will this actually do anything?” he voiced outloud, grumbling before pulling and rolling the suitcase off his bed and down the hall, “i’m here.”

the first person to lift their heads towards him was hongjoong who smiled in response, eyes showing he was just as exhausted and eager for this break, “does anyone know where we’ll be going?” he asked

“california — not so bad, huh?” seonghwa acknowledged, a light tone to ease the tension created from just the lack of care to their needs that begun to radiate off of then in their tones and actions

and yunho wanted to believe him, he really did.

but the feeling in his chest was yelling at him otherwise.

“san’s birthday is coming up,” yeosang mentioned one night while he and yunho unpacked, the two sharing a room together after losing a game of rock paper scissors

yunho could recall the shade the walls were painted, green lily. mingi was the one who mentioned the color by name and it had made them all erupt in fits of giggles on how — and why, he knew something like that but thanked him nonetheless, san announcing the dorms should be painted the same shade before getting a pillow aimed towards his head by a sleepy jongho

and now, yunho was scurrying around downtown LA, attempting to find a good present for his friend. why was gift shopping so hard? would san even like it? no, scratch that, san loved anything given to him — he was just a big ball of sunshine.

it was yunho who wouldn’t deem it good enough.

maybe coffee would help, yeah, that would. just something to distract his neverending nerves so he can think better. he should’ve asked seonghwa, he thought to himself.

the sky was clear, the sun being bright and reflecting on his freshly dyed scalp, it was his mind that was clouded and unable to steer in one set direction — not fully processing where he was going, only aware he was aiming towards that coffee shop he noticed. oh, if he knew then, he would’ve turned around.

colliding with a body, soft gasps and cold drink being spilled on his warm skin, “fuck,” he cursed out loud at the sudden temperature and new situation

and that’s when his eyes met yours.

but with the way his day and emotions had been, he didn’t intend for his next words to be come off so harsh, “i’m sorry”

you looked at him with an annoyed expression, brows knitted tightly together, “just watch where you’re going now i have to deal with a day without my drink.”

scoffing, yunho shook his head, “i wouldn’t be talking if i were you, you basically were fucking naurto running into my chest,”

you let out a huff, “naurto running?!” running your fingers through your hair, you shook your head, “if i wasn’t so mad, i would have laughed.”

“i can get you another one,” yunho tried to compromise, not wanting a feud with a stranger over a drink

plus, he wasn’t sure if you knew he was an idol and if you did, he didn’t have any desire to end up on an article, his thoughts broken by your scoff

“no fuck you, i wanted that one,” you folded your arms over your chest, eyes darting to the floor before you started getting napkins to clean up, yunho unaware of why he followed behind

“are you this uptight all the time?” yunho blurted, earning his chest to hit your back before you turned with raised brows

“only to dumbasses who make me spill my drink.”

“touché.”

he finally convinced you to let him get you another drink, taking a seat by you while the straw was between your lips and your fingertips tapped the cold plastic cup that had water droplets decorating, “you can leave now,” you said

“don’t flatter yourself, i ordered something too,” yunho shook his head

you sneered, “your presence just annoys me.”

yunho leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbows as he looked at you with a mocking grin to tease you more, “is that any way to talk to me after i got you another tea, which may i add, at a coffee shop?” he paused, looking at you taking a bite of your cake pop, “plus that cake pop.”

“yeah.” you shrugged

yunho ordered hot chocolate, his intentions were to get an iced americano but with the day he was having, his taste changed for today, his hands holding the warm wrapped brownie he hoped to enjoy if not giving it to san later

you teased him about it which was fair, he did so about your tea.

“what’s your name?” he asked

met with silence.

“hello, are you deaf?” he titled his head in response, you looking at him with a teasing grin

“for you, yeah.”

ignoring what you had said, yunho straightened his posture, “i’m yunho and you are?”

and yet again, met with your silence

“you’re making this really herd,” he huffed

“that’s the goal.” you replied

yunho didn’t know how much longer the two of you sat in silence, eating and drinking before you began getting up to clean your area, he remembered how the strands of your hair fell in front of your face and you harshly moved them aside in annoyance, jaw clenched while you got your bag that he didn’t realize you had with you — eyed landing on a specific dangling keychain that resembled the one he had connected, before he could make a comment about coincidences, you spoke

“y/n.”

“huh?” he questioned

you dusted yourself off and laughed, “my name is y/n, you asswipe.”

that was the first time he met you

and sometimes he wished he would’ve left you alone after that

maybe the two of you would have been better

maybe you wouldn’t hate him this much

and maybe he could’ve done things differently if he had another chance

but you won’t give him one

and he knows he doesn’t deserve it after what he did.

it was almost fate.

the situation and timing could come off as such — at least, yunho wanted to believe the two of you were starcrossed lovers destined to get it right either in this life or the next one.

he didn’t expect to see you there, polished and composed, the opposite of who he met the day prior. you radiated something that he knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of.

and he couldn’t.

even now, he found himself drowning in your memory and wanting to be swept under permanently — it nearly sounds as if he was praying for a fatal outcome, but he did not want to die. he just wanted his heart back.

the same one that still stayed in your hands while yours was forcibly removed from his

[stylesclarified]

Louis+Eleanor+Hannah—The messy timeline

A while ago I got a good-faith ask about Louis potentially cheating on his girlfriend Hannah with a man, and how he could be a victim of internalized homophobia—that it could be the reason he bullied a gay kid. Prompted by that ask, I put together a post proving that Louis had actually cheated on Hannah with who would later be his girlfriend, Eleanor.

Some anons tried to push back against that, so the very concrete proof is spread out in four separate posts, which makes linking back to this quite messy and complicated to read. That is why I decided to just put everything together in one post.

It's the same info I had in all the other posts, just cleaned up for ease of reading.

Ok, so, a Larrie who we'll call Betterstill made a series of posts where she talked about knowing someone who knew Eleanor and how much of a b*tch she was (ok, and?). While making those posts she kind of... gave away something that made how Louis and Eleanor met click.

The first post said that, "Eleanor's best friend from university tells people that she introduced Louis and Eleanor backstage in 2011." In another, Betterstill clarified that the friend was Alana. When an anon pushed back and said that Alana didn't know Harry in 2011, Betterstill replied that, no Alana did work at the same bakery Harry did.

Another anon said that ok, even if Alana worked at the same bakery, she and Harry couldn't have worked there at the same time because she was in university when he worked there, to which Betterstill agreed and said that the story "didn't add up" for that reason.

Alright, now I need to explain all of this, which is very complicated to do in a non-confusing way, so bear with me.

Let's introduce Chloe Burcham. Chloe is one of Gemma's best friends (Harry's sister—idk, just in case):

Chloe's entire family has been friends with Harry's family for decades:

Chloe has also been friends for a very long time with a girl called Alana Burton—or Lani, how people usually called her online. Since neither of them are public figures (though Chloe is sort of an influencer), I don't really want to post old pictures of them together, but you can find them easily enough if you Google. The 1D fandom documents everything.

The kicker here is that Alana was roommates in University with Eleanor, aka Louis' long-time girlfriend. Both she and Eleanor posted endless photos together. Here's a photo Eleanor posted of all her university roommates—Lani is on the far right, while Eleanor is next to the blonde girl with a bob.

For a while, fans of 1D would discuss how trippy it was that Louis' girlfriend (Eleanor) was roommates with someone (Alana) who was childhood friends with one of Harry's childhood friends (Chloe), but there was no indication that Harry and Alana knew each other.

Louis + Eleanor shippers ("Elounor") had their theories about Alana+Chloe being the reason Louis and Eleanor met, but there was nothing concrete to go off of.

Until... kind of out of nowhere Lani tweeted Harry with an inside joke.

And a few weeks later Harry went bowling with Alana, Chloe, Chloe's sister, and some dude.

