#and while drawing this i made comparisons :3

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Dead! Ash (Just to clarify, Gengar Ash)

I'll make you say!

How proud, you are of me!

So stay, awake!

Just long, enough to see

My waaaaaayyyy!

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[isaisliterallyhim]

chat hear me out incubus Ness x fem reader….

INCUBUS NESSSS i'm going feral omg!

"be each other's company"

ft. alexis ness . incubus! ness . ooc! ness ? . fem! reader . lonely ahh reader . disrespected! reader . somnophilia . dub-con/non-con . marking woooh... . smut . tittiesss (idk i feel like ness a boob boy even tho hed adore ur whole body heaven n back) . unreliable narrator

cw: somnophilia + dub-con/non-con

wc: 1.2k

despite having many friends or zero friends — you've always felt lonely. you never understood why. there were people there for you occasionally or always. you were just constantly lonely.

you broke up with your ex because you felt like they didn't care even with the fact that they did care. sex fucking sucked cause they just did it to their own pleasure. comfort and words of affirmation just wasn't enough.

you were fast asleep after bawling your eyes out. your shirt was slightly riden up, exposing your stomach. your blanket was lazily draped to cover a portion of your thighs.

"what a sight," ness thought. his lips formed a small smile. ness always saw faces of sadness or loneliness as intriguing. you had that. perfect body, perfect face, perfect emotions. that's silly. everyone has emotions. why is it that ness especially felt a bond with you the most.?

he approached your bed silently. admiring you for a moment. holy shit. you were (and are dont forget that >:c) breathtaking. he brought his calloused fingertips and traced it along the hem of your panties. his other hand swiftly tossed the blanket.

he smiled softly. your shallow breathing made him happy for some reason. he gently positioned himself in front of your pussy. lifting your body from the bed, he set a small kiss on your clothed cunt. he set you back into your mattress. the material sinking slightly due to both of your weight.

ness reluctantly moves your shirt above your chest. admiring the two soft mounds of flesh in front of him. it was a whole feast for his eyes! <3 shifting himself, he got a lil' lower and began suckling on your sensitive tits :c

luckily, ness isn't an asshole. hes a nice boy. well — he isn't the nicest. he bit on your nipple while fondling your other breast with his free hand! his calloused fingers had such a contrast in comparison to your soft skin. he bit a little hard there's oughta be marks left after. maybe that's what he wants.

ness knew you'd wake up sooner or later. did he really care? no. not at the moment. he was too engaged in covering your skin with hues of blues, purples, reds, n pinks like your skin was a canvas. he sunk his teeth into your collarbone. he bit hard enough to draw a little blood but, not hard enough to wake you up.

focusing on your tits again he played with them like no tomorrow! flicking your nipples with his tongue, sucking on them, pinching them, fondling your boobs... he did everything! he peeled himself off one of your breasts with a lewd pop noise. he admired the work of art.

your boobs got a little bigger! :D (yea no shit he was sucking on them and playing w them like the world itself would end) ness's fingers wasted no time sliding your panties off.

whilst sliding down your panties, his purple eyes widened a lil at the wet spot. you were just as aroused as he was! you shifted slightly in your slumber, your legs spread a little wider now.

"scheiße, prinzessin, do you want this more than me..?" the magician mumbled. he aligned your slit with his blushed tip. at the moment you woke up. your eyes were almost as puffy as your pussy lips :3

you finally caught up to what was going on with that big tip already stretching you open! before you could panic and bitchslap him, he smiled at yu warmly. "what's your name, meine schönste?"

"[first name].." you mumbled out. ness smiled. "pretty name for a pretty girl." you were in awe at his toned physique. so much in awe you almost disregarded those incubus features. eh who cared right? he's cute... and you were lonely anyways.

he slid his cock into you in such a gentle way. "y'know, [name]. you were so wet i didn't even need to give you foreplay!" ness giggled. you were a little embarrassed. "whats your name..?" you asked softly.

his pace was so slow it was killing you. but oh he was so sweet with his movements. despite being slow, the thrusts were DEEP. ness is so gentle with your body. treating you like porcelain. you shut your eyes as you scratched at his back. mewling for him to be a little faster.

ness would always set painfully slow paces. he'd never want to hurt such a doll. but something in him faltered. he wanted to please you. going rough is what you wanted right? will you be less lonely if he abided to your request?

he snapped, the same way his hips snapped into yours aggressively. he didn't know why. the pace got faster and faster, the room got tighter. the tension... everything.

"a-alexis... oh scheiße.. i'm sorry for swearing — alexis ness.. that's my name." he moaned out. he was fucking your frail figure so rough you almost forgot how about how he had such a nice demeanor.

you couldn't understand why ness was so nice. but, then again you understood. you knew ness was lonely as well. his hands intertwined with yours. all 27 of the bones in your hands had for some reason missed his.

why? you didn't know the man whatsoever. never met him once in your life. how come you just had this weird click with him.? who gafs, for once you were being respected while getting fucked. his thrusts was so violent but oh so loving!

"alexis!" you cried out. his thrusts got sloppier n sloppier. your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself close to finishing. your walls clenched tighter against his dick, the knot in your stomach loosened as you came all over his dick.

even though he hated t' do so, he silenced your sweet noises by giving you a passionate kiss. he pulled away from your pleasant lips. he admired your gorgeous fucked-out face.

"you're so pretty." he began tearing up. he also didn't know why. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. he pulled out and came undone on your stomach. he felt sinful despite being a sin. his warm seed was sliding from your stomach onto your sheets, soiling them :c

he scooped a bit of his semen onto his fingers and parted your lips with his free hand. ness softly shoved his fingers into your mouth. you licked it clean, savouring the taste of his slightly sweet n salty cum.

you looked at him with big doe eyes, beads of tears fighting to leak out. ness felt his now soft dick harden again. you embraced him into a tight hug. "thank you alexis..." you muttered.

"[name]. you're so lovely..." the man sighed contently. "thank you." the loneliness slowly faded as you spent more time with ness. thrust after thrust after thrust. shit just got more n more steamy...

ness watched you fall asleep. he was so happy. so fuckin' happy. he had never connected more emotionally with someone... he had this radiant smile on as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips and forehead. shit. he knew he loved you. he pressed one last kiss on your chest before he left.

you woke up — confused. you had no memory of what happened last night. the hell? why are there so many bruising and markings..? one thing you remembered was a gorgeous man.. purple eyes... light brown hair that turns purple towards the edges... fuck!

that loneliness washed over you again. nightfall came once again, so did you and ness. you both easily forgot about the negative feelings and the solitude you two had. :3

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: FAWKKK NESS i love love lOVEEEE ness!! this ended up being more emotional.. srry for the booty english n plot i kinda j lost mtivation half way again </3 hopefully u enjoyed !! ness is so cute i see myself in him :c like in him hehe... but also in him ! TT no proofreading at all i j pulled this out my ahh idk how to write smut but its so fun to write </3 tjhis was unironically rly hard to write omfg but it was for NESS and my pookie hehe my grades r so cooked

[yuamin]

ORORUN REDRAW GUIDE !

i think we’ve all seen the atrocity that is genshin’s unreleased character, ororun. the entirety of natlan is a mess really, but as a yoruba person myself i CANNOT keep quiet about ororun specifically.

outside yoruba mythology, in yoruba, ‘Olorun’ (the name ororun is based on, pronounced o-law-roon , with o pronounced as in orange and the ‘roon’ pronounced shortly, not dragged on at all) is actually the same word we often use to refer to God in Christianity. Christianity is the primary religion among us yorubas so honestly, i was kinda glad they misspelled his name. it would feel SO disrespectful referring to whatever that thing is with the same word we use to refer to God who we actually worship. religion aside, genshin’s depiction of Olorun (cultural god, not Christian one) is downright disgusting. i’d never paid too much attention to genshin and its poor representation, but now that my culture has fallen victim to it, i completely understand all the outrage.

edit: please note that while we use ‘Olorun’ to refer to the Christian God, Olorun is just a general word for ‘god’ itself ! for example if i say “God in heaven” and “god of thunder” we know i’m referring to two different beings, in yoruba it’s the kind of the same—the same word is used to refer to both the Christian and other gods, but we know it’s different, even though olorun can be capitalized regardless of what god we’re talking about (unlike english where the Christian God is capitalized and other gods aren’t) at the end of the day though, when we say “olorun” even without context, we are usually referring to the christian God !

1. PLEASE DO NOT DRAW HIM WITH ANIMAL EARS !

i’ve noticed that hoyoverse has this nasty habit of portraying every dark skinned character as wild or animal-esque. kaeya seems to be the only exception to this. even xinyan, though lacking any animal features, has this wild energy to her. some might call it a stretch, but i feel like her features are pretty feline in comparison to other liyue characters.

Olorun in our culture is the supreme god of the heavens. In my opinion, it is disrespectful to liken him to something akin to an animal. normally i wouldn’t even mind that much, but with how hoyo makes its few dark characters more and more like animals, i can’t help but feel weird about it. its really off putting.

2. HIS HAIR WOULD NOT BE CURLY !

majority of nigerians have 4C HAIR. not wavy hair or loose curls. some have 4B, but 4C is the usual here, that is, kinky or coily hair. Olorun is often portrayed as bald in traditional art, but trust me if he had hair his hair would resemble his people’s, not Tyla’s.

DREADLOCKS ARE A YES ! outside nigeria, locking hair is pretty common, but in nigeria a lot of people have locks naturally. our hair sometimes just grows out that way, no treatment no nothing. dreads are 100% an appropriate style, they look good asf too.

3. PLEASE USE CULTURAL FABRICS IN YOUR DESIGNS !

when i saw ororun’s outfit, i almost started crying. they couldn’t even bother to dress him up a little. they really dressed my brother in a scarf and cape and called it a day 😭 upon how fashionable we nigerians are know to be, hoyoverse still made it their mission to embarrass us stylistically. God knows my people have suffered man 😭

ankara is a traditional nigerian fabric that features bright colors and lots of patterned designs. see below:

here in 9ja, we love our ankara. it’s a big part of our fashion here and trust me it would look excellent in your designs. it’s perfectly fine to draw ororun in normal fabrics since he’s a deity and it’s not like ankara existed back then, but if you really want to represent nigeria, ankara is a must 🙏

i’m going to address another fashion piece because if you search up nigerian fashion you’ll see it a lot: beads.

these orange beads are igbo (another tribe here in nigeria) NOT yoruba. does this mean you can’t use it in olorun’s design ? no ! let me explain. tbh, here in nigeria there’s a bit of...tension between clans. it’s not that common, but older people are definitely a lot more tribalist. as a yoruba i love my igbo brothers and sisters, i truly believe they’re the most fashionable clan and i adore their festivities, they always go over the top. please, just look at them:

(only one image because of image caps, ugh)

anyway, we yorubas wear beads too. but the specific way the beads are worn around the head and in multiple layers round the neck is igbo, not yoruba. though i personally wouldn’t care too much if i saw olorun with igbo beads since all i want is for him to at least look nigerian, at the end of the day he is a yoruba deity. it might be disrespectful to dress the god of one clan as if he belongs to another, especially since there is so much historical ( and very slight but uncommon present ) day tension between both clans.

here’s a more yoruba outfit. sorry yall, it might be hard for you to distinguish if you’re not yoruba or igbo, but a lot of nigerians can tell the difference at a glance. ( actually nowadays, there is so much overlap between yoruba and igbo fashion, but there are many specific styles that may be associated with one tribe and not the other, for example how beads are worn in the above paragraph ) please do your research, he’s not only a nigerian god, but a yoruba one.

one more thing, because i know it will start discourse : skin tone.

nigerians have a very diverse range of skin tones. some of us are so pale, if not for our afrocentric features we could maybe pass for another race. however, ororun is yoruba.

light skinned nigerians are usually igbo. not to say that yorubas can’t be light skin, but here in nigeria if you saw a light skinned person, we’d automatically assume they were igbo. igbo people usually have lighter skin tones. majority of yorubas fall on the more milk to dark chocolate end of the skin tone spectrum. i’m saying this now because i know a lot of people are going to start arguments over ororun being redrawn as ‘too light’ or ‘too dark.’ i don’t really care about complexion, but i thought i’d help you all get your facts right.

that’s it ! if you read all this i’m super thankful. i don’t usually post about this kind of stuff but i honestly love my country and could go on about it for days. nigeria is such a beautiful place with a diverse range of cultures— from hausas to fulanis to so many more. natlan was supposed to be Africa’s time to shine, as well as latin americans, but hoyoverse said fuck you and your people. they did this to an extent with sumeru but natlan was done straight up dirty—not a single melanated character in sight, and the only one who does have melanin, iansan, looks so desaturated you might as well call her grey. i saw someone on tiktok call mualani a dark skinned character—it was at that point that i knew genshin was done for.

please REBLOG this post so it reaches more people and artists in the fandom !! this is literally the third time i’m making this post because tumblr refuses to show it in the tags for some reason 😭 i encourage other cultures who feel misrepresented to make posts like this too. it’s a perfect opportunity to educate and inform people about the diverse cultures genshin has once again failed to represent properly.

