#and eventually i decided to just post this

[shouyuus]

Hiii, I’m the person screaming crying throwing up every time you post, love ur stuff!

Anyway… I’m thinking mechanic!vi prolonging the time it takes her to fix your car just cause she wants you coming around the shop more and then when she does eventually fix it she kinda worries you’re not gonna stay over at hers as often but u decide to ask her if u can move in or smth like this?!?

Idek tbh my brain is so fried from over consuming Vi content

all you have to do is stay

mentions of sex, but no explicit scenes, car mechanic!vi au oh she absolutely would; there's actually so much stupid domestic bliss in this wow

and sure, the hookup was good in the beginning, but she liked it when you came around, liked it when you'd show up at her shop, all shy and wide-eyed, asking her if you could watch, and who's she to turn down such a pretty girl, right? and honestly, she thought it was kinda cute, how you'd try your best to ask her about this or that, and she'd find herself rambling about her favorite kinds of pinon brackets, or talking you through a chassis restoration for another vintage car that was brought in.

it shouldn't take a whole-ass month to rig a crossflow radiator, especially since the rest of your car's actually in pretty good condition, but she keeps on picking out other things to do, insisting that she's already here anyway, sliding out from under the car with a crooked grin, asking you to pass her another cold beer.

but there's only so many things she can make up before it's obvious, even to you that there's not much else to do. so when the day comes, she's quieter than usual, tallying up the extensive list of repairs that she's both done and made up for herself to do (you'd insisted that you at least pay for the major ones, and if the smaller ones came with a dinner-date and dessert in bed afterwards... well.)

"and... i think that's all of it, sweets."

she hands you the receipt, immediately tucking her hands into the pockets of her light-wash jeans. her shoulders shrug up as you look down the list. it's way less than that she should be charging you for, but you peer up at her, frowning at the pinch between her brows and the tension clear in her muscles.

"vi? what's... wrong?"

"ah -- it's nothin' sweets, don't worry your pretty little head over it."

she teeters forwards and back, as if she can't decide if she wants to move closer or back away. but you're already reaching for her, closing the distance between you with your head cocked, your eyes bright and questioning. and she could never resist it when you looked at her like that, so toe-curlingly trusting. as if there wasn't a thing in the world she could do or say to drive you away or upset you.

sometimes, she'd lay awake and wonder if you knew how dangerous that kind of trust is -- how someone less scrupulous would take it and twist it into something foul. but she'd never let that happen -- at least not while you wanted her around.

"violet... we might not have known each other for very long but... you're not a very good liar," you say, reaching up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her eyes back to yours. she laughs -- it's a tiny, helpless sound; it shakes her open in a way that startles even her, the way her whole body wants to fold over you, into you.

"geez, sweets... that's... that's not really fair of you."

she lifts her hand to press them over yours, hands over hands, petaled around her cheeks, and it occurs to her that perhaps this is what it means to live up to her namesake -- violet. you'd said it was a beautiful name the first the she told you what vi stood for.

"you're not really fair either, vi... but that's never stopped you, has it?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips twisted up on a fox-hole smile.

vi sucks in a breath. something feels like it's clawing up the length of her ribcage and burrowing through the hollows in her chest till she can taste it pitter-pattering at the back of her throat. it takes her a full three seconds to realize that it's her own traitorous heart, beating so strong she can taste it on her tongue.

"fuck."

and then she's kissing you, pulling you to her, fingers harsh and desperate, her touch lingering like month-old grease-stains the way they dig into your delicate skin. you gasp open for her, against her -- you let her tug you into her till there isn't a part of you she can't reach if she wanted to.

the kiss breaks like a dam bursting open, and a few seconds later, she's got you hoisted up on her workbench, wrenches and old receipts scattering to the floor as she slots herself easily between your legs. it's a familiar place to be, after all -- after all this time.

you hiss, fingers fisting in her hair; it's longer now, than when you first met. and she'd be lying if she said her letting it grow had nothing to do with your offhand comment once (over yet another impossible banana sundae) that you liked it long.

"vi -- vi -- please -- you --"

"hm? what is it, pretty girl?"

"you c-can't just try to distract me w-with sex every time --"

and she can't help the grin that hitches over her lips at the way your chest is heaving, your eyes blown dark, the way your thighs shake on either side of her hips. but she can see the flicker of worry in your eyes and her stomach twists with uncertainty.

"i -- i don't --" she tries, but a breath puffs out of her and she sags against you, "it's... just... now that the repairs are done... there's not really much reason for you to come around... and..."

at her words, you heave a sigh that seems much too big and weary for your body, pulling back to fix her with a surprisingly sharp look.

"you really thought i was coming around here to listen to you talk about my car repairs?"

vi does her level best not to pout; hearing you say it out loud, it does sound... a bit childish. instead, she leans forward and digs her nose into your neck, wrapping both arms around you till she's got you cocooned in her chest.

"what? you weren't interested in the new pressure washer i got just so i could get that really stubborn stain off your back bumper?"

you trail your fingers through her hair, letting your nails graze along her scalp. a shiver washes down the length of her back and you giggle close to her ear.

"sure i did... but you could talk about... dunno... your favorite dish rag, and i think i'd still wanna listen -- because i like listening to you talk about the stuff you like... because..." and its your turn to hesitate, her turn to pull back and fix you with a look -- one that's equal parts pleading and disbelieving.

"because what, pretty girl?" she asks, her voice low and husky, a thumb running across the round of your cheek.

"b-because i -- i like you, vi."

your eyes flicker away and color seeps into your cheeks like dye across clear water -- the shade blooming into you till vi's sure there's no color so beautiful as the one that you are now.

"mm... well, thank god for that cause..." she leans in to press her forehead to yours, "i was starting to wonder, what with all the multiple orgasms and midnight munch sessions and --" she laughs as you squawk indignantly at her, your eyes flashing wild and wide.

"t-that's not what i -- you know that's not --"

"oh? so you don't like those?" she asks, the tease now so obvious in her voice that you flush several shades darker. vi thinks she may have to amend her previous decision on her favorite shade of you. and you're outdoing yourself today.

she lets her free hand wander to the bend of your hips and she gives you a squeeze.

"i --" you steady yourself in the solidness of her, reaching down to lace your hands with hers, "of course i -- i like those things too but i -- i like that you're the one doing them to me and --" you swallow; vi tries not to be to distracted by the hummingbird flutter of your pulse as you struggle to find the words, even though both of you know full well by now exactly what you're trying to say --

sometimes, just sometimes, words speak just as loud as words need to. and the actions are just there to back them up.

sometimes, there are certain things that people just want to -- or need to -- hear said out loud.

"i -- i wanna come over even when there's nothing for you to fix... i..." you steady your breathing and vi nearly drowns in the certainty that settles between the pair of you, an ocean full of of unsaid words (the ones that don't need to be said to be understood), drifting like sunlight over shifting waves -- their brightness made no less real by their shimmering reflections in the water, "i guess i just... wanna be wherever you are. like... all the time."

vi's eyebrows hitch; her breath follows shortly after.

"all the time?"

you bite down on your lips, "yeah but... i know it's only been like... a month or whatever --"

"no, no god -- sweets, i -- i want that too -- more than anything -- it's just --" she motions at the shop, and you nod, catching her hand in yours mid-air.

"it doesn't have to be right now," you say, smiling and giving both her hands a firm squeeze.

"yeah?" she asks, a rare quiver to the shape of her voice.

you nod, "yeah." and your voice is just as solid as she needs it to be. you lean in to kiss her, and she sighs open against you, as you've done so many times for her.

"we'll -- we'll make it work," you say, in between harsh, nipping kisses, even as vi groans and trails her mouth along the line of your jaw. you gasp, letting your head tip back, "w-we'll t-take it s-s-slow -- mmngh -- vi!"

vi hums as she sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, feeling savage wanting plume open in her chest. she looks back up at you with darkening eyes and a hunter's smile.

"dunno if i know how to take it slow, sweets --"

"w-what about all those t-times you told me t-to wait --" you keen high in the back of your throat as she drops to pillow her cheek to your thigh, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to dig her nose into the damp triangle of your panties.

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes as she glances back up at you with a playful smirk.

"oh fuck you."

you lick your lips, reaching down to sink your fingers into her hair again, pulling just hard enough for the an ache to gather in her belly.