Then Harry tweeted Lani with a lot of familiarity:

And people were torn. Some believed Chloe had introduced Harry and Alana and that was all there was to it, while others put together the fact that Chloe and Alana had met when they were young because Alana was from a town 5 minutes away from Holmes Chapel (Harry's hometown), and that since Chloe was so close to Harry and Gemma since they were kids, chances were that Harry and Alana had met long before 1D.

Another reason people believed this, was that Louis explained how he and Eleanor met like this:

I don't know if anyone who's this deep into my obscure blog will not know that Harry worked in a bakery prior to being in 1D, but, well, he did. He worked there for two years, from fourteen to sixteen.

Harry (via Liam) also confirmed that he introduced Louis and Eleanor:

So, was Alana the friend of Harry's who worked at the bakery with him? Or was it someone else and Alana was just a coincidence?

Well, Betterstill shared in her "receipt" that Alana indeed worked at the bakery. I don't trust Larries as far as I can throw them, of course, but this one is very reluctantly admitting that Alana worked at the bakery. She's also agreeing with her anons that "the story doesn't add up" because "Alana was in university when Harry worked at the bakery." What I get from this, is that Betterstill actually does know someone somewhat connected to all of this, who confirmed that Alana worked at the bakery with Harry, and is trying to use that knowledge to claim that Eleanor is not a nice person (because Larries all have a vendetta against her), while also trying to somehow cast doubt onto something that she herself is confirming.

Betterstill has dozens of posts talking about being from the same area as Harry and knowing people he knows, so her knowing someone who knows Alana is not far-fetched to me. It seems like her coping mechanism is sort of lying to herself.

But, well, she's wrong. Alana started university the same year that Harry auditioned for The X Factor. As I said, Alana was roommates with Eleanor, meaning, they most likely started university at around the same time. Eleanor started university in 2010 after Harry auditioned for The X Factor. Harry and Alana working together at the bakery makes perfect sense. They could've worked together for the entire two years he worked there.

Fast-forward to January 2018 (a year after Betterstill's "receipt") and we get pictures of Harry hanging out with Alana in Japan:

And then almost two years later, we get content of Alana spending Christmas with the Styles in 2019:

Suffice to say that Harry and Alana are friends, and every part of this story is adding up.

Now, what else was it that Betterstill said? That Alana claims that she introduced Louis and Eleanor backstage at a show in 2011. Okay... interesting. We know for a fact that Louis and Eleanor had met by September 2011 because we have pictures of them together then, so that means they didn't meet backstage at 1D's first tour, since it started in December 2011.

What other shows did 1D have before that? Well, they had a couple of TV show appearances, some on the radio, at malls and stuff. Could it be that Harry invited Alana to one of those? Sure, it could be, but apparently it's not.

You see, Betterstill is/was friends with a bunch of other Larries, such as our good old pal Bulletproof who I talked about in my "living together" posts. Bulletproof gave us a tiny extra detail about this whole thing that's very interesting: that the show they met at was an X Factor one. She later expanded on the show being in the Spring of 2011. Betterstill and Bulletproof's friendship is long documented on both of their blogs, so presumably Betterstill gave Bulletproof details that she didn't make public in her blog.

I had my suspicion that was the case ever since Betterstill mentioned it was backstage at a show in 2011 and while looking for something else on Bulletproof's blog found the confirmation.

I figured that backstage at a show in 2011 had to mean at The X Factor Tour because it was what made the most sense, in terms of being a show where the guys could take friends with them. The families were always talking about getting tickets for those shows on Twitter.

What show? We have no idea, but most likely one in Manchester. The X Factor Tour ran from February 19th till April 9th, 2011.

So, regardless of what the exact show was, that's the range of time we're looking at.

Mmhm, but... at the time Louis was... dating Hannah, his girlfriend who he was with since before One Direction. If all of this is correct (and it adds up perfectly), when Louis and Eleanor met, he was 100% dating Hannah.

Fun fact, if Louis and Eleanor indeed met at a Manchester show, then they met right around the time of his and Hannah's 1-year anniversary:

(archived tweet)

Hannah would tweet about Louis a bunch. Hannah's sister posted this photo of them together on Easter a couple of weeks after The X Factor Tour ended:

Hannah deactivated her account a few years ago, so we can't link to her tweets, but we can see fan reactions to them. On July 17th, she took a Twitter break for a couple of days because of "rumors":

This was right after Louis went back home to Doncaster (where Hannah also lived) for a day, according to what his mom tweeted on July 16th.

A week or so later, Hannah came back from her Twitter break for 1D's anniversary (July 23rd), and right after that, she confirmed she and Louis had broken up but that they remained best friends, to which Louis agreed. We have screenshots of those tweets:

Louis' is still up.

You're gonna have to trust me on this one, because there's no way for me to link the source, but Stan, one of Louis' closest friends, had a period of time in 2013 where his Facebook was public. In fact, through Stan's Facebook we found out that Louis auditioned for The X Factor in 2009 as well:

And through his Facebook we found the date in which he and Eleanor became friends there...

That is four days after the potential date in which Louis broke up with Hannah (July 16th) and four days before Hannah would confirm it on Twitter. That is... quite the fucking timing.

Of course, we don't have 100% confirmation that Louis and Eleanor cheated on Hannah. But come the fuck on... They most likely met in March 2011, then Louis continued to date Hannah, and as soon as Louis and Hannah break up he starts interacting with Eleanor?

Just 10 days after that Eleanor's cousin, Emily Calder who was very young and a huge 1D fan (her @ used to be NomNomNiall), was tweeting about Eleanor knowing Louis. You can check out Emily's Twitter account—Louis still follows her.

(archived tweet)

Louis called her on the phone and followed her that same day.

As far Emily she was aware, at this point, Louis and Eleanor were "just friends." Emily wouldn't find out they were an item until it became public knowledge. Why? Because, well, she was a child, and she was a 1D fan, so she knew perfectly well that Louis had a girlfriend until LITERALLY two weeks prior to following her.

Like...

(archived tweet)

Larries took Emily's lack of knowledge of the situation as "proof" of it being all fake, instead of the fact that she was lied to and told 1% of the information. She was told that Louis and Eleanor had known each other for a while, but she didn't have the full context:

(She had an ask.fm at the time that was linked to her Twitter account, so this is 100% legit, but it's not up anymore for me to link it)

Sugarscape, a popular media outlet at the time that had a lot of interviews with 1D, said that someone spotted Louis with a brunette girl at V Festival (August 20/21 2011). I can't find the original article because Sugarscape has gone offline since then, but I can find an archived version of a second article where they reference it, a year later:

And Eleanor confirmed it was her:

(archived tweet)

Sugarscape wrote this second article because Louis had said in an interview that he and Eleanor didn't know how long they'd been together:

Larries also used this as proof that their relationship was fake. "Louis loves his girlfriend so much but he has no idea when they started dating."

They made whole ass timelines showing the discrepancies in what Louis said in different interviews, and dissected the whole thing in an attempt to "prove" that it was fake.

But... he couldn't say how long they'd been together BECAUSE THEY CHEATED. Not because he "didn't know" or because "he didn't care" or any other Larrie-backward-ass-logic. He did know, but if he admitted it, he was basically spelling out that he had cheated on his ex for months. He always gave different answers because the real one would not paint him in a good light.

Notice how Sugarscape corrects Louis, who said they'd been together for 6-8 months. They're like, "No, actually, it's at least 11." And, no, actually, it's MORE.

At first, Hannah didn't know, but she probably did realize it eventually. A year+ after the breakup, and a month after the Sugarscape article I linked, Hannah's little brother George had a pretty heated exchange with Louis' best friend Stan, in which he used a homophobic slur to describe Louis:

That's why Larries say that George accused Louis of cheating with a man, but that's... not true. You can see from his profile picture that George was a literal child. He most likely just used that slur because it was the worst word he could think of. Louis had been with Eleanor, very openly, for a year. They were first spotted together in September 2011. Eleanor then confirmed that they were together IN AUGUST, a month after he and Hannah broke up.

