#and i do appreciate those simple explanations ! its nice

[insertsomthinawesome]

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

[transgaysex]

very amused by this little cherry chocolate i ate that has the ingredients on the wrapper along with explanations for what some of the ingredients are in parentheses next to them

[askew-d]

Fanfics ideas, cause you love MXTX works . Your top 3 fav MDZS characters will be besties with who (in your opinions) if they were in other universe, with characters from TGCF & SVSSS? Hope my questions are not confusing.....

hi, anon! sorry i’m terrible late for this ask. hope you don’t mind :) i am not sure i can provide great fanfic ideas, but here’s my opinion about who’d be besties with who in the mxtx universes, and i added more than three or favorite characters, by the way:

1. wei wuxian would create a group of besties with xie lian, shen qingqiu and hua cheng (and get together really often with nie huaisang group of friends)

wait up! i mean, wei wuxian would get along with xie lian because of his obvious fair morality principals and they would eventually get along with shen qingqiu for their intimate experiences with their husbands. if shen qingqiu was frustrated with luo binghe, of course xie lian and wei wuxian would share advices. wei wuxian would love to hear xie lian's lifetimes of stories and xie lian would love to hear his in return. shen qingqiu would slowly warm up to them.

and now, why hua cheng? i personally do not see hua cheng warming up to a human other than wei wuxian. not only because wei wuxian is a demonic cultivator, but also because wei wuxian would always thoroughly respect xie lian and have him like a great friend because he also has been treated like shit by others and understands xie lian. i think hua cheng would appreciate that. shen qingqiu would not judge xie lian either, so i guess they would all be ok nicely hanging out.

and they would spend time with:

2. nie huaisang, shang qinghua, shi qingxuan and sha hualing

you cannot tell me that nie huaisang would not become friends with sha hualing. they are both capable of everything. nie huaisang would be a little scared of her at first? surely. but something would happen, perhaps a case in which only he could help her out, and they would end up turning into acquaintances bordering into friends. one hand helping the other (perhaps not always for the greater cause).

anyway, shang qinghua and shi qingxuan though? personally, i think they would hit it off right at the first sight. shang qinghua would help him with writing, even, and open a new word for nie huaisang.

3. jiang cheng would slowly start being friends with feng xin, mu qing and liu qingge (even if none of them will admit it)

jiang cheng? admiting he made friends with those angry idiots mu qing and feng xing who cannot stop fighting? admittng that he made friends with that weirdass liu qingge? and vice versa? no, they will never say it. but fairly enough, i think jiang cheng would end up getting drunk one day, they would all start complaining, being angry, hitting things over, discussing over those gays kissing at their feet all their time, and the next morning, they would just grow an inch closer.

they would still roll their eyes at one another every time they are in a social conference. they would still be tsunderes even if they just spent an afternoon hanging out gossiping back and forth. yet, i think they would grow closer, and in a life and death situation, they would fight together like reluctant sworn brothers.

4. lan wangji would befriend ling wen, mobei-jun and luo binghe

lan wangji and ling wen i think its clear that they would be nice friends, helping each other and having tea together. mobei-jun would just be there because, if shang qinghua must have his time to be with nie huaisang and other human friends, at least hanguang-jun is one human that he tolerates for the simple fact that he does not talk much. so that is enough for him. luo binghe would only become close to lan wangji because they would trade nice recipes for their husbands. and also, it would be nice if lan wangji also helped ling wen, binghe and mobei-jun out with understanding how human works. they would be so confused and would want explanations of human experiences from hanguang-jun (one time or another, i can swear that mobei and luo binghe would want to receive advice towards their sex life too).

5. lan xichen would grow fond of yue qingyuan and he xuan

lan xichen, my dear! for you, i think you would have a good friendship with yue qingyuan, only. with he xuan, i think its horrible to say that he xuan would seem to be a wise guy, so you would become close to him, you would have tea together, only for at the end you have another disappointment to discover that he isnt exactly who you think he is and another time you will be crumbling in sadness, so i will not say it. but there, i will leave you all with this angst side. or perhaps you would get along with shi qingxuan better because he sure been through this whole experience just like you, huh.

6. the juniors would be besties with shang qinghua, shi qingxuan, lan qianqiu, ning yingying and ming fan

do i need explanation for this one? hahah, they would all love to learn more from shang qinghua and laugh at his antics, follow around shi qingxuan just like ducklings, be impulsive with lan qianqiu, play around the town with ning yingying and judge others with the company of ming fang. perhaps beat some that threaten their superiors in the middle :) would love to check their shenanigans.

[deantfwinchester]

A Simple Request - 2/?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: After returning to Jackson, Joel and Ellie finally meet their neighbor, a young woman who teaches at the schoolhouse. While the two settle in, Tommy asks her for a favor - that she look after Joel and Ellie from time to time, when he can't. She's happy to help of course, and may find its a better fit than either could've hoped.

Part 2/?

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: And so it begins! I was actually really nervous to write these two, so I hope it doesn't feel too OOC. I'm excited to keep this story going, so feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Read Part 1 here

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Thursday morning

Lasagna. She landed on lasagna. Warm, hearty, and notoriously labor-intensive, she hoped the meal would express her genuine interest in getting to know her new neighbors, even if it would take a while. Plus, it’s huge and will last a few days, giving them some time to adjust without worry. Plenty of her friends and neighbors had tasted and raved before, so fingers crossed. She had most of what she needed on hand - luckily there were a couple of people in Jackson who’d started making cheeses of different varieties, so she had those at the ready. But she’d have to grind the meat, make the pasta, and pluck a few of her riper tomatoes and fresh basil - better get started early. 

She made her way down the porch steps and into her front garden around 9 am, already having ground the beef and pork, and leaving her prepared pasta dough to rest before rolling. She knelt down by the basil plants in the herb garden with a tiny pair of shears, and clipped enough leaves to chop for the ricotta mixture and toss into the bolognese. 

She was marveling at her herbs�� bountiful growth when she heard the crunch of a twig behind her. Padding through the grass of the yard next to hers was a young girl, probably about the age of her students, wearing jeans and a little red sweat jacket. The girl stood squinting in the midmorning sun, looking curiously in the direction of the garden. Still kneeling by the herbs, she lifted her hand into a wave, and smiled, introducing herself to the girl, who smiled brightly in return.

“I’m Ellie. I didn’t realize we had neighbors on this side,” the girl remarked curiously. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. And, well, neighbor, at least. It’s just me over here, and I’m gone a lot, so it’s easy to miss me,” she explained, voice welcoming and warm. 

“Well, your garden is sick! How do you keep all this stuff alive if you’re busy all the time?” asked Ellie.

“I teach at the schoolhouse in town - kids about your age, actually. So I’m gone most of the day, but I usually have some time early in the morning or at night when I get home,” she said. 

“Oh cool, you’re a teacher! Are you gonna be my teacher? Joel wants me to start at school next week or so,” she hesitated, waiting for her neighbor to inquire further, but she just waited for Ellie to finish, “Joel, uh, lives here too.”

She made a note to fish for more about that explanation later, but told Ellie that Tommy had mentioned new neighbors moving in. She didn’t let on her prior knowledge of their names, or any of what she heard about Joel’s impending hesitance, of course. She was happy to find the girl so chatty after she seemed so solemn from afar the day before. 

“And yeah, I’ll probably be your teacher when you do start! Don’t worry, we’re not super particular at your age though. A lot of independent study and stuff like that. You can focus on the stuff you like to learn about,” she told Ellie. 

“Really? That’s awesome — Last time I was at school it was FEDRA stuff. I was kinda scared it’d be math and drills again,” Ellie admitted, chewing at the inside of her cheek. 

“Oh absolutely not! We can do art, some reading, science stuff, whatever you like. You can spend time at the stables or the greenhouse, kinda figure out how you want to help most around the community,” she reassured the girl, which seemed to put her at ease.

“So, like, we can do gardening and drawing and stuff?” Ellie asked.

“Definitely! You know what, there’s more garden in the back—vegetables and fruit and stuff— would you like to see?” she asked the girl.

“Oh shit really? Yeah, that’s so cool!” the girl exclaimed, and darted toward the back of the house. 

She followed Ellie and showed her the vegetable garden, plucking a few ripe tomatoes off the vine, and showing Ellie how to tell when they’re ready. They talked excitedly about the different parts of the garden for about half an hour, when they heard a door slam, and the hurried pounding of boots against the porch steps next door. 

“ELLIE!?” came a deep, somewhat frantic voice from the front yard.

“Oh shit” Ellie’s expression shifted, turning to guilt when she realized she’d failed to tell Joel where she was. The girl ran out toward the front yard just as another panicked holler of her name rang out. She followed behind the girl, making sure she was alright.

“I’m here, I’m right here Joel. Everything’s fine” she said reassuringly as she approached the man. His head whipped toward her, and once she was again in his line of sight, his shoulders sagged in relief, and the fear in his expression eased.

“Don’t do that, please. You scared the hell out of me. Where were you?” he asked her, suspicious.

At this moment, she walked out behind Ellie and waved once again, this time in Joel’s direction. A deep frown marred his strong features, which she couldn’t deny, were much more handsome than she’d expected from her distant glances. She felt her face redden in embarrassment. 

“Sorry, she was with me. I was showing her my garden in the—” she said before he interrupted her.

“Ellie who the hell is this?” he turned to Ellie and demanded, not even addressing her when she spoke. Uh oh, there’s that prickle. 

“Our neighbor, Joel. Be nice!” she hissed to him through gritted teeth, “She was just showing me the vegetable garden in her backyard.”