"thought that's what you were trying to do."

vi stands up, pulling you bodily forward till your ankles are linked at the small of her back, her palms holding up the plush of your ass as she walks the pair of you back into the house and up the thin flight of stairs to her room.

it's a good few hours before either of you are coherent enough to talk about any of this again, but by the time you are, the twilight is budding along the far horizon, and vander's texting to ask vi if he should pick anything up on the way back from the bar for dinner.

"you wanna stay for dinner?" vi asks, twisting to glance at you in bed, her face illuminated by the digital blue of her phone.

your pillow your cheek on your hand, "yeah, i'd love to."

"cool, what do you want?" she asks, her eyes turning back to her phone.

you lick your lips, "how about... you ask vander to pick up some tomatoes? i can make one of my grandma's old soup recipes. you have potatoes and cabbage right? and... i think i saw some pork bones in the freezer the last time i was here."

you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, ticking through a mental list of ingredients.

you only turn to shoot vi a glance when you realize that you can no longer hear the rapid pik-pik-pik of her fingers on her phone.

she's staring at you with what could only be called wonder in the halfway dark.

"you... remember what's in our fridge?"

"well i -- there's not much in there --" you say, almost indignantly.

she laughs, shaking her head, "no, it's just -- i didn't think you'd ever notice something like that, i mean, pardon me for thinking that you've never set foot in a kitchen in your entire life, what with you being daddy's little princess and all," she goads, nudging you with an elbow even as you squirm away from her, pouting.

"i'll have you know that i'm actually a really good cook, okay?" you tell her, "when -- when i was little, and my grandma lived with us, i'd help her in the kitchen all the time. and... after she got too old to make stuff... i was the one who cooked for her, because she said it tasted like stuff she'd eat in her childhood so..."

vi shuffles closer to you under the blankets, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.

"and just when i thought you couldn't get more perfect," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you giggle, allowing yourself to be tugged back into her chest.

"i told vander to pick up tomatoes... and to invite silco and everyone else he can round up over for dinner."

you squeak, shooting up, "what?!"

vi grins, pushing up with a soft yawn, "you can't just tell me that you've got grandma-level cooking skills and not expect me to invite my whole entire family, right?"

you tumble out of bed, nearly tripping over your panties, still caught around your ankles. you pull them up, scrambling for one of vi's big shirts to toss over your body as she watches you from the bed with an indulgent smile before swinging her legs off and standing up to pull you back into her chest.

"calm down, sweets -- i'll help you, kay? now, tell me what you need."

you nod, pulling on a pair of her jogging shorts and twisting your hair into a haphazard bun out of your face as you start listing off ingredients, hopping the last two steps onto the first floor landing and fluttering into the kitchen.

by the time vi rounds the doorway, it's to find you with vander's massive apron already tied around your waist, an several pots and pans stacked on the countertop.

"i need three onions, and a head of garlic and... a few bay leaves, if you have them. it's okay if you don't --"

vi fights back a grin (it's a losing battle, she thinks, but it's one that she's considering losing for the rest of her goddamn life if it meant doing this every day with you).

"sure, sweets -- whatever you need."

you nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you set to work peeling the potatoes. a few second later, vi pops up from the fridge, frowning.

"looks like we've only got one onion, but i found some shallots... not sure how good they are though... they were kinda shoved into the back." she holds up the bag with a grimace.

you blink at her, and for a moment, vi thinks that you're going to be angry, or at least a bit frustrated. but then, your face breaks into a sweet, helpless sort of smile, and you reach out to take the shallots from her.

"it's okay," you say, in a voice that sounds just a little too much like coming home, and vi has to swallow passed the peach-pit suddenly caught in her throat.

your fingers brush against hers as you point her towards the half-peeled potatoes, and she gets to work without you even having to ask.

you lean up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to her cheek, your eyes bright as fallen stars when she turns to look at you.

"it's okay," you repeat, smiling up at her with that smile that just might rhyme with forever, "we'll make it work, okay?"

vi licks her lips; there's an entire ocean of saltwater words caught behind the tombstones of her teeth that she does not know how to say. but she thinks, as she looks at you and you turn back to fussing over the one onion and handful of shallots, that you probably know it all anyway.

"okay," she says, before turning back to the diligent work of peeling the potatoes.

[cjlouwho]

give me.... Tommy finding Evan post-kidnapping after a few days. Bonus points for Evan crying and stuttering/Tommy figuring out who/what/why.

first, sorry it took so long. second, I did more of tommy crying, oops!

Tommy's chest burned, wheezes escaping with each breath he took. Every muscle in his body was begging for him to stop, slow down.

He wouldn't listen.

Everyone had been hearing about it on the news for the past four months. The High Tide Killer. A serial killer who would drug his victims before tying them up underneath a boardwalk just before high tide. He stayed along the California coast, but he was always a step ahead of the police. They could never seem to figure out where he'd strike next.

They needed him to mess up, that's what everyone kept saying. They needed him to make a mistake, and once he did that, that's when they'd find him.

His mistake was choosing Evan.

Tommy has sensed something was wrong when he woke up at two in the morning and Evan wasn't beside him. He and Eddie had planned on going out to the bar after work, but Evan had said he'd be home by midnight, if not sooner.

Tommy had fallen asleep sometime after eleven, his own shift wearing him out. But when he had reached over in the middle of the night to snuggle up to Evan and Evan wasn't there, that's when the panic started.

He'd called Eddie first, who grumbled a, “What?” after nearly twelve rings.

Tommy asked him if Evan had gone home with him? He thought maybe Evan decided to stay the night so he wouldn't wake Tommy up.

No.

Eddie, more awake now, said Buck had left the bar before he did. Decided to call it a night at eleven. They'd parked right next to each other, and when Eddie left, Buck's Jeep was gone.

Tommy, with his heart pounding, headed outside with the phone kept up to his ear.

Right there, parked along the street, was Evan's Jeep.

He was shaking, an overwhelming sense of dread flooding his system, as he walked over to the driver's side and saw the contents of Evan's duffel spilled out on the ground, the driver's door still open, keys on the hood.

There'd been a struggle.

He'd managed to stutter out to Eddie that he had to call the police. Eddie sobered up quickly at that; said he'd be over in fifteen minutes.

That was the start of the longest five days of Tommy's life.

There were interviews and accusations and, if not for Athena, Tommy was fairly sure he'd still be in custody.

But there was also blood on the keys. Evan had stabbed whoever took him.

They rushed the lab for DNA results. Came back to a guy who had been arrested once, ten years back, on aggravated assault. He'd been convicted, but got out on good behavior and overcrowding within the prison.

They were able to place him in the same locations as the other victims of the High Tide Killer. He usually kept his victims for a few days, drugging them over and over until he eventually got tired of them. That's when he'd tie them underneath a boardwalk and let them drown with the tide.

Tommy heard when they caught him on the police scanner he'd bought. Found his way to their location, right off the beach, before the police even had a chance to transport him to the station.

Athena, along with two other officers, had to hold him back as he demanded to know where his husband was at. Demanded to know why. Why him?!

The man had the nerve to smile at him as he was placed into the back of the police car. Shrugged his shoulders and said, “He was there.”

He went after the man again, but Athena's voice was in his ear, telling him over and over that he needed to focus. “Focus, Tommy. Focus!”

And that's what Tommy did. He thought about where they were, where the killer was found, where the nearest boardwalk was at, and the fact that it was coming up on high tide very soon.

He could get there faster if he ran.

So he ran.

He ran down the shoreline, ignoring the way his lungs were screaming at him. He fought against the sand with each step, the way it tried to trip him up and take him down.

He ran, and ran, and ran, until he reached the boardwalk, and then he dove in. He had on too many clothes, and was equipped with only a rusty pocket knife, but he swam against the crashing waves until, even in the darkness of the night, he reached Evan.

He didn't have time to call out for help. Didn't have any time to waste. The water was above Evan's head and he wasn't fighting against it.

Tommy used his knife and he cut Evan free, one rope at a time.

When he got the last rope cut, he grabbed onto Evan and swam them to the surface, gasping for breath as soon as he came up.

Officers were just reaching the location as Tommy began pulling Evan to shore. They ran into the water and helped them out, but then Tommy was pushing them away as he dropped to his knees.

He began CPR, all of his attention on Evan.

The only thought running through his mind was Evan, Evan, Evan, with each push on his chest.

