#also when i said it took 30 seconds i was guessing because i don't actually remember how long it took

[dravidious]

My Firefox at some point developed an issue where after a computer restart it would take like 10 minutes to start working. Like I would open it and it would open and be able to do some stuff, but trying to go to any webpage just would not happen until like 10 minutes later and then it'd be fine. A similar thing would happen if I closed it, opened some other program like a game, and then opened Firefox again, though not as extreme. I figured it was doing something like loading a bunch of stuff into RAM maybe? And then opening another program would overwrite the RAM so it would have to do it again? idk what exactly was happening. I tried clearing my browsing history to see if that would help and it didn't, and I didn't want to mess with the cookies, so I just gave up and accepted it.

Then, when I was working on an HTML game with a save system, I needed to track down where the files were getting saved, and I found the "default" storage folder which had ~2.5 GB of data in it, including ~1.5 GB of tumblr cache data. I skimmed through the 500+ folders and deleted everything that didn't seem important (why does random.org need to store data on my computer?). It took a long time, but I eventually deleted like 90% of the folders and got it down to 200 MB. It was mostly just out of anger at the wasted space; why are all these sites that I've visited once to read an article storing crap on my computer!? Probably just for advertisement tracking and garbage like that. But I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, this was what was taking Firefox so long to load.

After I booted up my computer this morning, it took Firefox 30 seconds to open tumblr.

[noroi1000]

Can I request Gojo x fem dom reader where he has been teasing her all day during work like touching her ass while she is training Yuji , calling her mommy out of nowhere, bringing her hand to his cock under the table while they are sitting in a meeting and moaning in her ear when they were sparring and reader pushed him into the ground

Tired of this reader decides to give Gojo what he wants . She drags Gojo to her office , locks the door and she spanks gojo like 20- 30 times roughly and Gojo enjoys it. After that when they get home she sits on his face and makes him eat her out and after that rides him roughly which was all Gojo wanted because he was jealous of other men getting her attention which he wanted all to himself

Mommy's good boy

paring: Sub Gojo x Dom reader

words:2.6k

Warnings: Smut (Dom/sub, spanks, rough sex)

"This is good, Yuji, again. Try to move faster. And also send your cursed energy a little earlier than usual."

"That's right! Sensei!"

"It's nice of you to help me train Yuji." Satoru approached you.

"He was dead. So when you told me about him being revived and you were going to train him, I had to help you." You laughed, stroking his cheek momentarily.

"Aren't you training him a little too hard?" He asked, hugging you from behind.

"He doesn't mind. Right, Yuji-kun?"

"Yeah!" he shouted, hitting the punching bag.

"But (y/n)-chan… I want you to train me hard…" he moaned softly into your ear. "Mommy… Teach me something, train me hard…"

"Pervert." You chuckled softly.

His hands shot up your ass, groping you until your apprentice was watching.

"Mommy~ I guess I was a bad boy~" he groans as he pushes your hips against his crotch.

"Come on. We're having a meeting soon. Then we have to go now." You told him, pushing him away.

"Eeeeh…" he groaned sadly.

"Yuji, now we're done. We two have to go to a meeting. Go rest and refresh yourself. Why don't you watch movies now?" You asked with a nice smile.

"Sure, (y/n)-sensei." He said grabbing a small towel from the floor and mopping his neck.

He left for another room.

Just then you were groped again by your boyfriend's hands.

"Let's go, Toru." You said placing your hand on his chin and making him follow you, chasing your touch.

"We're here to talk about the increasing number of curses."

So about the same as always…

You didn't listen to what they were saying for the next hour.

You focused more on what Satoru was doing.

At one point his hand grabbed yours, and he put your whole hand on his cock underneath his pants.

"Can you rub me a little?" He asked softly.

Your boyfriend is an absolute pervert who is second to none.

And even though he's bigger than you, you make him moan like a bitch underneath you. The sounds of his whimpers and moans are music to you.

And if he didn't like it, he'd be against it.

However, he really likes to be called "good boy" and also calls you "mommy".

Even though you might think your body will be submissive to it, it's actually the other way around.

As soon as he sees your naked body, he lays underneath you so you can do whatever you want with him. No matter what complexes you might have, or be ashamed to undress, he will fix it. Because every time you undress, he starts to harden. And his flushed smiling face just begs you to make him a whining mess.

You didn't fuck him with a dildo or any toy. Not yet. You just touched it and rode it. And his post-orgasm sensitivity does it all. He will come and cry.

Fifteen minutes later he was clenching his fists on his chair under the table. He was moving his hips.

Your hand was squeezing his cock, driving him crazy. His pants held up his length mercilessly.

And when you heard Principal Yaga ending the meeting, you got up as the others started to leave. And behind you was Satoru, his throbbing erection in his pants.

He clung to your back to hide his bulge from the world.

Until finally your patience broke.

You took his hand to your office and locked the door. Also covering the windows from the intrusive eyes of people who may pass by the window.

You sat in your swivel chair, and taking off your shoes, you put one foot on the edge of the desk. Why Yaga would kill you if he notices.

Satoru walked over to the desk on the other side with a small smile.

His hand wanted to grab your calf so he could move on to rubbing your thighs later.

"No no no." you said, stopping him, sticking your hand forward.

Before he touched you, he had already withdrawn his hands and straightened up at your command.

"I have to punish the naughty boy." You said and pointed at him.

Your tone of voice made his face blush a little as he got more excited. A shiver ran down his spine, traveling to every part of his body.

"What do good boys say?” You asked as you sat up straight in your chair. Now you put your feet up and watched as his face changed slightly.

He licked his lips before he spoke.

"Mommy." He groaned, placing his hands on the desk. He leaned in slightly.

You pulled him forward with your hands, causing him to fall belly and chest onto the wood for a moment.

You kissed his lips and adjusted his blindfold for a moment.

You'll take it off later. Even today you will see how those beautiful eyes of the strongest sorcerer will become glassy.

Guide him and pin him to the ground floor. It's something only you've accomplished. Make him moan during your every intimate play. Which he always agrees to.

He is a very good boy for you. Neither you nor he expected him to like something like this. But well, he loved your spanking, your pinching of his sensitive parts. your handling of it. At the same time delicate and brutal. Your little orders give him a reason to love you even more.

The strongest sorcerer loves that you want him submissive.

Suddenly, he heard an order from you, which he always gladly followed.

"Satoru, undress."

He immediately got up and started undoing his pants. As he lowered his pants and underwear, you stopped him before he could do anything else. You didn't need him completely naked.

All you needed was his ass exposed and propped up for you.

However, you gave him one small relief. You let him take the panties off his hardened cock and free him from that grip.

You wouldn't let him take off his sorcerer's uniform.

He was standing in front of you with his cock up and his bare ass pointing to the door.

If someone walked in right now, the first thing they'd see is your boyfriend's buttocks. But luckily you closed the door. So no one comes in here.

You patted the desk wordlessly.

When he looked at you questioningly, you got up and walked over to him.

You grabbed his collar and pulled him down. Putting your lips against his ear.

"Lie on your stomach on the desk." you whispered.

He did so by placing his hands on the edge as he lay there with his feet on the floor.

His pants and boxers gathered at his feet.

His ass was sticking back, which made him feel uncomfortable if he wasn't a perv.

However, his ass has been exposed for your view many times before.

Like when you put a bunny tail belt and ears on him.

You placed your room-temperature-cool hand on his soft, muscular body.

Whenever you saw his buttocks you thought about why his ass looks skinny when he's wearing pants and when he's naked in front of you, his buttocks (even though it looks like a real man's and are muscular) they are even juicy. It's not a woman's butt and far from it. These are just muscled buttocks that you can grab. Even if his physique for narrow hips, and consequently - skinny buttocks.

However, the fact that he also did squats in school and now, you can see the slight softness of his body.

He shivered as he felt your cold hand on his warm skin.

"Your hands are cold, baby…" he murmured with a small smile.

"Naughty boys shouldn't complain during punishment. Especially since it's one of your favorite punishments." You laughed.

You stroked his pale skin.

You saw his dick dangling between his legs.

Looking at his ass again, you wondered how many spanks to give him.

10 for each attempt to seduce you.

Once during Yuji's training, and once in the gym when you massaged his penis through your pants.

That's 20 spanks.

"How many slaps on your ass would you like to get?" you muttered, curious to see what number he would give.

"…10?" He replied, thinking about it for a moment.

"You were supposed to get 20 as punishment for seducing me at work. And since you want 10, you'll get 30 in total. 15 spanks on each buttock."

He moaned softly as you settled behind him, and you lay down on his back, pressing your hips against his buttocks.

"You know what… I'm really thinking about fucking you with a dildo…" I laughed as you imagine how he moans when he comes with a toy up his ass and cries from overstimulation when he can't escape the pounding of your hips.

He never thought someone would fuck him in the ass.

But just knowing it would be you made his cock quiver.

"Do you agree to this? Will you ever let me do it? Will you be a good boy?"

"…mhm…"

You smiled.

"I can not hear."

"Yes, mommy." he groaned.

He really wanted it. Feel what's new. If you want it, it must be good for him too.

"Good boy. And now your punishment."

Your hand hit his one buttock with half the force.

He let out a muffled grunt.

You hit his other buttock.

And then again and again.

That's how his wish for 10 slaps from you passed. Only punishment left for him.

You slapped his red buttocks seeing his skin gleam slightly from the light in the room.

When you hit the twentieth time, he groaned.

His skin itched as your open hand slapped his body.

But you saw a drop of precum fall from the tip.

You giggled as you gave him a little break.

You grabbed the tip of his dick making him moan.

"You're thinking of waiting until we're home. Then I'll train you like you wanted." You said before slapping his red buttock one more time. "It's the 21st. There's still 9 left. I believe you can handle it. I know you'll survive it. If you didn't like it, your dick wouldn't leak every time I do it."

He moaned a little louder as you gave him two quick hits.

"Are you glad you got what you deserve?"

"Yeah…" he moaned blushing.

He wanted it. Because he needed you to show him that you only pay attention to him. He was jealous that it could be someone else.

That's why he decided with the greatest pleasure that you can do what you like with his body.

"Ah… Exactly. Good boy… Very good boy…" you moaned as his tongue was pushed into your pussy, rubbing against the spot you loved.

When you entered the house, the first thing he did was undress completely.

You then told him to kneel, and without further orders he began to undress you.

His cock was crying on the wooden floor beneath him. The tip was deep red for the time he stood at attention just to stuff you with cum.

He waited about two hours for this. But finally his longed-for moment came.

You undressed in front of him.

He leaned back slightly, letting you put your legs over his shoulders as you stood over him.

His head between your knees.

"Toru~ Will you eat me like it's your long-awaited dinner?" you asked humming.

It was the perfect order for him.

Without saying a word, he laid down on the floor between your ankles.

Removing his blindfold, he tossed the black fabric aside, staring at your glossy lips above him.

You knelt over him, and spreading your thighs further, lowered yourself enough to sit on his face, bringing your pussy straight to his mouth.

As your wet folds touched his lips, he automatically opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, allowing you to position yourself comfortably and accurately over him.

As his mouth attacked your pussy like a hungry animal, you dropped your hips completely, keeping your weight on your thighs. So as not to suffocate or crush him.

But for him, being smothered by your pussy in the face is the greatest death.

His tongue painted you with his saliva. His nose was pressed firmly into your clit. His big hands were placed on your thighs.

"Right there… Toru… Such a good boy…" you moaned, grinding your hips slightly against his mouth as his tongue swirled inside you.

Its length trembled at your praise.

Especially when your breathing quickened and you started to move your hips against his lips, feeling your orgasm coming.

He sucked your pussy with his mouth and you came, pouring your juices over his mouth.

Shivering slightly, you ended up on his face as he wouldn't let go of you.

His lips licking what spilled out of you.

With his tongue digging gently inside you, you got off your high and got up from his face.

Immediately, without any thought, sitting on his painfully hard, sensitive cock.

At the suddenness of pleasure tightening around him, he moaned loudly and threw his head back.

Your pussy was still clenched slightly from the orgasm.

And the sudden hot pressure down his length made it a little too much.

For the past two hours, his penis has been hard and quivering. Waiting for your attention. And when he finally got it, it was a bit too much for him.

Its tip was damn sensitive and it was tearing through your always clenched deeper parts. Making your walls slide on a dripping red tip. Making him moan about hiss with pleasure.

His hope for a calm start was dashed the moment you started bouncing up and down on him in smooth, up-and-down movements.. His whole shaft didn't stop once, and it flowed inside you smoothly. So that your walls tenderly stroke it and suck it in.

Your wetness ran down his lips and chin.

Drops of his saliva from his open mouth, combining with your excitement, landed on his neck, which was reddened. So are his cheeks and ears.

He put his hands on your lap but you didn't let him.

To distract his clenching fingers, he put his hands behind his head, holding his wrists.

You pulled him out for a moment and saw the relief on his face. You placed two fingers on its red pulsating tip and twirled your fingertips over the sensitive part. Causing him to moan briefly through clenched teeth.

You placed your index finger on his cleft and pulled away to see a drop of precum trailing behind your finger.

You sat on top of him, slowly digging into his cock before moving your hips quickly, bouncing slightly along his length. Not giving him a moment's respite from the overwhelming pleasure.

It wasn't long before his moans became very loud. Almost like screaming. His eyes were slightly glassy and his body covered in sweat, just like yours.

His face was red when his mouth was open and his eyes were squeezed shut.

His hips twitched and you pulled him out of you at the last second, gently massaging him as he shot hot semen onto his belly and chest.

When he was done, you put him back inside you, listening to him let out broken moans.