Hoyo has never been one to make customer satisfaction their top priority, but we’ve been able to call them out before and i truly believe we can do it again. Natlan is not poor design choice. it is blatant racism, a nation based on POC ethnicities with not a single colored character insight. Hoyoverse has been able to escape racism accusations for as long as i can remember, but natlan is the icing on the cake. we CANNOT allow hoyo to proceed as planned without giving them the appropriate backlash.

Also, if you redraw ororun using this guide, make sure to tag me here or on my main blog, @heartkaji !! i’d love to see all your redesigns. once again, thank you all for reading and have an amazing day !!

[antivivziepopparade]

All of the proof that we have that Vivziepop is abusive. (So far....)

While you support this post please go ahead and support my channel to see more about Vivziepop's abusive behavior. Thanks!

1. She rushes her employees.

Season 1 was made in 2020. While Season 2 was made in 2021 while being released with MULTIPLE EPISODES only ONE year later.

That's-

INSANE!

-and im about to tell you why:

The average cartoon needs almost ONE WHOLE YEAR to produce one episode. And this is what we see in MAINSTREAM shows.

Meanwhile, Helluva Boss took only one year (and a half) to make MULTIPLE ENTIRE EPISODES that last over 20 minutes. The longest waiting time for an episode being 8 months. Not even a year, and we get multiple episodes off the drawing board.

You can even see here that it's taken only three years to make 16 episodes. When this is an indie studio, so this should have taken so much longer to make. Yet for some reason, it took only a few years for us to get full seasons. In 2021, we got over 4 episodes alone. Have you ever wondered why these episodes come out so fast while other shows take a lot longer to get new seasons? That's an easy question to ask... Spindlehorse...

Is being ABUSED.

And I have the proof to show.

2. The pay controversy.

Spindlehorse's payment has been under controversy for providing the lowest pay possible to those that work at the studio.

One piece of evidence was given by Adam himself (albeit unintentionally) by saying this:

This kind of pay is highly unstable! And before you say "But he didn't force them to be there-"

LOOK.

The employees themselves admitted that they had no choice. People had no choice and Vivienne Medrano took advantage of that for her own selfish desires. This is disgusting treatment of a studio as small as Spindlehorse. Or any studio for that matter.

Hell! chaifootsteps said once that once Zeurel released that he was paying his animators too low, he deleted one of the tweets showing the low pay and decided to do something to give his employees better wages. Meanwhile, Chimera Bunny pays even less than Viv does and just because paying your workers low is normal in the animation industry- plot twist: Doesn't make it ok!

People have suffered so much in this industry, it's why "New Deal for Animation" exists. The only reason you haven't seen many Vivziepop workers having protests and speaking out is because Vivziepop says things like this behind people's backs if they "dare" do anything she doesn't like:

So that explains as to why so many people remain as "anon" or say nothing at all because they got cold feet. Vivienne's terrible!

Especially since even her top employees have admitted to not being paid enough despite Adam's "I pay them to stay if they make us the most mon-ey!" claims from the article:

Also this:

This is how she speaks about her own employees:

"YOU DONT LIKE HOW I TREAT YOU?! FUCK OFF!"

Straight up abuse.

Also, wasn't Walt Disney known for abusing his employees?

To the point where people had an entire protest in 1914 about it?

Wow... such a healthy workplace treatment comparison. Doesn't make Vivziepop look more like a jerk.... at all! /s

3. She bullies kids/laughed at a sa victim that was sa'ed by her friends. As one kid was bullied into a panic attack (I know them personally) back in about 2020 and Viv decided to vague post about them behind their back even after they apologized.

For someone who's so focused on "forgiving despite cancel culture" she sure likes to blame and harass people for disliking even ONE thing about her show or herself. One thing- and you're harassed over making a meme about a cartoon with fictional characters (What Froot Did that set Vivziepop and Gumball off.)

Secondly, one of her friends sexually harassed a minor.

And instead of acknowledging the sa, Vivziepop wrote this:

She ended up calling it a "joke" and made fun of the victim involved.

This is outright abusive behavior that should not be tolerated.

Children don't deserve to be traumatized this way. Especially over something as simple as making memes about a cartoon (negative or not) or simply telling someone to stop fetishizing abuse.

More on this in this video made by Gummypop:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND-

That's all that I have for now!

Will likely be updating this post in the future. Goodbye!

EDIT:

More evidence of Vivziepop using abusive language and slander against her employees behind their back. Claims of them being a "stalker" (like she did to Kedi and also its clear that she told her employees to say that Kaz was a "stalker" otherwise how else would they be saying these things after she fired them.) along with using abusive language such as "CUNT!" to prefer to Kaz this way in a professional setting I cannot. 💀

More evidence of Vivziepop harassing a kid:

ANOTHER edit:

More evidence, she's burning them the HELL out!

Yet ANOTHER edit:

More evidence of Spindlehorse being abusive:

EDIT:

Even MORE evidence:

The fact that the story AND the storyboards AND the animating for season one's episodes were all done in one year is just so crazy to me like... WHAT?! Either way, this post will continue to extend the more that I find evidence. So remember to look forward to that one!

EDIT:

Sadly no, as animation abuse is so common that the police dont even see it as an issue. The last time I tried to call the police on her they needed a location. The problem? There is no location of Spindlehorse since it's a "private" studio. So because of that viv gets away with abuse despite the obvious implications of her behavior and how many people came out with allegations towards her.

[motherismotheringggg]

Heheh this is the sub Nicholas anon. And if you can’t or don’t feel comfy no pressure at all. Maybe virgin Nicholas with dom experienced reader giving him a blowjob for the first time. Maybe the reader has the house to themselves and invites him over. And he’s had a crush on them for so long and is so excited… he’s so whiny too 🫣

surrendered

summary: see request above, thank you to this lovely anon who suggested this <3

type: dom fem! reader x sub nicholas chavez

tags/warnings: 18+, dry humping, sex while slightly intoxicated, oral (m! receiving), nipple play (m! receiving)

author’s note: my first request 🤭🤭🤭 i really leaned into the sub! thing which made the reader more dom by comparison so this was SO much fun to write!!!

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Nicholas sat across from you at your dining table, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt both thrilling and a little shy. He tried to play it cool, laughing at your jokes, but you could sense his subtle nervousness. His dark eyes would drift to the side occasionally, or his fingers would tap his glass, and he seemed to hesitate just a fraction of a second whenever you leaned in closer.

This was your fourth date, and you’d decided on a cozy pasta-and-wine night at your place. The warmth of your space—the candlelight, the soft music, the little quirks of your apartment—seemed to relax him, bringing him into your world. After dinner, he offered to do the dishes, and soon after he returned to join you on the couch, where you handed him another drink. He accepted, but barely took a sip, glancing at you as if he was gathering the courage to make a move or perhaps trying to savor the moment in silence.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to him; everything about Nicholas drew you in. His appearance held a fascinating contrast—a rugged confidence softened by boyish charm. His dark eyes were intense yet warm, and they crinkled at the corners when he smiled, hinting at something vulnerable beneath his steady exterior. His strong jawline and light stubble gave him an air of maturity, though his laughter, easy and genuine, brought out a playfulness you loved. His tousled hair fell somewhere between dark brown and nearly black, and every time he ran his fingers through it, it gave him that effortlessly handsome look that was impossible to ignore.

Settling in beside him, you let the conversation flow. The natural ease between you felt grounding as if you’d known each other far longer than a handful of dates. Yet with every inch you shifted closer, Nicholas grew visibly tenser. His fingers traced the rim of his glass, his shoulders squared up as though preparing himself for something, and he seemed to hold his breath when you brushed against him. You could tell he was torn, the mix of nerves and anticipation almost palpable. His gaze met yours fleetingly, only to dart away again, his lips parting as if to say something before pressing them together, unsure.

Smiling, you leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against his neck, feeling the way his breath hitched. Emboldened, you let your fingers rest lightly on his knee, brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He stilled, his gaze shifting back to you, eyes wide and captivated.

"Do I make you nervous, handsome?" you teased, your voice low, just playful enough to draw him out.

Nicholas swallowed, trying to maintain his composure with a smile that didn’t quite hide his vulnerability. "Trying to not be," he murmured, though the faint blush rising on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Trying?” you asked with a laugh, pressing another soft kiss along his neck.

He hesitated, then took a steadying breath, and finally opened up. “I’ve wanted you since our first date,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “On our second date, when you wore that mini skirt, I couldn’t stop thinking about you… but, to be completely honest, I’ve… never been with anyone…sexually.”

You leaned back slightly, surprised but gentle, letting him continue without pressure.

“I thought I’d have more time to prepare,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed. His words began to tumble out a little quicker, the way they did when he was nervous. “There’s this whole idea that guys are supposed to just...know exactly what to do, you know? Like we’re born with some secret guidebook. And it’s not like I haven’t done anything, but I haven’t...gone all the way.” His voice softened, slowing as he looked at you, a vulnerability in his eyes that felt raw and genuine. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You watched him, warmth building in your chest. The trust he placed in you felt like a gift, and you found yourself even more drawn to him. With a soft smile, you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and kissing each one. “You talk so fast” you started lightheartedly, to break the tension in the room. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” you said, your tone gentle but reassuring. “If we want, we all have to have a first time, and it only makes sense that yours is with someone you like.”

His expression softened, a grateful smile crossing his lips as he met your gaze.

“If you’re ready,” you continued, voice soft, “I’d love to be your first, and we can go as slow as you need. No pressure.” You placed another kiss on the back of his hand, feeling his fingers tighten around yours as he let out a long, relieved breath.

“And I can even take the lead,” you added, a playful glint in your eyes. “Forget all that stuff about what guys are ‘supposed’ to know. Trust me, you don’t need it. Besides,” you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper, you flicked your tongue gently against his ear “I was kind of hoping you’d let me control you just a little”.