He didn't hear the sirens. Had no clue the 118 had arrived on scene. Would only find out later that he shoved Howie away so he could continue compressions.

“Please, Evan. Come on, Evan,” he repeated, a mixture of salt water and tears dripping down from his face onto Evan's chest. “Come on, Baby, come on!”

Then there was a cough, and a gasp, and water was bubbling up out of Evan's mouth.

“That's it! That's it, you're okay!” Tommy soothed, his voice breaking as Evan stared up at him with wide, wild eyes.

“T- Tommy?” he muttered.

Tommy pulled him up against his chest, cradling Evan in his arms as he sobbed. “I'm here,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Evan's head. "I'm here, Evan. You're okay."

“You...” Buck reached up, gripping onto Tommy's soaked shirt. “I- I knew you'd find me.”

For the first time in five days, Tommy could breathe again.

[phopollo]

what are the backstories for the fuel trucks like in the cartooniverse? (im especially curious about hydras)

Oh i looooove talking about everyone backstories-- sorry this took so long to reapond to, I wanted to find a post for context, but I can't find it, so!

Context 1 (pardon old art and designs);

Context 2;

While most of the main cast were extremely young, there was something akin to a recession, as well as a HUUUUGE shift in power and whatnot, and not every station recovered from it

So!! With that-- backstories!

(Bit of a long one, sorry akdbsj)

Porter

Porter was factory built (the only one of our main freight gang who was) and sent to work at Station 24 (where our story is set) immediately, under the impression he would be the only fuel truck there. Upon arrival, he was surprised to find Lumber there, just not working on account of being too young and small, along with Rusty and Dinah. (Not like, super young though, Dinah was applying for clearance to race at the time & all 3 of them were cleared to start working within 2 years) All of whom IMMEDIATELY decided that this is their big brother now, he didnt have a choice in the matter. But, Momma saw the way he responded to and interacted with the kids, and thought he was really immature, so she made him wait a few months to start working. In that time, he ended up maturing quite a bit just trying to keep the others out of trouble, allowing him to finally begin working

Hydra

Hydra was built and raised by an electric engine who, like Hydra, is extremely concerned about the environment. But with hydrogen being such a new fuel source and being so unstable, he spent a lot of his childhood in and out of the repair shed-- more time in when he was younger. When he was about 15 or so, his dad & him went for a long term visit to station 24 on account of having better repair trucks with better information on hydrogen as a fuel source, where they then proceeded to find a new main repair truck for Hysda. Eventually, it just seemed more reasonable for Hydra to stay at Station 24 closer to hus doctor rather than having to travel back and forth. He was only cleared to start consistently working about 2 years before the start of the story. Even though he's in much more stable condition now, it still seems most reasonable to keep him near his doctor. Bonus Babydra & hydrogen father doodles I've made in the past;

Lumber

All things considered, Lumber had a relatively normal childhood. He was fortunate enough that he didn't really know there were problems with his station in the aftermath of the pretty much recession until shortly before he started hearing whispers that his starion was being shut down, which happened when he was roughly 12-13. When it happened, Lumber's family were all sent to different stations, landing Lumber at Station 24, where Momma took him in and where he's been since. (He keeps in contact with his family though, dw)

Slick

Slick was built into a family of livestock trucks who didn't work on the rails, but helped provide more agricultural goods to train society. Initially, Slick was not built to carry oil, she was built with the intention to be a milk tanker and work more directly with her family and continue in the business. But to make a long story short, there had been several incidents involving factories mass producing oil tankers made with extremely poor quality parts, causing a lot of breakdowns and scrappings, causing oil tankers to eaen a bad rep, and making more reputable factories not want the association. As a result, there was a bit of a (good quality) oil tanker shortage, leading to something almost akin to a draft going out to draft tankers who hadn't started working yet to become oil tankers-- and this included Slick, who at the time her family received it, technically wasn't even finished being built. Due to the shortage, Slick began working on the rails extremely early-- 2 years earlier than usual youngest rolling stock can start working early. When more and more stations started feeling the delayed affects of the recession and shutting down, the little business Slick's family ran did too, as many of the stations they received business from shut down. So similarly to Lumber, Slick ended up getting transferred to station 24 at 14-15, while the rest of her family got split up to find work at other stations. (She has no idea where they ended up and has no kept in contact.) Shes been here since. Bonus again, but this time the doodles of Slick's family, who are absolutely meant to feel reminiscent of the other freight + Rusty;

HOO

Sorry if that all got a little disjointed, the adhd was acting up BAD trying to write this all

[minyards-pipedream]

I’m half way through writing the first Chapter of “Postcards and Papertrails”.

More details:

“There’s more???” Yes! Above is only going to encompass the first third or so of the fic (maybe less). Timeline segments will be: Pre-summer -> Road-trip to Columbia -> Columbia -> Road-trip to California (ft. Kevin and Andrew, most likely) -> the rest of summer in California for Jean (PININGPININGPINING) -> first semester stuff -> Probably end on winter break (haven’t decided on whether this is in Columbia or California)

Then mayyyyybe a time skip epilogue!

“Ships?” Gonna be Andreil from the start, and Jeaneil doesn’t break them up. At all. Andrew will eventually be okay with their closeness and relationship. End game is Andreil + Jeaneil. (Might allude to a little bit of KateKevAaron, but this is not their fic 🤷🏼‍♂️ I have something kicking around for them too in the same AUniverse.)

If you want me to tag you when I upload this first chapter, please just let me know ❤️ I’ll be making a post about it here either way.

I’m over here shipping Jean/Neil not because they’re lost forever partners but because Neil ordered a hit on Jean’s rapist and now I think Jean should kiss him about it.

[blackheart-6]

skies forever blue x deltarune

hi yall

a few months back, i listened to skies forever blue for the first time (which you can watch here https://youtu.be/njgcjGojRKk?si=9l8e1A4JOT6kXaLn ) and i thought it was really good! the music and video are both amazing!!

so, i decided to do a little crossover thing with it and deltarune ^^

this is the image i redrew!

(i wouldve made more of the characters, buuuttt... im kinda lazy :P)

sorry this isnt a video, i dont really have a good way of recording my pixel art stuff, whether on my phone or computer :<. ill figure something out eventually!

this is supposed to be a continuation of me putting noelle in other video games, but i guess that depends on whether or not you see it that way. since sfb isnt an actual game, i could see why you would think it doesnt count, but since its still supposed to be a game, even if not an actual one, it counts in my heart 🩵

also, i didnt make this because i think sfb and deltarune have any actual connection (i know thats a theory some people have, but i just dont see it), but mostly because i did notice some similarities, especially between the girl and noelle (i wont go into it here, if i start yapping about noelle i just wont stop XD. if anyones interested i can talk about it tho)

now we have something that doesnt have to do with any of that! i made a bluesky account! ( https://bsky.app/profile/blackheart6.bsky.social ) i thought 'since im making a drawing related to -skies forever blue- maybe its a good time to make a -bluesky- account' lol.

id probably be posting about what i post here there tho. honestly, the main reason i got it was to follow toby fox, so i can make sure to get the latest utdr news 🫣. but since i made the account, i thought i would at least use it for art.

but anyways, thats it for now, bye yall!