You watched with a small smile as he breathed heavily covered in his own fluids.

"Good boy…" you groaned, calming your breathing.

A small smile appeared on his face.

"I love you…Mommy…I want to be your good boy forever…"

"Don't worry. I only love you. Mommy's good boy~."

[calholic]

Hiii I just LOVE your writing sm omfgg ,hope your having a lovely day rn because rn I'm stuck in a fucking train station in Paris and it's like 92848482°c (help) sooo it gaves me an idea for a request 😇☝️

2007/2008 Tom x fem reader , in a train station like it could be a yn that missed her train and is desperately waiting for an another train then Bam , Tom is traveling with Bill, Gustav and Georg and he see her and just find her super hot and pretty u know , even tho YN is literally a mess idkkk just yeah I trust you ,do whatever you what , you don't even have to do this one if you don't feel like it 😭😭

Love u !!

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on a hot day in paris you meet a certain someone

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none 😇

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey girl sorry for the late reply but i hope you had a good time in paris 😘 ALSO FINALLY GOT THIS FIC OUTTTT hope you guys like it and hope you guys MISSED meeee kisses and hugs 😘

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you ran as fast as you could to the train doors, but they closed right as you made it. you were now stuck in the train station waiting 30 minutes for another one to show up. you took a seat on one of the benches in the station, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you processed what just happened. you leaned back on the bench and let out a sigh and closing your eyes. you were dehydrated, sweaty, sticky and frustrated all at the same time which made your situation even worse.

you sat, checking the clock every 3 seconds until finally a train showed up along with a group of boys. they all looked around your age and you couldn’t help but notice one of them was just your type. he was wearing the baggiest clothes you’ve ever seen and he had long, dark blonde locs. you brushed it aside since you had a train to catch and you were already late to where you were supposed to be. you took a seat near the door and the boys followed, taking the same train as you. they sat in the seats across from you and one of the boys, the one you doing attractive was staring right at you.

you were a sweaty mess so you got embarrassed about your current appearance since you didn’t look the best. you fixed your hair a bit and reapplied some lipstick, looking up at the boy who was now laughing at something his friend said. you thought he was laughing at you but you noticed he was blushing as well. he looked back over at you and you couldn’t help but blush too. his face was perfect and he looked like an angel, you noticed his lip piercing too which was totally hot. after a few minutes of awkward back and forth eye contact the train finally stopped at your destination. you were disappointed that you didn’t ask for his number or at least get his name.

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before you left though, you heard the boys friends laugh and footsteps behind you. “hey, do you mind if i get your number?” the voice asked. you turned around to see the boy, “oh, uhm sure,” you said trying to hide your giant smile that was forming. you reached for his phone and your hands touched which made your face red and hot. “here, i’m actually late to work so i guess i’ll see you around,” you said handing his phone back to him. “oh, sure,” he said before sitting back down, you were smiling from ear to ear as you walked out of the train.

you talked to your friend alyssa at work about what had just occured. “you will not believe what just happened on the train,” you said to her. “did you meet your prince charming?” she asked. “kind of…” you said. she immediately looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. “tell me more,” she said. “okay well i missed the train and sat around waiting for another one and then when the other one came a group of boys showed up and hopped on the same train as me,” you explained. “then, i saw this really cute boy and we made eye contact, but didn’t say anything until the train stopped. i was obviously disappointed but then he asked for my number, i had to leave though so we didn’t talk much,” you finished explaining, catching your breath.

“when is it my turn?” alyssa asked before you heard your phone ring. it was a text message from the train boy. “i think he just texted me,” you said. “let me see,” alyssa said, scooting closer to you. “hey i’m tom, the guy from the train earlier. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me sometime,” read the text message. you gasped as alyssa read it out loud. “say yes!” she said, pushing the phone towards you. “okok! this is so exciting,” you giggle before responding. “hey tom, i’m ______. is tonight good?” you replied. “you sound so formal,” alyssa said laughing while looking at your phone. “i’m nervous okay?!” you replied with a defensive but relaxed tone.

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once work had ended you and tom decided on going to your favorite restaurant near your apartment. you gave him a call to let him know that you would be waiting for him before you rushed to get ready. your heart was beating fast as you hopped in the shower, beginning to scrub your hair of all sweat and grease from the subway. you began to daydream about the date and would you would say to this complete stranger, making scenarios about how things could go, like what if i get food stuck in my teeth or what if he doesn’t like your personality. you got got carried away as you realized the time. “shit!” you exclaimed loudly before reaching for your towel and already putting your dress on before you were even dry.

you hurriedly curled your lashes and applied on mascara, making a mess all around your eye. you it up and added some finished touches before putting on some lipstick. looking at the mirror, you felt confident with the hard work and preparation for tonight. you took a deep sigh and smiled before searching for your phone which started ringing. it must’ve been tom telling you he was here since you heard a honk outside. you grabbed your phone and opened the, almost forgetting your purse. you looked up and there he was, waiting for you. he had walked out of his car and stood by the passenger seat just open the door for you.

not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly ran over to him with a big smile on your face. “good to see you again, tom,” you said as he opened the door. “my pleasure,” he replied with a slight flirt in his tone before quickly making it back to the drivers side. the drive was a bit silent at first but you decided to crack some conversation. “so, are you from here?” you asked. “well actually no. i’m just uh, visiting you could say,” he said a bit nervously. you were off put by that but decided to ignore it since you wanted to keep the spark going. the restaurant wasn’t far from your place so it didn’t take long for tom to find it. he quickly rushed out the car after he airier to open your door which you thought was super cute of him.

“you’re such a gentleman,” you said chuckling, looking in his eyes. “only the best for you pretty lady,” he replied before winking, which immediately gave you butterflies. your face got red and hot as you started blushing and you could tell he noticed too by the accomplished smirk on his face.

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you guys got sat quickly and got to talking, you bringing up what he does for a living first. “well i play guitar in a band,” he said. “that’s amazing! i’ve always wanted to learn. what’s your bands name?” you asked. “tokio hotel,” he replied quickly, somewhat avoiding the question. “you guys popular?” you asked. “i guess you could say that,” he dryly responded. you thought it was a little weird that he didn’t want to talk about it but ignored it anyway since you didn’t want to pry and make him uncomfortable.

the waiter came with the menu and everything looked amazing as you two browsed. “i think i’ll have the pasta, what about you?” you asked, looking up at the menu to him. “the steak looks amazing,” he said. “alright then,” said the waiter as he grabbed the menus. “so what about you, what do you do?” tom asked. “well it’s not as exciting as whatever you do. i work an office job,” you said awkwardly slightly embarrassed as you laughed it off. “there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said sweetly, smiling at you.

his kindness was warm, comforting in a way. you were used to being treated mediocrely in all your past relationships so this was something to get used to. “where do you work?” he asked. “i work at ______ company, the buildings actually right there,” you said, pointing to a nearby skyscraper. the waiter arrived shortly with your food and the pasta looked mouth watering along with tom’s steak. the two of you started digging and with the first bite you fell in love immediately. “this is amazing!” you exclaimed, mouth still full of noodles. tom chuckled, looking at you with pure adoration as the candlelight gleamed in his eyes. you felt embarrassed as you covered your mouth and apologized for the rude outburst.

“mind if i have a bite?” tom asked. “go ahead,” you said, now wiping the pasta sauce off your lips. you pushed the plate his way as he lifted his fork. his face lit up as he tried it, looking as if he had fallen in love with the taste. “it really is amazing, you have good taste,” he said. “thanks,” you said shyly, letting out a little giggle. after dinner was over, tom walked you to the car and as he did you noticed a mob of people outside along with bright camera flashes from what you guessed as paparazzi?

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“why would paparazzi be here?” you mumbled to tom over the loud screams and yells. “uh- i have no idea, that’s strange. maybe there’s a celebrity here,” he said. “TOM!! I LOVE YOU!!!” you heard a voice shout from the crowd. you thought it was strange they were shouting the name of you date and you looked over to tom. “are they cheering for you?” you asked confused. “it couldn’t be, probably just a guy with the same name,” he said. “I LOVE TOKIO HOTEL!!” shouted another voice. “hey isn’t that the name of your ban-” you were cut off with tom dragging you by the hand to his car before you could finish your sentence.

“hey what gives?!?” you asked as he placed you gently but hurriedly in the car. you had so many questions at this point it didn’t seem like they would be answered soon. tom quickly got into the drivers seat and started the car, speeding away. he was silent the ride back to your house and the awkwardness of the car ride made you uncomfortable. when he parked outside your place, the two of you sat in silence for a while. “look i-“ he stared before you cut him off. “what just happened? why were all those girls screaming your name and your bands name? and why were there paparazzi? why did you run away so fast? i have so many questions,” you said shaking a little. tom let out a sigh, “i might’ve lied a little bit about the popularity of my band,” he said nervously.

“go on,” you said. “and i may or may not be here for said bands tour,” he continued. you let out a big sigh as you leaned back and closed your eyes. “why though? i mean i don’t mind if you’re some huge celebrity, it just would’ve been nice to know,” you said. “i understand and i’m sorry but i just thought you would get turned off by that. i really like you after all and i didn’t want to scare you away,” he said with a worried expression on his face as he looked at you. “i really like you too tom, and it’d take more than that to scare me away,” you said opening your eyes and turning to face him, a big smile growing on your face. “is that so?” he said with a mischievous grin, looking down at your lips. “oh?” you questioned.

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before you could say anything, tom quickly pounced on you. you were caught by surprise as the two of you locked lips but you went along with it. his lips were warm but hands warmer as you felt them glide against your cheek, immediately giving you butterflies. he began moving down to your neck before you stopped him. “let’s move this upstairs yeah?” you asked. “ok but i can’t guarantee i can hold myself back that long,” he said. your face felt warm as your cheeks turned red. tom carried you all the way upstairs into your building and you quickly unlocked your door before shutting it just as fast.

he placed you gently onto your bed and picked up where he left off. that night was one of your best and before you knew it the two of you were asleep, arms tangled together. you woke up first from the mixture of sunlight and the sweet chirps of birds. you looked over to see tom, shirtless but you were too. sitting up, you noticed your clothes scattered all on the floor. you got up to pick them up before you felt comforting, warm hands reach for your waist, it was tom. “where are you going?” he asked with a soft whine but deep morning voice before pulling you into his arms. “relax i’m just cleaning the mess we made last night up,” you giggled as he tickled you with kisses. “nghm that can wait,” he softly whispered as you grasped onto your body tightly.

[connor6sex]

EPHEMERAL SMP (My writeup)

Hi, my IGN is Lunethh. I joined the server 20 minutes late, and wandered around until i found someone (Lulu175) who said there was a trial chamber near spawn. I decided to accompany them to the trial. On the way we ran into a Catbboymmilo, who had iron and gave us shields. Catboy also gave me a bone, and with it i was able to tame a single nearby Wolf. This wolf was to be named Archduke Franz Ferdinand. And if anything bad happened to him, i swore i would find a way to start a world war.

Before our journey to the trial chamber commenced, Lulu declared we must get a bed, because she would surely die and wanted to set her spawn. This was an excellent call from Lulu, who got the most deaths on the server with 42.

We wandered into a forest where we met DarubyPrincxx, who had gone mining and had iron for shears. They lent us shears so we could make a bed and head off to the Chamber.

And to the Trial Chamber we went. There was a little trouble getting to it due to the immense lag we had mining straight down. It took ten minutes to mine maybe 30 blocks down. But eventually we were in the Trial Chamber, with stone tools and no food.

And none of us were really experienced Trialers, I'd not actually played the latest version of the game at all, and Lulu only ever poked around Trial chambers in creative, but we managed. Managed to get the most deaths on the server.

Eventually we ran into someone else in the trials. Mothyboyo i think. And they had cleared a room and gotten a omen potion. (Or milo found the first omen bottle, not entirely clear, but regardless) The trials got harder. With the omen, but we did, eventually. With a lot of deaths, manage to get some ominous keys and start opening a vault. And on our second ominous vault, Milo dropped a heavy core.

This was the first of many maces we would acquire.

We all got to kill each other with the mace right away, getting the achievements in chat and we declared ourselves Mace Trio. I wanted to leave the trials right away to go start killing people at spawn with the mace, but Lulu and Milo insisted we get more maces. I said that us getting more maces was statistically unlikely.

However Milo said "LETS GO GAMBLING" and that's hard to argue with. So we cleared the next rooms, and eventually got another Mace. At that point i said, we should really go back to spawn now, but the response once more was LETS GO GAMBLING. And that's really hard to argue with.

We ended up leaving the trail chamber with not two, not three, but FIVE maces.

At one point i nearly had a diplomatic incident in chat, when i asked very politely, if i could abolish the monarchy that had been growing in strength while Mace Trio and I were below the ground.

The leader of the Monarchy, the Monarch themself, RGBmothman, promptly declared war on me Specifically. However, when i pointed out that i merely asked to abolish the monarchy, and didn't threaten it at all beyond asking. A ceasefire was declared, and i asked if we were about to kiss. They did not Reply to me about if we were in fact about to kiss. But I digress.

Eventually we did surface, maces in hand and ready to kill. But before i went on a killing spree, we gathered candles in the Trial Chamber that we wanted to bring to the Vigil. It wasn't enough candles to offset the combined deaths we all had in the trials. But it seemed like a nice thing to do.

We spent some time at spawn, and noticed The Emerald Throne, which had been there since i logged on. The throne was made of dirt. Not emerald, so with Trial Chamber loot, Lulu fixed this.