“So you’re just going into strangers’ backyards now, is that right? How safe do you reckon that choice is?” he scolded the girl, but from a place of obvious concern. She felt stupid in that moment. Of course she should’ve had Ellie ask Joel before she brought her to explore away from her home, the girl had just seemed so excited she hadn’t thought twice. 

“She’s our neighbor and a teacher at the school Joel. She’s probably gonna be my teacher, I’m not just wandering into the yards of any random stranger I meet!” she retorted, trying to explain her actions. Ellie had felt guilty the moment Joel was looking for her, but knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she’d just forgotten to update him in about forty-five minutes. The two continued to go back and forth for a few seconds while their neighbor stood quietly in her own yard, watching.

She knew she’d made a mistake. Joel wouldn’t even look at her so she could introduce herself. This would certainly put a damper on her dinner delivery later. 

“Just, please don’t do stuff like this. Let me know where you’re going next time. Save me the heart attack” his voice had softened as he pleaded with the girl. 

Clearly he and Ellie were still settling in, which entailed figuring out what their lives would look like here, particularly in terms of boundaries and guardianship. As she observed, the neighbor felt both a pang of guilt at having crossed a line, and admiration for the way they worked through the issue. He expressed his concern and his need to the girl clearly and without anger, and she communicated with him in return. It was clear how well they understood each other, and that they’d done some work to get to that point. Probably more than she’s seen most teens accomplish with their actual parents, if she’s being honest. His tone and absence of prickle when speaking to the girl impressed her, and she was curious to learn more about the relationship between them.

Ellie walked back over to her, “Thanks for showing me your tomatoes and stuff. Maybe I could see it again sometime? You could tell me about the flowers, they’re all really pretty” she probed, hoping for a response in the affirmative. 

“Anytime, Ellie. I’d be happy to tell you all about it. As long as it’s okay with your friend over there,” she said loud enough for Joel to hear, and nodded toward him. He continued to glare at her, waiting for Ellie to return. 

Ellie smiled brightly and ran back to Joel, who gently laid his hand on her back, leading her inside. Their neighbor turned toward her own house to continue her errands before she had to hit the greenhouse to teach a similar lesson to a few more aspiring green thumbs around Ellie’s age. Before she could get back, however, she caught a glimpse of Joel glaring back at her as he shepherded the girl inside. 

Off to a great start.

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That afternoon, she got to work on her multi-layered masterpiece. Sure, her first almost-meeting with Joel hadn’t gone to plan, but she wasn’t discouraged. She’d made a promise to Tommy, and no matter what, she intended to follow through. He and Maria would have a brand new squirming bundle very soon— the last thing Tommy needed was a constant gnawing fear about his brother’s well-being, not when a friend can help lighten the load. 

She’d put her heart and soul into this lasagna as well, hoping she’d reach past Joel’s prickle through his stomach—if she could get him to accept the meal, that is. 

Just before sundown, with her giant covered dish in hand, she worked up the nerve, and hopped down her own front porch steps, crossing the yard to Joel and Ellie’s house. She hesitated as she approached the door, but lifted her free hand and knocked against it, half hoping Ellie would answer and she’d make an easy delivery. 

Her hopes were not realized, as she heard heavy footsteps approach, and watched as a confused Joel opened the door slightly, frowning. He must do that a lot. When he saw she was at the door, he opened it the rest of the way, and raised an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. His eyes stopped at the dish in her hand, and she spoke first.

“Hi. Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier,” she introduced herself, and told him that Tommy had informed her of her new neighbors after they’d arrived. At the mention of his brother’s name, he softened a bit, seeming less suspicious of her now that he knew she was friends with Tommy. Still, he stared at her a moment, before reticently sticking out his hand.

“Joel.” was all he said, as she offered her hand back and shook. 

“So I’ve heard. Tommy’s brother, right?” she questioned, and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. She held out the dish then, and worked to fill the silence, batting away the tension that hung between them after the morning’s events. “Well, I wanted to uh, welcome you guys to the neighborhood. I know the dining hall can be overwhelming, especially when you’re new around here. Thought you guys might like a meal to yourselves while you settle in,” she said to him, eyes welcoming, hoping to smooth his furrowed brow a bit, but to no avail. 

“And I wanted to apologize as well. You were completely right earlier, I should have made Ellie check with her grown-ups before letting her come see the garden. She was so excited to learn, it slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. Do you think we could start over?” she asked. Joel’s frown smoothed a bit, and he started to respond, when Ellie ran up behind him.

“Who’s at the door?” she asked as she approached, “Oh hey! What’s that?” she asked, and lifted the cover of the dish. “Ooh is that lasagna?” she inquired, excited, and their neighbor nodded. A look of realization crossed Ellie’s features as she grabbed the dish from her hands “Is this what the tomatoes from this morning were for? That’s so cool! Thank you!” she exclaimed. 

“Of course! I hope you guys like it. I like to cook, and we’re lucky enough to have all the ingredients we need to make some good stuff around here.” she explained.

“Can you stay for dinner?” Ellie asked, and Joel looked down at her, caught off guard. She knew it was far too soon for that, she was just glad Ellie had accepted the dish from her so Joel didn’t have the chance to reject it. 

“Thank you Ellie, but maybe another time. You guys eat together and enjoy. I’ll see you at school next week.” she said to the pair, and smiled at the girl. She looked back up to nod at Joel before making her leave when, unexpectedly, Joel cleared his throat and spoke. 

“Are you sure? There, uh, seems to be plenty of it,” he asked, brows raised, just now noticing the size of the meal before them.

She chuckled lightly. “Yeah, it’s a lot. Thought, I’d give you guys a couple meals without having to brave the dining hall if you weren’t ready.” Joel nodded in response as she continued,  “And I appreciate it, but I’ve got another to deliver. Maria’s due any day now, I think those two could use a meal to themselves for a bit,” she told him, smiling knowingly at Joel, who was left alone at the door. She could hear Ellie clanking around in the kitchen getting plates together as she raised a hand in goodbye and walked to her own house to pick up the other massive dish. 

Joel stood there, silently, watching her leave. She didn’t turn back, thankfully, as he caught himself staring, almost wishing she’d agreed to stick around. Almost.

EDIT: I have not abandoned this!! Ch. 3 is on its way, I promise. I’m just struggling to gather my thoughts coherently!! Still love the premise here and have a lot more I’d like to do with it. :)))

[innovatorbunny]

Gotta admit I do appreciate how articulate you are when talking about something you don’t like. Personally I find gacha alright because I don’t find myself being too pulled into it, and the exploration part being paired with the game is alright with me because I enjoy visiting the same scenery again and again. It’s just me enjoying repetitive gameplay. I can totally see why you wouldn’t like it.

I follow you partially because it’s nice to see an explanation on why someone dislikes something I enjoy. And that sometimes in the end the thing you enjoy is literally just what someone else hates. It’s preference

(Of course this doesn’t apply to the inherently predatory nature of gacha and similar topics,,, I think it’s pretty safe to say it’s best to agree that those things are just bad especially to those susceptible to developing addiction)

Anyway, have a good day!! Also thanks for introducing me to Elphelt lmao

oh wow really?? ive never really considered myself to be very articulate and precise, in fact its something i think i struggle with, so thank you for that www

anywho, yeah i also dont find myself pulled into gacha too badly, at least not anymore. and i can definitely agree genshin has its merits, lots of genuinely lovely scenery, simple but engaging gameplay and characters that are easy to get attachted to (of course this is also one of its problems considering its a gacha).

one of the main reasons that i believe genshin is so promising is because it gives a lot for free - its a decent replacement for botw for people that dont have the disposable income for that game or the console. genshin is a similar experience that can be played on multiple devices, the pulls are obviously there.

my point wasnt really that the game is bad because gachas are predatory - although that is certainly a reason why its bad. the main problem i was discussing was an inherent incompatibility with the genre of the game and type of game it is. open world is best when there's a concrete conclusion, and gachas are designed to last as long as possible. at some point, the game will start to feel some amount of hollow, even if you still enjoy the game.

im not trying to say you shouldnt enjoy genshin, because even despite this flaw its still very possible to do so. but it being a gacha causes it to clash very hard with being an open world, which becomes noticable once you stop exploring for enjoyments sake and start doing so for a prize.

[thoughtumn]

Thoughts with Autumn

hello, world!

in celebration of my friend Matt's birthday, today we will be writing a blog post. As a self proclaimed connoisseur of connoisseur-ing- I have decided that this holiday be best celebrated by harshly and brutally judging the birthday man himself! So, here is the *definitive* list of ratings of ma.tt blog posts with brief explanations. enjoy!