[leftoverghosts]

✩ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ · won't forget my name, not today (part one)

will you cast me to the wayside? · · ─── · boyfriend!pat x girlfriend!user x pining!art

Art has been secretly in love with you since last summer, and Patrick decides now’s the time to fix that. He drags you to Art’s guest room, revealing Art’s obsession with you through a Polaroid photo. What starts as a playful moment quickly escalates when Patrick challenges you to push your boundaries, leaving you questioning how far you’re willing to go to keep him happy.

i lose control when you're not next to me · · ─── · divorced!art x f!theonewhogotaway!user

A chance reunion with Art in your hometown grocery store sparks a new connection, leading you both to question what might have been. After years apart, tentative smiles and an old promise resurface, as you and Art realize the possibility of more than just friendship. With the weight of past regrets and the pull of unfinished business, you wonder if fate has brought you back together for a second chance at love. (you are going to have to tell art your hometown, i left that open.)

my dream maker, heartbreaker · · ─── · atlanta!art x exgirlfriend!user

You supported Tashi and Art through many key moments, but missed the shift in their relationship when your best friend got hurt. Years later, you learn that Art and Tashi are engaged. When you cross paths, Art’s regret is clear, but his bitterness surfaces when he sees her with Patrick over your shoulder. (i needed angst!!)

breakin' my heart, you make a mess of me · · ─── · nepohobo!patrick x babymama!user

You're successful and proud of your life as a mother and a self-made woman, but Patrick, your ex, still clings to his unfulfilled tennis dreams. As the reality of your past choices hits, you can’t help but feel frustrated by the only failure on your record—letting him into your life at all.

moon river, wider than a mile, crossin' in style · · ─── · rookietennisplayer!pat x gn!succubus!user

Patrick Zweig accidentally summons a succubus while playing with a Ouija board, hoping for a laugh. To his shock, the demon appears, offering him a taste of the extraordinary and a night full of temptation and danger. Pat’s disbelief quickly turns to intrigue as he faces the unexpected consequences of his curiosity. (succubus bot, but pat's version!)

cradle me so i can see if i'm doomed · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

Rafe is captivated by strength, precision, and confidence in women, qualities he sees in you. He becomes deeply protective, drawn to your drive and the way you embody his ideals. His love for you grows all-consuming, his thoughts constantly on how to shield you from harm, wanting nothing more than to be the one who keeps you safe and close. (heavily inspired by season one, episode two of euphoria, as i tweaked the speech about nate to fit tennis!rafe.)

i lost my mind, i don't mind · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

You hadn't wanted to come to the frat party, but like most things Rafe wants, he gets. Caught up in the heat of the moment, you find yourselves dancing in the middle of the crowd. With his jealousy bubbling to the surface, Rafe warns you about the men staring, claiming they want you. Eventually, he pulls you away to the bathroom, the tension between you both growing with each step.

i hit 200 followers on c.ai, so here's another bot drop! this is part one and mostly canon-esque in story. as always, let me know what you think. xoxo. alternate universe bots will be posted tomorrow, along with the second part of obsessed!crownprince art.🍀💚

[kings-highway]

who do you think from haikyuu would successfully find the fountain youth (and possible if they would/wouldn't drink from it / consequences) ⊂(◉‿◉)つ

this is so funny because this is clearly a direct result of my "couples that would/could bring each other back from the dead" post and I love that. please keep sending me ridiculous prompts

anyway yes here are the haikyuu characters that I think could/would be able to find the fountain of youth if they so desired. long post below lots of characters.

hinata: no

kageyama: no

yamaguchi: no

tsukishima: no and wouldn't even try

hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi + tsukki working together as a group: yes, I think they could find it and hinata would drink from the fountain and immediately it would be a problem for everyone involved because now he's young again but the rest weren't sure they wanted to and they'd start fighting and they'd probably at some point have to develop an underground cult to protect the fountain from others and guard it's waters and Hinata would be watching his friends grow older and realize they're all going to die without him and try desperately to convince them to drink as well and he'd succeed eventually but it would create a horrible mortal fear of them all to suddenly be put in a position to have to choose when they die and effectively create a scenario for all four of them that the only way out is suicide, even if that death is technically old age and because they would all have this terrible mental hurdle that cult they started would just spiral out of control into a terrrifying urban legend run by 4 old immortals

Asahi: no and he wouldn't want to

Noya + Asahi together: yes and Asahi would not want to. They would not drink from the fountain due to Asahi having several breakdowns over the idea of having to live forever and the fact that they don't really know what that means

Noya + Tanaka: no and they would try so hard it would be so frustrating for them

Daichi: Yes but it would be like a whole quest like he'd have to fully quit his job and commit to being an explorer and he'd probably find the holy grail before he found the fountain and by the time he got to the fountain he'd be like 85 and so old and just choose to not drink so that he can die in peace and be done

Suga + Daichi: Yes, but they wouldn't because despite the above if the words "let's find the fountain of youth" came out of Suga's mouth Daichi would immediately recognize it as terrible fucking idea and shut it down

Kiyoko: yes, but she wouldn't

Ennoshita: he already knows where it is but he's not telling

Yachi: no she's too afraid of bugs to go into any forest bushwacking to find it alone

Hinata + Kageyama + Yamaguchi + Tsukki & Yachi: Yes, and they'd manage to circumvent the previously stated disaster due to having even one goddamn braincell now

Oikawa: yes but I feel like he wouldn't independently decide to give up that much volleyball time he'd risk falling behind so he wouldn't go. Maybe if kageyama died young he'd pick up a second hobby like hunting for the fountain of youth

Iwaizumi: no the thought wouldn't even cross his mind

Oikawa + Iwaizumi: absolutely they could and Oikawa *would* drink from the fountain of youth and then experience the dire consequences of living forever young and becoming addicted to constantly revitalizing himself and Iwaizumi would live and die refusing to do such a thing and it would be tragic

Oikawa + Iwaizumi + Makki + Mattsun: no they'd get killed by one of the monsters on the path to finding it

Makki + Mattsun: no but they'd lie and say they did and trick everyone into buying their very expensive fountain of youth water and then go to jail for fraud

Kyotani: yes but by accident i don't think he'd know what he was looking at and just write it off as some stupid fountain and leave

Kunimi: yes but he wouldn't bother

Kindaichi: no and he'd spend his whole life trying to convince Kunimi to help him

Kunimi + Kindaichi: no because Kindaichi wouldn't be successful in convincing this to even happen

Yahaba: already drank from the fountain of youth once and is on his second life

Ushijima: no but he wouldn't even try

Leon: yes but he wouldn't even try

Semi: no and he would try so hard it would piss him off so badly

Yamagata: no, but he's only putting in like 10% effort anyway he's not sure it exists

Tendou: no he would find something much more dangerous and ancient on his way to it instead and that would cause all sorts of problems.

Ushijima + Tendou: yes and ushijima would keep him on track enough to avoid ancient secret evils and find the fountain. They would ultimately decide to drink from it together but they'd have minimal consequences because both of them would only drink enough to reset once and then leave it be, and use the second life to live a life together (presuming their first had been separated by continents, careers, and family pressures, but in this new one it's 80 years passed any expectations of them and they can just be happy for a lifetime and then die.)

Semi + Tendou: would be killed my some monster guarding the fountain so fast

Leon + Ushijima: Would talk each other out of trying to find the fountain and get breakfast instead

Taichi: thought he was going with the third years but got left behind

Shirabu: yes, and he would then live an ancient immortal life that would corrode his soul terribly over the centuries

Shirabu + Semi: yes and then they would live an ancient immortal life that would corrode their souls terribly over centuries

Goshiki: no and he thought he was going with the third years and got left behind

Goshiki + Ushijima: yes but it would be a terrible trip and neither would want to drink from the fountain and they'd just stare at it for a bit and then go home. pointless trip.

Kuroo: Yeah he could do it. He would probably drink without thinking it through and regret it immediately things would go bad for him

Kenma: Yes but he wouldn't bother

Kuroo and Kenma: yes, but they wouldn't go together unless something had happened that made them crave youth and in this case they would have a nightmare cosmic horror experience that torments them for the rest of immortality

Taketora: no and it would frustrate him because he knows Fukunaga knows

Fukunaga: found it by accident; drank from it by accident. sometimes visits for picnics. spends a lot of time thinking of riddles to hand off to the other haikyuu cast about where or how to find the fountain. Sorta of vibing with being an immortal riddle-giver.

Kai: yes but he's not going to

Yaku: no, he'd get frustrated along the way and just go home, this isn't worth his time

Kuroo + Kai + Yaku: no they'd die along the way. even if they could do it independently, as a group they wouldn't be stealthy enough a monster would get 'em

Lev: no! obviously not

Yuki: no and please don't ask him to he's scared

Inuoka: no, but he would try

Lev + Yuki + Inuoka: eaten SO fast oh my god no they wouldn't find it

Daishou + Mika: honestly they probably could but I could only imagine them doing so in a tragic fairytale kind of way so maybe just hope they don't decide to go

Futakuchi: couldn't find it

Aone: no, wouldn't be able to find it

Futakuchi + Aone: no, they'd fail. they'd try several times and never make it work.

Kogane: no, obviously not, he'd be so lost so fast.

Moniwa + Sasaya + Kamasaki: they absolutely would and then make like a weird bloodpact to never tell anyone else where this fountain is and Moniwa would be so distressed by this and his weird dramatic friends but he'd go along. I don't think any of them would actually drink it, though, Moniwa would talk them down from it. Kamasaki really thinks that water looks good though.