On the way to the Vigil, we witnessed a wafflehouse massacre, and I ended up getting murdered on the steps of the Wafflehouse. I believe it was either Engibot or Kafrisuru, who killed a lot of people. The only thing i recovered from my death was my Mace. Thankfully. I really don't know how that worked out, it had fallen into the river, and i guess they didn't spend too long looting my corpse. But i did have good stuff on me. like 1/2 diamond and 2 god apples.

Anyhow. With one more death, we made our way to the vigil to give them some candles. On our way there, we were stopped by the Monarchy's soldiers. They were looking for someone who stole something or something. idk, i was a little wary of them because they had previously declared war on me.

We didn't end up having any trouble with them, but that would not be our last encounter with the Monarchy (i don't like monarchs out of principle)

Heading back to spawn, we searched for the rumoured Sex House. When i had asked Willow what it was, i was told that it was a house at spawn with all the player beds. And someone just put a sign there. And i wanted to see it for myself.

With a bed of my own, and a hefty shaft in my hand, i found nothing at spawn. But i did see the monarch nearish. I figured a ruler would know of the comings and goings of the world, and asked if they knew of the Sex House.

They did not know where it was, but as we fell into discussion, i said "its not about finding a sex house, but building a sex home" and the monarch and I discovered the true meaning of Sexmas. As well as found out that we were in fact, about to kiss.

But we had to split ways with our insight shared, I had to start construction of a new Sex House. A house for all of us, a house for Sex.

Just off the coast of spawn, right where the stone beach turns to grass sat a small roof held up by fenceposts with a single wall. It wasn't much, but it was the start of the SexHouse that i know and (made) love.

Now that i had two of my primal needs satisfied, (Shelter & Companionship), i needed to sate my thirst for blood. I had a mace, and i had windcharges, i wanted murder almost as much as i wanted sexhouse.

Most of my time left on the server was spent trying to kill people. I think i killed a lot of people. I killed God even. I asked them if they wanted to be killed by my Mace. And they said yes, and switched to survival.

The rest of the time went peacefully and bloodily, at one point there was a dirt mansion massacre, where the dirt baron brought me and lulu to the highest point of the manor, and stood directly below it, with a small crowd of other people who wanted to be killed by the mace. It was a smashing time.

And best of all, nothing bad ever happened to my dog. Nothing bad has ever, or will ever happen to my dog.

[leviraaaaaa]

Birthdays? (Levi x reader)

Cw: small mentions of negligent parent and sibling's death.

Note: Omg, reader is almost disgustingly optimistic here I'm almost cringing 😭. I found this as an old WIP and I'm too tired to even edit it lol. So it's kind of ew.

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"Birthday?" Levi stared at you sceptically, unsure where the curiosity came from.

"Yes, sir. Birthday."

When Levi had stared at you silently, you looked up. Actually horrified. "Wait, no way. Tell me you know what birthdays are–"

"Of course I know—what the hell do you think of me?" He huffed defensively, scowling at you in annoyance.

"Yeah well, just in case you don't, it's the day when you're born."

"Shut up," he groans. "What do you actually want?"

"What? I'm just curious." You leaned back on your chair, raising an eyebrow at his accusation.

"Why would you want to know that? Why would you even care?"

"I don't know. I just do. Go on, tell me."

"No." He replies flatly. "You tell me what's actually your intent. You're always up to some shit. I don't trust you, this has to be a trick of yours of some sort."

"Ouch?" You gasp in mock offense.

Levi stared at you, searching your face. Then he sighed. Caving. "...I'm not sure"

You were surprised. You didn't expect that answer. "Like...at all? You don't remember at all? What did you put in the forms when you joined the military?"

He hesitated, thinking about it. "....I remember. Sort of. Just..not sure." He shrugged. "I remember my mom doing something special for me on a certain day every year but it was so long ago I can't pinpoint which day it was."

"Pick a guess, go on." You leaned forward excitedly, eyes shining.

He scoffed at your eagerness, but then shifted his eyes downcast. And he was deep in thought, in a time long gone. "I mean.." He spoke in a low voice, his tone unsure. "If I had to guess, I'd say late December. The weather would be cold. And...a lot more people would come down here from the surface to for...entertainment because of new year holiday."

You remembered that his mom was a prostitute. You waited a few seconds, closely observing his face for any hint of uneasy or that he was uncomfortable before continuing again.

"So...like 30-31 December?"

"Nah." He shook his head. "A little earlier perhaps. Like around 25th I think. At least that's what I submitted in the papers."

You thought about it for a few seconds, eyes on him as he stared of to somewhere distant.

"So.." You said. "You've... never celebrated your birthday since..right?"

"Are you joking?" He huffed frustratedly, almost affronted that you even thought of it. "Look at my life, this seems celebratory to you? I try not to die everyday."

"Yes but...that's no reason not to celebrate a birthday." You spoke slowly, shrugging.

Levi shook his head. He couldn't even believe you thought he would celebrate such a... thing like a birthday. As if there wasn't enough shit in his life.

"What am I? 11? It's just a day. It's nothing special. The sun rises in the east, sets at the west. There are 24 hours and the clock ticks just regularly. Why should it be any different?"

"But.." You seemed almost surprised about how he viewed it. "That's not true. Birthdays are special."

He raises an eyebrow, unamused.

"Well, I mean," You add almost defensively, but also in an attempt to make him understand." It means that..many many years ago, a life was created right? In this very day, a heart started to beat and a pair of lungs took their first breath. A whole damn human being... how is that..how is that not special, captain?" You say, resting your head on your folded arms above his desk, staring at him.

He frowned at you, as if he can't quite understand why you're so insistent to convince him. Also slightly confused to hear the way you thought about it. "...you romanticize everything."

"That's because the world is a beautiful place."

"Not for people like us. For you perhaps."

"No, sir. You just need to know how to see." You grinned, rising from the chair. You walked to the window that was behind his chair, leaning over the edge as fresh air caressed your face gently. "Have you ever seen the sunset? And the sunrise? That smell when the first rain hits the ground, soaking up earth? The soft little sounds, and maybe if you're lucky a rainbow too? When stars glitter all over the sky and it's a full moon night? You see it everyday, and yet it's everyday you're left just as mesmerized than the day before."

"I don't like it when you're being philosophical"

You sighed. "Look..I'm not saying it's not cruel." You turned your head so you can look at him. His head was turned, eyes on his paperwork. "But..that's the price to pay. Being alive is a wonderful thing, sir. Being born, even more so. You may think your existence is a small thing comparatively, but that's so wrong, captain. Because just think for a second, what would the world do without you? What would've happened to humanity?"

"There would've been someone else to replace me." He replied nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at you.

"No, captain." You say softly. "Everyone has a reason. No one comes here without one. Being born.. that's a gift. That's a chance to live, love and laugh. And birthday's are a way to remind that to yourself when life becomes unkind. That many years ago, your mother held you in this very same day for the first time." You paused when you saw his shoulders tense, considering if you should say the next words. You hesitated. Would it be okay for you? Would that be crossing a line? Then after several seconds of silence, you parted your mouth, the next words soft but firm. "And I don't know how I know, captain." You sigh. "But believe me, and I assure you, you were the best thing that happened to her."

Somewhere in the room a clock ticked away, your heartbeat beating along with it. And with every second of silence, it got harder to breathe.

Have you crossed the line?

"..you've put a lot of thought into this." He finally responded. The same bored, monotonous tone, not a single hint that your words had affected him in any way.

You exhale in relief. "Not really." You said, shaking your head. "It's my little brothers birthday today. A reminder that he existed once."

Levi shifted this time, just the barest turn of his head towards you.

"...I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. I'm not." You tell him, waving him away. "Perhaps it's better this way, the world wouldn't have been any kinder to him had he survived."

You stared at your feet. It had been years since you've watched your family die in Shiganshina. The pain was less now, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You swallowed.

"...so," Levi asked suddenly. "When's your birthday?"

You were surprised, completely caught off guard by the sudden question. He's the last person you thought would ask such a question. "Mine?" You thought. Then smiled. "I don't know." A nervous laugh.

"...you're joking." He turned to fully look at you this time, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah no." You say sheepishly. "I just randomly selected a date when I had to fill out the papers. I have no idea what my actual birthday is. I don't even know my age."

"How do you not know?" He says in disbelief. He didn't expect to hear this.

You shrugged, flexing your arms absent mindedly. "My mom wasn't ever really sober for me to ask such casual things. And I was too busy trying to keep us alive to care."

Levi observed you quietly. There was a strange sort of shadow in your eyes. Not quite sadness..it was more melancholic really.

"So all that shit, and you don't even know it yourself?"

"That's fine, captain. It's everyday I wake up and am grateful because I was born." You leaned back from the window, turning to look at him, your eyes gleamed in the sunlight.

"...I will honestly never understand where you get that energy from." Levi shakes his head, almost mortified hearing your answer. He never understood how someone could be this unbelievably hopeful.

I grin. "Look outside, captain. It's a beautiful day to be alive. Live it."

-

Levi hadn't thought much of the conversation. He had almost forgotten it. Until it was the 25th of December and he found a package of his favorite tea placed on his desk.

A note was scribbled on a post-it on top of it.

'Thank you for existing. I hope you smile a little today, captain.'

He did. Just a little.

He stood stiffly, staring at it, eyes going over the short lines and the small words over and over, memorizing every little curve. He almost snorted when he saw the little balloon you drew in a corner.

Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

Perhaps the world was indeed, as beautiful as you had said.

How could it be not when you existed in the same world, right beside him?

[kanmom51]

JK live 5 June 2023 7:03 am KST

Cr./ The creators of the media used in this post.

First thing first - we address the elephant in the room. JK cut his hair!

It's only a trim. Keep telling yourself that. Only a trim.

Breath in, breath out...

But I'm telling you, if he shows up soon with another "just a trim" I'm going to literally lose it. 😭😭

Now after we addressed that are we ok to move on? K?

This my peeps is a close to 2 hour live. I ain't gonna and can't talk about every single thing this man talked about. Not when JK was in such a chatty mood. Nope. No can do. In any case you should be running to watch this, cause the man is friggin adorable, and no matter how many times I say it or describe it, which I definitely will, it's no comparison to seeing him yourself.

JK is happy.

This is the second live we can see that figurative jump in his step.

The man is super chatty, sharing stuff that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't supposed to share (or another theory is that he's done this so his bf doesn't have to talk about that certain thing he promised us he will talk about in his next live...). He's also being an utter brat, and I am loving every single moment of it.

Figures.

I'm putting this here now.

Why, you ask?

Because you remember those Feb 2023 lives? You know, the ones where we felt something was off? When I said it looks like he was struggling, he's off quilter for lack of structure and support?

Well my friends, it looks like our JK is back. With his more or less set schedule. With his Jiminie by his side to be his anchor and his catalyst all in one.

Did I tell you yet how much I love this man?

shhhh, JK wants to set up a movie date with us. Don't tell the company about it though...

The whole conversation is happening but it's literally him just thinking out loud, hilarious.

JK brain power. That man is something so so special. The time and effort it took him to try to figure out what time he will be eating lunch when his dermatologist appointment is at 11 am and he has a workout straight after that. He's hilarious.

It was 1:30 pm. That's what his final result, btw, lol.

Mingyu and the Super dance challenge

I had a whole thing written in my vanishing post about Mingyu and how JK said he'd called him but that he's not serious. Speculating if this will ever come to pass.

Well, looks like JK decided to take things into his own hands now, didn't he?

JK caught him by surprise, so much so that Mingyu did the challenge in his socks. My guess is that JK is telling us all, including the higher ups, that doing this, dance challenges, is going to be on his terms. When he wants. Where he wants. With whoever he wants.

JK being JK

I love how JK tells it how it is.

He reads through the comments, says army is cute and will never change. interacts with comments. Answers questions. But he also isn't afraid to call bull, lol.

For example, loved his reaction to the comment "I'm not going to breath until you read this".

Being savage without being savage, lol.

The rainy day fight

D'ya think I wouldn't talk about this one? No way, no where, no how.

Do we ignore the fact that JK literally scrolled back when seeing the comment?

Nope. I don't think so.

JK saw the comment just run by, and he scrolled back cause he wanted to see it properly, and once he read it, well, of course, answer it. Idk what caught his attention there. Was it the account name? I saw talk and an actual clip showing that from the name it was a clear Jikook account. But then again, saw somewhere else mention that might not be true. This is one I'm not 100% sure about, so will leave it open with a question mark.

Anyway, that smile when reading the comment.

That last one was him reading the comment, not him commenting on if JM is or isn't doing a live.

But in saying that, JK with that smirk,

knew that JM ain't gonna be telling no rainy day story, so he might as well, lol.

The difference between JK describing it and JM, lol.

JM's short version:

JK's is a more lengthy one, although at the end of the day, if you pay attention, you realise that JK didn't tell us what they actually fought about, or more so, what was it that he said to JM to have JM tell him he's on his own from there on...

So, let's talk a bit about the fight, why don't we?

First thing first, JK puts a timeline on the fight, it being during their trainee days. That gives us a clearer time stamp, which would be anywhere between mid 2012 to a day before debut, which is 13 June 2013.

Now, you may ask why is it that JM was so off with the dates? And more so, why didn't JK correct him?

To the first question I say that this fight was way more impactful for JK than it was for JM. JK was the one who wrote a song referencing it. JK is the one that brought it up to start with during Festa 2020, and it took JM a few seconds to register and remember it. He was kind of caught off guard and could have just messed up the on the spot math, or he could have forgotten exactly when it took place.

To the second question I say that possibly JK didn't want to correct JM in front of the cameras, that the timing was less important for him to talk about and more so the fight and the making up. Or, he didn't want to correct him to stop the flow of JM's story telling, or just didn't want to correct him in front of the others, or he did the math wrong too, lol.