We can go right ahead and start with Matt’s “Birthday Gift” blog post announcement itself. This post … I have mixed feelings about. It starts incredibly strong- two banger lines one after the other, the second being, ‘WHAT DO YOU GET THE GUY WHO HAS EVERYTHING?’ Like that’s a serve! But then as the reader continues... it’s just not that saucy… to no real fault of its own other than the simple nature of any 'announcement' type blog post. So I’m gonna rate this blog post 2/5. It’s fine. Low stakes. Got the job done. ⭐️⭐️

"Books 2020-2023." I like this post. I daresay I do. It’s short, it’s directly to the point. Matt admits his failings, lagging the last few years. It’s vulnerable. It’s two sentences. Right to business. Then we get the chronological list with links. No fluff. No “reviews.” Some bolded for emphasis. clean. smart. simple. easy. breezy. beautiful. covergirl. My only note on this post is I do think I would’ve appreciated some other notation for genre. ie. an asterisk for fiction, you know what I mean. But I respect this post. 4/5 stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"What’s in My Bag, 2023." This was the blog post that first got me invested in this whole Matt blogging thing. I didn’t really know people blogged to be honest. In the day of super long captions on ig, twitter etc, … the blog … seemed like a fantastical art piece of legend. Not to repeat myself too much w/r/t the “Books 2020-2023” blog review, it’s clear that Matt’s style shines in list format. Something that spoke to me in this piece was the honesty- I genuinely believed that this all was in this mfrs bag. Like yeah. He’s got a heavy bag. Probably has back problems. This bag is simply too full. I got lost in the sauce a little with this post- scrolling down this journey of things I just never will get and never will seriously consider getting, but for one fleeting moment, imagining a life with. Fantasizing about having 3 phones with each associated slew of accessories. There were a few jokes that made me laugh out loud in this one. 4/5 only note is I think could have been minorly edited for brevity//a little slicing could make the whole piece more impactful. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Sunbird Security Isn’t Nothing." This is a very strong post. Explains simply for plebs like myself- educational for all levels of understanding- without lacking the classic Matt charm. Good use of the word “bamboozled.” Good use of directly weaponizing the reader @ apple. My only roast of this post is dude, get off Tim Cook’s dick. 4/5. good post. That last star I reserve for being truly jazzed so no hard feelings. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Text Joins Automattic." Another educational piece for the normie - for that I bitterly thank. Not too much to review. Good clean blog. smart. 3/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Wowza!" Bonus point in here for the mom name drop, cute, wholesome. “I feel like every cell in my body is charged,” lol ok relax… is he turning 40 this year or 140? But adds to the charm of this post. I like this blog a lot. Very genuine, very feel good, I love to feel the awe that Matt feels recounting this experience. This is what reminds me what the whole blog thing is about! Nice ! 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Cost of Spam." I’m rating this terrible to no fault of matt's but that I simply don’t know enough in my regular life to have any idea what’s going on here. Something about twitter bots I guess. But yeah sorry 1/5 because of user error (Reader dumbness) ⭐️

"Do the work." Ok Aristotle. Like ok!!! This one is fun. Like are those the only 2 ways? A government or a boat? What about like making a souffle, with preparation and then prayer? What about like running a marathon, with pain and suffering and perseverance? Both can be successful too. I liked this blog because there’s room for further speculation and introspection. 4/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Preserving Harvard’s Blogging History." Immediate 1 star because ew Harvard. Just kidding. But 1 star because no spice, no pizazz. In the epic words of Miss Britney Spears, “gimme more.” 1/5 ⭐️

"Houston, we have a solution." I wouldn’t regularly review this one because I wouldn’t classify it as a legit “post” more so a caption for a separate piece of media, but the title made me stop and chuckle so honorable mention here. 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"I love WordCamps!" Back to regularly scheduled charm. Well written, well explained. Good chronological exposition. 3/5, 1 point docked because I was jealous I didn’t get to go to word camp. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Thirty-Nine." Closing off this blog with Matt’s 2023 edition of what started all this. Gonna roast the hell out of this one because, it’s the last one and also, because I can! Also, Matt asked for a blog so I’m gonna blog! This post, despite its intended personality, felt impersonal to me. Now that I’ve deeply immersed myself in Matt’s blogging history, I feel like I’ve come to expect a certain candor and closeness in his language and phasing that I’m not quite getting in this freshly 39 year old Matt. Good ref to the Foundation series. Way to flex the milli donation. Big baller shit. But wait I’m scrolling down… “All birthday posts:….” Oh my….. ok so I guess for Matt’s birthday next year I’m gonna have to review every one of his birthday posts. Or maybe I’ll do that for my birthday just for fun. 4/5, added a star because of the links to other years and I’m impressed with the consistency that Matt’s been blogging. Jeez Louise! 22 birthday posts. shooweee. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Happy birthday Matt! I’m bummed to not be in sf to celebrate this week but hope to do so asap! Capricorn legend. I’m inspired to blog now. “Thoughtumn” will live on thanks to you. 

best,

aut🍂

[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 1 Episodes 7-9

Episode 7

-“good try, doggies” she’s so cute

-RAYLAS HUMAN IMPRESSION I CANT

-“snow elf.”

-“I need something more personal than a shirt”

“Underwear?”

HHAHAHHA

-also if Soren or Claudia make any bad choices in the future I’ve decided that it is not their fault in the slightest thank you

-When Rayla said she was gonna ask nicely I didn’t think she was actually gonna ask nicely

-“I’m just a simple human girl who like the human things like bread and complaining all the time!”

“No, you’re an elf!”

“Fine I’m an elf.”

-bruh if that didn’t get it off what the heck will

-ELLIS AND AVA’S BACKSTORY OH MY GOSH

-“There she is! She’s an elf!” BRO WHYD YOU HAVE TO EXPOSE HER LIKE THAT WHATD SHE DO TO YOU

Episode 8

-ELLIS IS BACK

-even if the healer can heal her hand it wouldn’t be any use because the band is still on

-could not be more unrelated but I just remembered that Callum mentioned a jerk face dance in episode 1 or 2 and I can’t even describe how much I NEED to see that

-“How do you plan for indescribable terrors? I feel like you need to be able to describe them first”

-“Flash! Woof! Whoosh! Slish-slash!”

“…is he okay?” “I think he’s finally cracked under the pressure”

-“Callum you may be a dummy but you’re not a fool!”

-don’t worry Callum, I appreciate your weird way of explaining plans

-bruh why does Viren even care about the elf anymore

-if y’all don’t start appreciating Callum’s humor RIGHT NOW-

-Bait you had one job

-I can’t believe they almost got killed by an oversized earthworm

-WHAT WAS IN THE BAG

-why am I getting weird vibes from Ellis all of the sudden is she gonna betray them or something? Like I have a feeling him telling her about the primal stone was a mistake but I can’t put my finger on why

-“knowing you is definitely worth losing a hand for” AWWWWW

-“I’m just a guy who can draw and make wry comments from time to time” yeah that’s why I love you what about it

-how did they just blind a creature with no eyes

-“Get zapped! Hahaha get zapped by the zap hand!” I love him so much

-“I knew whoosh should have been part of 🫡The Plan🫡”

-oh yeah and Ellis I’m sorry I ever doubted you

-WHAT DID VIREN DO TO THE ELF AND WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE NOW

-THE HECK DO YOU MEAN NO MIRACLE HEALER HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THIS

Episode 9

-boy the heck do you mean you can talk to animals how did we not know this

-like talk talk to them or just communicate cause those are two very different things

-“fitting in is boring anyway”

-so is this a magical ability or is he just really good with animals and he thinks it’s more than that because he’s a kid, like I’m not saying he’s lying but I also don’t blame them for not believing him

-“you might say it’s, the ka-tallest” HAHAHA that was funny idc

-hey for every only child out there who doesn’t know how to write an accurate sibling relationship, just watch Soren and Claudia

-bruh there’s MUMMIES in this universe???

-WAS THE MUMMY THE HEALER IS THE HEALER DEAD

-her hand looks so bad oh my gosh

-THAT FACE SCARED ME YALL KNOW I DONT DO JUMP SCARES

-Callum is me when I lose a spider

-“I’m disgusted, and a little impressed” hahahaha

-I don’t understand this animal thing at all he’s being so ominous about it

-“then you have to do the thing” JERKFACE DANCE????

-JERKFACE DANCE

-“I should have figured it out, they were all illusions” um no actually I think you investigated a little too much

-ok but is she gonna give the collar back tho cause ik we love Ava but she’s gonna have it rough without it

-ik for a fact the egg’s not dead cause the show is literally named after it so stop teasing me with this

-Callum honey great idea but we gotta think these things through

-OH MY GOSH ITS SO CUTE

-DRAGONDRAGONDRAGONDRAGON

-so he DOES know exactly what they’re saying?? Is there a magical explanation for this or do we just have to except it, I’m good either way I just wanna know

-you have GOT to be kidding me, the indestructible knife can’t cut the band but a dragon nibbles on it a little bit and it snaps?

-Zym has already done something amazing and he was literally just hatched, most useful character on the show rn

-that short gust of wind that blew in Soren’s face right after he said “couldn’t you do this someplace warmer” was personal

-I was gonna ask why no one but the old elf lady was phased by the giant purple beam of light but then I remembered everything they just went through to get up there

-is Viren gonna just look like that from now on I still don’t even know what he did to the elf, put him in a coin?? Does putting someone in a coin make you look like that?? Remind me to never put anyone in a coin

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

do you like animation? if so, why? do you have a favourite animator? i know that's a big question, but don't worry, one's preferences can change over time :) For me, of late i've been really appreciative of spencer wan (of studio grackle) and oussama bouacheria (of studio la cachette). i think they have really good understanding/implementation of weight and follow-through! If you don't like animation, that's okay, I know it isn't for everyone.

this isn't really an ask, but I just wanted to drop it in your direction - you said "in the sense that they are real things that happen in our world", and that's very much the same way of thinking of art that I use. I believe there's no single definition of "art" - there isn't, really, because every definition is a simplification. And I think that that, ultimately, is what is best for human experience: that we have these simplifications. We call them concepts, or justifications that explain what is in front of us and how we can make sense of it. For me, I think that's what art should do. When I watch my favorite animator's videos, I'm not looking to the artist to do a deep explanation of what is there (for reasons of time etc.) I want to experience the art on the surface: to let the artist's understanding, or interpretation, guide me to the "best way" to experience the work. To me, I don't think a simple meaning is what I'm looking for — I just want to see a story, a narrative that tells me what "makes sense" and why it might. I'm not looking for "deep, true insight," or "true meaning," I just want to see something happening, or someone experiencing something.