Nicholas’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and he let out a shaky breath, his eyes widening at your words. “O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with both excitement and nervousness. His fingers flexed against your waist, clinging to you as if you were his anchor, and he gave a slight, pleading whine, biting his lip and inhaling sharply while you continued to work on his neck.

You shifted closer, removing his shirt to reveal his firm strong chest and perfect body. You straddled his lap, your hands settling on his broad shoulders. His hands rose tentatively, resting at your waist as you leaned in, brushing your lips over his. He let out a soft, needy sound, his grip tightening slightly as if afraid to hold you too firmly. His response was hesitant at first, but as you deepened the kiss, he began to melt into it, a whimper escaping him as he pressed closer, almost desperately. His fingers pressed to your sides, in distress to keep you in your place.

You felt him shift, his grip tightening, as if he were gathering the courage to take a bit more control. Sensing it, you pulled back, just enough to keep him wanting, giving him a teasing smile. “Uh uh baby boy,” you murmured, your voice low and playful, “let me handle it.”

His eyes widened, a flash of that earlier nervousness crossing his face, and he let out a soft, almost frustrated whine. His hands loosened slightly, fingers tracing gently over your waist, his need evident in the way he looked up at you. “Sorry… just, you make it hard,” he whispered, his tone half-apologetic, half-pleading.

“I know,” you matched his pouty tone while caressing his face “but you have to wait, I want you to enjoy yourself. He leaned into your hand with heavy breath, you loved the nervous way his chest rose and fell, he was so desperate and needy for something -- anything in this moment. You started running your thumb over his lips a few times, before parting his lips slightly. You didn’t have to direct him before he you in his mouth.

Of course, that’s what you wanted but his willingness even caught you off guard - not that could show it. He looked up at you, wanting approval. You inhaled through your teeth calling him a good boy. His body responded to the praises, you could feel him grow as you sat on top of him, heat radiating from him.

You leaned in, brushing a slow, teasing kiss along his jaw, feeling his breath catch as you murmured against his skin, “Good. Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

The soft sounds he made were adorable—small, breathy gasps between kisses, little murmurs when you traced your fingertips down his neck, skimming the sensitive skin just below his ear. The way he reacted to each touch sent a thrill through you, making you want to draw out every reaction, to push him just a bit further, to watch him come undone.

“Can I get a little rough with you baby,” you asked him. His half-lidded eyes fluttered as his body was still riding out the high of you nibbling on his neck. He nodded, cheeks pink, his hands resting lightly on your waist. “Yes, please,” he breathed, voice soft, the need unmistakable in his tone.

Without a second passing, you wrapped one hand around his neck and used the other to balance yourself on his knee. You started to rock rhythmically on his, making sure you made contact with his hardness. He turned into a mess, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he squirmed under you.

“Keep it together for me baby,” you begged him “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.” You teased, he complied letting out more whimpering moans, he was committed to trying. He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut in a mix of effort and desire, trying desperately to hold himself back. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with restraint as he fought to keep his movements steady, despite the way you rocked against him. Sweat glistened on his skin, his breath ragged and shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though every inch of his body was on the verge of losing control.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained, “Don’t stop Y/N.” His words were laced with a mix of desperation and determination, his brows furrowed as he bit back another whimper.

You felt the struggle in his movements, the way he held himself back, the intensity in his gaze, and you couldn't help but smile at his effort. “I know, baby,” you teased softly, your voice dripping with sweetness. “I’m almost there and then I’ll treat you right.”

His hands flexed on your hips, his grip tightening, and you saw him swallow hard like he was fighting an internal battle. He nodded, still trying to keep his composure, but every little sound that escaped his lips and the way his body trembled under you told a different story. He was close, so close, and you knew the hardest part for him was still to come.

You rode out your climax on him, coming undone right on top of him. You took his hand and put it on your panties, letting him feel the wetness he created. “Thank you for being a good boy for me baby, now it’s your turn.” He crashed into your lips fast and hurriedly, he was so excited and just as grateful, immediately pulling away feeling apologetic.

You gave him a smirk and a gentle face tap as you shifted your position, guiding him back until he lay against the arm of the couch, letting yourself settle between his legs. He watched you, his eyes wide with anticipation as you trailed kisses down his neck, along his collarbone, taking your time, savoring every shiver and quiet gasp he let out.

Your body drifted lower until you were on your knees in front of him and his breathing became shallow, every inch of him sensitive to your touch. He whimpered softly when you paused, looking up at him with a teasing smile. You only had to give him a look to instruct him to take off his shorts, he did it with a starving hunger. He was in briefs, glaring at you in anticipation. You teased him, rubbing on his thighs getting closer and closer to him.

“For this, you just have to promise me that no matter what, you’ll wait to cum until I say you can - okay?” you asked, your voice a soft murmur. His eyes filled with worry, he felt like he could finish just by your touch alone.

“Please,” he whispered, “I…don’t know if I…please” There was a desperation in his voice, a need so pure and open that it made your heart race.

“Shhhh,” you put your hand up to his face to calm him “You’re my good boy right?” He nodded his head. “And you want me to take care of you right?” he nodded his head again, “so you can do this for me right?” he nodded again, still nervous but ready to obey.

You took your time, savoring every second as you let the moment unfold slowly. Each touch was deliberate, designed to heighten his anticipation, to make every sensation feel more intense. You hovered just close enough to him, letting the tension build between you, before your fingers traced down his chest, brushing lightly against his skin. His breath hitched, his body rigid with need, and you couldn't help but smile at how easily he was unraveling.

With careful intent, you reached for the waistband of his boxers, your fingers grazing the fabric, teasing the edges. His hips twitched involuntarily as you slowly, agonizingly, pulled them down. The moment he was freed, he sprang up eagerly, his excitement evident in the way he was already so hard, flushed, and dripping with need.

You kissed his red wet tip a few times before taking him into your mouth. A few quick motions on the length of his shaft and he was so beautifully responsive —soft, needy whines escaping his lips, his hands flexing as though he didn’t know where to put them, eventually settling on your shoulders, his fingers gripping you tightly. The way he squirmed, the way his body responded to every touch, every brush of your lips—it was intoxicating, sending a thrill through you like nothing else.

You reveled in the control, savoring the power that came with every move you made. It wasn’t just the way he responded—it was the way his restraint faltered with each touch, every soft press of your lips, every calculated caress. You could feel the tension in his body, muscles taut under your hands, but you remained in charge, guiding him through the moments.

As much as he surrendered to the pleasure, it was something deeper for you. The way his body responded, how he trusted you with his vulnerability—it drove you wild. Each shift in your rhythm, each soft command, had him trembling with need, and you knew you were the key to unlocking every part of him. The power you held over him stirred something inside you, a satisfaction far greater than his pleasure, and it made every moment even more intoxicating.

You were still working on him, giving him praises when you could; “you’re such a good boy”, “you feel so good in my mouth”, “you’re so fucking hot when you moan like that”. Each compliment made him come closer and closer to unraveling. He writhed in pain trying to contain himself.

He responded, “I’m a good boy…I’m your good boy”, he thrusted a few times in your mouth, getting ahead of himself, but you knew what he wanted. You anchored him down on the couch, pressing your hands on his thighs taking him far into your mouth. He whined your name out, truly frazzled. His hair was a mess, he was drenched in sweat, and his lips were swollen from trying to contain his whimpers and moans - you knew he was very close.

“Y/N” he could barely get out between gasps, “I’m sorry but I’m close…so close”, he was pleading with you, “can I please cum…please”.

You kept a steady motion on him, taking his full shaft and using your hands to stroke him too. You acted like you didn’t hear him but he whined out your name again “Y/N please!”

You stopped for a split second to lick from base to the tip, only stopping to ask him “Do you think you deserve to cum baby?”

He threw his head back, his chest rising and falling with each strained breath, unable to form words—only a whiny sound slipping from his throat, thick with need. His body arched toward you, desperate for more. You kept him on edge, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard, quick beat of his heart beneath your touch. Your fingers teased over his pecs, then down to his nipples, pinching them sharply as you maintained a fast, steady rhythm with your mouth, drawing every shudder from him.

He gasped, his body trembling, his grip tightening as he fought to hold back. You could feel him unraveling, inch by inch, his desperate whimpers only fueling your control. Every movement, every touch, was a reminder of just how much you had him—completely in your grasp.

His mouth was stuck open, his eyes were shut tight, and he was seconds from it, he just waited on your command and you gave it, “cum for me beautiful boy” you said quickly going back to your motion. It took him no time to meet your request, shooting a full warm load into your mouth.

He let out moans and groans as he came down, you gave him a few last-minute licks around his tip just to make him squirm. He laughed and writhed in pain, leaning down to kiss you, “You’re amazing” he got out between exhausted breaths.

By the end of it, after you got him a towel to clean himself off and he changed into the clothes he brought for the night he lay sprawled against the couch, you nestled into his side and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice soft, a hint of awe in his tone. He seemed almost at a loss for words, still caught in the afterglow, a mixture of relief and wonder shining in his eyes.

You smiled, brushing a gentle kiss along his jaw. “Anytime,” you whispered back, already looking forward to the next chance you’d have to show him exactly how incredible a first time could be.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! This recipe/review was delayed at first from- well it was a different recipe originally, technically bat tempura should be the next item but id like my first tasting experience of bat to be made by someone else who knows what bat should taste like. The recipe after bat tempura is living armor and id intended to use geoduck to mimic the scale. Living armor is interesting with dunmeshi as they used the suit of armor in 3 different ways; grilling, steaming, and souping.

Affording geoduck, a PNW delicacy, is a stretch for one dish, let alone 3. With my write-ups id like to offer a chance that readers will actually be able to make what we talk about. So I opted to use regular clams instead. I feel myself above the fire so we're still sticking with one dish, the dish that doesnt require a grill or a helmet-esque plating arrangement.

Today in our delicious dungeon, we're going to be making Living Armor Soup!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Living Armor Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASKThe ingredients used in the show didnt give much to work on, quoting "medicinal herb" and "special sauce".

1 lbs Mussels

Shallots

Garlic

Bay leaf

Curry powder

Chicken stock

Cream

Eggs

Its important to use cream as your dairy, the higher fat content gives you leeway with boiling and acidity to avoid curdling. Any cream should do. Still bring it to temp gently but rest assured in the moo moos protection. 

AND, “what does Living Armor Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

A smoother, buttery-er cream of chicken soup

The mussel meat itself feels like a simplified version of chicken hearts- structurally and in taste

Its not bad. You could hard sell it to a picky eater 

Green onions would bring crispier top-notes much needed

And maybe building a roux base for the soup would fill out the low end?

I dont know what drinks would pair well with this. My heart wants to say red wine but im not a grape fan and cant get more specific than that

I think the hassle of procuring seafood is why when i ask my friends their opinions, the responses are middling to negative. You cant build a palate for it if you dont eat it enough. If i'd had fish stock i wouldve used that rather than chicken, while it doesnt turn the soup disgusting or make itself known much at all, awareness of its presence draws unfavorable comparisons to food I'd rather be eating. And eating for cheaper too (...besides the chicken hearts).

. Some mussels out of a bunch will inevitably be DOA, you wont be eating exactly a pound of them. This and waterweight are the nature of seafood. . Lay easy on the salt until the end before serving . If you have enough mussel stock left after straining, you might not need additional stock

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From deciding to cook to sitting and eating, the process took about an hour and a half. Not bad but not great, considering this dinner left me feeling full for all of about an hour after.