Now that we have cleared up the timeline, pre-debut days, let's talk about the fact that the other members clearly did not know about this fight, including Hobi.

This was a fight that happened between the two. Something that had a profound impact on JK. So much so he referenced it in a song. So much so he brought it up to apologise for it once again in during the Festa dinner.

But as impactful as it was for JK, I feel like it didn't have the same affect on JM. Not that it wasn't memorable, because it was, we saw it was, but it wasn't life changing for him as it was for JK. Yes, I think it was life changing for JK.

So, what are my thoughts about why this fight was so etched in JK's mind, so carved into his consciousness, so much so he literally wrote a song about it (that is a hill I am willing to die on) and brought it up in Festa 2020, years later, with so much water under the bridge since then?

All while I don't think it meant the same to JM? Yes he remembered it. Yes it was emotional for him. But it wasn't as impactful as it was for JK.

I am willing to go as far as to state that I feel that this fight was teenager JK's eureka moment as to how important JM was to him. And please do not get me wrong, this is not about JK crushing on JM or realising he is attracted to him. Not then. Not yet. This is way back in 2012-13. But this is about JK realizing that he needs JM. That he wants him by his side, he wants him close as a close friend, as someone to look up to, someone to help guide him, someone to care for him, someone to look out for him, someone who can understand him.

Do we remember this?

Because of Still with you, because JK brought this up 7 years after it happened, because of JK's facial expressions while talking about it, this was a truly meaningful moment for him, in my opinion perhaps the moment where their friendship shifted for JK or more so solidified.

You know what they say? When you think you lost someone is also when you understand just how important they are to you. It takes losing them for you to realise just how important they were to you.

As for JM, well he always had a soft spot for JK. His behaviour through this also shows us that. He didn't scold JK in front of the others, respected him enough to take him aside and try to talk to him. Although he walked out, he answered JK's phone call and straight away went into carer mode. He forgave him pretty much immediately and was almost as emotional as JK was (crying hugging). So yes, it was a fight to remember (he does once JK reminds him of it) but it wasn't as impactful on JM as it was on JK because maybe for him it didn't change the way he felt about JK, while for JK it was, as I mentioned, a moment of clarity, of understanding.

Lee Mujin's Limousine Service April Fool's day - the JM episode.

Well, the episode shows up on JK's YT. Surprise surprise? Not really, lol.

JK's initial statement is that he should watch that...not that he hasn't seen it yet. And why the distinction you may ask? Well, because his behaviour during this was a little puzzling. On the one hand he does things like FF the episode and avoids Lee Mujin calling JM oppa, and you can't think that this was unconsciously done. Or he imitates JM down to the nose touch and it feels like this was not the first time he's seeing this. All while on the other hand his reactions at the start of the episode seem to be of someone watching the episode for the very first time.

Is it possible that JK's oh so accurate imitations stem from him knowing JM oh so well? Down to the nose touch? Of course it is. I mean those two are fully in tune. We've seen so many moments where it's like this is the same person, same brain. So, definitley a possiblity.

Either way, the look on his face and his reactions never lie when it comes to JM.

JK sings Like crazy with JM.

First time he does this. Watch Like crazy with us and join in on the singing. And it's so beautiful.

Do we talk about it? Why it's taken him so long to do this?

Well, obviously I can't know for sure, but I do think that this one is an emotional one for JK.

This song is about JM's struggles during the pandemic. He told us so. Struggles that JK clearly witnessed. Struggles that JK clearly experienced with him. Struggles that JK probably also tried to help him cope with. Obviously this was not an easy time, and if this song was a type of release for JM, for JK it might be reliving something that is still weighing on him. A reminder of helplessness. Of not being able to help JM through. A reminder of the coping mechanisms. A reminder of not being enough.

But that isn't to say JK doesn't love the song. You can see how it does make him emotional, closing his eyes as he sings "you and I" and in several other moments during the song, including towards the end.

And maybe he wasn't ready to show us that just yet in his previous lives.

He was now.

And again, showing us he does like the song, he hums Like crazy again later on in the live.

JK is JM's happy place. That is part of his love language. He makes JM laugh, and many times it's by being his bratty cheeky self.

JK makes JM laugh. In JM's own words, he's his happy virus.

This part is funny and cute and JK just being JK by imitating JM.

And this time it's all about having fun, but JK as a whole mimics JM, not only for fun, but also as a compass, a guide as to how to behave or react. We saw him do it a lot in the younger years. JK wasn't joking when he told JM he's watching him, lol. We certainly do have the receipts for that one.

He has been doing this since forever. So very neuro divergent of him.

@jikookotters said to me after this live that JM should release a book - "My life with a brat".

and

Well, it has bestseller written all over it, guaranteed.

LMAO.

All fun aside, I'd say it's a small price to pay. You know, having a bratty bf that brings a smile to your face in the process. Same man that looks at you like this:

For the whole world to see.

Literally the whole world, having millions of people just sitting there watching him watch JM and melt.

Songs JK listened to and sang for us:

Traffic light - Lee Mujin

Wasurenai TANAKA

Jay Park yesterday (Omg, the lyrics...)

Your love's the sweetest sound Around you, my heart just pounds Your touch, I'll write it down So high, I can't come down Was hopeless, took notice Baby, like a siren, mm, and you gave me faith, oh You're the answer, all my problems solved Life with you is so beautiful, I won't trade it away I was lost but found my purpose now I'm glad you're keepin' me around, I won't trade it away Whether I'm up or down or I wear no crown Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Whether I'm rich or poor, just call me yours Love me the samе way, the same way you did as yestеrday Oh-oh, oh-oh Did as yesterday Your smile is all I need Without you, these lungs can't breathe I'd fall from the sky for you Wanna do better and thrive for you Was hopeless, took notice Baby, like a siren, oh-oh, and you gave me faith You're the answer, all my problems solved Life with you is so beautiful, I won't trade it away I was lost but found my purpose now I'm glad you're keepin' me around, and I won't trade it away Whether I'm up or down or I wear no crown Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Whether I'm rich or poor, just call me yours Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh

I know he's a problematic person, but that song, I definitley get why JK likes it.

I have seen many are worried this is a precursor for him having a collab with Jay Park (we did see JK in his studio last year), and that very well may be. We will just have to wait and see about that.

JK also watched "JK vocals I liked", well tried watching and gave up in the middle because The best of me on replay was just too much for him.

And his G-Dragon imitations, lol.

This was in no way him dissing G-Dragon. This was him being a fan of the man, something he has also shared with us in the past.

OK, Is it time to address the other elephant in the room?

JK's unwillingness to sing a BTS song...lol.

Maybe better not🤣🤣

JK's goodbye to us.

Questions to ask ourselves after watching the live:

Is someone going to explain to JK why the comments are disappearing?

What is JK working on his English super hard for? He makes a point of telling us multiple times during the live that he's working on it hard... I doubt it's only for his TikTok narration for Take two...there is more coming from JK. Question is what and when? Hopefully soon.

So why did JK want us to know about the book he's going to be reading? JK made a point at the start of the live to grab the book and place it on the table in front of him, later to show us the book and tell us he bought it and will read it. Why did JK want us to know about Michelle Zauner or her book? Collab? This is a bit of a stretch, well ok, a huge stretch, but could it be because Michelle Zauner, an openly bisexual woman, married her bandmate Peter Bradley back in 2014? So many questions...

How many times does JK have to mention JM while talking about the rainy day fight?

What was up with JK's glasses? He clearly told us that he needs them. And he was also about to get up go get them, but then stopped and said he's too lazy. But was that it? Really? Or did he just remember/realise that he forgot his glasses at that very place he came from shortly prior to the live? You know, the same place he came from arriving at Brunnen and placing his jacket (is that a motorcycle riders jacket?) on the sofa. Same Jacket he moved aside so maybe we don't notice it too much.

JK getting the book and moving the jacket:

Will we be seeing JK at one of Yoongi's Seoul concerts? Did Yoongi see the live, hear JK's request for a formal invitation up on stage? Lol. JK did say that if Yoongi asks him up, he'll do it... Oh, and do we buy concert tickets for the streaming with those prices???

What's up with JK's YT algorithm?

Do I bring this up again?

Yeah, I guess that explains the algorithm with all the cooking and JM going on there...

Kookie, your obsessions are showing...

What was it with the guitar JK left out to tell us that he's not practicing at all although he should be? At first I thought it might have something to do with JM's acoustic performance, Letter with the guitar, you know, being the JM spoiler king and all.

But now that Take two is out, I can't help but consider perhaps this time it wasn't about JM but more about Take two... the opening guitar. Although (yes, this is me flip flopping here) the opening guitar in Take two is an electric guitar... So yeah, no idea.

Do his neighbours, by this point, have Hybe on speed dial? I mean, I'd love to have JK as a neighbour, I really would? Nah, I lie. I love JK, you know I do, but my god, the noise that man makes, I would be hospitalized by now for sleep deprivation. And the creepy creeps that are out and about looking for him? Nah. Love him, but would rather not be his neighbour, lol.

And last but not least what so ever - why the heck is this man so utterly adorable? This man that on stage is a lean mean killing machine (well, most of the time). How can that be the same person? HOW?

Once again JK has come to us, in his time and on his terms. And once again he's shown us in few words and many actions just how much he loves and appreciates army, and how much he loves JM. He does what he does, says what he says, within the limitations, showing us all his love and support for JM.

He's so friggin loud even those that are unwilling to see are having difficulty ignoring it.

So, are we taking bets on when we're going to be getting him live next? And will we finally be getting a JK Letter sing along? Now that we have an official Letter (Dear.Army) release on YT that is. Now, wouldn't that be an interesting one?

[acaplaya-musings]

VoicePlay Stand By Me - thoughts/commentary

You really can never quite tell what kind of video you're gonna get when Voiceplay uploads something new; sometimes it's a warm hug in musical form, and this is one of those times! <3

I gotta start by giving some appreciation to how Geoff looks absolutely lovely in this one! The necklace is on full display, as is the silver-white in his hair which is *chefs kiss*, and I definitely love the blue floral shirt! (10/10 would wear it myself). Honestly it reminds me a little of the shirt he wore in Whiskey In The Jar, which is kinda funny because that was 2023's November upload, and this is 2024's November upload!

But like also everyone is definitely styling in this video. Cesar with the subtle eyeliner (we stan), Layne with that cool white shirt (genuinely he looks great in it), Eli with the leather jacket, and Mykal with that denim jacket and purple shirt that's unbuttoned about as much as Geoff usually has his! 😄

Okay, main visual thoughts out the way, time for musical thoughts!

Geoff absolutely delivered with the bassline, just as I knew he would 💜

I'm not the greatest at remembering most of the actual music arrangement after my first watch-through of a VoicePlay video, though perhaps it's harder when I already know the original song and thus my brain is still attached to what I already know. But basically the first watch is just for the vibes, lol. And so a lot of these thoughts are from after an additional watch-through!

As I said when I talked about Be Prepared, Mykal was a founding member of 4 The Love, which then became 4:2:Five, which then became VoicePlay. He only stuck around for a few years I think, and then went to go pursue a stage/theatre career iirc, but while he was part of the group, he was "Tenor 1", i.e. could literally sing higher than Earl (Earl became Tenor 1 after Mykal left, and they brought in a guy called James May as Tenor 2).

I'm atheist, but damn, I'm pretty sure Mykal took us to church with this one! Well done my guy!

Actually I'm not quite done with all my visual thoughts - I just realized that when Cesar sings the repeated "stand by me" bit at the end of the first verse (after the "no I won't be afraid" bit), he looks down at Mykal and Eli and then up/back at Geoff and Layne and smiles at all of them awwwwww

I see VoicePlay decided to do a repeat of Lion Sleeps Tonight in that we got a truly lovely section of Layne on lead vocals, followed immediately by Geoff on lead vocals in a 1-2-whammy! (I swear they do it deliberately, lol 😅)

"I won't cry, I won't cry. No I won't shed a tear..." Well I might!! (I didn't, but this part definitely had me a little bit 🥺, y'know? (but in a nice way of course!)

Not sure what sort of technique (if any?) Geoff was using for the end of his "stand by meeeeeee" line, whether it was a growl or soft subharmonic or just 'regular' chest voice, but it sounded really nice!

Honestly Stand By Me isn't a super long song - like when I've sung it to myself on random occasions, I've thought that maybe there's a verse or something that I've forgotten, but no, it really is that short and simple (not that that's an inherently bad thing, mind you).

Actually the VoicePlay version is longer than the original audio track by roughly 30 seconds, not counting the credits at the end (just going off how long the Patreon early access video is). And of course they found many cool and interesting ways to make the song their own! E.g. I liked the "ad-libs" that Mykal was doing at the end (like "you don't have to do it alone"), and I also liked the build from no percussion, to very subtle/quiet percussion, to more of a powerful beat as the song reached its climax.

So this is a Layne arrangement! Honestly was not sure - I know he arranged Be Prepared, so I guess it kinda makes sense that he did this one as well so they were both ready to go at around the same time? I still wouldn't have picked it (and genuinely wasn't sure until I got to see the YouTube video description) but very well done!

So yeah, lovely sweet song, lovely harmonies, and by the time you're reading this post, this cover will already be on my Voiceplay/Geoff Spotify playlist, undoubtedly! And now we just wait to see what December will bring! (Or late November for us Patrons, I guess). Until next time!