And it's just that it's a little frustrating that in art discussions, there's often an insistence that, just as with life, it doesn't have a "meaning" that we can know. "What did you get out of it?" is a silly question, and one that I don't like hearing, even though I do sometimes hear it. It's like looking at a painting, or a TV show, or an animated film, and saying to someone who has no context or experience of art: "Do you have any idea what you're looking at?"

I guess to me there's a difference between something that is art and something that isn't — something that is art does not, on its own, have any meaning. If a work of art is "art," it will do something to me — I may "enjoy" it or "find it moving," or it may leave me "feeling something." It may even give me "knowledge" — the "knowledge" of something that is happening to me or someone else in a real way. But there is no deep "message" to be extracted, no "truth" or "meaning." It's just as with life — it's only "meaningful" when we, ourselves, make it meaningful.

This distinction isn't always relevant, and sometimes it's kind of pointless to ask. (I can't really enjoy the music of this band, for instance.) Sometimes it's just about whether the art is "artistic," and that in itself is worth a whole lot.

But still, it would be nice sometimes to hear the idea put more generally, to have it recognized, to be able to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say this and that, but I think it's all an excuse for pretentious bullshit. Just be and tell me what's happening." I get the feeling that there's a desire for just that sort of "realness" and "meaningfulness," when people say "art." It makes me sad sometimes to see people just throwing around those terms, when it seems so clear to me that a lot of people want them to be this, this great big thing they can project on to their experience of art.

Cool. This is a very different way of experiencing art -- I can't help but hear "what is this art, it is not art" when I hear someone talking like this. I will think more about this after I see/read/listen to more stuff that I agree with this way of thinking about art/experiencing art.

[fadebolt]

Personal room rankings:

1 - Waterfront Facility: C03 (9/10) 2 - Five Pebbles: B01 (9/10) 3 - Challenge #14 Monk (8/10) 4 - Undergrowth: A07 (8/10) 5 - Challenge #67 Monk (7/10) 6 - Subterranean: E05 (6/10) 7 - Industrial Complex: A21 (6/10) 8 - Shoreline: ROOF01 (5/10) 9 - Garbage Wastes: D01 (4/10) 10 - Suburban Drifts: A17 (3/10)

Extra comment: Come ooonnnn, nobody is visiting ROOF01's Shoreline version (aka, the pre-Saint but post-Spearmaster one), and you all damn well know it! I mean, it does look pretty alright, but is that really enough of a reason to vote for it? (I suppose it's up to you, but this round didn't exactly have any obvious bangers, so I do kind of get it, even if I disagree (and just to make it clear, I'm really not mad at this or anything, I just don't agree, that's all))

Anyhow, what do have for this one? Well, we have one from the list, which just so happens to be the least exciting one from the poll - A21. But while I do think it is the worst one in terms of the 'cool-ness' factor, it still does its job reasonably well. Accessing it requires some parkour - parkour that would be a little tricky for first time visitors, so keeping this place simple and easy makes sense. Not only that, it also has a Karma Flower, and a graffiti of a face that occupies the entire chamber. So it ain't bad, it's just a little too simple to really stand out in the second round.

Since that small room was the only one we've got to cover, I decided to add a bonus or two. One of them being:

B06, from Suburban Drifts, a room that is absolutely superior to the one Suburb room from this poll. And the reason is probably very obvious… Yup, you get to grab the Blue Fruits, and that's fricking awesome. Saint has other rooms like this, where you get to do things the other Slugcats couldn't, and the explanations I've given under those ones will absolutely apply here, too. I don't really have anything specific to add here, except maybe a comment on the nearby rooms having a bunch of spawns, but you're Saint, you've surfaces to grapple to, and the room isn't very big. Everything should be just fine. (Please don't check back on the Slugcat Showcase YouTube video. That Red Lizard probably spawned on a different location than the one we got, cus otherwise, I have no clue how it got all the way up there.) I'd still probably give it a 7/10, since it's not quite as cool as some of the other rooms where you get to do Saint Things (like that big one in Icy Monument). It still kinda sucks that it failed, while A17 succeeded, mostly as a result of luck. But hey, that's just how these things go.

And to close things out, we have the finale for Waterfront Facility, TOWER02! This was one of my biggest surprises, when it came to looking through failed rooms, cus like… this thing is so unique, and so well designed, and it manages to be dangerous, but also fun, but also fair, but also nice. I know this sounds a bit like incoherent rambling, because it's kind of hard to identify what makes this place work, but for me, it just does. (I guess to most obvious thing to point at is the wall in the middle. That's definitely a big part of it) So yeah, this one's a 9/10 too, just like C03. Man, Waterfront Facility really ended this round on a highnote, at least for me. I think that region has a boatload of awesome designs, and it was definitely done a bit dirty on the showdown (which is sort of fair, when you consider that it's a preference based thing, and most voters seem to prefer the bright and beautiful areas like Outer Expanse or Sky Islands, over the dark and gloomy ones like Waterfront, but I still appreciate this place).

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 242 R2

This is not single elimination! Every room with at least 15.0% vote will move on to the next round.

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

[chipper-smol]

I totally understand Brownies (from Fairy lore) now

for those who don’t know what Brownies are; they’re smallish fae spirits that do household chores around the house (or barn if you’re a farmer) while you’re asleep. They’re depicted as small men or funky little furry creatures.

They do things like sweeping, dusting, and laundry. In return they expect just a simple meal and for you to leave them alone. However, if you try to pay them or give them clothes they feel insulted and leave.

When I heard about Brownies growing up and chores were daunting and draining I was like??? why wouldn’t you want to get paid??? Isn’t it a bit rude of them?? That’s an overreaction to being given money and/or fresh clothes. That person was just trying to be nice!!

now i’m like

-Oh, my sister wasn’t able to do all of her laundry before work! I’mma just finish it up before she gets home :)! -I’m gonna vacuum today, I know it’s been stressing my sister out how dirty the carpet is -I have energy to reorganize the pantry! I’m doing that so I can cross off another big chore off the list!

I like making people’s lives easier by doing tasks when they’re away.

I can see why a Brownie would be insulted by being gifted money. They don’t want these tasks to be work. They just want to be appreciated. When they’re given money, these tasks go from being small gestures of kindness to something that is expected. Gifts and gestures are so much easier to perform if you know its going to be a surprise.

From an adhd point of view, I can see why a Brownie would be insulted by being gifted new clothes. It insinuates that the Brownie can’t take care of themself. I do sometimes struggle to maintain healthy habits but I’m not gross. If it was an actual problem that is enough of a motivator to get me to change my ways. From the Brownie’s perspective, they’re doing just fine and they don’t appreciate you implying they can’t take care of themselves.

or maybe there are confirmed explanations of why Brownies don’t like money or new clothes that I didn’t find in my brief research-- but the above two points are from my personal experience.

Brownies just want to help make your stressful life easier, and in return they just want a cup of hot chocy and maybe a small chat after you get home from work

[lexinympho]

"Happy birthday!"

Shinsuke opened his eyes to see a small cake in front of him, likely placed there while his eyes were closed, with the phrase 'Happy Birthday Shinsuke' written with icing. The few candles lining the edge of the confectionery were small but burned bright as they provided light in the darkness of the kitchen.

"Sorry it's not much," you spoke as his eyes flickered up to you pulling at the hem of your shirt, "I know I could've just bought a cake, but I really wanted to make one myself. It's more special, y'know? I didn't know how big I should've made it, it's just you and me but maybe you wanted something bigger. I wasn't sure how to go about icing it, so-"

"I love it."

You paused your drawn out explanation at the sound of his voice, looking away from the table to see the soft smile that found its way onto his face, effectively squashing down your worries with those three simple words. You nearly feel the words 'are you sure' force their way out of you on impulse, but you reel them back in after reminding yourself that Shinsuke's never been the type to say something just to make someone feel better.

There's also the fact that he's staring at the cake as though it's the greatest thing he'd ever seen all day.

You take a seat beside him and began singing the age old song, clapping so that your shaky voice isn't the only thing to be heard. He seems to be enjoying the performance regardless of the added claps, swaying the slightest bit with you and stopping once you near the end, "...happy birthday to you~" You don't notice how hard he's staring at you until you finish singing and can't help the bashful smile that creeps up on you as you direct his attention to the cake, "Blow out the candles and make a wish already!"

"I already have everything I could wish for though," he delivered with confidence and an unwavering gaze.

"Shin!" You speak through a laugh, "The wax is melting."

"Guess I should get on that, huh?" He closes his eyes despite saying not even 10 seconds ago that he didn't need to wish, then proceeds to blow out the candles and permeate the room with a nostalgic smoky scent.

You're quick to grab a knife and plate after standing to turn the lights back on, anxious to get his opinion on the cake's flavor. "I'm kind of glad the boys didn't come, they're like bottomless pits when it comes to food," you remarked amusingly while cutting a slice for him.

"The twins especially," he joked with you before saying contentedly, "But this is nice too, just the two of us."

"Not even with Granny?"

"Well I would've appreciated her company but she said she was feeling tired."

"Right," you responded as you handed him his own plate of the plain vanilla cake you slapped together with love.

"And," he grabbed your now free hand to kiss your knuckles before saying, "I spent plenty of birthdays with my family, so of course I'm gonna want to spend one with you for once."

"...Well aren't you a real romantic," you mumble without the faintest trace of malice, far too flustered by his flirtatious habits tonight to think straight.

"You baked me a cake, the least I could do is show my appreciation," he said as a matter-of-fact.