And the mussels were mostly usable/alive too! I discarded maybe 3 of the whole pound! Sure seafood can be light eating- youd think the dairy and vegetables would hulk it up more. The science of what makes food filling isnt entirely understood, as is most nutrition and gastro science, so i dont know what to blame. Stunning that 1lbs of mussels was not enough to keep a 110lbs person full for an hour.

If i were to make this again, i would serve it with fresh dinner rolls (or another carb). Breads and seafood are joined at the hip in my mind. You want more delicate tastes from your fish? I got just the thing. An entire family of food with varying flavors and textures that just so happen to all work pretty well with the third thing people eat often with seafood; butter.

I give this recipe a solid 4/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) It needs workshopping beyond being recognizable to the show.

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

1 lbs mussels, cleaned and de-bearded

Butter

3 shallots, finely diced

3 garlic cloves, crushed

2 bay leaf

Curry powder to taste

120g chicken stock

100g heavy cream

2 eggs

Method:

Wash your mussels. Remove any beards and barnacles. Discard any mussels with open shells.

Finely dice your shallots and garlic.

In a saucepan, brown your shallots and garlic in some butter over medium-low heat. Once softened add your stock, bay leaves, and curry powder to the saucepan. Increase the heat to medium.

Add your cleaned mussles to the saucepan, the liquid should cover them but if not add more stock. Bring to a boil, and then cover and reduce to a simmer.

Keep simmering until most/all of the mussel shells open. Discard any that still havent after about 6 minutes of simmering. Set aside the remaining mussels.

Pass the liquid in your saucepan through a strainer and return the liquid into the saucepan.

In a seperate bowl, combine the eggs and cream together. Carefully stir the egg/cream mixture into the saucepan until incorporated.

Remove the meat from the mussels, either discard or save some shells for garnishing.

Place the mussel meat on the bottom of serving bowls and pour the hot broth overtop, add your garnish (if any) and enjoy!

[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

| Part 1 | | Part 2 | | Part 3 |

Alright, alright, I know I’ve already shown you the Last Drop, so here we’re looking at the one from the alternate timeline, as seen in Episode 7. The elements and layout don’t change too much, but there are variations, and since my story is set in this universe, I imagine this version is the most helpful for anyone wanting to explore the universe I write about. The link to the story is HERE, but I hope this can also be useful for anyone writing or reading their own work.

Here we are once again! This tour might be a bit challenging, but don’t worry—your guide has got you covered! This time, we need to start outside.

I know we all recognize the exterior of the bar, which hasn’t changed, but I ask you to take a closer look at the streets. They’re clean and bathed in sunlight. (The Last Drop is in the Entresol, the middle level of Zaun’s three depth levels.) While it may seem almost normal or expected, the smog that used to accumulate made it impossible for light to filter through the thick air, even during the day. As a result, the underground city never got to see this much light. This is the first time.

In Heimerdinger’s sequence where he’s seen playing "Spin the Wheel," we can catch glimpses of glass greenhouses protecting plants, and people in wheelchairs, hinting that the city is now more accessible.

This is the third post where I’ve mentioned this damn ceiling, so I went back just to show it to you, because it was necessary at this point. Let’s start with the fact that the Last Drop has been renovated. The fact that Ekko is wearing a gold earring and is so well-dressed suggests that their profits have increased, and the first thing they did was fix up the place. But enough talk—let’s get to the proof. Now that natural light reaches Zaun, the LED lights on the ceiling aren’t needed anymore. What is needed? Glass, to let the light in.

And so, we move on to another small but significant difference. Scattered throughout the Last Drop, but especially at the bar counter, there are terrariums with plants. Claggor and Mylo are even working on plants capable of converting the dense air of the Sump into clean oxygen. But why do plants have such prominence here? In Season 1, we’re shown that in Zaun, only one place had plants: the Chembarons' meeting room. It was so high up and so clean, thanks to the ventilation on the ceiling, that plants were a privilege of the oligarchy, not something for everyone. But here, even ordinary people in Zaun have plants around, and they thrive.

The bar counter remains the same, the barrels behind Vander are still protected by the same glass partitions as always. The difference now is that everything is adorned with what used to be a symbol of luxury.

Did you recognize these booths? Now, instead of the Chembarons' photos, there are sheets with dart game scores written on them—both for the kids and the three older men. To be honest, the one I’m showing you in the photo from Zaun’s original timeline is actually the first booth on the left from the entrance. Meanwhile, the one shown where the kids are sitting is the second booth, a bit closer to both the bar counter and the narrow hallway that leads to the arcade area and the pool table.

Which ones? These. Actually... this photo was taken in front of the first booth, and we can see Powder's drawings hanging there. Basically, we understand that they’re portraits of all of them together, happy. Maybe some are solo portraits, but they’re definitely very different from how things are now. (the comparison)

I imagine that the basement where Vander and his children used to live is now the place where they store alcohol and reserve drinks, or maybe it has become a boiler room. We don’t have photos of the lower area (which, I remind you, can be accessed by taking the door to the right of the bar counter and going down a long staircase) nor of the upper area, which is reached by climbing the stairs to the left. So, I can’t show you more parts of our beloved bar, but I can tell you that according to what we’re told in episode 7, they now offer both live music and events. So, the Last Drop has continued both Vander’s family-oriented, rustic management and Silco’s vision of a nightlife hub and heart of the city.

As for the rest—how we got to this point, what brought the change, how Silco's eye healed, how they managed to reach such an economic development to renovate the bar in that way—I can only speculate. But, I won’t do that here.

The theme of the universe’s development from episode 7, starting with Vi’s death, is what I talk about in my fanfiction. So, I’ll take a moment to advertise myself during this tour and let you know that if, in addition to the objective facts, you'd like to hear my opinion, I address it HERE (Everytime it rains).

From these three tours, I think you've gathered that I’m someone who pays a lot of attention to details, which is why a superficial analysis of the differences wasn't enough for me. I needed a bigger space to narrate (and analyze) the politics and the domino effect of events. So, I don't know, I hope to see you again at the bar.

Sincerely, your guide, provided by...

-Kiramman's chronocare

[ophanstears]

Undertale YELLOW ReImagined!

I wanted to put my own spin on how the cast of UTY would look in my style! :) I'm new to pixel art, and I had a blast trying it out! [Just to clarify, this is NOT an attempt to "fix" UTY's designs; I have immense respect for all the artists and developers working on UTY, and their work is incredible! I LOVE the cast, their animations, art and designs! This is all just for fun!] A ton more thoughts and comparison under the Read More! if you feel like reading a lot.

Flowey the Flower: I gave Flowey flushed, freckled cheeks and a tooth gap to make him look cuter and more approachable! Just a ruse, though - fluster him enough, and he might revert to that typical pale face and frown.

Clover: Clover is the iconic player character of the game so I changed as little as possible. I simply adjusted some colors and added details, including the adorable blush they have in a lot of promo art!

Dalv: I aimed to showcase Dalv's lightning powers through his design, so I gave him glowing horns and some subtle markings, including a pinkish nose. <3 While he’s originally based on Vlad, I added some minotaur elements because they really suit him. I Like in the original story, the minotaur trapped in a maze, unsure of what else is out there.

Martlet: I'll be honest, I saw some art of chubby Martlet and was inspired. To bring her passion for woodworking across, I gave her some tight but comfy overalls! She has some cool goggles that she always forgets to wear when flying - typical Martlet! Since a martlet is said to be a bird that never rests or settles, I gave her some cool glowly ghost legs! They're translucent!

Starlo: I revamped Starlo's cape by changing the patterns and adding tassels! I also removed the piece of wheat sticking to his hat because, honestly, I tend to forget to draw it. ^^* The inner fabric of his cape has a fun star pattern, tying into his previous obsession with space! And of course, big boots!

Ceroba: I made Ceroba a bit furry-like and taller, sort of to mirror Toriel! I wanted to give her a more traditional kimono with beautiful patterns, and I added eyebags to make her look a bit tired. She also has large paws now; I considered giving her sandals but ultimately decided against it.

Axis: To be honest I wanted to push his design even further but!!! Then it wouldn't be Axis anymore! :( I kept most of his original features but added some pink highlights. His antennae now have pointy tips, resembling bunny ears! I couldn’t resist the idea of a fox monster creating a bunny robot to apprehend humans - it’s just too cute! He's also taller now for intimidation factor and in case a larger human comes along.

And that's all! Thank you so much if you made it this far! More is to come soon! :) here is a wip!

I also have an AU in the works! And lots and lots of art!!!

[blaire-apricity]

hiiii :3 i have a request for a short fanfic for our bunny boy xavier hehe <3 let’s say reader gets a tattoo of xavier’s sword (like the design behind his latest promise outfit) all the way down their back ;) i would die to see how he would react to this 😝

this can be fluff or whatever you’re comfy with ! tqsm 💗

Tethered by Ink

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊.

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You stood before the full-length mirror, the silky nightgown clinging to your body in delicate waves, accentuating every curve. Slowly, you turned, glancing over your shoulder to admire the tattoo that now graced the small of your back—an intricate design inspired by Xavier's sword. The fine details mirrored his blade’s sharp yet elegant craftsmanship, making you smile at the thought of him permanently etched into your skin, a part of him that you would carry always.

Your eyes flickered back to the mirror just as the bathroom door opened with a soft creak, steam spilling into the room like a veil of mist. Xavier emerged, fresh from the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, a towel in hand as he casually dried his damp hair. His movements paused the moment he caught sight of your tattoo.

Right, he hadn’t seen it yet.

He stood still, his eyes widening slightly, taking in the sight. For a fleeting moment, his usual calm demeanor faltered. The expression he wore was one of silent awe, like a rare moment when the world around him slowed, leaving him utterly captivated. You blinked, mirroring his reaction, uncertainty settling in as you wondered if he approved.

“Do you like it?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned to face him. Your hand instinctively rested over your chest, fingers clutching the fabric nervously as the silence between you grew heavier.

His answer wasn’t immediate. Instead, time seemed to stretch endlessly as he closed the distance between you. He moved with purpose, gently wrapping one arm around your waist. His broad chest pressed warmly against your back, and his free hand trailed along the curve of your spine, where the inked design was now part of you. His fingers brushed over your skin, featherlight and deliberate, tracing the lines as though memorizing each one.

His lips hovered just above your ear, his breath fanning across your skin, sending a rush of warmth through your body. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, each word punctuated by the intimate proximity of his mouth to your ear. The gentle, teasing brush of his breath caused your pulse to quicken, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, blushing.

He hadn’t moved far, still standing close enough that his scent, fresh from the shower, engulfed you. It was intoxicating, a blend of clean soap and something uniquely him that made your knees feel weaker. You lowered your gaze to the reflection in the mirror, catching a glimpse of your own flushed face, the soft pink hue betraying the rapid beat of your heart, while Xavier’s gaze remained fixed on your back, a mix of admiration and something deeper—possessiveness.

You tried to steady your breathing, but the intensity of the moment only heightened when his hand, resting against your waist, tightened slightly. “Did it hurt?” His voice was barely a murmur, almost a hum, his thumb continuing to lazily draw soft, aimless patterns against your skin.

You blinked, snapping out of the daze. “Huh? Oh—no, not really.” You shook your head lightly, remembering the brief discomfort of the tattoo, which paled in comparison to the battle scars you bore as a hunter. The pain had been fleeting, but his concern warmed you. Despite everything you endured, it was sweet that he still cared about something as minor as this.