[nikibogwater]

Niki Blethers: Echoes of Wisdom gameplay (spoiler free)

I've only been posting about EoW's story/characters/aesthetic so far. I think it's time to gush about the gameplay itself for a while. Honestly, I would've done this sooner, but I've had the hardest time finding the words to describe just how GOOD this game feels when you're playing it. Like the title says, there's no spoilers in here, just discussion of raw gameplay, but I've gone ahead and put most of it under the cut to avoid clogging everyone's dashes.

First thing I noticed right off the bat is the movement and controls. I don't know what voodoo witchcraft the devs used to make this, but just moving around in the world feels so silky smooth. Which is excellent, because it turns out a surprising chunk of the gameplay involves rudimentary platforming.

You can jump in this game. Just, right off the bat, no items required, that's a thing you can do. And it's not like Link's little hops in Breath of the Wild either. These are proper jumps.

Outside of combat (which I'll get to in a minute), you mainly use the Echoes to explore. Building bridges, getting up on high ledges--stuff like that. There's no weird collision or confusing perspective that makes placing Echoes difficult. When you move, you move in the way you actually WANT to, and when you interact with an object, it goes the way you'd expect. I know this shouldn't surprise me--this is Nintendo after all--but janky platforming is one of my pet peeves when it comes to gaming, so I deeply appreciate how polished EoW's is.

EoW draws a lot of inspiration from Breath of the Wild when it comes to puzzle-solving. Once again, there are multiple different solutions to any given challenge, and progress isn't locked behind acquiring specific pieces of equipment. But unlike BotW, EoW doesn't give you all the puzzle-solving mechanics you will ever need at the start of the game. Instead, it merely provides you with the means to acquire those abilities for yourself.

Once you've made it through the tutorial section, you will only have a handful of basic object Echoes, plus a couple of weak monsters to help you fight. At this point, the world opens up for you, and you can go just about anywhere you want (though the story can only be progressed by completing Main Quest objectives, which are a bit more linear than they were in BotW). There's a real incentive to explore Hyrule here, because discovering new objects and creatures is the only way to expand your arsenal of Echoes.

Case in point, I've mostly just been focusing on the main quest storyline, and haven't spent as much time exploring all the different areas. As a result, I ended up finding myself encountering a puzzle in the main quest that I wasn't able to solve with my current collection of Echoes. I had to leave and go find new ones. If that sounds like a tedious backtracking nightmare to you, don't worry. This game is very generous with Waypoints that you can warp to at any time and from anywhere. Getting back to where I was after I'd found the Echo I needed took roughly 30 seconds.

Now, while I love the Echoes as a gameplay mechanic, they are also the source of my one and only complaint with this game: namely, the inventory system. Throughout the game, you will inevitably collect dozens, if not more than a hundred individual Echoes to choose from, and finding the specific one you want quickly becomes a chore after a few hours of gameplay. I've said this in another post, but Nintendo really needs to figure out a way to give us a customizable quick-select function--some way to equip just a handful of Echoes to a scroll wheel so that you don't have to bring up the pause menu to avoid cycling through your entire collection of Echoes. Coincidentally, this was also my biggest complaint for Tears of the Kingdom. I guess someone over at Nintendo just really enjoys scrolling through long lists of items. Anyways, it's not a huge issue, it's just one of those annoying things that feels like it should've been ironed out at some point during beta testing.

While EoW feels very comfortably Zelda-ish in all other aspects, the combat is radically different from what series fans are used to. I think that more than anything is going to be what makes or breaks this game for people.

Outside of Swordfighter Mode (which I will also get to in a minute), Zelda cannot do any direct damage to enemies by herself. If a monster gets close enough to hit you, you don't have any immediate defense or counter-attacks. This means that every encounter with an enemy has to be approached from a small distance. You have to think about how you're going to defeat enemies before you actually fight them, otherwise you will get overwhelmed.

While you are given plenty of objects to hurl at your foes, a lot of the combat will be fought by your own monster Echoes. There's a large variety of creatures to collect Echoes of, and they all have different abilities and fighting styles, which means certain monsters will fare better against one kind than another. But the game doesn't tell you about any of those advantageous monster match-ups. You have to figure those out for yourself.

Creature Echoes can be directed to attack anything you're currently Z-targeting, or they can be let loose to attack according to the whims of their AI. Echoes can also be directly moved around with the Bind ability, which is handy for repositioning any monsters who might've gotten stuck on some terrain or what have you.

You have a limited amount of energy to spend on Echoes, which means you can only have so many out at once. That energy is immediately replenished once an Echo is defeated or recalled, which allows for some pretty hectic swapping strategies that are a lot of fun to pull off. Individual Echoes have their own energy costs, based on how strong they are. So you can't just sic 3 copies of the same mini-boss on every Moblin who is unfortunate enough to cross you.

The best way I can sum it up is that the combat is like a turn-based strategy game set in real time. And as someone who has played an ungodly number of hours of Fire Emblem, I really enjoy it. I downright revel in strategically summoning minions to fight for me (my favorite attack is spawning in a bunch of crows like a malevolent little witch). However, if you're someone who prefers the more direct style of fighting from past Zelda games, this might end up being a deal-breaker for you.

Swordfighter Form is your other major weapon in combat. For a limited amount of time, Zelda can assume Link's abilities and weapons, allowing her to attack enemies directly and do a lot of damage in a short amount of time. But since this ability has limited duration, and the energy guage has to be manually refilled by collecting a specific item, it cannot be your go-to default way of handling every fight. Swordfighter Form can be upgraded as you progress through the game, allowing you to extend its duration and increase its moveset and damage output. But it's always going to be something that you use sparingly, mostly just to get yourself out of overwhelming combat scenarios.

So yeah, I think that just about covers the major gameplay mechanics. In conclusion, Echoes of Wisdom is not only its super cute aesthetic, banger soundtrack, and engaging story. Ignoring all of the more superficial stuff, at its core, this is a really good game, that feels really good to experience. If you've enjoyed any of the past 2D Zelda titles, or even just want to see what all the fuss is about, I genuinely cannot recommend this game enough. Regardless of its differences in presentation, Echoes of Wisdom was made with the same level of care and craftsmanship as any of the other entries in the Zelda series, and I've adored every moment of it so far.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

This is a little something (she says and then writes nearly a thousand words) about Kawi and intimacy and his behaviour towards Pisaeng's affections in Be My Favourite ep 9. I've been thinking about it all week but wasn't sure if I wanted to use my precious free-time to make a post. However, on the cusp of the new ep, I realise I do want to get these thoughts out.

I realised from reading other people's perspectives of the ep that my initial assessment of how Kawi was behaving was perhaps clouded by the 'old lenses' that I was subconsciously watching the show through. For context, I wasn't sure that I liked that Kawi kept pushing Pisaeng away and I even mentioned the dreaded Blushing Maiden trope. After some thought, I realise that my initial judgement was very much influenced by a couple of things carried over from ye olden bl times (which may not have been done away with completely but seem to be on their way out in present times).

First, from having seen so many bl/qls with the blushing maiden trope, subconsciously I guess I still expect to see it because it had been so prevalent. And second, despite the re-wiring my brain has undergone when it comes to Krist, I think I still fell back on the earlier presumptions that Krist was either averse to skinship (particularly with men) and/or wasn't a good enough actor to convey physical intimacy (this, of course, mostly stems from his portrayal of Arthit in SOTUS, which for all we know was how he was specifically directed to act - and which many have interpreted as demi- or asexual, which absolutely has a place at the table).

My conclusions to these realisations is that I need to learn to trust these newer bl/qls that they really aren't going to rehash the old questionable tropes of yesteryear.

I remember some discourse before the last three eps of My School President - when we were worried about the ending - about how Bad Buddy taught us that we can feel safe watching it - "safe in the knowledge that tropes were being subverted, that the usual angsty triggers actually got resolved pretty quickly, that the ep 11 curse wasn't actually a curse at all". And we needed to take that knowledge to help assuage our fears about the ending of MSP. And I think I'm in a similar situation here with Be My Favourite and Kawi in particular.

Staying with Bad Buddy for a bit longer (because, really, when can I ever not talk about it in relation to something else?), I remember feeling a similar disappointment with how Pran was being portrayed in ep 9. I felt he too bordered on the blushing maiden with how he shied away from Pat's advances in his room before Korn came in, before the rugby game, and even when washing up after the hotpot date. I don't see that now because, of course, we know Pran isn't a blushing maiden at all - I mean he's not known as Feral Musky Scented HOE Pran for nothing.

Yes, it took time for Pran to get used to Pat's affections but that was probably because he had pined over this man for so long it was all a bit overwhelming at first. Pran probably needed to ease into letting down his walls, to be vulnerable around Pat, and to believe it was all real. And in the end, when he had gotten used to it all, Pran holds back because he likes to make Pat work for it...because Pat also likes to work for it, because they get off on role-playing - as I've said before, it's like foreplay to them.

I'm not saying this is the same for Kawi but it's a similar situation. I knew this about Pran, and that I was wrong in my interpretation of him, and yet I didn't think to approach Kawi and Pisaeng with the same lens. The lens that so many of you have helpfully pointed out - Kawi is a 30-year-old virgin. This is all so new to him, not only to be intimate with someone but also with a man whom he hadn't even contemplated being with. He's spent 12 years only thinking of Pear (emphasis on 'only thinking' as well as 'only thinking').

@burntsuncomet said it well in their tags: "touch gets very very difficult if you don't interact with people much, so intimacy of normal affectionate touches are tough. Kawi would have to start slow and let Piseang just smack a kiss, maybe hold hands, hug a bit, it's a lot of work before intimacy from touch will be like second nature in Kawi's case." @rocketturtle4 also added that Kawi's "general uncertainty could be very well tied in with his loneliness and, especially, his fear of losing Piseang if he does the wrong thing".

@waitmyturtles offered a slightly different perspective, that almost "everything in this show is totally intentional, and...that [Kawi's] discomfort is totally meant to reflect those accusations from Krist’s past about his clear discomfort in acting out intimacy (especially juxtaposed with how much better he’s done with the intimacy in this show)".

So, all of this is to say that I need to start trusting this new wave of bl/qls - a message I obviously forgot from My School President and which has been proven by several other series this year.

And I need to trust Be My Favourite especially, because, as @williamrikers said, "they've swerved and avoided every other trope so far I believe that they're working towards something here". And I agree. Every episode has been fantastic and I haven't disliked a single thing about the show so far.

On top of that, I need to trust my newfound belief in Krist's acting, because he has pulled out some absolutely brilliant performances in this show so far - so why should I think ep 9 is any different?

[kaalionpahaa]

sewing machine rant because im mad as hell. fucking singer man. my mom got me a new shiny singer heavy duty 4423 because my old machine jammed out of nowhere and i was told fixing it would be more expensive than just getting a new one. my mom got the old one second hand like 30 years ago and it had minor issues the whole time but until it jammed it served me perfectly well enough. and more importantly when it did have minor issues most of them i could fix myself with minor effort.

enter singer, a famously well liked and respected brand. they're marketing this machine as "beginner friendly" and "easy to use" and all the research i did told me the same. now this might have been my own fault for apparently just sucking at doing research, i probably should've dug deeper or something, lesson learned i guess.

i'm not too active with sewing, i mostly work on some cosplays, and i was specifically marketed this machine to because apparently it "can handle difficult materials" and "is good for cosplayers". it worked fine for a few months, then i started getting issues with thread tension. nothing i tried with the top thread worked so the problem must be the bottom thread then. easy fix right? i sure as hell though so. i did had to check the manual cause my old machine had the bobbin on the side so this one was different than what i was used to. turns out the user manual only says "tension is adjusted correctly at the factory, you dont need to do anything". long story short i ended up adjusting it with the help of youtube and a lot of googling and it turned out fine.

now yesterday i was doing what i thought was basic maintenance on the machine, cleaning it and checking if it needs to be oiled and stuff. i took out the bobbin case and brushed away the frankly disgusting amount of lint and dust. when i was putting it back together i noticed the shuttle was hitting the needle. i took a video of it, went to the shop i bought the machine from and asked what does that mean and how can i fix it. i get told the timing is off and "this is why you shouldn't tinker with it yourself, you are causing issues". i was a bit offended ngl and said "i wasn't tinkering or trying to adjust anything, i was just cleaning out the lint and the dust". they told me sewing machines are delicate and that everything from the thread to the needle to the fucking position of the moon i guess can affect the timing and cause issues with the machine.

i went back to read the user manual cause surely there has to be something about basic maintenance right? RIGHT? like this is something my mom has drilled into me my whole life, i need to take care of a sewing machine or it will break. yea no, there is absolutely nothing on cleaning out the machine in the manual (note that i didn't even get a full manual with the machine, i had to google it myself). there is a troubleshooting page where it briefly says "clean out as advised/instructed" but nowhere does it actually advise anything. basically any issue that can't be solved with thread tension, a new needle or rethreading the machine apparently requires a professional. oh and if anyone who is not a licensed singer repairman does anything to it it's not covered by the fucking warranty.

so now i don't know if i do get it fixed by a pro do i have to pay something like 100€ because i made the mistake of thinking that i can access parts of the machine that they gave me a specific tool to access to. i also feel really fucking bad for not liking the machine cause my mom bought it for me specifically because i thought it'd be a good machine. like idgaf if i waste money on something that sucks, cause that's my own issue and my own fault but it was my parents' money.

also why did my moms old machine handle literally anything (except whatever made it jam i guess......) but i can't apparently breathe near the new one without breaking something. if i broke a needle in the old one i could just change it and continue but the singer apparently breaks from that too. any machine meant for use should be designed so it doesn't require absolute perfection to stay in working condition.

[jgabriel1920]

JESUS CHRIST I ALMOST DIDN'T POST TODAY. Literally almost immediately failed Johnnytober. Anyway.