Even if Louis were gay (which he wasn't) and had a relationship with a man, why would Hannah's 12-year-old brother who he hadn't talked to in a year even know about it?

The "proof" of it is one word that can be very easily explained with logic. Now, here's the thing, a little bit after tweeting all of that, George deleted the tweets, so Larries went out of their way to claim that George had specifically tweeted that Louis had cheated with a man, and that makes the rounds to this day.

George did not tweet that. Here's a post by Larries the day after the tweets, August 17th, 2012, clarifying that it was FAKE. Just in case, I archived the post as well, you can find it here.

There aren't even screenshots of the tweet people use as "proof."

In fact, our friend Bulletproof (who was such a staunch Larrie she believed that Hannah was a friend of Louis' who was doing him a favor by pretending to be his girlfriend), didn't even believe that George was using that slur because he thought Louis was gay. She instead believed that George "wasn't told" what Hannah's "real role" was and that he was upset because of how fast Louis had moved on.

Which he was. That is why George was upset. In fact, so was Hannah!

As I said, her Twitter account is long gone, but she tweeted about unfollowing 1D accounts because she didn't want to see Louis' face on her Timeline in 2012. There's also this...

Hannah posted a video of her and a friend singing with a sore throat, to which a friend of Louis' called Calvin Rodgers (who he was distanced from at the time) commented, "In theory, the singing wasn't AS flat as Louis." A friend of Calvin and Hannah's called Dan replied, "Fair point." To which Calvin replied, "Not only fair, but true." And Hannah replied, "Controversial 🙊"

Anyway, to close this post, let's address two more things.

Larries claimed that Harry "looked uncomfortable" when it was said that he introduced Louis and Eleanor. They attributed this to, well, Harry and Louis being a closeted couple.

In actuality, the problem was probably that Harry was close with Hannah:

And because he was there when Louis met Eleanor, and was the main reason they met, felt uncomfortable about the whole thing.

2. Larries also claim that Harry "never interacted with Eleanor" and had raging jealousy. They project onto him the hatred they have for her.

Harry and Eleanor were probably not friends. Harry and Louis' friendships was already winding down by the time he and Eleanor started dating. But Harry did tweet a picture of Louis and Eleanor together in 2011

Here's Harry photobombing Eleanor and her friend at One Direction's premiere for their documentary This Is Us in 2013.

And here's Harry saying hello to Eleanor and her dad, who were having lunch at the pub close to his house. And yes, that was Eleanor 100%. That's exactly what her father looks like, plus, she's a regular at the pub. There have been a ton of sightings of her there. (Sighting 1, Sighting 2, Sighting 3, Sighting 4, Sighting 5, Sighting 6)

That was August 18th, 2019, btw. Louis and Eleanor had been back together since early 2017. They would break up again in January 2023. So, Eleanor was actively "Louis' beard" in Larries minds.

In order to claim that Harry hated Eleanor or was upset about her and Louis' relationship, Larries will use out of context clips, slowed down gifs, etc. But that's a debunk for a different day.

Anyway, that's all the condensed pretty concrete proof that Louis seemingly cheated on Hannah with Eleanor.

He also seemingly cheated on Eleanor with Briana (and other girls), dated Danielle Campbell very openly while Briana was pregnant with his son, then cheated on Danielle with Eleanor. So, you know, a really nice guy! I can make a post about that at some point if you guys want me to.

[dunmeshistash]

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If you wanna know the source for a specific extra don't be afraid to ask!

Q: Have you ever posted about [subject]

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Q: How old is Thistle?

A: Who knows! Most likely he's under 80 (16 in tallmen years) my best guess is that he's 14.

Q: Is there a Post Canon Updated Melini Map?

A: Not really (Spoilers)

Q: Isn't Izutsumi a cat that was transformed into a human?

A: That's not a very accurate description, Izutsumi is a beastkin who was created using ancient magic by fusing the soul of a 6 year old child with the soul of a cat monster known as a greater cat. She's not "A cat that was turned into a human" nor a "human that was turned into a cat" as my understanding goes she was both and now she's still both, spoilers but the plot twist of the Lycion extra is that she can never be fully human again (there's more monster than human so she can't transform between the forms like Lycion)

I made a few posts about it

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A: Yes. They probably borrow some. Another person feeds it blood. Probably? For better answers please check the fairy tag LOL

Q: Are there monsters outside dungeons?

A: Yes, dungeons just seem to have a higher density of magic which allows more monsters to survive in a higher population.

Q: Is resurrection possibly in any dungeons or only in The Island?

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A: Probably has something to do with the complexity of the familiar and the strength of the connection, lots of people sent some theories pleas check the familiars tag if you wanna read up.

Q: What does the tattoos mean? What do Magic Tattoos do? Only beastmen have tattoos?

A: Those are Magic Tattoos, they work as a supplement for magic, I assume similar to magic circles or magic runes they use in other places in the anime, they aren't necessarily only for beastmen

Q: How does Magic/The Winged Lion/Dungeons work? (and related questions)

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[vaaaaaiolet]

Have u ever hit a hard core slump and if u have how did u get out of it ? 😭

hardcore slump, you say.

BOY HAVE I

tl;dr:

EAT WORDS

jot down stuff over time in a dump sheet with not a SINGLE intention of turning them into full-fledged writing

eject any self-imposed deadlines from your brain

and boom shakalaka YES GAWD you'll be writing again in no time.

what gets me into writing slumps is when i'm either:

1) not interested in the thing i'm writing about

2) frustrated with my writing quality.

if you go to my masterlist, the longest i've gone w/o posting anything is ~3 months but i've DEFINITELY had longer periods where i didn't write anything at all. they just happened before i started writing fic.

imo, a lot of that "stuck" feeling we associate with writer's block comes from not exposing ourselves to a variety of writing styles and getting stuck in the predictable flow of our own. this is where my EAT WORDS philosophy comes in.

i want you to get your hands on whatever writing (books, poems, shows, blogs, articles, nutrition labels LMAO) sparks ANY interest. act like you found an all-you-can-eat grazing table after 3 straight ramadans of fasting. DON'T STICK TO STUFF YOU'RE FAMILIAR WITH!! i was a voracious reader as a kid and that translated into a love for writing bc i learned about so many interesting words and ways to arrange them that i wanted to try doing it myself. get creative!! writing is a creative art!! YOU are a creative person. think of this as adding fuel to a depleted creativity tank.

then i want you to keep a running scrapbook doc of interesting words or phrases that you add onto whenever something strikes your fancy.

i'm talking less MLA citations and more like random musings that pop into your brain while watching sunlight stream through your kitchen windows, lighting up a bowl of mandarins into a thousand splendid suns (FANTASTIC book btw). collect quotes!! include screenshots!! notion is excellent for this but you can totally carry around an old-school notebook like a bona fide author too. don't let grammar rules get in the way!! stop judging yourself!! there's no such thing as a stupid addition to your blurb sheet. i'll even give you an example of how stupid you can be by showing you mine and you might recognize a few lines from my fics LMAO

this does 2 things: you get practice playing with phrasing without the metric ton of pressure that comes with "actually" writing, and you get a personalized bank of handmade writing prompts for the future that imo work better than the super blah generic ones on writing blogs from 2015.

and finally!! FORGET THAT YOU NEED TO WRITE

the more pressure you put on yourself to write the next classic novel, the less likely you are to get it done by any foreseeable deadline. if you give in to the writing slump demon whispering in your ear that YOUNEEDTOWRITENOWNOWNOW, you're not going to get anything done, trust me. reverse-psychology your writer's block by reading and feeding your creativity. being a writer also means being a reader. you can't be one without the other. take a backseat, let yourself love reading again. think of it as researching what it's like for the person on the other end of your future work; how are you going to write well if you don't even know what you like to read? let your creativity take a breather!!

if you're any kind of writer (which you are), the itch to write ALWAYS, inevitably comes back. before you know it, you're going to be scribbling on notebook margins and scrambling awake at 1 am to write down half-sentences. a slump is not the be all end all!! it's just your writing skills telling your brain that they needs time to catch up with your excellent creative vision :)

GO FORTH AND WIELD YOUR MIGHTY PEN, ANON!! i wish you the very best of luck in all your writing endeavors, and i hope this yapfest was somewhat helpful LMAOOO <3

[ryuichirou]

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Some replies! Talking about different fandoms, recent drawings and what our twst Yuu would look like.