Xavier hummed, clearly pleased with your answer, though his gaze never left your tattoo, his fascination evident. The air between you felt charged, as though he were absorbing every detail of the ink that now marked your body in his name. He caught your eye in the mirror, his expression shifting slightly, his brows knitting together as if contemplating something. Without warning, he leaned down, the hand on your waist tightening once more as his lips brushed the top of your spine.

The sensation sent a jolt through you. His kisses were featherlight, yet they lingered, their soft warmth leaving a trail of sensation that made your breath hitch. He was gentle, his thumb continuing its soothing motions, ensuring you were never overwhelmed. But there was no mistaking the possessive pride in the way his lips caressed the design—this mark of him on your body.

Even though the tattoo would often be hidden beneath your clothes, he knew it was there, and that knowledge filled him with satisfaction. This symbol—his sword—was now a part of you. A silent claim. And the thought that others might never see it, but he would, especially in your most intimate moments, sparked something possessive in him. His lips hovered over your skin, and though he never said the words, you could feel it in his touch.

The next time he held you, he knew this new view of your back would be something he’d look forward to, a reminder that you were his—deeply, unmistakably his.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 (𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠~

[squid-bunny-msi]

HOPELESS FROM THE LEFT RIGHTS IS A PRE-MSI SONG AND IT'S THE EARLIEST RECORD EVER BY JAMES EURINGER (1989)

BEAR WITH ME STAY TIL THE END I SWEAR THIS THEORY MAKES SENSE. I can't draw so I just be typing words🤣🤣😂😂

First off, this theory isn't mine, but from a reddit user in a 2021 post, Most I'm doing is bringing this up to you guys in a more ""condensed way"". (I finished and I realized I just made it longer fuck me)

We know Jimmy has a habit of saving songs for later releases, like with YRTA and IF. But I don’t think Hopeless is a track that was made 4 or 6 years ago for the album. I actually think it’s from about 20 years before Bad Choices Made Easy (2010), and it's an 89-90's song and here’s why

1-Jimmy's voice and singing style belong more to the PINK /Tight era than the HIL or even YRTA era

Jimmy's voice at 40 is deeper and more mature than when he was 20, along with a different singing style.

I'll leave a comparison of Eat Those Words (2013), Panty Shot (1997), Pussy all night (1998) and finally Hopeless (circa 1989).

1-40 yo Jimmy vs 20 yo Jimmy

2-Jimmy's high notes and falsettos in the 90s

3-Hopeless

2-Michael Andrew Pascal, pre-MSI friend of Jimmy could be in this song and is credited on The Left Rights:

In the screenshots of old copyrighted songs by James Euringer pre-1990, we can see he has the pseudonym of "JAMES NEMO", while also Steve and a Michael Pascal guy are also here.

James is credited for words, music, performance, arrangement

Steve is credited for music, performance, and arrangement

Pascal is also credited for arrangement and performance, meaning that Pascal was physically involved in the songs of these times (singing or dancing along with James and Steve).

(This also appears on Jimmy Urine's page on the MSI wikipedia, the songs are all around 1989 max. )

Now, listen to the beginning of Hopeless again. Do you recognize three different voices? It seems like Andrew starts with the 'Here we go, break it down' part James says 'No bass, no synth, just da beats' in a peppy voice and sings 'I met this girl and she was so fine,' and then Steve delivers the 'I've traveled far, I've met the girlies' part (?) or maybe it's the 'I love 'em and leave 'em! I shove 'em and heave 'em' line. (To be honest, I'm not really familiar with Steve's voice u_u).

On top of that, look who is credited in the Thank you section of Bad Choices made easy (scan by Cain @tghtr )

The original poster said that Andrew Pascal is credited here, but not in the rest of the thank you sections of MSI albums, I don't have MSI's whole discography to check their Thank you sections, but for people that do, I encourage to check this up yourselves!

3-They don't sound like they're in a studio:

You can clearly hear a reverb at the beginning of the song because it doesn’t seem like they’re in a studio, but rather in an empty room. It's not a reverb done digitally. This could be because it was just a casual recording, something you’d record on a cassette tape recorder. All 1989 recordings of Jimmy are put under the category of "sound cassette"

Considering this, there are high chances that Hopeless is the EARLIEST RECORD of Jimmy Urine singing, being 1989, even before Pink. Could also not be 1989 if Andrew was still around making beats with Jimmy but weren't copyrighted in the site, James Nemo is still registered in max 1993. But the songs where Andrew is included are max 1989.

Jimmy said multiple times that he re-uses old songs if they sound good to him. So this wouldn't be new, but still fascinating.

This is getting too long brother they dont pay me enough, like and reblog if u read allat and lmk what do u think 😱

[sysig]

Tainted batch (Patreon)

[alpaca-clouds]

If I had a penny for every time a Belmont got startled by a fox...

So, @aquilaofarkham pointed this out on BlueSky, and is totally right about it (they made the screenshots to, thanks for allowing me to use them!). Why I clocked this scene in Nocturne as well - I actually did not draw the comparison to the Trevor season 3 scene. But yes, that is indeed...

If I got a penny for every time a Belmont got startled by a fox, I would have two pennies, which is not a lot, but it is weird it happened twice.

And you know what that means, right?

THEORY TIME!!!

As some people might know: Since season 1 of Nocturne was out, I am very very certain of one thing. And that thing is, that the Belmont bloodline also goes back to a god.

In S1 of Nocturne when Annette talks about her own divine bloodline, she says a lot of people do have a divine ancestor, but the knowledge got lost. And to me this instantly read as: "Actually, by the way, the Belmonts totally have a divine ancestor as well!"

And I have been riddling since then, who it could be.

So, what if the fox is a representation of that ancestor?

Yes. This does mean I get to talk mythology again.

So, foxes. In early European folklore the fox is basically equivalent to coyote in North American folklore. Especially in Germany and France Reynard or Reinecken shows up a lot as a trickster spirit in the form of a fox. While there are some theories on Reynard somewhat going back to an actual deity, we kinda don't know about that for sure, because we have absolutely no textual evidence for it, and it mostly goes back to the fact that throughout the area in early medieval times the depiction of Reynard as a trickster is very very consistent - and also lines up with more eastern depictions of fox adjacant deities. Since we know that those are connected through Indo-European culture group it is not so weird to assume that there might have been a fox trickster deity, though if there was, we do not know their name.

But the good news is: The Belmonts are French in origin, and we do know from Trevor that they had contact to indigenous European people (aka the Celts). So, the highest likelihood for a divine ancestor is definitely a Celtic god or goddess.

Now, if we talk about Celtic deities we obviously run into the problem: Outside the Gaelic culture we know Jack Shit. Because fuck the fucking Romans and fuck the Christians even more, who very thoroughly erased most stuff about those religions. My anthropology heart does not spend three hours a day crying about this fact at all!!!!

Of course, we know the Celtic cultures were related, so there is a high likelihood that at least some of the deities from the Gaelic culture will also show up in the Gaulic culture, but we do not know for certain.

Which on the bright side also means, that my guess is about as good as whatever the writers might come up with. Hooray!

So, my first guess is Adsagsona. A goddess about whom we know exactly nothing. We know she was a goddess of magic, who was invoked in spells. And we have the suspicion she was maybe linked to foxes. Maybe. Because the thing is, we do have one written evidence of her being invoked, and some artifacts from the same area she was invoked in that might be related to her and the practice of magic. Which is not a lot. Cool bit about that, of course: It would totally give a writer freedom to make up whatever about this.

Next guess would be Arduinna. She was a forest goddess who got merged with Diana when the Romans colonized what is France today. She definitely got depicted a lot with forest animals, and definitely also was connected to the hunt (which works well with the Belmonts), though the preferred animal for her to be paired with was either the deer or the boar. Which, I would guess, makes sense, because people hunted those more for food than they would hunt foxes.

A bit more vague would be the god Cunomaglus. Because he is British, not Gallic, though definitely he is a hunting god, and while his main animal was the dog, he definitely got also depicted with foxes. No doubt about that bit. xD

Next up would be a probably related god to Cunomaglus: Nodens. Again, British. Again, hunting. Again, the main animal are gods. I would not know about him being depicted with foxes, but given he has a lot of overlap with Cunomaglus I would also not be surprised. Bonus points, because I know there is fandom-overlap between GDT's Hellboy movies and Castlevania: Nuada is based on the Irish equivalent to Nodens, and draws a lot of influence from the Brittanic god.

If we go a bit more wild, we could also make a guess for Ceres, though that one would be a bit weird. Ceres is of course a Roman Goddess, but Romans were also in France forever, so it is not impossible. Ceres is heavily associated with foxes, though mainly in the sense that foxes are sacrificed for her. But there is a fox association.

There is also with the Roman gods a very loose association with both Dionysus and Diana. But Diana usually gets depicted with dogs and stags, and for Dionysus there is exactly one myth linking him to foxes. So... Eh.

Lastly... I will just leave here that Diana's Slavic equivalent, Devana, actually gets depicted as a fox more than once. But Slavic culture is kinda on the other end of Europe. So it is possible, but also... Eh. It is a far bit away. But then again, the Belmonts lived in today's Romania for a long while, so it is not impossible, I guess.

And that's it. For today at least.

But I wanted to get this off my chest.

[love-hold]

20 moments to recap AO25

(all singles moments i’m sorry)

1. carlos alcaraz (or rather buzzcutcaraz) debuted his new victorbarber haircut and was tomatoed for lack of a better word, causing his fans to crash out two weeks into the new season.

2. danielle collins made herself an enemy of australia (or at least of the crowd at her R2 match against hometown hero destanee aiava)

3. AO’s YouTube channel premiered AO Animated, a free livestream that cartoon animated RLA matches and captured moments like this.

4. laura siegemund knocked out AO24 finalist zheng qinwen R2, which doesn’t help how much people dislike her already after her match against coco gauff at USO23

5. 18 year old, ATP next gen champion joao fonseca battled through qualifying and knocked out 9th seed andrey rublev R1. for 24H he was praised as the next hot thing, claimed as part of the next big 3 along with alcaraz/sinner (rip holger rune). unfortunately, he was knocked out R2 by lorenzo sonego, teaching an important lesson on how we shouldn’t make these comparisons so hastily because that kind of expectation is anything but beneficial. leave the guy alone! (btw no hate to joao, i’m excited to see his career flourish!)

6. sunflowered naomi osaka—after being handed quite a draw—took revenge on the last two players that kicked her out of 2024’s hard court slams: the c/k-aros, caroline garcia and karolina muchova

7. lucky loser eva lys reached R4 and achieved her career best performance at a grand slam. the craziest part? she was notified 10 mins before her R1 match that she would be playing. i love a fairytale run!

8. 19 year old, next gen ATP finals runner up learner tien beat the 5 set, 2 AM chaos match specialist himself, daniil medvedev. one of the best matches of the tournament, learner kicked out AO24’s finalist in R2 with a dramatic fifth set tiebreak. he continued to rally himself to R4, the youngest player since 2005 nadal to do so.

shoutout to alex michelsen who defeated AO23 finalist stefanos tsitsipas and karen khachanov, and jakub mensik who defeated casper ruud. next gen!

9. jacob fearnley shut nick kyrgios up

10. novak djokovic refused to do the typical on-court post-match interview with jim courier in an act of protect against the comments of channel 9 host tony jones who heckled his fans and called him overrated.