Johnnytober 1°: double penetration.

Martha x Miss.Mayberry x Blackwater(oc)

what went wrong?

Seriously, Blackwater had to wonder. He had a simple mission: get the territory on the border of pride. Straight to the point, all he had to do was convince anyone that lived there and kill who disagreed or was too wild.

There weren't even many people there, just a couple near the imp town and some World War stragglers in a poor made bunker.

Yet here he was.

"Fucccckk~ Go harder~"

"Yeah cmon speed up, donkey~!"

Urgh.

Yes, he was fucking two women at the same time. Rather crude, but there wasn't any better way to put it.

Well, there was. Like he could describe double girthy and lengthy dicks stacked on top of each other, constantly entering and leaving the ladies cunts, even frictioning between them as a bulge appeared at their belly each time in went deep.

Perhaps, he could explain how the both women clashed tongues between them, doing the equivalent of a tango by how much they twisted together, minus of course the saliva dripping from their mouths and sliding to one of their chests, as their breasts clashed together and sometimes rubbed together their hard nipples.

All things he wasn't a fan of. He wasn't homophobic, just not found of this intimate connections, no matter the gender, specifically if their happening only because one of them has the ability to shapeshift.

One million dollars to guess who it was.

"Fucking hell I said faster!" One of the women, Martha by her thick southern tone, exclaimed while kicking his ass. Literally.

"If I do it any faster I will hit your organs." He said in a matter of fact tone. Maybe better description would be sarcasm but he genuinely was surprised by how both were alive to this point. There wasn't even any need, he knew from biology books that the female g-spot was located near the entrance, and certainly didn't need to be poked by a 20 inch pole the size of a light machine gun.

"Does it look like it m-matters~? Mmmh~ just do it~!" Miss.Mayberry said weakly, more like one would dealing with a monstercock (he couldn't believe that though occurred in his head.)

"If I want it you two dead I just shoot you." He warned yet again. Couldn't both wait? It was just a war of attrition at this point.

"All I hear is a little coward~!"

"You think this insults will work? I not doing it."

"Cmon boy~ won't you do it for mommy- AH~!"

"I don't have any masters to control me." He snarled through his teeth as he pushed the top one down, pounding fervently at them. "If I have to prove it throught your ruined guts then so be it."

These imbeciles thinking they could talk him down? Him? He was the one that planned for 30 years the fall of the hierarchy of hell, he was the one so close to proving even destiny wrong, and he wouldn't be outsmarted by a couple of freaks in the middle of nowhere.

The wet slaps reverberated though the house, the two ladies moaning and whimpering like bitches in heat. Stench of sweat stung around with the smell of sex, and the smell of cum when he finally climaxed.

His vision actually went dark for a moment, but it went back to normal... Which was just the corners being black.

It took a few seconds, long seconds, but it all went all. They all breathed heavily and deeply, seeking for air like they ran a marathon.

In the end, Blackwater got out as quick as his trembling legs could, morphing into a more discreet figure to get out, basically having nothing down there since if he had a pussy it would drench his pants the moment he completed formed it. Speaking of which he was fully clothed and on the exit door in seconds.

"W-Wait a second-"

"No. Calm me only if you die, please."

Oh, the sacrifices he made for democracy.

Did someone miss the manhunt gifs~?

...

No?

Awh okay :( also wrote this in a cocaine fulled streak at 9 pm. And maybe sparrowrye might be a bit traumatized in seeing Blackwater this way-

[random-person10]

Heartbreak High

The new one, not the old one.

This show has always managed to confuse me and I don't know if it's an Australian thing or a writer's thing. I'm pretty sure it's the former coz it happens every time I watch anything Australian.

But this season was even more confusing than the first. Like in the first season, it was chaotic to me how everyone ended up fucking almost everyone, I could not guess who was going to get together at fucking all. All it took is for these fuckers to make 4-second eye-contact and BAM sex, get a grip. Ig teenagers are actually like that and I'm just a loser. Anywho, this season, the only thing that confused me was Rowan's whole character arc.

Let me break this down:

He said that when he came to Hartley High, he was just ready to move on from his brother's death, or maybe he wanted to move on in Dubbo, I dunno I kind of didn't pay attention. But like, he started killing birds and terrorizing Amerie with them on the first fucking day of being there, because she didn't remember him?

This motherfucker went into the forest, while Ant was busy threatening to cut his dick off, killed a bird, and put it on her bag? Sorry but how fast does this man act? What a machine.

Then he dated her ex-boyfriend? For what reason? Was it strategic? I still haven't figured that one out yet. Like sure it'll make Amerie jealous but he seemed genuinely into him so I don't think that's it. Actually, thinking about it now, Malakai is hot and Rowan was all "forget Amerie" or whatever so that bit does make sense tbh. I cried when they broke up go away, imagine the person you're dating calls u by their ex's name? ugh sad

Then after breaking up with Malakai and getting his heart savagely broken, he just starts dating Amerie? At first, I assumed that was because he planned to hurt her emotions, but he literally spoke about her to 'Jett' like he was into her, so that confused me. I thought he hated her?

Like bro seemed to not have a plan. I know he's not mentally stable and all that but like what was going on in his mind? He's trying to ruin her life, but also likes her, but also thinks she murdered his brother.

And why did he tell Malakai to fuck off when he started dating Amerie? Like was that genuine possessiveness or was that part of the plan? (My little brain was like "awe he wants to protect Malakai from whatever he has planned at that dance so he's telling him to go away, cutee he still likes him" but I'm delulu so ignore that)

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF

His delusions just vanished with Amerie saying: "he died because he loved you" and a clip of Jett not being a part of Rowan's hallucination anymore... like excuse me, I need a clip of this man going to a therapist and actually acknowledging his schizophrenia, not whatever this form of fucking 'closure' is.

It was so half-arsed, it made me mad.

Man, I genuinely liked the guy, but it seemed like they created his plot 4 episodes into the season. Nothing linked.

Still was very obsessed with the show tho. The sarcasm and the sibling vibes were very entertaining. STILL THE PLOT MAKES VERY LITTLE SENSE. But, again I'm very bad at paying attention so I might've got it all wrong.

Side note: the principal's dog (Joan of Arc) with her little fuchsia-coloured vest were the highlight of this show for me, isn't that kinda sad? There is a scene where the principal is talking to Cash, and Joan is facing the opposite direction and I laughed at that for like 30 minutes, tragic.

[fadeawaywithyou]

immediate first reviews of the (non-nightcore) Mammalian Sighing Reflex album from Wilbur!

spoilers below if you haven't listened to his album! I really like it! Also, I'm not looking into lyrics online just yet, it's very late and if I do that I won't sleep cause it'll just consume my mind for hours.

-Amazon Standing Lamp: I love the guitar here and I laughed when it took me about 5 seconds to realize the higher voice isn't a woman, but actually Wilbur Soot singing alongside himself. He's sampling something at the end I don't know.

-Mine/Yours: The lyrics about kissing like a job and tongue and teeth *mwah* and the last line ohhhhhhh boy. The beat reminds me of a beating heart.

-Around the Pomegranate: the instrumental at 30 seconds in is SO GOOD the beat with the distorted voice is so fun. i can make out the lines "no one else can save you" and "nowhere you [can?] return to". This whole song is very fun despite the lyrics and meaning. It's just a very experimental. I like when the music gets very loud. Speaking of the lyrics the ending where Wilbur says he wants to feel normal again is just...I'm gonna go lay on the floor.

-I Don't Think It Will Ever End: Again with the experimental music! It kinda immediately reminds me of that part in Bo Burnham's Inside, the song "All Eyes On Me" where he has a mid-song monologue. It is very interesting in a meta-sense due to the comparison I can't help but make between this and Wilbur's streams. Where he's got a "chat" or audience responding to him in a cheery voice no matter what he says.

-Glass Chalet: I like the scratchy feeling in the instrumental. He's throwing stones in a Glass Chalet, which according to google is like a fancy type of cabin found in the mountains (the alps, specifically?). Also, I love the sampling he's doing with the talking at the end.

-Melatonin 130: I like the distorted voice at the end. He's really experimenting with this album and I'll keep saying it because I love it! I love the ending lyrics about everyone hoping you fail and the apes with coloring books, I think he said?

-Oh Distant You: The music takes up most of this song, instead of the lyrics, but what is sung is very nice.

-Eulogy: One of the lyrics hits very close to home. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. I guess it'll depend on the day I listen to the song. It's a good song. I like it a lot.

-Dropshipped Cat Shirt: The distortion kinda reminds me of those hyperpop songs that went viral on tiktok back in 2020 and it's very new to hear it used in this way with these lyrics and the general tone of the music. The last line! God, what is it with this album and the final couple of lines that hit me upside the head? I just need someone to tell me I'm tired???? God DAMN. shit...

-The Median: Very good. I like these shorter songs in between full-length songs. It's just a minute long but I really like it.

-Trying Not To Think About It: The lines about romance and marriage...man that's relatable. this is probably gonna be my favorite song. And then the rest of the song just.../pos but ooooooof

-10 Week Rule: It's a good song. Was NOT expecting that line in the chorus, which I'll let people reading this find out themselves.

Overall, this is an excellent album! I really love it and I will be listening to it constantly. This gives me the same feelings that YCGMA gave me, while still staying very distinct. It's not more POLISHED than ycgma, but it's clearly made with Wilbur's more improved skills in music making. (there is a word for this i can't remember rn)

I'm gonna commit to picking a favorite song after a couple more listens, but so far I really like Trying Not To Think About It and Around the Promegrante. This is a very creative album and I'm glad he's experimenting here. This doesn't sound like Lovejoy, and I'm super happy. It's unique, it's fun, and it's sad!

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nicholas × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: action, slightly suggestive

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reader is running down the streets because she's being chased. She goes into a club to avoid suspicion but quickly ends up in close connection with a mysterious resident. And later on, that makes her parting a bit harder... and longer. But at least no one is chasing her anymore by that time.

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ,,I might hate myself tomorrow but I'm on my way tonight, at the bottom of a bottle you're the poison in the wine."

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,4k

Damn. My shoes are killing me.

When will they lose chase?

I've been running nonstop for these past 20 minutes between crowded areas and dark alleys— I even ran through a short tunnel, but they're still hot on my heels! Literally!

I'm a good runner but in pumps, my chances of fleeing from two male police officers are significantly lowered.

Although it could be because my shoes keep clacking whenever I take a step... I can't help but make noises even if I don't want to.

It's either me lacking speed if I run carefully, or they hear my every step and know exactly where am I, even in some livelier areas.

Be chased or be caught I guess, no other way.

I'm also at disadvantage since I'm not familiar with this part of the district.

I didn't plan on letting them chase me into a nearly foreign area, but I lost track of every familiar surrounding miserably.

But I'm not panicking just yet, my situation is not crucial, I just need a distraction. Quickly.

They weren't particularly close to me, there was always a left or right turn where I tried to confuse them, but this part of the district is a long passage now... Packed with countless nightclubs, bars, and cafés, and a couple of restaurants at one corner.

This was never on my map, that's why it's unknown to me.

The said area wasn't strictly part of my destination, but it still seemed okay going in that way for a while— I mean if it makes the cops get off my tail...

However, by the time I realized this, I'd almost completely deviated from the original route.

I felt it the second I took the unexpected turn into that short tunnel, that's where I lost my lead.

Since then my phone was buzzing nonstop in the small back pocket of my short dress, which luckily my coat covered up well.

...It would surely alert the cops behind me more if they could see it, and I don't want to give them another reason to chase me eagerly.

But it could also alert the others as well, back at the base.

That would serve me even worse.

I would be lying if I'd say it wasn't getting on my nerves every 30 seconds when it buzzed, but it made me be on guard about my surroundings and I could keep track of my movements continuously.

Between my train of thought I was starting to get a bit cold since my coat was open in the front.

I should close it, but there's no way I can stop here, I need to find a quick hide-out to rearrange myself.

Its buttons were quietly clicking against each other, in the same rushed rhythm as my steps and it felt like these tiny things are trying to tell me... or more like they want to signal me about something.

Time was ticking like crazy; my fast steps were equal to a second, but it rather felt like a whole minute every time I moved my legs.

And this incredibly small amount of time that was given to me for this mission, as little as a grain of dust, there is only a very little left by now.

So little I can't even begin to try and think how long will it last.

Because... maybe by the time the thought is born in my head, it already passes on.

In a hurry I was swinging my head from left to right and right to left every second to seek an escape route; an alley, a corner, another passage — anything, just not this long street!

...Or I could dash into a club.

Actually, wait, I'm going to do that!

It might not be an open area, so I have limited room to flee completely, but at the same time it's easier for me to lose the cops and make them go away. Far away.

With the loud music, the dancing people, and the flickering lights I can blend in so they don't notice me, then get away safely!

I just need to find a simple nightclub where I can get in instantly without a security guard stopping me.

I sharpened my eyesight to seek out a smaller place and a couple of beats later I found the perfect club.

The Howling Club, looks lively and full, and it closes at 5 am, so I have plenty of time.

Wonderful.

Flickering and flimsy lights were poking my eyes, even if I closed them for short seconds.

Yet I still sensed the rainbow-colored refulgence behind my eyelids.

I tried blinking it out, so the glowing is less and my irises don't go crazy, getting drunk on the superflexing of luminosity, but I had to move fast at the same time.

The first couple of blinks were even slightly painful but I pushed through.

I'm going to need my eyes for a long time, so I'd rather not have them give up on me because of some club lighting.

The second I dashed into the building my hearing got messed up as well, and the outside world no longer existed.

Nonetheless, I'm sure that the two cops saw me get in here.