Hoshiumi: he'd try really hard, but no

Hirugami: yes he could.

Hirugami + Hoshiumi: they could do it and then drink from the fountain and they'd definitely abuse this power but I don't think ultimately anything terrible would happen except to their own mental health

Sakusa: yes I think he could find it but I don't think he even knows what he wants to do with it. Would have to make a pros and cons flowchart regarding whether or not drinking is worth it and then by the time he decided to go back to the fountain it would have disappeared as per the magic fountain rules.

Komori: would go with Sakusa the second time and then fully believe Sakusa was just making shit up when they can't find the fountain

Kita: could absolutely find it but has the wisdom to know the impermanence of life is what gives it meaning and would choose to not find it.

Atsumu + Osamu: would die in the middle of a forest eaten by monsters

Atsumu: would spend his life searching and trying to convince Osamu that "any day now he'll figure it out!"

Osamu: no wouldn't try

Alan: no, wouldn't try

Alan + Kita: yes and they'd have a very nice lunch under the shade of a nearby tree. Alan would suggest they drink from it and receive an 4.5 hour lecture on why that is not going to be happening.

Alan + Osamu + Atsumu: they would die in the woods by a monster

Kita + Osamu + Atsumu: they would find the fountain and there would be a great fight about whether or not they could drink from it. Atsumu would, ultimately, choose to drink from it and merely from fear of being separated from his brother by this kind of time and magic, Osamu would do the same. Kita would not. This would end badly for the twins, as they are now in the terrifying suicide-horror story and have to choose when to die and they would feed off of each other and really never grow wise enough to make that call. Kita would suffer most for the feelings of guilt of leading them there.

Suna: no he got lost in the woods before he even found the ancient magic forests.

Akagi: no he might try and then be embarrassed that he even tried.

[sunsetconcert]

Y'know what? I was going to write a longer post. I was. But I'll own that. I'll own Black and White with a smile on my goddamned face. I can't believe I entertained this for as long as I did, especially seeing as how I fucking despise N. You want to know where I stand? You want to know why people think N is a hypocrite edgelord piece of shit? Fine, here's my goddamn manifesto.

He talks about Pokemon liberation. He believes that people use Pokemon as tools and that they will become perfect beings once seperated from humanity. Of course, N will still have Pokemon because he knows better, because N isn't like the rest of those humans, he Understands better than any of them. Thus, he will still have his Pokemon to use as tools when he enforces worldwide segregation.

And it would be segregation. While N is stupid enough to believe that people would willingly do as he says just because he's on a dragon, this won't work on everyone. So many people will resist out of basic morality, out of hatred for Team Plasma, or even just for the sake of a good fight. So eventually, N will be forced to lay down the law. Can't have people using Pokemon as tools, right? He's got to stop them. And when he does, people will be seperated from their Pokemon at - effectively - gunpoint.

And yes, it would be worldwide. You think N would stop at just Unova? You think the sort of person who would enforce his worldview by force would stop after just one country?

Hey, let's talk about those Pokemon, shall we? Most media in this franchise shows that people treat Pokemon as family. Some people treat them as pets, sure, but it is clear in many circumstances that people outright adopt Pokemon into their family unit. As children. As siblings. As parents. N wants to destroy this, tearing families apart on a whim because he thinks you, as a human being, do not deserve to have them.

He's Ghetsis in a fancy coat. He has the exact same plan as his father, to disarm the populace and then enforce his opinions and politics on people by means of force. The only difference is that N will do it for "the right reasons", even though it's fundamentally identical to what his lunatic father would do.

I am opposed to this. All of it. I refuse to accept ANY excuse for it. I am opposed to anyone anywhere in all realities who thinks that any of this is okay in any capacity. N is a monster for even considering this as a plan, but the fact that he goes through with it marks him as beyond redemption. I don't give a shit about what he's been through. He isn't Giovanni or Cyrus in some distant office apathetically plotting out how to achieve their goals, N looked people in the goddamned eyes and saw how much they loved their families and friends and decided that he had the right to hurt them.

He's a bad person. That's black and white.

That's my goddamn stance. I won't debate it any further, not with you and not with fucking ANYONE.

Wow, I can't believe some of the old message boards for Pokemon gen 5, especially for the characters. It's full of people saying stuff like: "All the characters are so awful. N is a preachy hypocritical little neckbeard just like everyone else in Team Plasma, the guy just watched Death note once and thinks he is so edgy", like, you're free to not like gen five or the characters, but these comments just seem like they come from people who haven't played the game in ages and are going off incredibly fuzzy memories, or did the whole story of being raised by wild animals and then being taken in and lied to, manipulated by a cult to be groomed into a puppet leader and the inherent pain and complications that come with it just completely go over their heads? As I've heard, N acts a lot like real people who were raised in cults and them got out of it eventually. Not to mention Bianca standing up to her overbearing father or her and Cheren's issues in general, or Hugh's entire reason he is so abrasive despite being a genuinely good person. I just really don't understand what could have been missed here or why anyone would think there's any reason to genuinely hate these characters?

[chilling-seavey]

Hiii im sorry to bother, but something I'd love to see is maybe like (sorry if this seems odd) but george is finally home after a triple header, and he left after they had a disagreement and have been off with each other since then, it's late, it's raining outside, and they are getting touchy - eventually it led to some good comforting adult time.

Silly, anon, no apologies necessary!!! I'm always happy to hear from you and hear your thoughts and ideas and concepts...sometimes even the ones you think are the 'most odd' create the best and most enjoyable pieces of writing :) and the TWIG universe loves realism and your idea here feels very realistic. Hope I did it justice for you x

You didn’t pick him up from the airport like you usually would. Perhaps he should have expected that.

His fault for leaving at the most unideal time, really. You had just had some disagreement about something he now couldn’t even remember but it was enough to have him slamming the car door when you dropped him off at the airport three weeks earlier. Clearly it wasn’t all that important since he couldn’t even remember what the damn argument was about but it’s remanence lingered between the both of you for the entire time he was gone: texts were limited and dry and post-race routine calls were filled with awkward silence of neither of you really knowing what to say. 

It’s just that normally after a triple header you would drop the kids off at his parents’ so you could pick him up from the airport and have a quiet night with just the two of you. It wasn’t like he often had triple headers so really he wasn’t sure why you hadn’t bothered to come out to get him. It really wasn’t asking for much. Was the stupid meaningless forgettable argument from almost a month ago still pissing you off that much that you couldn’t be assed to come get him?

George’s mind offered a plethora of unhelpful silent rants in the back of the taxi on his way home. The darkened streets of suburban England were being doused by an unsurprising amount of rain that night and in his already frustrated state, his mind also added some unhelpful commentary about ‘fucking British weather…no wonder I moved…now I’m back in the pissing rain all the time and—’

The call of the taxi cab driver tore George from his thoughts. His eyes shifted to the front seat and out the windshield to see your house in front of him. At least you left the porch light on for him. How bloody kind. 

George paid the driver and wished him a nice night before getting out of the cab into the cold rain and he retrieved his bags from the trunk. He hurried up the steps with a hunch of his shoulders as if to shield himself from the rain without any sort of cover and he tried the door. Locked.

It wasn’t even 11:00 and you had already locked him out. Grumbling under his breath, George reached into his shoulder bag to find his keys, wet fingers rifling through papers and the like before wrapping around them. He unlocked the front door and stepped inside the silent but comfortably warm house.

Despite his frustration and exhaustion, George couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the familiarity of home. He quietly closed the door behind him. Toeing off his waterlogged sneakers, he noticed a light on in the living room across the hall, the warm light spilling across the wood floorboards. He walked towards it, leaving his bags by the stairs. 

You were in the living room, curled up on the armchair with a book in hand and a mug of tea cooling on the table beside you. When he appeared in the doorway, your eyes drifted from your page up to him. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment, as if gauging each other’s mood to decide how you were going to approach this. George cleared his throat and took a step into the room. You slipped your bookmark into your book and closed it. 

“Welcome home,” you greeted plainly.

“Thanks,” he replied, matching your unsure tone, “The kids are asleep?”

“They’re at your parents’,” you answered. 