Anonymous asked:

Besides Twst, Kuroshitsuji, and Blue Lock, what other fandoms are you familiar with? Also, happy birthday 🎂!

Thank you, Anon! <3

A whole lot of fandoms! This blog is very old, so if you scroll long enough, you might encounter a huge assortment of all kinds of titles and ships. We even have a post where I list pretty much all of my fandoms throughout the years…

We haven’t posted anything for a lot of them though, and I wouldn’t want to show you my very old art anyways, but here are some semi-recent ones: Scott Pilgrim, Sk8, Jujutsu Kaisen, Shingeki no Kyojin, Dai Gyuakuten Saiban.

Anonymous asked:

Silver asleep…heh. I can see Lilia sneaking up on him.

Btw, I love your art so much. Every piece is clean and neatly drawn. It’s refreshing for me to see.

But is Lilia going to jump on top of him or is he going to just sit by his side and stare? Silver is too cute, so either option is possible!

Thank you so much, Anon. I am very grateful for such high praise <3 I’m happy you think my stuff is neatly drawn!!

Anonymous asked:

ty for drawing silver drooling in his sleep i know it's probably not intentionally horny art but it's like my favourite thing i love messy sleepers 🙏🙏

Hehe, enjoy, Anon! I’m happy you like it~

It was semi-intentional because I really do try to make these birthday sketches a bit spicier than the cards. So I had to make this guy a little drooler…

Anonymous asked:

Silver is posed like he wants someone to feel him up, and take advantage of him, maybe his roommate does so when he's being extremely stubborn and refuses to wake up, because if he's force to wake up thanks to all the damn alarms the least he can do is be rewarded by stuffing silver with his seed

Ah, the perks of being Silver’s roommate. Yes, you have to listen to all of his alarms and then try to wake up the sleeping beauty yourself, but hey, if he doesn’t wake up that easily, you get to do something creative and fun about it~

Makes me think of how the original sleeping beauty fairytale went…

kimyin75 asked:

MORE RINSAGI PLEASE 😭🙏

There will definitely be more, these two are such a good ship! Although it’s Isagi/Rin for us, just in case.

Anonymous asked:

Hear me out, twst milfs into eachother

Yes, Anon!! I think we talked about it the other day; Mama Leech and Mama Rosehearts in particular look very hot together…

Anonymous asked:

Greetings Lord Ryuichirou! I know you said before you aren't interested in drawing the prefect but I have always been intrigued by how you and Lord Katsu would imagine how they (he?) looked like, since it's a blank state for the player to picture and create its background...

Following the canon information the game give us about them they/he does have a semi-canon appearance? Doe-eyes, shorter than Floyd, effeminate and frail looking according to the prologue, unusual hair for twst hair logic... (I had to look up all characters and npcs but I found there're some colors that appear in few boys. Silver, white, black hair boys can be count with one hand and 0 with pink hair). I read a jp theory somewhere speculating about how the prefect may have black hair — as not many characters in-game have it and it's a common hair color in Japan — and their eyes being like the gems used as currency, something about the gems being the devil eyes, but now I can't find it 💦

If you had to create a vessel and backstory of how you'd portray the prefect based in all the canon info of how would they look? Or would you rather be creative about it and skip what traits apparently the game yuu has? Would you twist them based on a disney character like Alice perchance?

You can skip this ask if you're not comfortable with it, however I do recommend the following posts about Yuu canon intel if you decide to think about it. I did a bottom!yuu based on canon game mc and a top!yuu without looking at canon so I could ship them with anyone without messing up my already established dynamic stances but that may be a hassle. Personally the bottom yuu reminds me of Ciel but that's just a preference 🤭

I believe yuu's connection with the afterlife is interesting — seeing by how the yuus in manga have surnames related to death somehow, it fuels the "yuu is an undead creature" going around; no wonder they fit so well in a dorm full of ghosts. Anyways, take care and farewell!

https://www.tumblr.com/yuurei20/748969857779924992/hi-im-working-on-a-theory-for-ramshackle-and-mc

https://www.tumblr.com/starsilluminateourgalaxy/728941604852924416/canon-yuu

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

First of all, god being called Lord Ryuichirou feels good, you’re really spoiling me out there. Lord Ryuichirou and Lord Katsu… makes me smile every time I look at your ask 😭 please don’t inflate my ego like that…

Second of all, just like you’ve said, we aren’t super interested in Yuu-related stuff, but it was still interesting reading your thoughts and looking at the info you sent. I didn’t know that manga Yuu’s last names are related to death, and it definitely sounds like there is a reason behind it. Can’t be just because it sounded cool lol I also never considered the possibility of Yuu being somewhat Ciel-like, but it’s kind of cute and very like Yana to do something like that lol

Honestly, whenever we try to picture Yuu, we go for a short and plain-looking Japanese highschooler; like you said, it is mentioned that Yuu is short, but that’s the only thing we focused on. The black hair thing seems to work with this hc as well though! And with Yuu being specifically plain-looking, I just think it’s very fun when someone who is clearly from just a regular world is surrounded by very colourful over-the-top characters. It’s a fun dynamic, and is very fun to look at.

As for the position, to us Yuu is a top, but it’s not like we actively ship him with anyone, although Yuu/Malleus is one ship we’d be interested in the most.

Anonymous asked:

Have you heard of a game series called Blazblue?  I think you might like the characters cause they're wild.  There's the main character Ragna, he's kinda like Floyd and Deuce imo and he can be reckless and r ude but he really cares about his family, and one his ships is with his brother Jin because Jin used to be mind controlled by his weapon and his brotherly love was twisted into a kind of obsessive love and a desire to kill Ragna.  Some of the other characters Hazama who could be a third Leech brother, Nu-13 who's an android modeled after Ragna and Jin's sister and lusts after Ragna and wants to fuse with him, Mai who's a guy who got turned into a girl by merging with a magical book, Kokonoe who's a genius scientist that's half human (her mother's a sexy human witch) and half cat (her father's an anthropomorphic cat), and Arakune, just... Arakune.  I think you might like the gag endings too, they get even wilder than the main story

I haven’t heard about it, Anon! Somehow it doesn’t even seem like I’ve seen it at any point in life…

Floyd and Deuce is a crazy combo for a character lol but he does look cool, and oh god having an obsessive brother is such a bonus. Love it when the desire to kill and obsessive love combine together. And with an android almost-sister as well… the twst parallels are strong there.

Ohh, Hazama has this sly closed-eyed face, I love characters with this design element. Honestly overall what a cast, even just based on your description + quick google image search lol

Thank you for sharing, Anon!

[ramp-it-up]

II Most Wanted Pt. 2: Pedal so heavy 

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: The feelings are getting real as you make a decision about giving Jake Syverson the time of day (or night, rather) at your 20 year reunion.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Flashbacks, horny teenagers being horny (over 18 tho). Prom night, early 2000's music, mentions of sex acts, "Captain" kink, mentions of teenage pregnancy, divorce, breakups. The Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Reckless driving?

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the second installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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May 2024

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

When you heard that, you went into fight or flight mode. Rage, regret, and sadness all flooded your body at once, and Sy’s eyes flicked down to your dominant hand which was curling into a fist. A wry smile started on his lips, and then he straightened up and looked you in the eye as he started to speak again.

“Butter-”

You shook your head, which silenced him. Then you raised your chin, released your fist, and turned your back, walking toward your friends.