I had little to no idea how deep was the place, but I needed to go to the back — maybe there I'll have a chance to rest and wait for the events to unfold themselves.

I kept on pushing sweaty bodies away from me but the place was so packed that the second I moved one out of my way, another collided with my backside.

And this went back-to-back, literally.

It was definitely guiding me forward in a way but I was tottering and swaying beyond my own control.

...Wait, I'm starting to see the DJ counter!

Usually behind or beside the DJ area there are separate booths or VIP compartments, which should be useful for me later, to hide there.

Although, let's hope I'll be able to sneak in.

I still have a long way to go.

Far after the huge platform the DJ was standing on, there was an enormous, monumental ice sculpture of a wolf, ready to howl.

It was majestic, its pose and size were so mighty.

I started appreciating some of the rainbow lights which danced across the icy statue, reflecting on it in so many ways and forms it was truly magical and a sight for my sore eyes.

I was surprised I only noticed it now because this thing is surely visible from every corner of the spacious club.

It had to be, it was so beautiful.

Hypnotized by its sublime presence, now walking felt more like a harsh guiding or a way of attraction, as if I had found the hidden treasure that strongly magnetized my movements.

"—Woah, watch it."

Suddenly my hypnosis bubble burst and the colors weren't as vivid around me anymore as they were a second ago.

And the sculpture seemed even further away from me, compared to when I first laid my eyes on it, if that's possible.

But the bar counter was sure close; so close that I carelessly walked into it and now half of my hip was aching because of the sudden friction with the fine wood.

On the other hand, the opposite side of my hip was part of a rather soft encounter.

I looked up in a daze, at first I targeted the high ceiling where the lights were hanging from — maybe if I look into them harshly then I'll be finally free from this pishogue that clouded my mind for a good few minutes —, but before my sore irises could travel up until those mighty highnesses I spotted a more reachable, earth-bound source.

Him.

No doubt that his tall and lanky figure towered over me, casting my curious face in a shadow — momentarily blocking any light sources from me but they still peeked through his dark locks on the sides — and it was a pleasing sight for my tired eyes, almost as if I just looked upon the lunar eclipse.

His hair was dark, ebony, almost as the empty space itself, but his skin was light and shiny like the early night sky bathing in subtle silver moonglow.

Eyes piercing like the fresh Sun, and even if they tell you to look away for them, you can't, and you won't.

He caught me — not just his beauty and impeccable features... But he was the one who stopped me from walking into the bar counter or more like tried to.

One of his long, slender arms tucked into a simple black shirt with rolled-up sleeves was behind me, exposing a strong forearm and his large palm was facing the counter's smooth surface, but close to holding my back so that I don't crash into it and hurt myself even more.

His other hand was lightly holding my upper arm, or rather my coat that I put over my dress and exposed shoulders in the cool night air, but I was unable to miss the sudden burning of my skin.

He didn't even touch me directly but the surface felt like it was already breaking into flames and tiny cinders, embers were bouncing off of it swiftly under the plush-like material.

Who are you, child of Helios? The Guardian of the Sun?

Or a subordinate of Satan, perhaps the Devil?

...Why is it so hot in here suddenly?

"Are you okay, miss?"

Now he changed to formal, which immediately snapped me out of my staring.

"Yeah, just the crowd."

I kept my answer short, not knowing what else to do or say.

I will stay neutral, not that I shamelessly mapped out his whole face and build a minute ago.

A couple of seconds after my words he let go of my hand, but I was still somewhat up in his personal space, just as he was in mine, considering our hips were touching in a weird way and I was still in contact with the bar counter.

My other side still hurt but less by now, and I'm not ready to admit that it's mostly because of his tender gaze.

"Are you sure? They didn't drug you, did they?"

So much for the nice atmosphere...

My pulse immediately quickened and I started shaking my head vigorously.

I don't want him to think anything like that, it would be really embarrassing!

"Of course not! I'm just not that used to nightclubs, that's all." At the end of my sentence, I proceeded to give him a small smile, hoping it would reassure him enough.

Oh yeah, and if you didn't know, actually I've been running from the police for 20 minutes, so that's why I look like I'm out of it.

Okay, I'm not going to tell him that... Surely it would make the situation even worse.

Tears were glistening in my eyes because of how limp and tired I felt suddenly as I gazed at him endlessly... Also, the colorful lights made my vision run wild once again.

But right now only one thing circled in my head like a broken record, an imaginary feeling getting it's strong — almost choking — hold on me, captivating me, making my thoughts drunk on wanting it.

Those hands. I want them. On my waist. Now.

"—Hands up! This is the police!"

Oh, they did not just ruin this for me——

In a moment everything came to a stop and the packed place all of a sudden became so quiet it was almost suffocating.

Not just for my ears, but for my heart too.

Blood started pumping in my veins rapidly and I was taking quicker and shorter breaths.

Even the lights above me seemed like they were caught doing something bad and weren't shining now as much.

My knees became weak too, but it was good because it alerted me that I have to leave as soon as possible, before they spot me. Again.

I was at the back, close to an exit if my peripheral vision wasn't deceiving me earlier, and I was also short compared to the big crowd so it wasn't impossible.

But if I want to escape, then I have to get going right now.

"Hey, does that exit at the back work? Is it open?" I whispered sharply to the God-sculpted guy beside me — I noticed him already crouching too —, my words barely audible to my own hearing, just a smidge above minimal background noise.

If there's one thing I learned throughout my career is that whispering is an art in itself.

...And there are many things that you can cover or reveal with just a whisper.

"It's not open at the moment, but I have the key since—" Now it was me who shut him up mercilessly, pressing two of my fingers quite harshly to his plump, sinfully curved lips.

After a moment of hard glare that I made sure to pierce through his endless black irises, I swiftly turned around, almost crouching completely and carefully — so I don't put weight on the end of my heels — sprinted across the mass of statue-like people until I reached the desirable destination, the key to my freedom for tonight.

I hoped that the mysterious and handsome stranger will catch my drift and is willing to help me with opening the door.

I mean it's not like he has any excuse why he shouldn't, right?

It's not written on my forehead that I was running from these guys 10 minutes ago so I hope he comes after me...

I turned my head back at the crowd and I caught a glimpse of one of the officers sneaking through, giving unsatisfied looks to the clueless people around him.

With one hand he was also holding onto his belt, which further down was equipped with a pistol and even a taser.

The other one was slower and he requested an ID card from a couple of people he came across, to make it seem like they got a complaint or an alert, rather than freezing the whole facility just because of one suspicious person.

And that would be me, but they didn't see me yet.

And they shouldn't.

But where's this guy? I thought he followed me..?

Then I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I saw him still crouching, now beside me.

I immediately felt at ease seeing his dark locks and chiseled face.

I eagerly nodded my head at the door with a worried expression, and he finally realized my intentions when I saw him nodding back.

He gave me small smile and stood up, went to the door and quietly unlocked it, then opened it just a crack so I could slip outside.

My heart picked up the pace again because I knew that after this I'll have to resume my way of running through the night, but before I could do that, without thinking I put my palm on his hand that was clutching the key in it and took the taller with me outside the building.

The door closed behind us smoothly, with no loud impact luckily so it hopefully doesn't alert the cops, or anyone else.

"...Wow, you just snuck me out of my job." He laughed quietly after a moment of silence and when I looked at him he ran his hand through his silky, ebony hair.

He looked at me expectantly with his fingers still in his locks and I had to gather my thoughts for a second to give a proper answer.

"I work there, you know? I'm supposed to be one of the bartenders tonight." He insisted on and gestured to the fancy place behind him with mischief shining on his features.

"Well, do you want to get caught by the police?"

I stepped closer to him, raising one of my eyebrows and putting on a sly smile.

I got caught up in the small banter and my voice came out slightly louder than just a whisper.

Both of us silently acknowledged this and he stepped closer too, so we don't have to raise our voices.

I still have to be on guard about my surroundings and actions, I can't get caught now of all times.

"How do you know I would get caught?"

He narrowed his eyes with a cat-like grin and bowed a little bit in my direction so his head was exactly above mine in an intimidating way.

My brain didn't register his last words, only the sweet murmur of his deep voice, the sound pleasing to my ears like the silent waves of the ocean on the side of the shore.

I fell into a daze again, into his daze, and at this point, it felt like he was doing this exclusively for me... Or was he this pretty and breathtaking for everyone else too?

I both loved and hated the idea that I stare at him ever so often, when I just met him.

But he was watching me too like a hawk, constantly blinking as if his eyes needed to get used to some strong light or flash... Was he just as enticed as I was?

Sadly our moment was interrupted once again.

A quiet rattling sound alerted my ears and I quickly looked to the metal backdoor not far from us, where we made our discreet escape from the risky situation.

The doorknob moved, indicating that someone definitely pressed down on it, and like a switch; all the alarms went red inside my head, and before I could register some possible upcoming events I acted on raw instinct, reckless and impulsive.

I barely saw the door opening but I was already halfway in the arms of the gorgeous guy standing before me — I pulled him to the alleyway wall, my back hitting it quite harshly but I didn't care at the moment.

My hands found their way to his chest at first, I wanted to feel him up intentionally before I dive into his soft raven hair.

The first two buttons on his silky coal-black shirt were undone, allowing me a small peek at his exposed skin; his collarbones, the upper part of his chest that I was so keen to explore, and his slender but strong, spotless neck.

Shortly my hands ended up in the crook of his neck, feeling it up as well, and only after that I stretched my arms to hug around his shoulders.

Eventually, my palms rested on the back of his neck, fiddling with the few longer strands of his hair, enjoying the moment.

I barely saw his face as the hollow street lights were way behind his broad back, hardly giving his form any contour at this hour.

But this fact perhaps just made him even more mysterious and handsome... Made me want to spend more time with him, in close contact.

And to my surprise, he was the one who closed the distance between our lonely lips rather quickly.

Those strong hands that I was pining for held onto my waist like the last strands of precious breath, pushing me further to the wall.

He was holding me so eagerly I almost felt my feet dangling above the ground, I considered jumping and wrapping my legs around his torso so I can reach his height more.

But as quickly as the thought burned my head, I had to forget about it.

"Was she here? She could've escaped through that door..!" I heard sharp whispers the second I pulled the mysterious guy to me and I was sure that the cops caught on quickly about my situation.

They were not wrong about the backdoor, and they moved way faster than I anticipated.

I mostly acted by my gut when I harshly pulled him into me, but I needed a quick distraction so they don't see my face.

Although I was genuinely surprised that he initiated the passionate kiss we were sharing in this heated moment.

When he heard the two officers whisper, he held my waist even tighter and pulled me into him — my back became free from the wall and now my curves molded into his hard, straight torso.

Almost as if he's... trying to cover me?

...Maybe he realized that they're looking for me?

The feeling of our bodies colliding like this was so euphoric; I felt my pulse quicken yet again, my face and body were getting hotter and hotter and it was starting to get a bit too humid between us.

Our kiss was full of passion but the sweetness was present as well, and by now I'd completely hugged around his neck, trying to move even closer — which was impossible, but I tried anyway.

I couldn't get enough of him.

His lips on mine felt heavenly and refreshing, like ice cream on a hot summer day.

Except his effect was the exact opposite from the icy dessert; he was the one making me feel incredibly hot rather than the weather, but this time I did not mind the hotness.

Were the officers still here?

I had no idea, but I might as well enjoy the moment a little bit more... Maybe they didn't leave yet.

I hope they didn't leave yet.

...But if they walk off, then I will have to be careful about where to go next.

The nightclub is surely not an option anymore, especially now that this guy knows about me being chased.

I guess the cops could go back to the club once more for a safety check, but I don't see it happening.

Even though it would be fine for me — because I could escape for good —, they don't have any duty there to begin with, so it would be pointless and a waste of time.

But I'm getting real tired of their chase so I genuinely hope it ends here.

I got so lost in my thoughts that I completely stopped kissing back the handsome stranger who was still holding me with so much passion.

His hands woke me up from my daydream when they slid down to my hips, lightly squeezing them.

I unintentionally let out a small sound of surprise reacting to his actions, and he stopped kissing me.

His lips were millimeters away from mine, hovering close to my mouth and jaw, then he lowered his head a bit, and now his mouth was hovering above my neck.

I was breathless, I barely dared to breathe in and out, his slightly musty and spicy cologne sneaking up into my nostrils, intoxicating my thoughts.

"Are the cops gone?" He asked in a barely audible sweet, sensual whisper and moved his face closer to the crook of my neck.

After his question I immediately heard the backdoor close, signaling that the cops left; they went back into the club's building.

This is my chance!

"Yeah, they're gone. For good." I whispered back with a small smile, although I couldn't see his expression because his face was hiding in my neck.

He hummed in a low hushed tone acknowledging my answer, and nuzzled his nose into my neck and collarbones, sending a comfortable shiver down my spine.

Both of us relaxed against the wall, his tall frame weighing on mine in a comfortable silence.

"Why were they... looking for you?" He slowly raised his head and stared into my eyes with seriousness.

"Were you worried?" I asked back in a cheeky tone, my smile growing wider.

Now I felt safe — for the first time in this whole night — and knew that I succeeded in shaking them off, so I allowed myself a little teasing.

I have to get going soon anyway, so at least my goodbye will be memorable.

"I still work in this nightclub you know. I can't afford to lose my job." He stared at me sternly but there was a hint of mischief in his dark orbs. "Although, I must admit... This was my first time fending off cops and I highly enjoyed it." He gave me a subtle wink. "Is it always like this?"

"You wish." I retorted, bathing in his playful and challenging stare. "This is the first and last time." I showed him a grin and noticed how his hands sneaked back onto my waist.