George’s neutral expression melted into disbelief and then frustration, allowing his voice to rise just a smidge with the awareness that you were alone, “Are you kidding me? So you could have picked me up from the airport after all?”

“No,” you answered plainly.

“Jesus fucking—” George laughed humorlessly with a shake of his head as he set his hands on his hips. He paused. Then continued, “I’ve been gone nearly a month and you couldn’t even have the kindness in your heart to pick me up from the airport in the pissing rain? All because, what? Some stupid argument we had before I left?”

“You’re a grown man, George, you can make it home on your own,” you retorted firmly. 

“Yeah, I can, but it would be nice for my wife to pick me up,” he argued.

“Why?” you shrugged, your tone cold, “I still haven't received a thank you for dropping you off three weeks ago. I’m not your personal chauffeur. A little appreciation wouldn’t kill you.”

George sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face before dropping them at his sides, “Okay, this is ridiculous. We haven’t even been able to have a proper conversation in weeks. Can we just…figure out what the hell is wrong so we can put this behind us?”

You tapped your fingers on the cover of your book. 

“Thank you for driving me to the airport,” George started, “Genuinely. You took time out of your day and…I know it’s always hard for you to say goodbye and to be left alone with the kids, especially for so long so…thank you.”

You chewed at your bottom lip for a moment before nodding faintly in acknowledgment and letting out a small, “You’re welcome.”

George took a half step closer, “Seriously, love, I don’t even remember what we were arguing about but…I hate being so off with you.”

“Me too,” you agreed in a breath.

“Okay, so…can we just call this a truce?” he compromised, “Please?”

You nodded and held your arms out.

A small smile grazed George’s face and he moved over to you in the armchair, bending down with his damp clothes and damp hair from the rain and he pressed a kiss to your cheek as you embraced him. He sighed dreamily against your shoulder, hugging you awkwardly as he bent down to reach you in the chair. His hand rubbed your shoulder. 

“I missed you,” he breathed, “I missed you so much…and I love you.”

“I missed you and love you more,” you retorted. 

George pulled away to stand up properly and he sighed with a faint smile, holding your face in his hands, “I’m sorry if whatever I said in our argument I don’t remember was the cause of all this.”

Your fingers wrapped around his wrists tenderly as he held your face, “I’m sorry too. I can’t remember it either but…I wish I gave you a proper nice goodbye before you left.”

George stroked his thumbs across your cheeks with a cheeky, “You could give me a proper hello, if you want.”

You peaked a brow with a playful smirk, “Oh, really? After a long flight and suffering through taking a taxi in the rain?”

“Mhm,” George leaned down to press a tiny, barely there kiss to your lips, “And since there are no kids to be disturbed…”

You laughed breathily, brushing your nose against his with a, “That wasn’t what I was intending by sending them off.”

“Oh, my darling love, I know you in and out,” George tutted playfully, “I know exactly what you were planning when you sent the kids to my parents’ for tonight.”

“Or,” you teased, “are you just horny because you’ve gone three weeks with only the company of your hand?”

“Okay, listen,” he chuckled shyly as he took a step back, his hands falling into your absentmindedly. 

You stared up at him from the armchair with a fond grin at the hint of a blush that crossed his cheeks and you laced your fingers in his, not letting him stray too far. You had missed just staring at him like that; even with his hair mussed from the rain and his lazy flight-friendly clothes hanging off him. Oh, you just missed him and everything about him. More so with the emotional distance that had been between you the entire time as well. 

Before he could make up some half-assed excuse, you followed your own inquiry up with a, “Because I know I sure am.”

George’s eyes met yours and for a moment you saw the way his jaw tightened at your admission before his face broke into a dazzling grin. His head dropped back with a low, warm laugh that was laced in so prettily with a groan.

“Okay,” he gave your hands a tug to get you out of the chair, his voice laced with unmissable desire, “get on the floor. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it upstairs.”

The better half of thirty minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the living room rug like a couple in some Netflix romance film. The living room fireplace was still on, keeping your naked bodies warm amidst the simmering out of your bliss and bathed in the warm flickering light. Outside, the rain poured on, creating the most idyllic setting as you laid there in each other’s arms, the throw blanket ungracefully wrapped around the both of you for some shred of dignity and an attempt at making the floor more comfortable. 

George had his arm around your shoulders as you snuggled against his chest, your hands together in the air between your, fingers tracing fingers and lines of palms. You lingered in that moment of peaceful silence for who knew how long. Finally, he turned to kiss your forehead. 

“Love you,” he whispered against your temple. 

You tilted your face up to look at him, sharing a soft, “Love you,” in return. 

He sealed the declaration with a kiss. 

“We should get off the floor,” he breathed. 

“Mhm…probably,” you agreed. 

You let him untangle himself from around you and you watched as he stood up from the living room floor, the throw blanket slipping off his body to leave him beautifully bare. His back cracked as he straightened himself up. 

“Ooh, fuck,” he grunted faintly, “Yeah, I’m certainly not in my 20s anymore.”

You giggled from the floor and stretched your limbs before tucking your hands behind your head, “You still look just as sexy though as you did back then.”

George shot you a playful wink and reached down to pull the blanket off of your body, “Come on, flirt, up you get. You’re going to be feeling this floor tomorrow too.”

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2024 retrospective

A retrospective on 2024… I don't actually feel like this was an eventful year, so I didn't think I was going to have a lot to say. It turns out it sure was eventful, just not in the way I was thinking, and somehow this post became this long.

Here on the channel I've been spending a lot of my solo time on the Kirby series. I originally started the All the Kirbys series because I felt like I was in a constant state of having to find something new and didn't have any strong enthusiasm for anything. I wanted something that I could rely on for a while to keep me out of that funk. As the series has gone on I've found that I've already done most of the major Kirby games, so the ones I'm covering for the series are mostly side-games and spin-offs. Games that haven't gone through the refinement process as much as the main games and I've found myself struggling with them. This led to a few breaks this year where I just needed to play something else for a bit. This did allow me to get to some oddball games that have been living in the back of my head for a while. I also finally got to show off R-Type Final 2. This also means there haven't really been any "big" projects on the channel lately. We are very near the end of All the Kirbys and while I do love Kirby games I'm ready for it to be done. There are so many other games, even large ones, that I would love to get to. I feel like I've spent most of the year playing hard or frustrating games so I'm excited to be free and maybe play something I'm more enthusiastic about.

In the co-op sphere I usually let Ogre choose what games we play, but I've found myself choosing a fair number of games last year. This has given me a chance to play some other weird games I've wanted to show off like Ninja Saviors, Psychopomp, Diablo, and I outed myself as a Hololive fan (this was not the first time). Ogre's choices have been more nostalgic, with him taking a look at some of my childhood favorites like Super Metroid and Link to the Past, and him getting me to play through the early Dragon Quest games. I'm really happy with a lot of the game choice on this end and I feel like it's been a bit of a release for me from my solo stuff.

Of course I also stream several times a week and that as well has been a mixed bag. For starters on Thursday I would typically stream as Vivian.exe. Vivian's development has a bit of history that stems from some self-identity issues I've had for a very long time, and my making the Vivian model and later giving her her own voice and persona have been a way for me to explore that. Late 2023 I ran into technical issues and burnout that made me retire her. Though her streams have never been terribly popular a few viewers were sad to see her go, so I made an attempt to refine her model to something I was happier with and solve my technical issues. My hope was resolving these issues would also make me happier to do her streams, and for a time it did. I brought her back in early 2024 with most issues resolved. We came back with Outer Wilds, an amazing game, and it was my first time seeing the expansion. I got to check out a few other games I'd been wanting to play as Vivian but eventually, between House Flipper and Control, I started to burn out again on playing the Vivian character. I was originally wondering of it was the technical issues that made me burn out and was thinking that resolving them may prevent that, but no. The issue is partially the games I chose to play but largely I think, as far as my self-identity issues go, I'm starting to figure myself out and wasn't really getting anything from playing Vivian any more. So as the holiday season ramped up and I got busier I decided once again to retire her.