—---

Get out (LEAVE!)

Right now

It’s the end of you and me

It’s too late (NOW!)

And I can’t wait 

For you to be gone…

Carla and Tiffani followed as you fled to the restroom.

“Why did you even tell him I liked him? I blame both of you.”

You were hurt, so you brought up a 20 year old slight and lashed out weakly at your friends. You were trying to ascribe meaning to your emotions.

How could everything still hurt this much? 

Carla wasn’t having it.

“Unh unh. No. Nope. We were sick of you running your mouth all the time about how cute he was. And Jakey boy had heart eyes for you since the day you walked into school, despite Becca the Bitch. After they broke up, we had to put you both out of your misery. It had to be done.”

Tiffani was nodding her head in agreement.

You sighed.

“‘M sorry guys,” you sat on the bathroom vanity and smiled to yourself about your Powerpuff councils in the 3rd floor Central High bathroom all those years ago. Then you grimaced when you thought of Sy.

“I just… Can’t…”

“So what just happened?”

Despite your surliness, Carla was ready to go to war for you.

“He wants me to go talk with him, ‘someplace quiet.’”

“Wow. Your air quotes are kind of aggressive.”

Sweet Tiffani was also calling you out.

“Maybe you do need to talk to him. I heard what happened, and it’s kind of a lot. A hell of a story.”

“Tiff has a point. You forbid us to say his name after you two broke up…”

You interrupted Carla.

“After he found out Becca was pregnant, you mean..”

“...That is a part of the story you need to hear. She did him dirty. They split when he finished his first tour. He asked about you, but you were already engaged to Scott…”

You’d heard that Sy enlisted instead of going to State for football like he planned when Becca fell pregnant, but the bit about the split hit you like a ton of bricks.

But why? And what did it matter now? 

“Sy spent the better part of the last 20 years in Afghanistan, and I think it’s because…But that’s not our story to tell. You really ought to talk to him.”

“I don’t have to do-”

Your voice was a little shrill and you closed your mouth when you heard yourself. You stood in the bathroom awkwardly until the familiar beginning of a song wafted into the room:

“Teen drinking is very bad.”

Carla and Tiff started screaming the next line:

“Yo, I got a fake ID tho.”

The beat dropped and they pulled you out of the bathroom onto the dance floor.

One, here comes the two to the three to the four Everybody drunk out on the dance floor Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour...

…..Everybody in this bitch getting Tipsy.

This was your thot song, and after a minute of standing there, fake offended by their dancing, soon you were shaking your ass with your lifelong friends.

—-----

Sy knew how much he was trying it when he asked you to talk, but he had been waiting 20 years for this chance. 

Tonight was the night.

And he wasn’t going to let the night pass without shooting his shot. But the truth needed to be told first. He hoped that you still cared enough to let it happen.

When you stared at him blankly, he started to sweat. He knew you lived your life since then. He feared that any feelings you may have had for him were over and done with. But then he saw your hand balled into a fist, and hope entered his heart.

Sy never shrank from a fight; hell, he’d started too many, but he never wished for someone to sock him in the mouth as much as you.

He wanted to fight with you. 

And he wanted to make it up to you. 

His heart dropped when you walked away, but he decided to let it ride and give you some space. After you disappeared into the bathroom with Carla and Tiffani, Sy ventured into the venue, ready to interact with others now that he had laid down the challenge with you.

—---

You were having a ball dancing with the girls until that song came on. You stopped moving, the hair raised on the back of your neck. When you turned you found Sy staring right at you. You’d managed to ignore him the entire night, but this song and his blue eyes were wearing you down.

I'd sure hate to break down here Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror Out in the middle of nowhere, knowin' I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin' So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now

You walked toward Sy, drawn to him as if on a string. You had that feeling in the small of your back as you stood before him, the one that you hadn’t felt in ages, and suddenly everything felt inevitable.

Just like it did 20 years earlier. 

—---

May 2004

On Prom night, you came out of your bedroom and Sy’s mouth dropped open. His eyes never strayed from your face as he murmured,

“You look amazing.”

You blushed and smiled while your mom ‘awwwed’ and went to get her camera. You approached your boyfriend and he took your hand to twirl you around as he appraised the rest of you in your sleek emerald green dress. When you faced him again, he was licking his lips, trying to make the look on his face respectable. You smiled because you could read his mind.

Sy didn’t flinch as your mom called him “Jacob,” and you didn’t have it in you to be annoyed as she took a couple of pictures. Sy’s hand on your waist and his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin at the opening on the side of your dress made you shiver in anticipation.

You were caught up.

Soon, Sy was loading your bag into the back of Betty, and pulling off, your mom having accepted your explanation of staying over Tiffani’s after going bowling with the group after the prom.

In reality, a bunch of the crew were renting a huge chalet in the mountains, 45 minutes away. You and Sy had your own room, and you were ready to give him everything that night. You were distracted, imagining having your way with him that night.

And Sy was right there with you.

“Y’know, Buttercup, we can just head on up to the chalet.” 

He cut his eyes over to you to watch your reaction. When you didn’t answer and just bit your lip, that’s when he knew.

“Our suite has its own bathroom with a shower in it. We’re definitely using that this weekend. Can’t wait to see you all soapy and wet. ‘S all I could think about in the shower tonight. Almost jerked off to the image, but I decided to save it all for later…”

Sy knew you too well, and had keyed into how you responded when he talked dirty to you. He was priming the pump for later.

You pictured Sy in the shower, his lithe muscles clenched as he fisted himself, made you suddenly need a drink of water. You cleared your throat and found your voice.

“We have to go, Sy. I spent so much time getting ready. And you look so handsome in this tux….”

You skimmed your hand down his lapel, down his torso to his thigh, and you quickly ascertained his situation. He grinned at you.

“You’re right.”

Sy winked, smiled and concentrated on the road while you tried not to be a slut in the passenger seat. By the time you reached the venue, you had yourself under control. He parked, then turned toward you. 

“Let’s have a good time tonight, Buttercup. Think you can keep your hands offa me for a couple of hours?”

You scoffed, and Sy took your hand and kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed your palm, smoothing the joke away because in reality, It was him who couldn’t help touching you.

“Don’t want to mess up your makeup right now… might ruin it later tho.”

You whimpered in his grip as he kissed up your arm and you tucked a long errant curl behind his ear. 

Sy’s eyes went soft and he held your hands in your lap.

“Y’know, we don’t have to do anything tonight. We can dance all night if you want to. Bowl the blue balls away.”

You laughed and Sy fell in love even more. You were so beautiful.

“I love you, Buttercup, and us having sex or not won’t change that, not one bit.”

You melted as you stared at your handsome fella. He was fiddling with your hand, and then you felt something cold on your finger. You pulled your hand back and saw the delicate white gold ring with a tiny perfect diamond in the center that had been his grandmother’s.

You gasped.

“Sy!”

You looked from him to his grandmother’s ring. You’d come across it the first time you were over his house, ‘studying’ in his room on a chilly November night after football practice. You were being nosy and looking at everything you could touch as he went to get some snacks.

Sy was embarrassed when he came back and saw you with it. You thought he was mad at you for snooping, but he wasn’t. He’d told you that it was just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, not worth anything,’ and that no one would want it, but that his Gran had left it for him to give to his future wife. 

“But, I’ll propose to someone with a bigger ring than this.”

Sy’s denim blue eyes held yours for a beat. Your heart flipped. You didn’t know why, because you’d only been talking for a couple of weeks and this was the first time you were alone together. 

You didn’t know that Sy was repeating something Becca had told him when she turned her nose up at the antique when she happened to see it, and you didn’t care as you took the black box and sat down on his bed. You stared at the ring inside like it was the crown jewels, and after about 5 minutes of studying it, you looked up at him. 

“Well. I think this ring is beautiful and precious. The detail is stunning. Your future wife would be lucky to get it.” 