"The least you could do is actually taste it before you go thanking me so much." You gently pull your hand away, already missing his warmth, and say, "Go ahead and critique me."

Sensing your eagerness, Shinsuke picks up his fork and carves out a piece, wasting no time shoveling it into his mouth and savoring the light sweetness.

"What do you think?" You questioned with an expression of expectance.

You were right, he thought to himself. You couldn't make something more grandiose than this simplistic cake you presented him with. You didn't have much time to decorate the house with more than a simple banner and balloons taped to the walls. The only things you were able to gift him were a new hat and a less used pair of shoes, though he had gifts from others to enjoy.

It's not much.

But it's more than enough.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

[punkgrogg]

Doorway Duo pt.4

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 2,884

Notes: Okay I got a new laptop :) and I started a new job so I've been a bit busy but I should have a new chapter out sometime next week

Date Posted: 9/13/2021

“Come on, we don’t have all night. Let’s talk this out, communication is key.” That only caused them to meander their way in, softly shutting the door behind them with an audible click in this silence. Jungkook settled in at the foot of my bed but Taehyung stood next to him, his form rigid. The room had a tense air about it, the two refusing to speak. “Okay, fine, You don’t want to start then I will. Taehyung, how long have you been scenting me without me knowing ?”

“We both have,” Jungkook interjected. His face was resigned into one that expected only the worst outcome.

Well, that didn’t answer my question. “How long?”

“The second week after I met you. I’ve been scenting you since then, Jungkook has only scented you since we ran into that asshole at the grocery store.” Tae spoke up finally but kept his eyes trained on the floor. 

That did make sense but I was confused why Hobi never noticed.“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you knew since Hoseok scents you constantly so after a few days I joined in and started to scent you too. I didn’t know you were oblivious until about a month ago when Hoseok noticed I was on you and you laughed him off. I realized I should probably talk to you about it since you’re dense when it comes to hybrids. But I didn't stop, I kept the pheromones low so I could keep you claimed in between then and now.”His body language was stiff, his eyes trained on the hardwood floors while he clenched his hands at his sides. He looked both defiant and scared, a combination that I would never have expected from the snow leopard.

The possessiveness that permeated the word ‘claimed’ ruffled a few of my feathers and I couldn’t help exclaiming: “You claimed me? What the fuck Tae?”

Taehyung finally looked up, his eyes much softer than I expected, he reached out for me and gently held my hand. “No, it's not what you think. It helps me know you’re okay. I knew something was wrong earlier because the pheromones soured all of a sudden so I ran down to you. Jungkook can attest! With both of our scents entwined with yours, it's easy to know when you’re not okay.”

“It’s why I noticed your pheromones changed with the babies.” Jungkook chimed in once again, he was letting Taehung do all the talking, typical Kookie.

I pulled my hands away to rub my forehead, frustrated a bit at how it just wasn’t clicking for me. A lot of useful information that means jack-shit to me when beating around the bush. “But what does this all mean? You mentioned pack earlier, what does that mean?”

“Well, a pack is a group of individuals who care for each other. It was more common among our grandparents but hybrids our age are bringing the idea back since the laws are changing for us to have more freedoms. By the time the babies are born, I think we’ll be fully independent and we were going to wait until then to tell you about our pack.” Jungkook explained, his hands knotting together under the stress of explaining it to me. I appreciated that he was trying and I knew somehow he was only speaking because of how stressed I looked.

I nodded, that could make sense. “So, we’re all in a pack? Then why did Hobi look so angry when you said that?”

“No, just You, Kook, and I. We are a pack, we claimed you together.” Taehyung finally sat down on the bed with us, his body coiling on the edge as if he was prepared to run at any second.

“Claiming you means we love you Y/n. We want every other hybrid to know that you are loved by us both- so we scent you. It took me a while to do it too but it’s this burning itch under my skin that won't go away until I can smell myself on you. Like Tae said before, when we scent you it helps us keep track of your pheromones so we’re more attuned to if something happens to you.” Jungkook stared deeply into my eyes, his sincere expression willed me to finally understand what they were saying.

Only one thing caught my attention. “It hurts you when you don’t scent me?”

“It drives me crazy, I hate when you don’t smell like me, it’s all I can think about,” Tae explained, his face contrite as he once again reached for my wrist. I let him this time and he lightly rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. Something he’s done a million times but this felt different.

I swallowed hard at the other major point in Kook’s explanation. “And you think you love me?”

Tae scoffed at that. “We don’t think, We know. You don’t have to love us back but you should at least know how we feel before you send us off.”

“Who said you’re being sent off? So what I reek of you two? It’s not hurting me but we’ll have to set some boundaries if you guys are going to keep doing this.” Both men perked up at that, both coming in closer as if we were huddling on my queen-sized mattress. The change in their moods was soothing to the tension that has bubbled up in my chest. ”First of all, we’ll have to talk about this loving me thing. Then we’ll have to figure out what's going to happen when the shelter is fixed because I'm not too sure when the government is going to get its shit together. Then  we’ll have to discuss this whole pack thing a little more- why can’t hobi be a part of it?”

“Whatever you want. We’ll do whatever, but can I scent you now? Since you know, I can do it now  right?” I’ve never seen Taehyung so excited, his eyes animated like he was a kid at Christmas. He leaned forward while bracing himself lightly against my shoulders while I nodded apprehensively. “I can do it fully right? No light scents?

At my second nod, Jungkook appeared to my left as he too broached my bubble. “Dammit Tae, you’re stinking up the whole room.”

Jungkook took to rubbing his head and neck against my own while Taehyung was butting me with his head seemingly everywhere- my shoulder, forehead, and a hand held my own close to his chest. Tae dragged his forehead from the right side of my neck down my shoulder and arm to my inner wrist. Once there he delicately kissed my pulse point. Jungkook had my right side occupied, pinning me into place, his shoulders crowding most of my frame. Our necks were pressed firmly together as he started to run his lips along the skin behind my ear before firmly pressing a kiss there.

The feeling of Jungkook kissing behind my ear made me shiver at the sudden affection. Taehyung groaned. “She smells so good now, smell her Kookie, she smells like us both. Like she’s finally part of our pack.”

Jungkook merely grunted in response as he pressed his face into my shoulder while taking in a deep breath. Tae reversed his process and traced his way back up to my neck where he decided to rest his head against my clavicle. I took a steadying breath to calm the tingles erupting across my body.

“Okay, that’s what you guys have been holding back? I’m alright with this happening more regularly, but not in front of others since Joonie looked so offended and  I assume it’s a more private thing.” They finally pulled away after what seemed like forever and I could feel the raging blush covering both my cheeks as I tried to calm down at the intimacy. “ Now, onto the love part.”

“I don’t have much else to say, it’s a simple fact for me.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He stayed glued to my right side and pulled my arm into his embrace as he played with my fingers idly.

“It’s been three months, you barely know me.” playing with my hand was distracting and there was barely any strength in my argument. It was nice to feel loved but I felt somewhat guilty over this- they deserved much more than I could give them.

“You were meant for us both but if you want us to wait then I’ll hold off on saying it until you’re ready to hear it.” Taehyung raised on his knees and kissed my forehead gingerly.

“You guys can’t be serious.” I shook my head at them both but a quick look at them both showed they had earnest expressions. “Guys what about the shel-”

“Adopt us, as tough as it is right now they’ll allow it especially because you’re living with certified fosters. Then we can’t be separated.” Taehyung spoke matter-of-factly, he reached out and traced lazy patterns on my knee while I stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m not going to adopt you if you guys want to be with me, it’d be a weird dynamic if we went to the doctors and I’d have to sign as your owner .” The thought of them being my property made an acrid taste form in the back of my throat.

“But that’s exactly why you should, we know you’d never see us as lesser and we’ll take good care of not only you but the babies as well.” Jungkook reasoned as he rubbed his cheek against the palm of my hand that he stole.

Another wave of guilty unease at this evolving relationship hit. I was okay with the affection and care that they’ve been supplying but was I okay with the relationship? Those cuddle sessions and tender moments that we’ve had so far now felt much more real and intimate than before. How had I convinced myself that it was platonic? “That’s another reason you guys should reconsider this whole ordeal, it’d be easier for me than you two. Do you want to commit to babies that aren’t even yours.”

A low growl sounded from Kookie’s chest- something I had never heard before. He usually kept his more animalistic traits under a tight leash. He sat up abruptly and reached for my face to make sure my eyes were trained on him while he spoke with a soft gruffness. “They are ours, don’t you even think about saying that again. We are the ones who’ve been supporting you throughout this pregnancy- not that asshole from the store. We tell them stories at night and bring you the food you’re craving. Hell, I rub your feet because of the swelling every time your feet are near me, and Taehyung rubs out the knots in your back when you’ve stood too long. We’ve been here for you the whole time and I know I love them as my babies. I am their dad, more than he would ever be.”

“I guess if you’re dad then I’ll be papa. It has a nice ring to it.” Tae butted in with a smile as Jungkook released me. His smile was so warm it ebbed away any lingering dregs of guilt.

“You guys can’t be serious,” I repeated once again but they were unaffected by whatever I had thrown at them. They were serious.

“Y/n, I’ve been planning this out since I’ve met you, it was love at first sight.” Tae took to holding my face this time, his hands were warm as he stroked my cheek lightly. The love was tangible in how he stared down at me, something I couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Okay, I get it, but what does this mean for us now?” I could hear the fearful hesitation in my voice.

“Nothing has to change sweetheart. We can act just how we always have and the only difference is that you know we love you.” Jungkook nodded along to the ashy-haired man’s assurances.