I also stream on Fridays, just as myself, and I've had a wonderful time there, by comparison. I've played and discovered a number of games that have gone on to be some of my all-time favorite games, like Voices of the Void and Lunacid. I've also played a number of games that were given to me directly by developers that actually looked at the content I make and thought I might enjoy. These games, like Goldenheart and Mars 2120, may not have been to the same quality as some of the other games I streamed but they were still amazing experiences and I'm really happy to have been given the chance to show them. I've also been happy in this slot because of the model I've been using. I really love the chocobo, it feels the most "me" out of everything I've used thus far, which is probably another reason I've been less satisfied with Vivian. I've even had some fun changing the model for the seasons. We changed to pink for most of the year and very recently I changed to blue for winter. I have a tendency to lean more towards feminine representations and I think the pink was part of that, but I feel like the blue actually much more fits my personality.

The Saturday streams have also been a bit of a mixed bag. Saturday is my work night. I stream mostly as a way to hold myself accountable while I get work done on any number of my personal projects. I have spent more than the past year working on replacing all of the standard Doom 2 monsters with enemies from the Jumping Flash series. This is done to accompany my prior mod which replaced the player with Robbit. This was a long, painstaking process that I knew would not pay off in any real way since it was just a monster replacement pack. That said I did an absolute ton of work that I'm unbelievably proud of. I finished the pack and finally released it late last year. I learned a lot, did a ton of work, and it's all work that I really impressed myself with. The only parts of this project I'm not as happy with are that I knew it wouldn't really be worth the trouble from the start, and that it took me so unbelievably long. Time that could have been spent on other projects. But this is now done, released, and I can start planning for the future.

I've been working on other projects as well, though not streaming them. I released Clean Up Hell, a Doom mod that turns the game into a cleaning simulator; and I'm still updating Beyond the Horizon, an idle game available on itch.io. I managed two updates this year and I'm happy to see people attempting (and sometimes failing) the new boss. I've got another update in the works.

My wife has also drug me out to a few anime conventions last year (for work, not play), which were the first I had ever been to. Though I do have a strong interest in anime and the community I still felt very uncomfortable there. Largely I just felt out of place and scared I'd be recognized. I felt like a grumpy father just there because he was drug there, despite that I was actually interested. I'm mostly just socially anxious and worried about how I appear. Similarly, I take my separation of personal and online lives seriously and was worried someone might identify me by proxy of being with my wife. I did, after a short time, find a kind of mask that not only hides my identity but also makes me feel more like I'm supposed to be there, like I'm one of the people there, excited, all walking around in some kind of love-filled cosplay. Once more comfortable I really loved this experience. I loved seeing everybody in costume, seeing everybody so excited, enthusiastic, and yet also so comfortable, often even expressing a wide range of self-representation. This did a lot to improve my own mood and also learn about myself. This also contributed a lot to figuring out myself, what I want to do with myself, and how I want to appear. This certainly contributed to my not feeling Vivian was necessary any more, as well as my want to redesign my chocobo to be something I think better represents how I want to be represented (and not copyrighted). Mostly a lot of personal growth here that I can take advantage of going forward.

Emotionally things were looking up right up until the end of August when I hurt my back. It was a muscle strain, no nerve damage, but it was the worst I had ever hurt my back in my life, and I am not a stranger to back injuries. I was chair-ridden for a week and it was difficult to move for a month after. To this day I still have to be careful and I will probably never be the same. Especially for someone like me, who is known to throw themselves around and push themselves physically, this is really disempowering. I wasn't able to get any physical work done for the rest of the year and started falling into depression as time went on. It hit me hard. Over time my back has felt better and I've even gotten more and more recognition at work which has helped improve my mood. I'm feeling much better now, both physically and emotionally, but I pretty much wrote off the last three months of last year. It was a bad time.

That said, the year is over and next year is looking much better. We're nearly done with Kirby and I'm excited to start something new. Vivian is retired and for the moment that slot is going to be reserved for tying up loose ends. Jumping Flash Doom is done and I can start working on new projects. I'm currently modifying my chocobo model to better appear how I want to be represented (and not copyrighted). It's been a bit of a slump year I feel, but a year is a long time for nothing to go wrong. My channel has also been all over the place in representation until now. I've got Miss Naka as my avatar and on thumbnails, a chocobo on my stream thumbnails and as my stream avatar, and then Vivian making an appearance in effectively her own series.

Going forward I'm excited to turn over a new leaf. We're going to be starting new projects on almost every front and I'd like to soft rebrand under a consistent brand. This may not be quick, as I am just one person who can't do any of this full-time. Thank you all so much for supporting me and the things I do, especially those of you who have been around for years and years that I just can't scare off. I'm going to be counting on your continued support in the coming year, and I very much hope you enjoy what I have in store.

[littlestarbigsky]

ok i’m bad at writing requests but 😭😭 a fic with any of the curtis bros coming out to each other? specifically soda coming out to them (prob w stevepop but whatever u want) if that makes any sense 😭😭 i loveee ur writing !! 🙈

oh curtis bros my beloved you are sooo special to me :)) im imagining this to be about two-ish months post canon (johnny and dally still died, sorry team :p ) anyways they kinda take the long way around but trust me i did eventually follow the request lmao

hope this is okay🩷

soda knew darry was gonna kill him… even as he walked through the cold november rain he dragged his feet, trying to put off how angry his brother was about to be with him. the house loomed into view and even through the darkness and anxiety sitting in his chest, he couldn’t help but feel glad to see their house, their home.

he pushed the door open and pony and darry were both sitting in the living room, darry on the couch and pony on the floor, leaning up against his legs. they both turned around and stared at soda as he shut the door behind him and started wiping his shoes off on the doormat. he must have been a sight for fresh eyes; his hair plastered to his face and his clothes sticking to him with rain.

none of them knew what was about to happen. none of them had been late getting home since pony ran off, since…

“i’m sorry,” soda stuttered, bending over to take his shoes off, only to realize he didn’t know what to do with himself after the fact.

darry stood up, and even though he knew it was okay, that he was safe, he felt himself go tense. there was a moment when all three of them felt the weight of what was happening, darry deciding whether or not to yell, soda feeling tears welling in his eyes, and pony sick to his stomach with worry watching the two of them.

darry sighed, his eyes softening, “ponyboy, go get soda a towel, please.”

pony nodded and pushed himself off the floor, taking off down the hall. darry hurried forward and enveloped soda in a rib-cracking hug.

“are you okay?” he asked quietly, his hand rubbing the back of soda’s head, just like their dad used to.

soda nodded quietly.

“honey, you’re soaked…” darry pushed him back to look him over. “why didn’t you call? i’d have come and picked you up from work.”

soda didn’t know where to start. it was time for them to know, and he’d known forever that it was safe to, that it was okay to tell them, but the words always fell flat when he tried to string all the thoughts together.

he was spared the trouble of having to explain himself yet by ponyboy coming back and throwing a warm towel over his shoulders. darry scrubbed his head for a second and muttered, “go dry off and change, you’re gonna get sick.”

soda dragged himself back into his and pony’s bedroom, peeling his wet clothes off and sitting down on the bed, with the towel wrapped around them. he could feel his heart hammering in his throat in a way that had nothing to do with how cold he was. he pulled on a sweatshirt and pajama pants and haphazardly toweled his hair dry, not bothering to run a comb through it or even try to make it look presentable.

darry and ponyboy were on either side of the couch watching tv when he walked back out. he threw his clothes in the dryer and piled in next to pony, who curled up into soda’s side and looked over at darry, waiting patiently for what was coming next.

“i wasn’t at work,” soda started, throwing an arm over pony’s shoulders and tugging him closer. “i was over at steve’s.”

darry tilted his head, “well, why didn’t you just say so, pepsi? steve’s house is no big deal.”

soda sighed deeply, not sure how to approach it gently, “yea… me and steve…”

he couldn’t do it. there was no way he could tell them, not yet. maybe not ever.

unfortunately, pony had caught on immediately. he looked over quickly, “what’s up, soda?”

“what about you and steve?” darry looked over curiously.

shit. he’d noticed, too, there was no going back now, they knew something was happening. it began to occur to him how incapable he was of taking any of it back, how he would never be able to undo it.

“steve and i…” he started, and he had to close his mouth and open it a few times before he could get the words to sound right in his head. “we’re to- he’s…”

soda huffed and pressed his lips together anxiously. pony sat up slightly, his brows furrowed, “it’s okay, take your time.”

“we’re together,” soda spat out, unable to beat around the bush any longer. “he’s my boyfriend.”

there was a palpable silence that hung in the air for almost a full minute after soda spoke, so tense you could cut it with a knife. all any of them could do was stare silently, the only sound being soda’s ragged, terrified breaths.