That was exactly when Sy realized that he was in love with you.

Back in the Bronco outside of the prom, you were in disbelief.

“What are you doing Sy….?”

All of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. But after only six short months together, Sy knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Calm down, Buttercup, this is just a promise ring.” 

He kissed your hand again. 

“I know we're jumpin' the gun, and we're both still young.” 

Those eyes held you in a trance.

“But one day, we won't be.”

“Oh, Sy…”

“It’s my promise to you, Buttercup. I will love you ‘til the day I die.”

And it seemed kinda crazy. But you believed him.

—-

May 2024

I made it this far without cryin' a single tear An' I'd sure hate to break down here Oh, no

It was either the music, the dancing, or the alcohol, or all three that made your mind up, but you were ready to listen to what Sy had to say. 

Stephanie Prince, the class president, was calling the Homecoming court up to the stage, and Sy looked that way. Anger bloomed again inside you.

Damnit, Sy needed to choose you this time.

“You still wanna talk, Sy?”

Your body language that screamed aggression: the cocked hip, the crossed arms that pushed up your tits, the tapping foot in those heels, all made Sy soft on the inside and hard on the outside for you. When he answered you, his voice broke. 

“Ye– yeah.”

Christ, you had him weak. But he made a decision, found his strength, and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the Marriott.

You followed him obediently, and that set him on fire. He stopped and turned around when he reached the Bronco. 

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

You two stared at each other in the late spring night air, stars winking down on you two.

“So where we goin’, Sy?”

Being this close to him again, and the feeling of his touch made all those 20 year old pheromones perk up again. Damn, this man. 

This huge, handsome, hairy man.

“Where do you wanna go, Buttercup?”

What your brain was doing was insane, so you just kept silent.

Becoming mute was one of your tells. Sy was elated that maybe you wanted him, at least physically. He was so thirsty for you.

“Hm.”

Sy grunted, straightened up, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, all while still holding your hand. It was like he didn’t want to let you go. 

And he didn’t.

“Tell you what. Let’s take a spin in Betty. See what’s up in the ol’ town.”

Your eyes flicked toward the truck, and you knew it was dangerous.

But you were grown now. 

And so was Sy.

Sy led you around to the passenger side door to help you up into the high profile vehicle, leaning over you to buckle you in, only releasing you to put his hand on the door.

“I can’t believe you still have her,” you whispered, indicating the Bronco. “How is she still the exact same condition?”

“She’s been in storage for the better part of 20 years. Thought about her everyday though.”

Sy was looking at your lips, and the memories came flooding back.

“I bet she missed you.”

Sy cocked his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. His voice came out gruff and he had to clear his throat again. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Sy.”

Any smooth line was lost as his brain short circuited with the concentration it took to not kiss you right now. 

“Well, we’re about to have some fun together again, you, me, and Betty. Sit tight, pretty lady.” 

Your cheeks heated at the compliment.

“Ok, Captain.”

Sy actually blushed, shook his head and closed the door, leaving you to breathe in the old leather smell of the Bronco with your eyes closed, conveniently leaving him to pump his fist behind the car unseen by you. 

He got back in the car, jacket off. And he leaned near you to place it on the back seat, you got a whiff of him, the familiar cologne adding another dimension to your roiling senses.

When you opened your eyes, you witnessed him rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms. He caught you ogling him and you gulped and crossed your own arms and legs, angling yourself to look out of the open window.

Sy looked over at you closing yourself off from him, then smashed the gas to make sure that you'd squeal and grab his arm like the good ol’ days as he peeled out of the parking lot, pedal so heavy like you were the two most wanted criminals in town.

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[yamayuandadu]

First things first - I’m posting this as a screencap in order to crop out the link. Regardless of my personal stance on piracy (I’m not telling), I suspect sharing this sort of download could get my blog in trouble. Sorry! No offense meant. Not only am I familiar with Gadotti’s monograph (it’s not a journal article), I have an entire blog article in the pipeline based on an offhand comment from it, lol. Gadotti is actually one of my favorite authors in this field. Never Truly Hers: Ereškigal’s Dowry and the Rulership of the Netherworld largely contributed to my decision to focus on posting about Mesopotamia online, for instance. This being said - with all due respect, I think you completely misunderstood the book. You seem to operate on the assumption that every single Gilgamesh text forms some sort of coherent “canon” identical with the Epic (the 12 tablet Standard Babylonian version at that...?), which is not what Gadotti argues for, nor does she suggest moving GEN - or rather the partial translation of GEN - within the standard epic. She is entirely focused on GEN’s relation with the other four Old Babylonian Gilgamesh compositions, not either Old Babylonian or Standard Babylonian versions of the full epic. Tablet XII obviously is an awkward inclusion; It doesn’t even match the poetic style of the preceding 11 tablets. That’s because it was a part of the “series” of Gilgamesh - a series of tablets copied together due to shared topic (ie. Gilgamesh) most but not all of which belong to the Epic of Gilgamesh - but not a part of the Epic of Gilgamesh as a coherent work, which is stylistically coherent and has a clear ending. It’s hardly an outlier - An = Anum has a 7th tablet which is completely different from tablets 1-6 content- and structure-wise, for instance. Gadotti’s core argument is that four of the five standalone Gilgamesh narratives predating the epic - she leaves out Gilgamesh and Akka - form a loose cycle which starts with GEN and ends with Death of Gilgamesh. The idea of all or some of them possibly being linked with each other is not very controversial - it’s evident the compositions were interconnected to a degree or at least reflected some shared bigger Gilgamesh tradition, Death of Gilgamesh as a matter of fact explicitly requires other compositions to work since it enumerates Gilgamesh’s deeds the audience was presumably familiar with thanks to them. I personally didn’t find Gadotti’s arguments entirely convincing though - she sees GEN and DoG as both being vital for the sequence she postulates, but GEN requires Gilgamesh’s parents to be mortal (which would line up better with Sumerian King List or whatever hitherto lost source Aelian preserved a garbled version of), while in DoG Ninsun and Lugalbanda come up directly. Gadotti admits herself there’s 0 evidence anyone anywhere ever considered Ninsun mortal (p. 122-123); also, DoG doesn’t reference the Bull of Heaven at all. There are thus about as many reasons to leave out Gilgamesh and the Bull of Heaven as Gilgamesh and Akka like she did…

I also don’t think disagreeing with George on individual passages is some grand act of iconoclasm. Gary Beckman disagrees with his assumption the Old Babylonian epic already had Siduri as the barmaid’s name, for instance. George disagrees with his own reading in some cases due to new evidence that has emerged since, I’m pretty sure, lol. Even with that taken into account - out of the 50-ish references to George in the monograph most actually… have Gadotti agree with his translation…? Like taskarin = boxwood on p. 28… All she disagrees with, as far as I can tell, is George’s disbelief in the existence of a set sequence of standalone Gilgamesh myths, and his assumption Enkidu dies in GEN. Subsequent authors (ex. Steinkeller in The Reluctant En of Inana — or the Personaof Gilgameš in the Perspective of Babylonian Political Philosophy) seem to still generally agree with George on that, and it’s also what the people who translated GEN into Akkadian thought (Gadotti, once again, admits herself the last thing is true, though she assumes it started as an ancient misinterpretation).

[bokettochild]

⭐️blood between us⭐️

Oh boy!

So, my brain is a block of Swiss cheese in that it's there, but full of holes, and given that it's been, like, fours years since I wrote this story? there isn't a ton I think I can say about the making of it that I probably haven't said already, in some places or another.

Honestly, it was my first fic for the LU fandom! But it was the result of reading so very many fics where pairs or trios of the chain were related to each other in various ways. It was the golden era of LU fics, I think, because there was so much that had happened and yet so very much that hadn't happened yet, and you saw so much variety in fics, so many blogs spitting out amazing ideas, and so many writers twisting things around and collaborating with one another to make stuff, even if it was just here on Tumblr, trading paragraphs back and forth in the reblogs like a big game of rigmarole anyone could jump in on at any time.