“Would you be happy with that though? To pretend that nothing has changed even though something has.” My heated tone kept them silent as I collected my thoughts. “Since you’ve claimed me- does that mean you see me as your girlfriend?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s a bit more than that. Girlfriend is a bit fleeting. It's more like you are ours and we are yours- for forever ideally but we don’t want to force that onto you.” Taehyung smiled bashfully as he stuttered through the clarification.

“If it’s more than a girlfriend- do you mean you see me as your wife?” Wow, with just a question I think I broke Taehyung. While he looked like he was blue-screening, Jungkook tried to hide a chuckle.

“For the sake of Taehyung’s face let’s just leave it as girlfriend for now. We can expand on that more later.” Jungkook explained, his smile evident through his words.

“So I'm a girlfriend to both of you and you guys are my boyfriends?” they nodded eagerly at my questioning tone. “Are you also each other’s boyfriends?”

“Uh, while Jungkook is gorgeous, that’s a no. we’re each other's packmates and there is a certain level of love and trust that goes into it but in the end, it's just enough for us to trust each other with you. If that makes sense?” Taehyung trailed off, his face twisted into one of confusion at the word vomit he just spewed.

“I think what Taehyung is trying to say is that we aren’t dating each other. Not that it is impossible for packmates to also get romantically involved with each other - we just haven’t.  we’d prefer to share your love and protect each other.” Jungkook tried to salvage the half-baked clarification.

“I am not protecting you Kookie, you are the one with a police background- you’re supposed to protect me while I protect her.” Taehyung suddenly pointed out.

“First of all, how rude. You’re my Packmate, you’re supposed to protect me too asshole.`` Jungkook playfully glared and by the twitching around his chin, I could tell he was fighting back a smile.

“I can’t protect someone who doesn’t need protecting. You are a one-man army, especially when it comes to the pack.”

Jungkook smiled at that and retorted with a: “You tried to fight Hoseok when he tried to separate our rooms at the shelter.”

“He was putting you with that bitch that growled at you when you first joined the group. How else was I supposed to react?” Taehyung had a beautiful blush rush across his face. He was so affectionate usually; so why was he arguing that he wouldn’t protect him?

“He was moving me because you complained about sharing a room with me for two weeks straight.'' Jungkook's exasperation was tangible; maybe they have this argument often?

“You get up before the sun to work out. How else was I supposed to get my beauty rest?” Tae’s argument was a paper-thin excuse. He was absolutely glowing red with his growing blush.

“Admit it in the end, you protect me just as much as I protect you.” Jungkook smiled at him with no mirth, he was done teasing him about it I guess.

That didn’t stop the flat-out refusal of: “I do not.”

“Y/n, wouldn’t you say Taehyung is just as protective of me as I am of him?” asked as he kissed the back of my hand, drawing all my attention to him.

“Tae, honey, you make his plate every night at dinner.” I sheepishly pointed out, a little unsure of how I'd place in this so-called argument. It was more flirting than anything if I was being asked but I guess I'm not the best person to ask since I did not comprehend them coming onto me in the first place.

Pseudo-shock flashed across his face at my statement.“That's because this idiot will only eat carbs and meat if we let him! I make your plate too.”

“That’s only proving my point. You are protective over your packmates.” Jungkook pushed at his shoulder playfully. A way they only ever acted when it was just us three, damn, maybe I should have noticed it sooner. There were definite lines drawn early on when it came to how our dynamic worked and they often showed me sides of themselves that my parents or brothers had never seen.

“That’s it, I'm going downstairs and giving myself over to Namjoon. His torture would be a mercy compared to this.” The drama queen stalked his way to my door and opened it with a flourish while Kookie and I both giggled.

“Tae are you not going to tell the baby a bedtime story?” My question stopped him in his tracks. He froze for just a second before gently swinging the door shut and marching his way back over to the bed with a smile that eclipsed the rest of his face.

“Babies. And of course, I am, tonight we’ll tell them the story of Hansel and Gretel.” He climbed back onto the bed and sprawled across the bottom of the bed and my extended legs. He settled in with his head resting slightly on my left hip before starting on his fairytale. Jungkook was curled up on my right side, still holding my hand captive, and he traced swirls across my forearm with a content smile. There was a warmth in my chest that I had been ignoring for a while, a warmth they only seemed to bring out and I realized I would be devastated if this warmth was to ever disappear.

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[reyhansolmaz]

The way her gaze caught his, for that split second, she almost believed his words, but Reyhan knew better than to believe men who looked like him and who were as smart as him. White men like Wyatt, carried the world in the palm of their hands. Men like him had little toys as distractions since they were kids and tended to get possessive with those, only to change toys as they shifted their attention to something else, or, better yet, someone else.

And yet... she almost believed him.

There was something about the way Wyatt Abhrams carried himself that made her feel like he could sell her a nice vacation in an igloo and she would be perfectly happy with her choice. He was enticing, enthralling and not only that, but he was also so great with his words that Reyhan second-guessed her sharp perception and almost let herself buy what he was selling. That, however, wasn't the worst part of it all.

The worst part was that she wanted to believe his words.

Reyhan caught herself trying to hide a little smile as she rolled her eyes at his words. She didn't want to seem naive to him, but catching the attention of someone who could clearly have anyone else in the room and yet, chose to spend his time with her, definitely prompted a little twist up from her lips. "You're full of charm tonight, aren't you?" Not only tonight. She knew that for sure, having had the opportunity to chat with Wyatt in other gatherings in Atlanta. "I appreciate it. A little stroke on the ego has never hurt anyone."

His joke, however, stole a soft chuckle from her lips. "You know... the kidney I could do without, but the newborn would have to wait until another lifetime. Would a cat suffice?" While she understood that no, he wasn't asking for a kidney, let alone a newborn, it just felt like a funny retort to give. Right? Reyhan could be funny sometimes without getting lost in her own thoughts about how illogical she was being. Right? But then again... she really did want to adopt a cat someday... "Wait. Can I take it back? You can't have a cat either." And by the end of her sentence, of course, the joke had run its course and Reyhan was left feeling a tad bit stupid in return, which was the perfect opportunity for the brunette to simply step outside and welcome the cold breeze.

She could feel her entire body vibrating with excitement, even after moments had passed between her conversation with Walter Harrison and now. It was like electrical charges coursed through her veins, making her beam with happiness as she leaned onto the balcony and closed her eyes for a moment. Reyhan drew in a breath, as if the cold night air would be able to steam down her lungs and cool her off for a bit. The steam of her exhale was still dissipating in front of her face when she opened her eyes and turned around to face Wyatt, noticing a slight change she hadn't noticed before.

"They're blue." She stated, plain and simple, as if he needed no explanation to what she had just said. As if that didn't make her seem like some kind of lunatic. It brought yet another soft chuckle to her lips. "You eyes, I mean." Setting her glass on the balcony, Reyhan reached up and gently adjusted his tie, who's knot was slightly crooked, and letting her fingers linger there for longer than they should. "The light of the moon is making them blue. I like it. It suits you better." / @wyattxabhrams

“True. But not every one catches my attention.” Wyatt did not give her an empty denial of the observation. It was true that he was frequently surrounded by gorgeous women. That didn’t detract from the fact that Reyhan in particular had caught his eye that evening. Granted, he’d noticed that she was beautiful the first time they met. Much like how Walter Harrison, and every other man in the circle they’d just left, did as well. But it was undeniable that tonight had shown him a different side of her. One that had been unexpected. Because up until moments before, he’d viewed her as someone so out of her element in this space that he’d nearly written her off. Of course, that was a mistake on his part. He should have known better than to make assumptions. But they were grounded in the fact that the few times that they’d seen each other, she’d always felt like Colin’s shadow. He’d heard very little from her and seen nothing more than her nerves.

Now, the slight buzz of excitement from having successfully wooed Harrison paired with the beauty that he’d already noticed only made her that much more fascinating. Alluring even. Which was why as she turned away from him, Wyatt’s gaze subconsciously raked along her bare back and the red silk that accentuated her figure. Yes, Reyhan Solmaz was far more than met the eye. Or Wyatt had been slow to realize. “He will. I’d bet on it.” He offered, gaze turning back towards the blond author who had very carefully pocketed Reyhan’s card.

“I’m not going to ask for your kidney or first born, don’t worry,” he laughed, attention refocused on her. When she asked him to accompany her out, he might have otherwise cast a glance around to see if there were someone else who he’d missed in making his rounds through the event. For now, however, Wyatt had done enough schmoozing. This event had been his much-needed escape from Covington. A reminder that outside of the small town, his name carried weight of its own respect, not because of his father or his family’s political inheritance. But now, Wyatt welcomed the distraction from the endless small talk. Which was why he motioned for her to lead the way, enjoying the refreshing chill in the air as they did step out. “Guess I needed some space too.” | @reyhansolmaz

[teletraan-meets-jarvis]

What I Want - Part 2

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Chapter Title: What I Need

Pairing: Crosshair x fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: Following the awkwardness of the night before, you go to an old friend to try and process your feelings for Crosshair.

Click here for Part 1

Warnings: 18+, a bit more frisky business but not full on so rated 18 just to be safe. Swearing.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: You ask, you get!! Thanks so much for all the support and love for part 1 ❤️. As a thank you, I bring you part 2, I hope you enjoy! If this one takes off a bit as well, I do have an idea for a little bonus chapter around the Bad Batches' reaction. As always, feedback/comments are massively appreciated along with reblogs. Fic is below the cut off, thanks for reading!!