11. oh AO kits. you were pretty underwhelming. nike hit another low—i can’t believe that tank top dress made it to the women’s final. in both colors. but there were positives. once again, coco and naomi: gorgeous. esp naomi’s sunflowers! ON finally changed their gradient colors. purple BOSS shirt! (unfortunately, didn’t see much of it) and i really loved destanee aiava’s story behind her kits. but jannik’s denim custom fox...this is what you give to the world number 1?

12. iga’s bakery opened again, dishing out a scary number of bagels and breadsticks. in fact, while the ATP had its ugly five setters like usual (jack draper playing 3 in a row), countless players from the WTA gave out 6-0’s and 6-1’s this tournament

13. kei nishikori lived up to his reputation as the five set king, defeating thiago monteiro R1 from two-love down

14. janholger delivered the chaos we expected. alpine-boy, sickly victorian child, jannik sinner practically melted on RLA, taking an 11 min MTO. holger then decided to take his own MTO, 5-3 on jannik’s serve. if that wasn’t enough, jannik decided to break the net, delaying the match another 20 mins. also, there was this point.

15. more “surprise players” (draw wise) reached the second week: nastia pavlyuchenkova (QF) belinda bencic (R4), olga danilovic (R4), paula badosa (SF), lorenzo sonego (QF), gael monfils (R4), elina svitolina (QF), ben shelton (SF), and madison keys (more on her later).

ALSO ben became the first active american man to reach the semis of different 2 grand slams.

16. elina and gael were true tennis power couple goals, knocking out #4 seeds jasmine paolini and taylor fritz R3, hours after the other and reaching the second week (shoutout to gael at 38 years old, still delivering entertaining five setters)

17. the projected novak djokovic and carlos alcaraz QF did happen to the joy of most tennis fanatics and to the horror of carlos’ fan base. the end result? carlos’ dream of the career GS slam was crushed once again, and novak’s thigh became equally injured, leading him to retire in his SEMIFINAL MATCH against zverev. he was boo-ed off the court. jfc.

18. world #1 jannik Winner defended his AO title in straights without giving up any break points, extending his match streak to 37-1 from oct. he only dropped two sets: the king of hardcourt, completely untouchable.

19. adding even more humiliation to the loss, zverev’s history of domestic violence (given the fact that said history has been blatantly ignored by the ATP) was publicly called out during his losers speech

20. and last but certainly not least MADISON KEYS DETHRONED 2X DEFENDING CHAMPION ARYNA SABALENKA, FINALLY EARNING HER WELL-DESERVED GRAND SLAM AT 29 (AT THE TOURNAMENT WHERE SHE MADE HER FIRST SLAM SEMI AS A TEEN), BATTLING THROUGH SABALENKA (1) SWIATEK (2) SVITOLINA (28) RYBAKINA (6) COLLINS (11). absolutely insane.

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I 100% missed many other moments, tag below for your top picks ;)

honorable mentions (that I can think of)

-adm reaching the QFs!

-taylor donating his R1 match earnings to help the LA fires

-keys v swiatek SEMI (including the shadow hitting/serve clock drama)

-novandy

[badaboomx]

Every night (doing you right) | Bada Lee x Reader

PAIRING: G!P Bada Lee x Fem!Reader.  SETTING: Underground dancer Bada Lee is quite the popular girl in town and way out of your league. Or so you think. (Continuation of 'Did I mention') WORDS: 6k PART: 2 of 3

ⓘ This one doesn't have smut, but it does have risque elements. Proceed with caution.

Lusher’s encouraging words were one thing, but the next thing was getting over this strange block that kept you from uttering a single word about the subject. By not bringing it up, it seemed that Bada didn’t feel like bringing it up either, creating a strange and stupid situation that wasn’t entirely hopeless but infuriating.

For example, the next time you saw Bada was not the time or place to bring it up. Lusher needed to bring back a couple of jackets that Bada borrowed her, and so she dragged you with her. Bada was at home, doing some maintenance to her car by the time you both arrived. And just by being in her presence you could feel yourself slowly reverting to when you first met her – nervous, unsure of whether you should be there or not. But when you both were close enough…

“Hey,” Bada said simply, giving Lusher a quick hug. “You look like hell.”

Lusher, who hadn’t slept trying to study, playfully growled at her. “Whatever,” she sounded so tired, too. “Where do I put these?”

Bada pointed her head to the table deep into the garage, watching Lusher go.

Her greeting to you? Bada looked at you for a second, the most subtle smile appearing on her face. “Hey, scared puppy,” she said lowly. “Still afraid that I’ll bite?”

You shook your head, unable to even say anything.

“Then come here,” she said, beckoning you to come close for a hug. 

You hesitated for a second, but still let her do so. It was a quick, simple hug too. Yet it felt really nice, comfortable. You felt safe all over again for that brief moment before you both pulled away. Quietly looking at each other; she didn’t mention it, you didn’t mention it. Bada smirked a little and patted your head as she pulled away fully, looking back at Lusher and talking to her about the jackets.

You stood there, like an idiot. Watching, yearning, debating whether or not to take this time to do anything. But it wasn’t the time, you just couldn’t.

Bada went back to work while you and Lusher left her to get back to it.

But let us not fool ourselves. Opportunities weren’t lacking at all. You both just never brought it up for some ungodly reason. Listen, it’s almost hilarious, let us recount the time.

It would be a whole week before you would get to see her again, however. First off, you were added to the girls’ group chat and introduced to all the girls in the crew, which just grew your social circle just as you wanted. But what was interesting was just how little Bada spoke in that group chat as a whole, despite being the leader. Every now and then she joked with the girls, but by comparison to how chatty everyone was she certainly didn’t talk as much. While the girls kept you entertained, and you were very happy to meet them, a side of you longed to hear more of Bada. That detached presence made her look all the more cool and elusive, but it made you yearn to see her more. It gnawed at you to the point you went to her profile, seeing her social media and noting there was only instagram to check out. As you’d expect, she had only shared a few pictures of herself with the team during practice, some outfit from a competition three months ago, and a clip of her working on a drawing. Not as updated as you wanted to, but it checks out as someone who keeps to themselves.

Truly a woman who was a privilege to witness in the flesh, you’d come to realize. That only made Bada’s presence all the more cathartic to you, especially when you met her again after a while.

Picture this, you were walking down the streets after a class and Mr. Annoying (as you’d come to call him) classmate insisted on following you home. Not walking you, cause that would imply that you said yes. He just had temporary deafness whenever you said ‘Leave me alone.’  Still, you did your best to ignore him as he chatted away and tried to get you to respond to something, subtly throwing an insult disguised as a compliment to get you to shout at him, or even apologizing for how weird he was. But you really didn’t say anything, knowing that because you were the new kid in town he thought he had the advantage to do whatever he wanted.

You were wondering what the hell to do, where to run, until–.

“Hey.”

You stopped in your spot and turned around at that voice that was like the heavens had opened up for you.

There Bada was in all her towering height and imposing presence, wearing a black cap that obscured her eyes and baggy, hip attire that felt just as menacing. That relief washed over your body entirely the moment you recognized that woman, like she was your Prince Charming but better. Behind her were Lusher and the others who were unsure of what to do and kept their distance, but were ready for anything. Bada, instead, approached casually and cooly, getting closer to you. “We’ve been looking for you,” she said, staring at you and then at Mr. Annoying, pointing at him casually. “He’s with you?”

“Yeah!” The guy didn’t like this, but he pretended to be a normal friend of yours. “I was just walking her home,” he lied, starting to back away – perhaps intimidated by Bada’s presence.

Bada looked at you as he said that and you shook your head rather violently. To which Bada only looked at him and smiled. It was an odd smile you’ve never seen on her, but you could tell it was merely to avoid escalating the situation and putting you in danger. “Thanks, I’ll take it from here,” she said firmly and matter of factly, reaching a hand out for you to take, which you did instantly and moved to get behind her immediately.

“H-hey, wait just a minute,” the guy said, reaching out to try and grab you. 

Bada stood in front of him to avoid even getting closer to you, swatting his hand away. “I’ll take it from here, you can go,” she sounded less nice now, with more authority, but spoke low to not create a commotion.

Which the guy had no issues in creating. “How do I know you guys are her friends, huh?” He pointed at Bada with an accusatory finger as he yelled, relentlessly (even if slowly) trying to find a way to circle around Bada to get to you, but Bada was faster and taller. People around you either ignored him babbling or turned to look with a bit of concern. “She doesn’t have any friends, I know that.”

Bada on the other hand, discreetly took the keys to her car and subtly motioned to Lusher to take them, which the brunette did quickly dragging you and the rest of the girls towards the car and hopping in. The guy saw that and started to get a bit more physical with Bada, now throwing his body to get past her only to receive a hard shove from her that sent him back hard. But he was like a desperate, drunken man who kept lunging forward and threatened Bada with violence now, trying to get the bystanders to be on his side by shouting that you were his girlfriend and that these bandits were taking you. The only thing he was getting was the attention of two waiters from a nearby restaurant trying to hold him back and placate him. The girls had hopped in the car, Lusher had started it and backed up a bit so that Bada could make a quick getaway.

But then the guy called Bada a freak and a multitude of… other very offensive things that I would rather not say here. 

The girls heard it, you heard it and you thought Bada would just let it go and get in the car. It hadn’t dawned on you then. But Tatter’s immediate reaction of getting out of the car after hearing that told you everything about it.

Bada decked the man right in the face, cleanly, watching him fall backwards on the floor and pathetically lay there for a second. She was angry, and if it wasn’t for Tatter holding her back she would’ve lunged forward to give him more. You hopped out of the car yourself, just to give Tatter a hand, coaxing Bada to just get in the car. With both Tatter’s and your calming words, Bada only warned him to leave you alone from now on and got in the car with both of you. 

The car screeched out of there, leaving skidmarks and a cloud of smoke and then you guys were out of there.

The atmosphere in the car was tense at first, with Lusher driving off quickly and Tatter keeping her eyes peeled on the road. Kyma and Minah sat tensely, looking around and at the window as if scared that the cops might approach them for what just happened. But Bada was still angry, at least at first. The labored breath gave it away, seated against the other window and almost unable to face the girls after that – unable to even face you, who sat right next to her. 

Just looking at her you were fascinated at this new side of her. Someone so composed, so chill, losing their cool and even looking angry at herself for showing that side to you and the girls. It… made you want to care for her, pushing aside any nervousness you had.

“Hey,” you softly said to Bada, making her look at you. “You okay?”

Bada shook her head a little, taking off her cap. As she did though, you noticed the slight bruising on her knuckles. 

Without realizing, you reached over and grabbed her hand to look at her knuckles and that made you both stop to look at each other for a brief moment. She looked a bit surprised, but you kept going, brushing your thumb lightly across her knuckles. “We gotta get you something cold.”

“I’m fine,” Bada said softly, a slight smile cracking up her stone-cold expression. “Just…”

You looked back up, waiting for her to keep going, placing your palm gently on top of her knuckles.

And she seemed to like that, looking at both of your hands and then up at you with a small smile. “Just keep your hand on mine, that feels better.”

Thump.

That made your heart beat very loudly in your chest, it trembled at the sweetness of that statement, at the loving look in Bada’s now visible eyes. She stared at you, straight to you, without caring if anyone else noticed or if anyone else heard it. Electrifying, tentacling all over your body. 

Then as you guys got further and further away (metaphorically and literally) from the crime scene, the tension lifted. “That was sick,” Lusher laughed out, breaking that heavy air and making the rest of the girls cackle at the suddenness.