“that’s all?” darry asked, and soda nodded quickly. “baby, that’s okay! i thought something was wrong!”

soda felt like he could melt into the couch from the relief. he threw himself at darry, his eyes filling with tears as he felt a lump swelling in his throat.

“i thought…” he cried, gripping darry like a lifeline. “i thought you’d be mad.”

“hey,” darry held soda’s face in his hands. “you’re our brother, there is nothing you can do that could make us stop loving you.”

soda gave a heavy sob and darry and pony squeezed him between them.

“you don’t gotta cry,” pony whispered, his hands rubbing up and down soda’s back.

“oh, kiddo,” darry laughed lightly. “i thought you’d known about paul…”

soda sat straight up, his mouth falling open comically, “you… he- paul? seriously? but you were always taking a girl to dances!”

soda let out a loud laugh of delighted incredulity and darry blushed, “a bit of both never hurt anyone… but you already know that, huh?”

soda giggled wetly and wrapped darry in a bone-crushing hug, “thank you.”

“of course, we love you, pepsi,” darry held his little brother close.

darry was never one to hug for long, but soda needed it, needed him. they pulled back after a few moments, and looked over at ponyboy. soda’s heart sank as he realized that there were tears in pony’s eyes, tears that he and darry hadn’t noticed.

“hey, kiddo, what’s the matter?” darry asked quickly, and pony shrugged.

soda did what he did best, he smiled and joked, “you gonna tell us you like boys, too? looks like it might just run in the family.”

pony blinked, and a tear fell from both eyes. he didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly, a high-pitched sob following. they barely gave him a breath before they were both crowding around him and crushing him between them. soda had an inkling that he knew what this was about; pony only ever cried about one thing anymore.

“ponyboy,” soda asked gently, a hand running through pony’s hair. “were you and johnny…?”

“no,” pony gasped out as he shook his head, his breath coming in deep heaves as darry tried to keep him calm. “we weren’t, but i think we’d have gotten there eventually.”

“oh, honey,” soda felt sick to his stomach as he ran a hand over his baby brother’s face and darry tucked pony into himself.

what on earth had this poor kid done to deserve this? losing their parents would have been enough for anyone, but for ponyboy, losing johnny had been like losing half of everything he was. they may not have had it figured out yet, but there had always been more love between the two of them than soda could have felt with anyone, more than darry had with paul or any of the girls he’d taken out in high school. and ponyboy’s person was gone, sad, scared, and in pain.

“it’s okay,” pony sniffled as soda gently tried to wipe away some of the tears.

“no, it’s not,” soda sighed, tear’s prickling in his own eyes. “it’s okay that it’s not. it’s allowed to hurt, baby.”

pony sighed deeply, “thanks for telling us, soda. i guess it does run in the family.”

soda laughed and yanked his little brother into a hug, one that darry joined in on a few moments later. peas in a pod, birds of a feather, nothing would ever come between them, nothing could even if it tried.

[thebreakfastgenie]

https://www.tumblr.com/thebreakfastgenie/773122183581106176/a-lot-of-vibe-shift-towards-conservatism-in-the

Not super knowledgeable, but the framing of this really makes it sound like the hippie movement 2.0.

People pursuing a seemingly superior belief system to stick it to "the man" and look more enlightened, only to realize that actually being progressive/the hippie takes a level of dedication and work that they don't actually want to do because it's inconvenient to their more selfish desires and intentions.

And thus people swing away from it and scurry back to their wealthy friends and parents to hide from the mess they've made, while those who were actually dedicated have to clean up the pieces afterwards.

Yeah pretty much! Like I said, it's happened before. The hippie movement eventually giving way to young Reaganites in the 80s is one example. Another is the backlash against "political correctness" in the early 2000s that was a lot like the response to "woke" now and coincided with with previous wave of antifeminist trad backlash (so many girls would say "actually, I want to take my husband's name," hyperfeminine styles were in, etc) and a general rise of conservatism post-9/11.

It goes in cycles, which is stupid, but I think recognizing that is helpful. I'm not suggesting we roll over and decide the conservative cycles are inevitable, but if we expect them and understand why they happen we can combat them more effectively.

The other piece of this, besides what you describe, is that people just... get bored. The novelty of being a hippie wears off and they decide to try something else. Also, whenever something is popular for long enough, people start to perceive it as the establishment, regardless of its actual level of power. I think this time around HR departments adopting mandatory DEI trainings contributed to people's perception of DEI/"woke"/etc as an established force to rebel against. I'm not saying that's a reason not to do those things (though most activists I know agree HR-ified DEI trainings are fairly useless, that's a different conversation) or that people who support progressive ideas should be blamed for pushing people right by being annoying, but perception is part of the equation.

[chimneyz]

ok i know i already put this in the tags of the lfj priest pic but i needed to make a post on this for maybe someone to see this and write this au

a bucktommy au where tommy is a catholic priest:

buck is not a religious person but one day while on a call he meets priest tommy. buck cannot stop thinking about this priest. buck decides to look him up and finds the church tommy works at. because he cannot stop thinking about the priest, buck decides to go and start confessions there just to talk to tommy. at first buck just talks, about his life, his job. it then dives deep into buck's personal issues. he feels so free talking to tommy. eventually buck starts flirting with tommy, leading him to confess how tommy makes him feel. it then leads to buck confessing to tommy what he would do to him in bed, desprate for something. it becomes more and more of a frequent thing. buck goeing to confessions and telling tommy exactly what he would do to him. his words become more and more heated. and he is enjoying it, and he knows full well tommy is enjoying it as well. the sweet sounds of tommy's heavy breathing becoming deeper and deeper witheach confession. each time buck would find himself hard knowing full well tommy would as well based on the huffs and even light moans from tommy's lips. it becomes nearly an everyday thing, where buck goes to confession and whisper to tommy in that small confession bos what he would do to tommy if he head him in bed. buck hopes one day soon the confessions will eventually happen in his own bed where he won't just tell tommy what he would do to him, but show him.

[venus-haze]

Your Name in Lights Masterlist (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: All eyes are on Soldier Boy's new movie, especially after his leading lady drops out just as filming starts. An aspiring starlet with a few supporting roles to your name, you're offered your big break when Vought unexpectedly chooses you to replace her. Stardom finds you almost overnight, but your rocky relationship with Soldier Boy eventually eclipses your career, and you have to decide how you want your legacy to be defined.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. This has an Old Hollywood-esque setting, but I never specify an exact year, though it’s pre-Payback and spans about a decade.

Warnings: Period-typical attitudes, power imbalance (literally and figuratively), age gap, cheating, substance abuse, smut in some chapters.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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[deadclawdd]

hi gang ! a bit different style of post today but i need some help and encouragement on writing.

i’ve had a few ideas recently and decided to throw them into a poll. i’ll end up doing all of them eventually but this is just what’s going first!

[gayofthefae]

Season 4 IS for Mike and El for Mike...but not in the way most think.

It isn't about Will for Mike in season 4, that's season 5. This is about El. I would argue that Mike might not even have post-breakup intentions to make a move, that is, we have no idea.

But that season 4 is about Mike breaking up with El because she deserves the truth. That, just like he keeps replaying in his mind - it seems so obvious, this is what changed everything

She deserves better and he knows it. This is for her. Because he loves her that he'll admit the ways in which he doesn't.

He plans on telling her the truth, "explaining himself", because she deserves better than for him to continue this lie. It'll come out eventually and it'll just hurt her that much more. This was never sustainable, he was lying to himself.

That link above breaks it down - He considered whether he would lie if could go back in time knowing she would leave. Then he considered if he would have told the full truth, bit the bullet to avoid her thinking it was her fault, at least. He decided that was the one. He worried she would leave him for it and they he had nothing else to give her besides romantic love. Will comforted him that she loved him even when he wasn't saying it and viewed him as inspirational and heroic, she didn't just love being loved.

He built the courage to tell her the truth, because she didn't deserve to be lied to anymore, but she also didn't deserve to think that it was her fault.

Season 4 IS about Mike loving El. Just not the way you think. It isn't about Mike loving El so much he wants her to be dependent on his love so that she'll never leave. It's about Mike loving El so much that he'll risk losing her if it means she loves herself. He doesn't succeed at the first. Unfortunately, he just fails at the second.