Taglist: @aerynwrites @shannon-lynn-21 @saltywintersoldat @tired-night-owl @wille-zarr

A comm alarm beeped softly, slowly pulling you out your slumber. Giving the device a sleepy glare, you shut it off and huffed back onto your bunk. Wrecker’s snores were echoing off the small ship barracks, you rolled your eyes at his sleeping form across the room as you swung your legs over the side of your top bunk. Below you, Tech slept soundly, he managed to fall asleep with his goggles on which were now sitting wonky on his relaxed face. He also had a datapad clutched to his chest, almost like a teddy bear, which made you chuckle to yourself.

You’d barely slept after getting back from the mission but being a General stopping over on Coruscant meant rest would be a pipe dream. Your alarm was set to get you out of bed and ready for the first of what you were sure would be a hundred and ten briefings today. You were always happy to shoulder the politics for the team, removing that burden from Hunter so they could keep to themselves. But today, you could really do without it.

You looked over at Hunter and Crosshair’s bunks, the former sleeping up top with an arm over his eyes. Probably to block out the few small coloured lights on the ship that shone from critical systems, preventing the room from being truly pitch black. You didn’t envy Hunter’s enhanced senses, they seemed to cause him quite a bit of discomfort when they weren’t on missions. You should probably pick him up an eye mask one of these days.

Below him, Crosshair slept with his back to the open room. One of the few times you ever saw his body relaxed was when he slept. You cringed as you remembered yesterday’s awkwardness with the sniper and mentally cursed at yourself for causing, what was, an easily avoidable situation.

Shaking your head you jumped silently off of your bunk, mindful to not wake any of the batch. You gently removed Tech’s goggles, placing them in their usual spot before moving over to grab some fresh robes and head for the fresher. Today was going to be a real drag.

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“Hey! Look what the Lothcat dragged in” someone called after you as you trudged up the steps to the GAR Headquarters. You turned around to see none other than Anakin Skywalker jogging up behind you.

“Nice to see you too Skyguy” he chuckled at the nickname as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

You fell into companionable chatter as you made your way to your first meeting, the dark halls of the military headquarters looking indistinguishable as you attempted to find the correct room. Members of the Coruscant Guard patrolled the halls, nodding politely to you both as you strolled past.

Eventually you found the room where Mace, Plo and Luminara were waiting, along with some clone and human high command. You stood outside the door for a moment, readying yourself to seal your fate of being talked at for a solid eight standard hours.

Eventually you caved, mostly as you were on the verge of being late if you debated standing outside any longer. Begrudgingly, you sat through briefing after briefing. All the voices and different rooms blending into one grey blur as you tried to take in what information you could, but your tired and stressed mind was having none of it.

While it was nice to catch up with some of the other Jedi, you always felt a bit out of place among the perfect members of the council. More so now than ever.

You ended up wandering back to the temple with Anakin where you both retired to his room and you flopped down onto his simple bed with a whine.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off all day” Anakin was the closest thing you had to a brother, you trained as Padawans together and due to your similar age you became fast friends. You knew about his marriage to Padme and decided that if you could offload your dilemma on anyone, it’d be him.

“I fucked up” you groaned out from behind your hands.

“What’d you do?” Anakin replied in a playful tone.

“I might’ve got a bit hot and heavy with one of the clones in my squad, led him on and then cut it off” Anakin raised an eyebrow at your confession. “And now he’s pissed at me”

“Why?” You weren’t entirely sure which part of that entire thing he was questioning.

“Because I started the whole thing, I wanted it. Then all of a sudden I did that whole guilty Jedi, must follow every word of the order thing, gave him some pathetic look which said really sorry I can’t have attachments mate, hope you understand. He called me out on it before I could even utter the banthashit excuse and then he stomped off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“In his defence, seems like he was probably wound a little tight” Anakin replied with a chuckle which you just groaned at.

“He has every right to be pissed. Hells, I would be if the roles were reversed. Whats with this whole self-righteous act us Jedi have going on?”

“Look, it’s hard being a Jedi at the best of times. It takes an inhumane amount of self-control, which is why its not a path for the weak. But being a Jedi while at war… it’s a lot. You’re emotions are running high, you’re forming bonds with soldiers on the battlefield that you shouldn’t be, but none of us can help it because it’s uncharted territory. Maker knows I’d hunt down anyone who hurt Obi-Wan or my Captain. Yes, It’s not the Jedi way, but neither is fighting a grand-scale war.” Anakin’s eyes were alive with emotion as he spoke, be he quickly caught himself and then it was gone.

“My point is, don’t beat yourself up so much. No one is getting kicked out the order or in his case reconditioned if that’s what you’re worried about. Figure out what it is you want, and then just be discreet about it” you looked at Anakin like he’d grown two heads, he just winked at your confused stare.

“Okay let’s keep it simple. Are you attracted to him?” You thought back to the night before and firmly nodded in response.

“Do you like him as a person?” You pondered his question.

“Well, it’s Cross. I wasn’t sure if he even liked me for a long time. He’s closed off, anti-social, but he’s also a good guy, cares about his brothers, has saved my ass multiple times, and he is kinda funny in his own, snide way” you rattled off with fondness in your words.

“Well then I suggest you go and talk to him.” Anakin replied, giving you a knowing look when he spotted the small smile on your lips as you spoke about the sniper.

You took a deep breath, glad to have finally gotten that off your chest and feeling content that you now knew what to do next. “Thanks, Ani”

“Ugh please don’t call me that” he moaned back, apparently only Padme was allowed to get away with that one.

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Your walk back to the Marauder felt like it dragged on and on. Your brain ran over a thousand scenarios of what to say, how he’d react and you were about to short circuit. There was so much risk, so much possibility, that you did your best to shut your mind off and let yourself handle it in the moment. These things never went as planned anyway, it was best not to guess.

The large door to the ship hissed open, your boots clanking on the metal surface as you cautiously walked into your home. It didn’t take you long to find Crosshair, he was sat in the main hull methodically cleaning his hand blaster. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. He was just in his blacks, the material hugging him in the most wonderful way, it’s like whoever designed those things was trying to trip you up. The contours of his arm muscles flexing as he worked, his strong chest looked practically chiselled at the heart of his lean frame. You had to force yourself to calm down a little bit.

“Uh, hey” you greeted awkwardly. “Mind if I join you?”

You took his silence as a well he’s not saying no. He didn’t spare you a glance as you walked in and took a seat opposite him. As a General in the GAR, you rarely got nervous. War, as a concept, was simple. You knew your purpose, your objective, you had a job to get done and you’d do it. The risks never stopped you, rather they fuelled you. Probably why you’re such a good fit for the bad batch.

But this right now, personal feelings, not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. Because if you were honest, you really did care about Crosshair, the same as you did the rest of the team. You’d only been with the squad just under a year but you’d gladly lay down your life for any of them in a heartbeat. If you could at least get back to where you were before the other night, you’d be over the moon.

You weren’t used to being so nervous, you let your hands fiddle with you dark Jedi robes as you readied yourself to speak again.

“Look, I’m not here to throw some crap about being a Jedi at you, I promise. And I’m sorry for trying it before” he still didn’t look at you, finding his blaster much more interesting. But you could tell he was listening, you had his attention. Might as well keep babbling.

“In terms of an explanation for what happened yesterday, well I guess I panicked.” You sighed as you tried to find the next words “The way you made me feel that night, I… I’ve never felt like that before and everything i’d been taught over the years screamed at me that what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. I now realise that I’m just an idiot. I make my own decisions and I… uh -well, I stick by that one, starting something that is.” Still nothing.

“I know this is probably a long shot. But in the interest of being transparent” you rambled “uh… if you want to go down that road again, I’m up for seeing what happens, can be as casual as we like. I promise I won’t freak out on you again.” You chuckled and thought you almost spotted a slight pull in the corner of Crosshair’s lips “But if you want to go back to how we were before, I’d also really like that.” You watched him for a while as he gave no acknowledgement of your words, his cleaning finished as he now gave the weapon a once over in his hands. Having said everything you needed, you got up from your seat, looking away from him.

“Well, if I can do anything else, let me know” you turned on your heel to leave, feeling slightly defeated but glad you’d at least made the first step.

“I could think of a few things” he finally spoke as he leaned back into his seat and continued to stare at his blaster, still not meeting your gaze.

Well that caught your attention, you turned back around to face him as he carried on ignoring you. While his tone was unbothered as he spoke, you knew him just enough to know his words held a meaning. He was playing with you, back to his usual teasing and you could’ve laughed at the relief that washed over you. This you could work with. A cheeky idea popped into your head and you’d decided to run with it.

“Oh really?” Throwing caution to the wind, you strode over to the sniper slowly. His gaze finally meeting yours after all this time, watching you as you got closer and closer. Practically drawing you in with his amber eyes. You pushed him back by his chest, creating enough room so you could straddle his lap. “Care to elaborate?”

He huffed out a short laugh at your words, his face overall unbothered but his eyes, they were burning into you. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll figure it out”.

You hummed in response, deciding to kick things up a notch you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your faces just breaths apart. “Something like this?” You asked, pausing for another second before bringing your lips to his in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. You felt his hands come up to rest on your back, pulling you closer as you continued your slow dance. This was so different from the other night, where before there was desperation and lust, now there was something more… tender, passionate. You were quite glad you weren’t standing as the way he moved against you would’ve definitely made your knees weak.

Dragging yourself away from his lips, you searched his face. His mouth pulled into a barely there smirk “That’s a start.”

“Who said I was finished?” And just like that, the last few strands of tension between you both snapped and you relaxed in his arms. You fisted your hands into the front of his blacks and pulled him back to you, his tongue slipped between your lips, curious and demanding. He was everywhere again, filling your nose with the scent of the standard cheap GAR soap but mixed with something earthy, something so distinctly Crosshair and you couldn’t get enough.