Hell, even Bada seemed to find it a little funny. 

It turns out the girls had just finished their dance practice and were just about to drive to eat somewhere. By freakish coincidence the girls were just walking out of the studio and were going to take off, and you had walked right past them without noticing. Bada was the first to catch the situation given the way you seemed stressed and the way the guy kept talking up a storm, so she came to your aid without hesitation. Not thinking it over for a second, just acting on the instinct to protect a friend.

You looked over at Bada, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ to her. 

Bada merely smiled and bowed her head a bit to you. No more words spoken.

I’m almost exaggerating. You both didn’t really speak much for the rest of this impromptu hanging out session. When you all arrived at the crew’s favorite place, you and Bada were just inexplicably drawn together, walking near one another and instinctively sitting next to one another. You were about to sit on your own, until you saw Bada pull the chair for you to sit proper. Then, as everyone was eating, she was taking care of everyone as it was her tacit responsibility as the leader and the oldest member, but with you…

“Open,” Bada said softly, holding a piece of food up.

And of course you let Bada feed you. It was a gesture that made you shy, but it filled you with a lot of warmth. It felt different than how she took care of others in some way, but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. Not like there was a space in that nogging of yours to think about anything else but the elephant in the room that you had to bring up at one point. 

One point.

“Hey, you have some sauce under your lip,” Tatter warned you, showing you where exactly.

You looked at the blonde woman, still partially lost in your wordless thoughts, so you unintentionally just stared at her in total silence. 

Lusher, who was the only one who knew anything, laughed to herself while Kyma and Minah tried to get your attention. 

Bada gently grabbed you by your chin and made you look at her while she looked at the stain and kindly wiped it off you with her thumb. A slight graze, her thumb barely touching your lower lip, but it paralyzed you and created a warm flush to run down your spine. “There we go,” Bada said with finality, sucking the sauce from her thumb and returning to her meal like the rest of the girls.

You would have to bring it up at one point…

But that moment wasn’t now, because just like that the moment was gone. When you and Lusher returned to your dorms, Lusher hit your arm playfully and hopped a little in her spot. Gushing over what happened today and how romantic it was, and all you could do was stand there and blush.

The next time you both would meet wouldn’t be for another three weeks, though some interactions were sprinkled in between. Brief moments that were not substantial enough for you to bring up whatever happened at the party, but enough to remain in your mind. 

First off, Mr. Annoying has resorted to never even looking at you, but initially he tried it again. Just like she was called by some ethereal being to help, Bada re-appeared to aid you. Ah, it was like she emerged from the shadows off the Café nearby, standing so casually besides you, but just off enough that she was behind. The guy noticed instantly and just walked away, popping up his collar and hiding his shameful face. When you turned around to see Bada, she smiled. 

“If he gives you more grief, let me know,” she merely said, walking away with what she had ordered. A chance meeting, where you could barely thank her.

He never tried it again.

You also got to know more about Bada through the mouth and perceptions of others, beyond the dance crew. 

Lusher dragged you out of your books and back outside into the real world, getting you to meet someone else from her seemingly endless circles of friends. This time it was a quiet bar in the middle of the week, meeting up with a woman who was like that older sister you would love and hate to have.  A conversation over a pool game had you three traveling to many topics, but it briefly stopped on the topic of Bada.

The woman, whose name escapes you, and who was winning the game, casually chatted while playing. “That Bada has a lot of the girls in the scene thirsty,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Apparently, she’s quite the lover girl.”

You gulped quietly, looking over at Lusher who instantly chimed in.

“How so?” Lusher asked, acting oblivious but having a subtle shit-eating smile and glance.

“Well–.” Smack! Another ball in her favor. You weren’t going to play any time soon. “These are just rumors, of course. But I hear she’s quite the heart throb, a very–.” Smack! Another one in. “Good lover, I guess.”

“Ooooh, really?” Lusher wiggled her eyebrow, looking at you.

But this only made a strange gut feeling emerge for you.

“Bada’s a good dancer,” the woman shrugged. “So, you can do the math. It figures she would be a –.” Smack! “Good fuck, pardon the expression.”

Ah, there was a swift twinge of jealousy when you heard that. It was irrational, right? Women that were with Bada before you even met Bada, yet they seemingly had such an easy time getting with her. THAT is what made you feel jealous, as ridiculous as it is. But it’s not just that jealousy, is it? It’s the implication that Bada has been here before. Bada had plenty to choose, plenty to chase, it was so easy for her and she wouldn’t sit down and think about you. 

But the previous incidents and everything you knew now made it difficult for you to fully believe that and give up. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Especially after meeting up – on a different occasion – with one of Bada’s previous flings. This time, Lusher and Tatter were with you. A workout session together at the gym led to meeting with Bada’s fling by chance. The conversation wasn’t naturally landing on Bada this time, but Lusher – who is more invested in this than the rest of us at this point – directed the conversation towards it.

“You know,” Lusher started, patting the unknown woman we don’t really need to describe in the back. “We’re going to have a party at Chocol’s sometime next week. Me and the girls are coming over if you want us to–.”

The lady seemed to pause a little, slowly turning to see Lusher. “Who is going to go?”

“It’s a handful of people, Bada’s coming to pick me and m–.”

“Oh, I’ll have to pass darling,” the lady laughed in good humor, patting Lusher’s shoulder. “I’m in the process of getting a boyfriend, and he’s not very fond of Bada.”

Lusher was actually surprised and now you just felt bad, but before she could even think about anything to say…

“What’s wrong with Bada, though?” Tatter asked.

“That’s just the problem, nothing’s really wrong with Bada,” the lady shrugged. “We just… had a very intense but ultimately stringless relationship.”

Silence reigned but not with tension. Because Lusher and Tatter were standing there still like the emojis, it was pretty funny. I think they both didn’t really understand the implication, but you did. “And that matters because…?” Tatter asked, shrugging.

“Let’s just say, Bada and I never resolved that. And he’s… a little jealous about that.”

“Wouldn’t this be a great time to just… talk it out?” Tatter said, not knowing the entire reason Lusher even brought it up.

You could tell Lusher hated that because her eyes widened to the point where murdering Tatter was written all over her orbs, but she quickly relaxed back to her normal expression. I, too, want to murder Tatter because this means now we have to name this random lady and give her some importance, UGH.

The lady in question, Hyemi, merely told Lusher and Tatter that she would give it a thought and call them to confirm her attendance.

When she walked away, Lusher looked at you apologetically.

Now you truly didn’t feel confident about whatever was going on. Was Bada just after another conquest? Were you just another future fling? Or… was there more?

Tatter looked at you both with confusion. “What… is going on?”

Bada’s car had a strange air to it that night, with you in the passenger seat and feeling like someone was staring dagger glares at you from the back.

The night of the party finally came and you, Lusher and Tatter all gathered in your dorm room an hour before being picked up by Bada. Just as you all chatted away, a text message popped up on Lusher’s phone. It was Hyemi confirming her assistance and asking if she could be picked up. Lusher looked so annoyed by it, and Tatter – who now knew about everything – was apologetic to you both about it. You told both of them it was alright, that there was no need to show animosity to Hyemi. But deep down inside your feelings mirrored Lusher.

Fast forward to you four meeting up outside your dorm complex waiting for Bada. The conversation and the vibes were as chill as Lusher and Tatter could make them, the tension not there yet – or at least something only you could feel. But when Bada’s car slowed down across the curb, suddenly there was some visible tension on Hyemi’s part. 

“Yo,” Lusher said, walking up to the passenger seat.

“Come on in, ladies,” Bada merely said at first, looking at the girls getting in. Until–. “Yo, puppy,” Bada started, turning to see you about to hop in. “Sit shotgun for me, will you? I need a good pair of eyes where we’re going.”

Hyemi looked at you then at Bada. “I can do it.”

Lusher was faster than lighting though, dragging you out from your position and getting in instead of you to block Hyemi’s path. “I thought we were going to Chocol’s?” Lusher asked, just to drive the conversation away from having Bada change her mind. 

You got yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, closed the door and could feel Bada’s eyes on you for a moment too long. 

“We have to pick up Minah,” Bada replied with a chuckle, pulling out her phone to text her. “You guys look good, by the way.”

“Thaaaank you,” the girls all said harmoniously, all sounding just as giddy. 

And you just quietly blushed with a big smile, unable to respond verbally.

Bada put the phone away, looking at your reaction and smiling. “Put your seatbelt on, puppy,” she said lowly, starting to take off.

The silence in the car made it so that everyone could hear that, so you slowly looked back and noticed Hyemi’s look – or what you could see in the darkness of the car. You put your seatbelt on and started to feel that tension among all of you on this silent ride. It isn’t until Lusher and Tatter start to chat it up and lighten up the mood that you felt that suffocating tension let up a little bit. You weren’t sure if Bada felt it, or if it was just you who knew all the context. The tall, elusive dancer just kept her hand on the wheel cooly and let everyone else do the talking. You wouldn’t know, you couldn’t tell.

This party was going to be quite a disaster.

Despite it being a house party, there were quite a few people attending. Yet, this felt like a private little gathering, private enough that they weren’t letting anyone in without someone who knew Chocol personally. For this, Bada personally grabbed your hand and said. “I have to vouch for you, stay with me.” While the girls all were allowed in without hesitation and with warm greetings. 

By the time Bada came up to whoever was acting as the doorman, they had eyed you and squinted. “She looks like a scared puppy.”

Again?! Damn it, you really couldn’t get that look off your face. 

Bada laughed and patted your head a little. “She does, doesn’t she? I’m taking her under my wing, this scared little puppy.”

But when Bada said it, you consistently melted without hesitation. Instinctively, you hugged her arm a bit when she said that, which made the doorman look at you with some surprise.

“So, can she come in?” Bada asked politely, but still as cool and confident as ever.

Without a word and just giving Bada a look that you couldn’t decipher (but it was definitely cheeky), they moved aside and let you and Bada into the on-going party. Good music blared from the speakers, the people were up talking, or dancing,or by the nearest table playing poker, chatting it up in a group near the couch – and god knows what else. It was a brand new world opening for you, it was overwhelming.

And yet, something about this felt somewhat familiar. Like a smaller version of the party Lusher took you at the beginning of this story.

Bada looked down at you and chuckled. “You’re gonna rip my arm off.”

It took you that comment for you to realize you’ve been clinging to her arm like crazy. Instantly, you detached yourself with a barely coherent apology. 

“No sweat, puppy,” Bada laughed, patting your shoulder and looking around. “Let me get you to Lusher and the girls before I leave you.”

You looked up at her instantly. “Leave me?”

Bada laughed a bit more and patted your head again. “Not for long, I just gotta do something.”

And you knew Bada enough to know she wasn’t going to explain, instead she locked eyes with Lusher, tilted her head up just enough in knowledgement and held your hand as she made her way through to Lusher. Once you were near Lusher, Bada bid you farewell and disappeared from your sight.

“W-where is she going?” Lusher asked you.

You could just shrug and shake your head, knowing just as much as they knew. Hyemi stayed put in her place though, even though she had followed Bada with her eyes and was laser focused on talking to her.

Still, Lusher pulled you into the conversing bunch on the couch and introduced you to them, wanting to distract you while Bada was inexplicably gone. And while it worked, every now and then you instinctively looked around for her. Until the people around the couch felt in the mood to play a little good ol’ truth or dare, then your attention was fully drawn to this fairly entertaining game. In the mixtures of truths and silly dares you found solace and laughter, even connection with these people. Your first turn was a truth and you were giving leniency, a question that was safely scandalous but not too revealing. It got people chuckling, it got you blushing, but it got you in the mood of the game.