And I stumbled into the fandom, an outsider with precious little knowledge of LoZ in general, not a game under my belt and only familiar with anything through LU itself and the dozens of fics I was reading daily, and saw all this and said "why not combine it into one big thing?"

Every threory, every relation, ever fun headcannon I liked, I thought I would toss it all together into one silly little fic, writing a chapter for each potential dynamic, and call it good.

I had writers block something awful, struggling with my OCs and their world, struggling to make something original and at the time, I didn't care about a single LU boy except Wild and maybe Twilight at times. "Write stupid" I told myself. "You can't write good right now, but this doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be written so I can stop thinking about it and go back to my real writing".

News-flash: I did NOT, in fact, really ever go back to my real writing. 5-7 chapters into a novel I dropped it like a hot potato, because all of a sudden I was getting feedback, and compliments, and people were actually enjoying my work!

Believe it or not, I've been writing since I was 11 years old, but unfortunately I grew up in a household based on competition. 10 kids is a lot, and attention is limited, so you have to be the best at something if you want to be seen, and being the best was less about practicing your skills for us girls and more about tearing down the skills of the others pursuing the same craft as you. I was mocked incessantly for anything I wrote and, to this day, my first novella is still a joke among my family, or at least the ones of us who were old enough to remember it. I was 13 and it was 30+ chapters of poorly written tropes and characters, but it was mine and it was my first and all I ever heard from others was how stupid it was.

So imagine my shock when I publish something I didn't even try hard at and people start commenting, and leaving kudos, and praising it and talking about how fun it is! Imagine how chocked I am when I learn that I'm not a bad writer and people actually like what I make.

I got hooked. I wrote every chapter I planned, and few I didn't, and then it was over. I wrote all the tropes and fun ideas I could think of or saw others tossing around, and then, one day in like....August? It was over. I posted the last chapter, I ended the fic. I'd done what I set out to do and I'd appeased the part of me that wanted to put everything in a blender and see what would happen. Except.... I didn't want it to be over.

I liked having people say nice things to me about something i'd worked hard on. I liked people talking to me about something I made and not just tolerating my chatter about it until they could talk about themselves instead. I liked getting feedback on the stuff I made and watching the reactions and giggling like a mad thing at the theories people posted in the comments.

I liked the attention, honestly, but I also loved the community it gave me. I liked being part of a fandom instead of just being on the outside looking in.

So, I wrote a sequel. I went in without a plan, but I wanted to preserve that magic I'd been handed, I wanted to keep having a reason to be around, for people to talk to me. I wrote and I wrote and I didn't know what I was doing or where I was going. But, the further I got, the more I questioned myself, the more I became discontented with the fact that I'd just thrown things together without care for how they came out, the fact that I'd just said "hehe look at the silly!" instead of taking the opportunity to write something I would actually think was cool instead of just a crack parody. So, I tried to force it around, tried to remould it, tried to make it different.

That's why the story stopped, only a few chapters into Kintsugi. I realized I was trying to recreate something from what it already was, and that I'd twisted it so it was neither as charming as it had begun, nor as charming as I wanted it to be, but instead something in between the two and thus neither, just....hodge-podge work without any real identity or label. Not what I wanted and not what I started with.

So, I dropped it. I ignored it and tried to bury it underneath everything else. It bothered me, for ages, that the thing I was known for was TBBU; the one thing I saw as a failure because I'd gone from not taking it seriously to taking it far too serious and thus ruining it, or that's how I saw it.

I think it has it's charm, now that I've had time. In working on the re-imagining of the idea of it, I've reread bits and pieces (though never the whole thing at once), and now I look at it like I do any early work. It has a raw charm and appeal, it has it's own magic even if I know I could do better. It has it's moments that make me wonder what I was thinking and why I wrote it so badly, but other times I find myself gaping at the fact that I actually wrote something that good!

In a way, it's the worst and best thing I ever wrote. It's, really, an embodiment of my writing identity. It's become less known over the years. These days, if people know me for a fic, it's probably Feathered or The Violet Incidents, not TBBU. Even though I'm 35 chapters deep into the rewrite, the two are incomparable to each other, and still an afterthought in my portfolio of works.

At the end of the day though, TBBU was the first of many stepping stones- the first step on a flight of stairs I still can't see an end to. It's scuffed and dusty and maybe it doesn't hold weight like some others do, maybe it creaks something awful, but I wouldn't be here without it <3

[everythingroyalty]

a whole adult being obsessively invested in someone they don't even like's every move is not only disturbing and unemployed behaviour to me for obvious reasons but it's also such an extremely miserable life to lead when you think about it.

You can say that for the other side too. There are decade old blogs here which has hated Kate first for being a commoner, then accused her of faking HG and now they use Meghan as a stick to beat her with, spinning weaves of conspiracy around her life including her health issues. Both sides do the same thing and obsessively dissect every action of the person they claim is irrelevant. They are two sides of the same coin.

First: I mean, nowhere in my post did I mention Meghan explicitly, so I thought it was a given that it goes for all types of obsessive parasocial behaviours. It's clearly not indicative of a healthy psyche regardless of who the behaviour is aimed at. And as someone who's very familiar with Royal Dish, it's really not necessary to point out to me that it doesn't just happen to Meghan.

With that said, can you honestly name someone who's systematically made their hatred of Kate their entire personality for more than a decade without clearly being viewed as someone with mental issues?

(And I'm not talking someone otherwise going about their online presence as usual but making the occasional joke about Kate being lazy or mocking the photoshop disaster class here. If you think that falls into the same category as obsessively following and dissecting someone's every move only to spew hateful shit about them online, then we're clearly not referring to the same behaviour.)

Because while there are people in this fandom on this platform with a disturbingly large following for someone with displaying a deeply unstable behaviour who do that with Meghan, I somehow doubt you can show me someone who does that with Kate. But I'll reserve judgement if you can prove me wrong.

Second: I don't think I fully understand the point you're making? As said above, I deliberately didn't mention Meghan by name in my post so you're the one reading it and deducing that the post only applies to people being unhinged about her.

To me—and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong—your response reads as an excuse for this unhinged behaviour regarding Meghan. And that excuse has been a dog whistle of Meghan antis since 2016. "People have been mean to Kate, so actually we're allowed to be mean to Meghan." Needless to say, if that kind of kindergarten logic applies to you, you're not particularly well-functioning mentally either.

At the end of the day, you only have control over your own behaviour. And I simply cannot comprehend how you function in the real world if your emotional maturity doesn't rise above behaving unhinged towards someone because others are behaving unhinged towards your fav?

[the-smallest-lions-jungle]

Welcome!

Welcome to the Smallest Lions Jungle! This is a SAFE FOR WORK Age Regression and Pet Regression blog. SAFE FOR WORK INTERACTIONS ONLY PLEASE! (DNI at the end of the post)

Get to Know me! Hello! You can call me Lion, Jazzy, or Sofi!

My big age is 21! My regression age is 1-5, leaning towards the younger side. I'm also a system (trauma related, I'm not super familiar with all the terminology yet). I won't talk much about DID and the facets of that on here much, but it's worth noting if there's a period where I just do not exist for a while :3 My pronouns are They/He/it, I'm nonbinary Masc leaning, FTM Trans. I love to draw, and write, and collect plushies! I have a lot of pets, a Dog, Three snakes, and a leopard Gecko. My favorite colors are Pink and Yellow!

Here's a list of my regression aesthetics and a bit about why I like them! Lion King (1994 Version) - I really like the jungle and nature in general. Lion King was one of the first movies I remember watching as a young kid! I love 2D animation and the charming quality it has. It inspired me when I was younger before I lost the drive to do art for a while. Space - I like the semi isolation and comfort I get when I look up at the big sky, all those stars, so much to learn and see. So many amazing colors and opportunities to expand and do cool new science things.