You could tell why the Jedi order frowned upon such activities, kissing Crosshair was intoxicating. You couldn’t think of anything else other than the handsome clone in front of you and just how much you wanted him in that moment.

His hands wandered lower and lower down you back until they rested comfortably on your backside, pulling you further up his lap. Feeling mischievous, you started trailing kisses along his jaw. Setting a teasing, languid pace as you mapped out the spots that made him squirm. Crosshair was never a man of many words, so you made it your mission to see just how vocal you could make him.

As your lips met his pulse point, he gave a loud exhale and you smirked in victory against his skin as you continued the onslaught on his senses. You definitely seemed to be doing something right as his hands found themselves in your hair, clutching slightly and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you. Even while trying to gain the upper hand in the situation, he always had some control over you. It was maddening in the best way, setting your veins alight with desire.

Determined to get another victory you traced your tongue against the base of the side of his neck and trailed it all the way up to the bottom of his ear, which you teasingly took into your mouth, teeth grazing the soft skin. A strangled moan escaped the clone and that was the moment where you knew you were hopelessly and utterly gone. Your mind filled with nothing other than wanting to be closer to Crosshair.

“Not very Jedi of you” he commented, slightly breathless when you finally stopped teasing him and came back up to meet his eyes. Looking down at where your bodies were pressed against one another, you chuckled.

“What exactly about this situation led you to believe I was ever a model Jedi?” You smirked, though it was only visible for a second before his mouth was back on yours, devouring you as his hands greedily roamed your body.

You continued making out like teenagers for most of the evening, taking the time to explore each other, enjoying the closeness. Contentment settled over your body, almost as if this was were you were meant to be. If Crosshair’s arms were where you belonged, well, you could think of worse places to be.

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[everything-laito]

This isn't excatly Laito related just general DL vampire stuff. But do you think sucking blood is or could be a sexual act? Or considered a sexual act? Cuz it seems like many times in DL it is almost considered as such and in vampire lores it seems that way too

Oh definitely! Blood sucking seems to be something deeper than just a snack. Most of them moan when they suck blood, straight up lmao. It feels like there’s a deep sense of euphoria running through them––almost just like a sexual oxytocin response, because it is. I mean. Why else would you moan? Like holy shit these lads get fuckin off on this shit. However, it seems like the domination aspect of it and the situation might also contribute to this response as well.

Under the cut for more!

Well, take making out for example––well these accounts are taken from what my roommates and friends told me because my experiences would not have been sufficient for this. The action is really just two lips smacking together, but when you’re doing that action (and more), it feels good, and you’d usually want to do more of it––there’s a reason people do that despite the action in itself being seemingly benign or simple (I apologize aro/aces who do not like making out, I cannot figure out an example that conveys this in a non sexual manner but I know yall know that making out = feels good for most people).

Here are my friend’s accounts:

Me: for those of you who have made out with someone, why does it feel good/turn you on/etc? Or is it just like "damn I really love the idea of lips smacking against one another" [/j] like why do you like making out? [I added an explanation why I was asking this lmao]

Unnamed Friend: It feels good. When I do it, I feel horny, that’s all there is to it.

my wife and queen @zaraenia: Well... kissing is more than just lip smacking; it plays a roll both physically, emotionally and mentally. Kissing involves trusting your body to the other person and vice-versa. With kissing, it means able to hold the person tenderly and lovingly in your arms, stroking their hair and body in a way that is comforting and good to your partner. The sense of appreciation that comes with it is very nice. Also the feeling of your partner physically reciprocating those feelings is also nice. Why do we kiss on the lips? Probably human nature. Instincts that were planted in our brain and it's something we will never comprehend.  Nature works in mysterious ways. We just know it feels nice in some way.

Other Unnamed friend: its just like the same desire of wanting to cuddle; just another way to show intamacy. I didnt particularly like my first kiss but when I kissed [BF’s name] for the first time I was like "ooh so its supposed to feel like this"

just another way of showing you love someone really

Another unnamed friend: I do it because primal monky brain says so

Even another unnamed friend: depending on who you’re with its a way to show deep intimacy, honestly it’s hard to describe the feeling in my opinion.

So, based on these ~first hand accounts~, we can deduct that the simple action of repeatedly smacking lips together doesn’t sound like it would feel good or convey much sexual feeling for most people. But from general human core feelings (or human nature like Zara said, or primal monky brain like my other friend said) for the most part, it feels good when one does it (also we are talking about consensual making out, versus mainly nonconsensual blood sucking).

Although the action of making out is pretty nuanced––lots of things can happen along side it, similar to what happens during blood sucking in DL. They’re not simply sucking blood, I know Laito just likes to touch when he does it, or suck blood when Yui’s in a certain position etc. Even though it’s not what Zara described (aka, consensual), the domination aspect of it (in a ravishment manner) would also be included in that. However, there has been instances of consensual blood sucking in DL, so the non-consensual domination and sadism aspect is more of a tangential thing that comes with the diaboys, not all vampires in general.

So, sucking blood in vampire culture is deemed as sexual on top of utilizing the action for food. You could compare it to getting turned on when you eat food but I don’t think most of us experience that, so it wouldn’t be a good relatable example. So I guess the equivalent of that would be the same feeling you’d (usually) get if you walked in on two people making out or doing some sexual activity. It would usually be filled with embarrassment or even disgust for some (like Reiji, who’s like “tAkE thEsE AcTiViTiEs tO yOuR roOm”)

I've seen people back in the day say that Cordelia didn't rape Laito, it was just through blood sucking, and they mention that it's a blood sucking fetish. Regardless if you interpret the text as blood sucking or penetrative sex (rape), it was still non consensual, and if you consider blood sucking as a fetish, it means its sexual. Either way, Laito got sexually abused no matter how you interpret what happened. Just wanted to clarify that as well cuz it pisses me off lol. But I'm not here to start anything, just clarify stuff.

Well let me know if you’d want me to elaborate on anything or clarify anything or if you have any questions as usual! This was a fun one to answer, and I’ve been meaning to write about it for a while haha

EXTRA (funny) CONTENT:

I got some funny responses to my question so here are the funny ones:

Unnamed Friend: This is extremely cringe

Other Unnamed Friend: Are you writing a fanfic again, [Corn]? Smh my head [DSKFJSDF she knows I don’t write fanfic LOL]

Other Other Unnamed Friend: Touch grass [jokes on you I grow it for my job––the legal kind at least, and just generally have legitimate grass as house plants lmfao]

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[eternityservedcold]

what isaac characters are getting for christmas (from me)

i posted this on twitter but i wanted to crosspost it here and expand upon it a little bit because i am silly... if you dont understand why i gave a character a particular gift, even after the explanation, you should go read my comic, @mourneruntosheol​

isaac: art supplies

yeah im That Guy who gets the artsy kid art supplies for christmas. i think he would probably appreciate it though, what with having like. one pencil and a bunch of paper.

maggy: stuffed animals

this ones simple... i just think she likes stuffed animals, and thats probably what she asked santa for

cain: tboi version of a nintendo switch

also a simple one. cain is a gamer and probably doesnt have a switch, what with being trapped in a basement for 10 years. of course i would get him games too

judas: the da vinci code (book)

the kid likes books. he also likes figuring out mysteries and secrets. i could probably get him any mystery or sci-fi book and hed be happy, this is just the first that came to mind. apparently its about religious secrets? he likes religion too he would probably enjoy that

blue baby: terrarium

less for the actual terrarium part and more for the bugs that will go inside. i would have just gotten him a pet bug but he has many already

eve: book of poetry

another easy one. shes read a lot of poetry, so she probably knows everything inside, but she would find something novel about having it in a book

samson: 1yr membership at the tboi equivalent of planet fitness

samson is the kind of person who would forget to make a list and then you would scramble for a gift for because you dont really know what he likes... he likes exercise, but im not just gonna get him exercise equipment because thats not really a christmas gift in my mind... i guess this would be the next best thing!?

azazel: gaming laptop

i wanted to give him something capable of both playing games and using the internet, and computers are objectively the best option for that. i wouldnt get him a full gaming rig though. maybe when hes older

lazarus: one of those books of rare illnesses

lazarus loves medical practice and psychology, and even those who dont particularly care about either still watch those rare disease documentaries... he would love this!

eden: gift cards

i could ask all of the kids what to get eden, including eden themself, and get 5 different answers from each of them. screw it, get your own gifts

lost: fancy cloak

some people draw them with a cute little cloak and i thought the idea was nice! i would get them one thats long and dark, with a hood and a fancy closure at the front

lilith: gamekid

yeah, im at a loss. what do you get for a kid with no interests? at least this ones cheap

keeper: whatever money i have leftover

he would probably tell me specifically not to get him anything because he doesnt want a present. im giving him a snack anyway.

apollyon: weighted blanket

they wouldnt ask anyone for anything, so i would have to guess. they would be fine with anything i give them, but a weighted blanket is what they really want

forgotten: headphones

but some of the super high-quality ones with good bass and top end, so it appeals to both the body (who likes to listen to loud, abrasive music) and the soul (who likes to listen to classical and jazz)

bethany: necklace with a book pendant

she wouldnt like big, flashy gifts, so i would get her this necklace. she would even almost smile at it!

jacob: Coal.

jacob has been on his absolute worst behavior this year, so he gets a lump of coal. you get nothing. you lose. good day, sir.

esau: tablet

a replacement and upgrade for the one that his brother broke, with a case so it doesnt happen again. he would instantly start taking it everywhere with him