However, at one point Bada had returned to the group without explaining herself. Cooly just grabbed a drink and a snack from the nearest table and sat between Lusher and Tatter. Without a word uttered unnecessarily besides greetings, she had joined in the game and was soon asked the imperative question. Truth or dare. Without thinking much, Bada shrugged and called for a dare. And because someone up there has a sick sense of humor…

“I dare you to go 7 minutes in heaven with someone here.” 

The Oohs and Aahs weren’t as big as you thought they would be, instead there was quite a bit of laughter. For a second you thought there was a joke you were missing, or perhaps an incident that you weren’t told about. By the way Bada laughed and rolled her eyes it was perhaps the latter. Wordlessly, Bada chugged down the rest of her bottle and without much flare placed it on the ground, right in the middle of the group. With one twist of the wrist, it spun like crazy.

And then it slowed down to a steady stop. The mouth of the bottle slowly came to a stop and your heart stopped the moment you saw it slow down on you – but not enough. It skimmed past you onto the person right next to you.

Hyemi.

The reaction was mixed, with some people laughing and others discussing whether or not that should be allowed, but nothing concrete. Tatter felt horrible and Lusher wanted to eat the bottle on your behalf.

Hyemi, on the other hand, looked anxious about it. Not quite disappointed, but not quite celebrating.

Bada had the subtlest smirk on her before she got up. “Alright, let’s go. Start the timer,” she said, simply walking away from the group and hoping Hyemi would follow suit. And Hyemi did, no words spoken on her end.

Oh, jealousy boiled madly inside of you, but you tried your best to keep in your spot and keep track of the game around you – that undoubtedly continued while Bada was in… those 7 minutes of Heaven. The laughter and chatter became background noise as the minutes went by though. You could almost hear the clock ticking away, chipping off at the time nibble by nibble. Silly dares came and went, sour and hard-hitting truths and the philosophical discussions that came after it persisted and you were just entrapped in your own circle of thoughts.

What if Hyemi decided her chemistry with Bada is better and most important? What if she opts to cheat (well, she’s not cheating yet) on the guy she likes with Bada? What if Bada finds herself more interested in Hyemi and doesn’t… look back at you?

What if Bada gets bored of this chasing around, cat and mouse thing?

You felt like you could no longer stand around and wait for answers to rain down to your lap, not like this. At that moment you stood up and excused yourself from the game, trying to be as discreet as possible as you made your way through the small group of people lounging about. Lusher was confused, Tatter was even more so, but they figured they would get the gossip later. You barely even made it outside of the living room space before you stopped in your tracks in the hallway. Hyemi and Bada were just walking out of the closet from under the stairs, turning off the light as they chatted very… amicably about something. You didn’t know what, you couldn’t hear, but you didn’t care to.

Nearly stomping your way there, you walked up to the girl’s face and you could only hear Bada briefly say. “7 minutes passed already?”

But you didn’t care, nor did you stop to think. You only said. “I need to talk to you,” to Bada, looking up at her and then pushing her back into the closet. You turned to Hyemi who looked utterly confused and apologized briefly before going into the closet and closing the door shut.

Bada was the one to turn on the light, a bulb hanging loosely from the closet’s ceiling. She was hunched over just a bit, the place a bit cramped for her height. The expressions in her face for once betrayed her coolness and showed confusion, but you had never looked more determined. Well, okay, maybe a bit like a scared puppy, but desire was written all over your face and Bada could only catch a glimpse from it before you just went for it.

Cupping her cheeks, you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers in a passionate yet pure kiss. It made Bada’s gasp get caught in her throat, her hands not sure where to go, until she eased into it. She responded smoothly, a hand placed gently on the middle of your back. Not pushing you in, but not pulling away, just letting you lead in this moment of boldness from yours. You, without realizing, pushed your body against hers and made her walk backwards against the nearest wall. With her back against the wall and with you pressed against her, her other hand caressed your arm and the other one pulled you closer in – the kiss going from a rather desperate and chaste kiss to a more passionate one that still held that restraint of a first kiss. Which was surprising coming from Bada, who seemed like the kind of woman to go full speed ahead even in a kiss. But no, she was slow, touching you in the most gentle way, like you were the petal of a rose that she was trying to preserve for as long as she could. 

As much as you didn’t want the kiss to end, you had to pull away to breathe. It was like the kiss had knocked the winds out of you, like you weren’t prepared for this, so when you pulled away you realized just how much you went in unprepared. Your labored breath in no way matched Bada’s; you looked so much more worked up about it that you could only hope Bada didn’t notice. But why were you playing all cool? You were blushing hard, still pressed against her, you had pushed her in here to kiss her; you didn’t have to pretend to be so cool.

But Bada… seemed to find it quite cool, smirking. “I’ll be damned.”

You gulped, looking at her and taking in the way she looked at you. Her eyes were fixed on yours and had a vague look of surprise that you hadn’t seen on her. Her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips so thick and delightful. Something about the way she looked at you had you bewitched, shaken down to your core. You pulled away further, clearing your throat as if to recompose yourself, and then noticed a little tell-tale bulge from Bada.

Oh my, you couldn’t stop staring. A dormant beast that was only half awake and it already seemed to be quite the… endowment. You felt that exquisite, fuzzy pressure in the pit of your gut and it excited you. God, you couldn’t stop staring at it and that amused Bada quite a bit.

“Never seen one?” She cheekily commented, getting your attention.

You looked up at her, probably confused or–.

Then someone knocked on the door. “Yo, Bada? We gotta go.”

You had instinctively looked at the door, then at Bada. It dawned on you that this might have not been the best moment. With a small smile (was… that annoyance in her eyes? a twitch in her lips betrayed her composure but you didn’t know if you were imagining it), she patted your head and walked away from the situation, hiding her hardness as she did – like it was nothing. And just like that, she was out of your grasp.

And while some self-doubt plagued you, there was something there. A sliver of hope that Bada might actually like you. When you walked out, Hyemi looked at you with slight dejection but overall with some respect. Whatever she was thinking about she did not tell you, but frankly it wasn’t your business either. You both just silently walked back to the group who saw the absence of Bada and figured not to bring it up. Lusher was confused as Tatter was, but ultimately they did not bring it up either.

The rest of the night was enjoyable, even if it went by in a flash. A hazy flash that you remembered bits and pieces of, namely the craziest confessions in truth or dare, the tensest games of poker and the silliest dances ever seen on the dancefloor. All in all a pretty fun spectacle that seldom had Bada as a witness, seeing as she had only returned at one point towards the end of the evening party to catch up and drive all of you back home.

The ride back was quiet, like everyone had partied out their energy and didn’t feel like even chatting about it. In the passenger seat was Hyemi, Bada was the one driving and Lusher, Tatter and you were all decompressed and nearly limp in the backseats. At one point Lusher was even heard snoring, which seemed to bring a smile to Bada’s lips. Tatter quietly slept and you pretended to sleep, wrapping your head around what happened. Quietly untangling the complicated feelings you had and trying to figure out how to… well, get some alone time with Bada to talk to her about whatever the hell happened there.

But you suddenly heard a quiet voice break the silence.

“So, what are you doing after you drop us off?” It was Hyemi, careful not to disturb the sleep of those next to you, perhaps thinking you were asleep too. You carefully listened while pretending to be asleep as well.

Bada shrugged at the question. “Get back home, maybe.”

There was a small beat of silence, then Hyemi boldly spoke. “Do you… wanna come over to my house then?”

Your heart sank and you didn’t know how you managed to stay quiet.

Bada responded with silence, eyes forward on the road.

“Bada?”

“I’ll think about it,” Bada said firmly, bringing a full stop to the conversation that Hyemi wanted to continue, but she listened to that implicit command from Bada and kept quiet.

First one dropped off was Tatter, the second and third were you and Lusher. You were nearly carrying Lusher at this point, who was way beat and too sleepy to coherently stand on her own. So, Bada hopped off the car to help you carry Lusher. On the way to your dorm room, you both kept quiet – foolishly perhaps, or maybe you both didn’t want to bring anything up with a half-asleep Lusher. Either way, Bada dropped you both to your dorm. Curiously, she looked around after placing Lusher on her bed, smiling at the homely feeling but not telling you a thing. Instead, you both looked at each other, like you both wanted to say far more than you both let on.

But you both bid your goodbyes and the opportunity slipped past your fingers. It drove you crazy looking at her walk away, knowing that she’s going to be with Hyemi for god knows how long. Knowing the history between her and Hyemi…

You could only catastrophize, unwillingly imagine how it was going between them as you stared at the ceiling. Lusher soundly asleep, almost snoring, and you only hoping you could be wrapped around with the warmth of deep slumber.

Until an hour later, you received a text you never thought you’d receive.

[chefkids]

thoughts on this article: https://dnyuz.com/2024/06/29/the-bear-jeremy-allen-white-explains-why-carmy-daydreams-of-sydney/

Sorry but I refuse to believe that Carmy finds peace in Sydney because she's just such a wonderful coworker. His panic attack in Season 2 was about his relationship with Claire and his family, nothing at all work related. He was not thinking about "Wow Sydney has some serious cooking skills!" there. He thought of the first time her met her, and when she came back to him when he thought she was gone forever. He has also worked with the best chef's on this planet with far better skills than Sydney, many of whom were calming and supportive presence in his life.

In Season 3 the thing that sets him off is seeing an imagine of meeting Claire in his mind. Then he is reminded of his fight with Richie.

He tries to think of The French Laundry and then Noma to calm down. Then he tries to think of Nat at Marcus's mom's funeral.

And only after that when Sydney talks to him he calms down. He's always stressing about work, in that moment the trigger was Claire, not work, and the peace was Sydney. Not because she is helping him do his job or work, but because her presence brings him peace and pulls him away from what causes him anxiety, which is remembering Claire who is tied in his mind to so much family trauma.

You can't shoot down what was already written! Carmy took Claire to Sheridan Road and Post Office like UPS, those are both tied to Sydney. He made her Sydney's pasta that led to her coming to him. He had a far more intense and passionate moment with her under the table making promises of prioritizing her over his girlfriend, never letting her fail, promising to always be there for her, giving her the most thoughtful gift one could imagine. Far more than he has ever had with Claire.

So what he's trying to say is that they have this deep cosmic connection, intense passion, and she brings him peace and happiness and security but the only thing he could never possibly have is any form of physical attraction towards her? That Sydney can meet all of his emotional needs and work needs and share the same interests and goals and passions. But Claire will always win at the end of the day, in spite of the lack of peace she actually brings him and there being seemingly no actual shared interests between them, because he just wants to sleep with her? Like...

1. I don't buy that Carmy has absolutely no possible interest in Sydney in terms of physical attraction.

2. If that's genuinely the case, and this is all ending with her either leaving forever and Carmy giving up or staying as his calming sidekick while he's endgame Claire, it is basically putting Sydney in some sort of black woman savior trope for him whose purpose is to serve him and his story and his progress while remaining undesirable, while also simultaneously giving her nothing back because he can't uphold any promises to her cause he's too damn busy thinking of Claire.

If they wanted to keep them platonic they could have done so after Season 1 without constantly drawing comparisons between Sydney and Claire and making her everything he wants and needs except being ya know.... his white girlfriend.