Dinos - History has always fascinated me but there's something special about the dino period of it all. I'm not super smart or knowledgeable when it comes to them, but I love their big stompers. Dinos also remind me of a very long time friend I have! Paw Patrol - I love dogs, in fact I have a dog, she's my service animal! I do love the more subtle kids shows like Bluey but there's something so nice about turning my brain off and watching an obvious lesson kid show. Chase is my favorite! Bluey - I think it's self explanatory about why I love Bluey so much. It really became special to me when I was still in high-school. I had bad dreams that shook me to my core, so I stayed home from school with my grandma and wed watch some to make me feel better.

Regression Activities! (age regression) Here are some Regression activities I really like when I'm small! Coloring Playing pretend Playing with my Littlest Pet shops Watching a Small TV show Running around outside when it's sunny out! Napping with Bubuh (Fictional Caregiver) (more to be added as I'm able to regress more and find out what i like)

Regression activities! (Pet Regression) Here are some Pet Regression activities I really like when I'm puppy! Running around on all fours Playing with my chew toy Getting pets from Bubuh! (Fictional Caregiver) Going to the park Learning new tricks. Playing with my friends!

Miscellaneous Regression Information! Regression, whether it be age or pet, is really hard for me. I live with two people who don't quite get it, so I feel strange. My old therapist also said that it could be a dangerous coping mechanism so I've been very hesitant to try and reconnect with that side of me. Due to that I don't know how often ill post, or how often I'll lurk. I don't have an actual Caregiver, and if I ever did get one they'd have to be my romantic partner. Not because I want romantic stuff when in little space, but because of how I grew up, romantic love and care is easier to accept than platonic or familial. I have a corner in my room dedicated to regression! It's got so many fun activities, I'll post pictures of it once I finally have it unearthed from a pile of boxes hehehe.

DO NOT INTERACT LIST. Do not interact if you are any of the following: Anti LGBTQ+ in any capacity Anti Agere/Petre Anti Furry Anti Therian/Otherkin/Fiction kin, ect Racist Sexist Ableist Proship NSFW, Including: DDLG/DDLB, ABDL, any kind of kink, ect. Map/Pedo and or support maps/pedos, ect. If you interact with any kind of gore.

Thank you for reading! I hope you stay a while and we can be friends! ~Lion/Jazzy/Sofi.

[william-voidson]

hey so, i followed your previous blog but only noticed it deactivated recently (apologies for that, life got busy so i wasn't keeping up as much)

i only really knew after i tried finding you on htsan's blog in all honesty

and i was initially trying to find the IJAG bot you made, but that's also gone

if you don't mind me asking, what happened? it's alright if it's personal, i dont mean to pry, and good timezone to you!

(also just wanted to say that i love your art, it makes my day everytime i see it :>)

(Long important post incoming. Mentions of grooming and suicide for those that want to avoid it, I’m really sorry to the original anon, I’m willing to bet you didn’t expect this as an answer, but it is important I say so.)

Honestly it’s probably good if I explain- I kinda wanted a fresh start with this new account but it’s getting pretty clear that’s not an option. There are a few reasons and some of them are important to me specifically.

However.

The first is not a very happy explanation.

And I’d rather be out with it now and let people pass judgment than have it hanging over my head forever.

So

Reason number 1

‼️ I am not an adult ‼️

And this is my (probably not very well-handled way) of taking responsibility for that.

I completely understand if people who are coming from my old account feel lied to or frustrated, and I will have no reservation for if anyone wants to block me for their own comfort. I became very aware after checking my old following that I had a LOT of 20/30+ people that liked my art.

But yeah, not an adult. As of 10/2/25, I’m 16, going to be 17 in August. If you don’t know a lot about me, that doesn’t seem like an especially surprising thing, however, if you had been following along with my old account enough, you know that I often praised and reblogged and made art for a lot of other ADULT artists on here. (Not necessarily nsfw, but definitely people who are over 18) Thing is, I never once expected any of them to notice my babbling, let alone for them to DM me and get more familiar with my account.

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE IT EXTREMELY LOUD AND CLEAR. NONE OF THE ARTISTS I INTERACTED WITH HAVE EVER ONCE MADE ME FEEL UNSAFE OR HARASSED OR COERCED. THEY ARE LOVELY PEOPLE AND DID NOT KNOW ABOUT MY AGE, I AM THE ONE IN THE WRONG HERE FOR NOT BEING TRANSPARENT.

Now I did do a lot to avoid actively transgressing any comfort. I blocked specific tags, and I didn’t tend to message them out of the blue, cause that would be weird.

But

There were also places that I most definitely cocked up, felt ashamed, and felt too scared to address, because I know for a fact there’s adult accounts out there that have every right to be pissed with me. To be honest, I’m still scared. It’s one of the reasons that consistent posting has never been easy when I overthink everything.

Two stand out, and I’m going to be honest about them.

Number one, the april fool’s little one shot I made in reference to htsan’s series where Sans tries to contact you over the phone. Now if you know or remember that specific fanfic, Sans leaves a message for the Anomaly, talking about how much he misses them and how he imagines being intimate with them. I really loved that story, read it over frequently and cried to it frequently. And so I wanted to make something that had been rattling around in my head for a while as a way to bring more attention to it. And while I didn’t make my appreciation fic nsfw, the source fic still had clear meaning of it, and my interaction with it was very wrong.

This was an example of my previous experiences of thinking that creators wouldn’t pay attention to the things I posted (honestly stupid of me and I still don’t know what to do with the initial fanfic)

Number two, has something to do with Ikustioa, who I am very aware is someone who has the least time of anyone to deal with my bad decisions and am equally very sorry to. But it does have to do with her very well made Seeing Red fanfic, made for Aggre(g/v)ation. I’m personally still not certain if this was a small or massive transgression, but it feels too notable to ignore. The long and short of it is that I commented that I still loved it, Ikustioa made the next chapter, and quote gave me a ‘cordial nod’. Again, not her fault, she didn’t know that I shouldn’t have been there. But I still feel really bad about it, and will be going about removing what interactions I can.

Either way, and however you cut it, this comes down to me being woefully inactive with my own gods damned protection. I have since (not just since deleting my old account, I’ve been trying to be more careful and more respectful for a while) been doing more to directly avoid the adult accounts that would be rightfully angry with me if I interacted with them. Later this year I may be trying to tell these notable accounts what I did and apologising so that they know upfront, but I very recently got some rattling and sad news that I’m going to be dealing with for a few months.

Reason number 2 (less important but this is an explanation about my character.ai bots)

For character.ai specifically, a friend of mine sent me a news article not too long ago about a depressed boy that had killed himself, and evidence on his phone suggested that a c.ai bot had been giving him bad advice. I don’t know if this is real, I know no one did it on purpose, ai bots just follow a thin algorithm, they physically don’t have the capability to kill someone on purpose. It’s generation. It’s different every time, and I am fully sorry for that boy’s poor mother that had to find all of this out by herself. I took my bots off public because, though a thin likelihood, I would be sick to my stomach if someone hurt themselves or worse because of something my bots said because I couldn’t control it.

I understand that my bots also helped and calmed and made a lot of people happy, but this is not up for debate about who here isn’t getting hurt in comparison. I generally don’t trust character.ai to be responsible about how young people can access there bots. Case in point. I can, and I’m 16.

After this post is made, I’m going to have to delete my account on Janitor.ai too. I’m sorry, but with light of me being underage, I hope you understand why I can’t be on janitor for the next few years. I’m honestly now grappling with wanting to delete this tumblr account too now after I make this public. I just wanted a fresh slate to post the more longstanding ideas I had for fanfics and fanart without bothering anybody. But that’s really feeling impossible. I’m not allowed to let this go away without hurting anyone.

So, to recap. I’m 16 and was trying to make up for the adult accounts I had no right in interacting with, I’m wary of character.ai’s restrictions or lack thereof, and I’m sorry.