"...Then I wish to meet you again for the first time. A million more times." He laughed silently at the end at his silly wording but his eyes told me he was very serious though.

I chuckled, shaking my head a little bit as if I was dissatisfied or unimpressed by his hidden confession.

But actually I was quite flattered by his smoldering words.

My hands slid down to his shoulders and with a stronger force, I pushed him away dramatically.

"I better go. Before they start chasing again." I walked away from him, out of the shadow of the wall and the club behind us, the streetlights coming into my vision and illuminating half of my figure.

My back was facing him but I turned my head back, to look at him once more... To try to memorize his spotless features.

He looked stunned; his lips somewhat open in a surprised expression, eyes curious and eyebrows raised in a vaguely worried manner.

His hair was a bit messy as well, probably because of me, but he pulled it off flawlessly — perhaps it just made him even more attractive in my eyes.

And as my eyes wandered to his neck in the dim blaze coming from my other side, the yellow streetlights highlighted his marked light-toned skin beautifully.

Lipgloss is a captivating look on him, I have to admit. Especially if it's my lipgloss.

His shirt seemed crumpled a bit, but the fine ebony silk managed to hide that fact. But it still filled me with pride.

As I gave him a last piercing and long look, I was planning on turning away and starting to jog down the streets to try to get back onto my original route and pick up contact with my mates.

But he suddenly caught my hand in his — just like the first time I bumped into him — and faintly dragged me backward.

"Wait— I didn't catch your name!" His words were rather desperate but his tone was low and steady, a bit demanding even.

His action caught me off-guard again, but I was pleased.

For the first time since I came in close contact with him, I could finally read his nameplate that was secured onto his fine shirt on the left side of his chest, thanks to the streetlights.

"Well then, Nicholas." I made sure to say his name slowly, savoring it carefully as if it were some kind of exquisite dessert; the sweetest and most delicious of them all. "Next time, when we meet again... I'll make sure to tell you, for the first time." Then it was my turn to wink.

After that I swiftly pulled out my hand from the grasp of his stronger ones, walking off at a fast pace, not sparing him another striking glance.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: Just me, simping and gushing over Nicholas (sometimes) in a poetic way basically lol.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

[rayelle]

I'm back with one last post, How are we doing today aphblr?

As we all know Jesson has been "hinting" at old vids coming back, either that or it's just making fun of us old fans. But let me catch you up and get to my point.

Along with the new childish videos in YouTube, aphmau also does "YouTube shorts" these comprise of nonsensical skits, like the videos she does on her channel but shorter, and animated. She also uses this to promote her new line of plushie-cats and new juice?.. huh..

Anyways Aphmau started making a YouTube short series entitled "*Character's name Birth to Death in 30 seconds!"

So far the only Characters that had been in these shorts are: Aphmau, Aaron, and the latest one being Ein. Our main focus today!

Ein as the MYS watchers have come to accept is Aphmau's half brother—they are related by father, whose name is Zack. The mother is still unknown—now Jess realized that Aphmau and Ein's love arc is very much incest and later on has been covered up as a "red herring."

No further word about Ein's past has been said other than Zack isn't his father (which we all now is just... a lame cover up really.)

Anyhow out of boredom scrolling through YouTube, Aphmau's YouTube short about Ein's birth to death in 30 second started playing, before I could even skip it the first second of the video shows this.

This shows Ein as a baby, and the man in the doors seemed familiar to me. It showed the Man leaving Ein, hence a father abandoning his son, it then shows Ein sad and him crying.

It took a while for me to realize that this man leaving Ein is none other than Derek Lycan.

Same gray cardigan shirt or whatever. It's definitely Derek! Lore dropping on YouTube shorts is a personal crime to me but sure...

So I guess the only way Jess decided to fix the red herring was to make Aaron and Ein.. siblings???....

Really I was dumbfounded when I realized this was Derek, and was EVEN MORE DUMBFOUNDED when I realized they're trying to fix the red herring by making Aaron and Ein related instead of Ein and Aphmau.

My personal thoughts on this? Hell no. Just no. I mean is it better than incest? I guess it is, but not really any better.

I guess this is their way of solving the red herring and instead of making Aphmau and Ein realize they were basically doing incest, they instead made it a "Brother and Brother want the same girl trope.", I personally don't like this anymore than the incest one.

First of all if this were ever to be cannon in MYS How would Melissa take it? With PRESUMABLY both Derek and Rachel are dead. How would she even find out?? Who'd tell her?? Who would even comfort her that not only is her dad one abusive son of a bitch but he's also a lying skanky cheater.

To me personally it doesn't make any more sense. It made even the timeline more confusing. When exactly did Derek have this affair?? It was obviously when they were still using the forever potions since Aphmau, Travis , And Ein are mostly around the same age range.

It really doesn't make sense. I don't think it's supposed to. I hope they just decided to use Derek's model in place because they we're to busy and lazy to actually make an original character for Ein's dad.

But if they do ever decide to make this into the cannon realm of MyS then they would definitely make it a "The brother loves his brother's GF" kinda storyline.

This would also destroy people's image of Derek, I mean... it's already pretty destroyed but it'll get even worse. Derek already had his "redemption arc" at MYSS6 by saving Aaron. Making Ein his brother would probably just rake his redemption through the mud.

That's it. My name is Rayelle, signing out.

[mcrmadness]

4, 7, 10, 13, 16, 20, 29 and 30 for the artist ask 👀

Thanks!!! That is so many (and I am delighted!) /gen

Also get some snacks or something because this is going to be a long, LONG post :D You know how much I love talking about arts!

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw HORSES. They make no sense, the anatomy is fucked up, and they are impossible to draw well!!! I drew them sometimes as a kid, then I started actually practicing drawing them after the age of 11 thanks to the DreamWorks film Spirit: the Stallion of the Cimarron. (Or whatever the fuck it is how the name is written, I never remember the articles correctly!)

It took me years to draw them using references and I think I did reach a point where I could draw the legs semi-well without references, but honestly, I still don't understand the legs. AND I AM A HORSE GROOM. I have been STUDYING horse anatomy for school, I had to study and learn and be able to name the bones and tendons in horses' legs, and I have stared at images and photos of both horse skeletons as well as alive horses, and also photos of horses with a skeleton painted on their fur, and I have been looking at and handling real horses' legs from up close many many times - and I still cannot grasp how on earth the bones between the knee and hoof go when drawing. I don't know what is it, the second I see the skin and fur and hoof there (since there is no muscles from the horse's knee down, only skin and bones and tendons), my brain starts adding there bones and joints that are not there.

Here's my so far newest horse drawings, after over 20 years of practice:

And they are drawn without any references and I'm pretty proud of the legs even tho they're not exactly correct. But I guess I still have it even when I don't draw them that often anymore!

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate Oil paint and acrylic paint, or painting in general. I have never ever been a painter, but more of liked to work with pencils and markers and just anything that is capable of precise tiny details. As a kid all my drawings used to be so so detailed and tiny that it took me one water colour lesson in middle school to understand that hey, I possibly cannot finish this painting ever if the paper is A3 and I draw there objects that are less than 1cmx1cm in size, and I especially cannot colour them properly with water colour because it's not made for small details at all. I have always struggled with bigger sized artworks, my comics etc. are always quite small, but photorealism is usually on papers sized A4 cos there I then again suck at drawing e.g. faces that are smalled than a hand.

But yeah. Painting, it looks awesome and the paint (especially oil and acrylic, but also guache and in some cases water colour) blend in ways that pencils and markers are not capable of. They are great for landscapes for example, cos abstract brush patterns work great as leaves etc. for trees, but that is something that is difficult to achieve with my tools of choice that work with detailed images better. I did lots of acrylic painting in school and art school, and I never ever liked it because it's so messy and I was probably too young to understand how to work with them properly. I probably should give them a try again one day, because I have slowly been trying out water colours again after learning to hate them at school due to wrong supplies (too thin paper, or a rubbish brush for example), and it's not as bad as I remembered it. Maybe I could view acrylic paint differently too as an adult, and while having the power to choose my topics.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw Hmmmm. I'm not a fan of drawing clothes, all the loose fabric is very hard to imagine, but I also don't want to draw characters naked so I'm just gonna draw them clothes XD Back in the day I would have said: shoes. But my current drawings have very boring shoes - except for that one time when I drew Rod with his New Rock flame boots which were so much fun to draw as a New Rock shoes fan! :D It was this one:

But I think my actual favourite to draw is the blue 80s jackets Bela and Farin often wore, they are SO MUCH FUN to draw with markers! And this is why:

Okay in general anything coloured with this blue marker works - but I just LOVE IT how it reacts to the blender marker (lifts off colour very efficiently!) and how you get this texture that actually makes the colour look like the jacket was 3D! (This one is taken from my Richy Guitar comic from 2022.) I don't know why it doesn't work this well with other colours tho.

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing There is this one Japanese... manga? artist whose works I sometimes see on my dash or in videos about art. They are often in black&white, made with ink or something. I really like the technique in those and in a way it resembles it how I sometimes make my b&w marker drawings. All the art I have seen from him looks really neat and the topics are interesting, but it's just that manga/anime style that is not my cup of tea and what causes it that I haven't gotten into his works. I can't even remember his name but it's possible that someone might recognize whom I am talking about if someone else is reading this, that's how popular he is also among the western world.

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing I am gonna say: photorealistic portraits of people. I have many of them because every time there's been a while since the previous, I start to think about how I wanna draw another one but I have always forgotten about how the drawing process is actually not that enjoyable. It's so restricted. I have to draw a grid or my brain and eye will fuck up the proportions. My brain has temper tantrums even when following the grid because it claims I'm doing it wrong, but in the end the grid was always correct and I just can't SEE the proportions right. I can't improvise pretty much at all because then I will fuck up the proportions again. I need the faces to look like who they are supposed to be, or I will hate myself and feel like I disrespected the person I'm trying to draw. So it's stressful. It's lots of redrawing and erasing until the paper it so worn out the colour is no longer lifting off and there's nothing I can do about it.

The succesful end result always looks neat, but oh so boring. I can recreate a photo with a pencil, so what? It can't get any more boring than that. It's just boasting with "hey look I can copy an image with my hand!" but there's nothing else to it. There is no soul to the drawing. There was no learning going on, unless it was something for the tools or techniques, but no learning about how to draw something specific. It's just redrawing until it looks close enough and lots of blood and tears. People online really like photorealistic drawings because many non-artist people don't understand how it's done, but for me photorealistic drawings and paintings have become really boring to look at, and progress videos are boring because I know how that is done and I know how it's gonna end up looking like. There is no surprise to me, because I understand the key elements of drawing: shadows, midtones and highlights.

I really want to have a semi-realistic style that would look neater and less confusing with my shippy drawings, but I just suck at drawing proportions and faces so I'm unable to draw them so that they would look like my targets. That's why photorealism is not fun, because it just reminds me of how I can't draw human faces even without a grid.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy People often hate drawings hands and avoid doing that because they find it difficult to do, but I actually enjoy it. They're still difficult, but that's why I often use my own hands as a reference. And if I can't see my hands in a posture I want from my own POV, then I will just take a photo with my phone and use that. The easiest way of getting references ever, no need to google for the exact specific posture when I can just grab my phone and there I have it. This has also allowed me to memorize stuff in the muscle memory and especially with my comics I need the references less and less, which is nice. I think my style in drawing hands is evolving and I'm enjoying the results more and more. (Fun fact: people in my comics always have 5 fingers instead of 4!)

This is from one of my newest drawings:

I like so much how this turned out! Tho the cost was that the 3 other hands did not turn out that well - but at least this one did and I really like it :D (And also how it reminds me of my own favourite comics from when I was growing up - aka the French and Belgian comics such as Asterix or Lucky Luke!)

It's from this drawing which I have posted on Tumblr as its own post before:

29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically Oh there are so many medias I enjoy but don't do any kind of fanart of, if this is what it's asking. My fandom behaviour is so weird cos usually I channel my artistic tendencies on just one media or hyperfixation at a time, and the others don't make me want to draw a single thing about them.

And then what comes to medias created through visual arts... such as cartoons, animations or comics. Well usually I am drawn to the visual side of them too. That is one big reason why I don't watch anime and don't real manga, because the art style is not my cup of tea at all, so I would find it hard to focus on the stories either. The same goes for most modern-day cartoons, I just hate the art style majority of them uses, and I'm so visual person myself that I just can't even think about trying them out cos I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to get used to them even if the story would be somewhat funny or interesting.

You can see lots of influence in my art from the comics and cartoons I grew up reading and watching, occasionally I feel like you can even see the Dream Works (or Pixar) animations in my art because I, also, grew up watching some of those films. That is what I do, when a media is artistically appealing to me, as a tribute I will take inspiration and pieces of it to my own art but make sure to not base it fully on anything. My art really is a collection of all the art styles I like, and I feel like if lookng at them closely, you can see "cameos" of art styles from everything from Asterix comics to, say, Tim Burton characters.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated Everything? :DDDDDDD No but, every single piece that makes me go "OMG THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER DRAWN" and which always gets the most quiet response ever. Those I feel are the most underrated pieces. Often the ones that get the most feedback or notes/likes are the ones that make me ask "but why this? what's so special about this? " and I never get any answers.

Anyway, as of today, I still think this is the most underrated piece what I have drawn. I'm still so proud of this, the puns(?), and how much there is going on, and how no one can tell what my original idea was. Even I can't tell, because I'm not sure. It can be interpreted in so many ways, and I like each of them.

THANK YOU SO MUCH it was so much fun to answer to these!!! /gen I hope you also have fun reading these :D