#ask from liss

[qtubbo]

it’s kinda funny how literally the only thing people are begging for is a one (1) happy date. not even asking for more (tho hoping). just one date is already plenty. the expectations to not be drop kicked dead by angst are THAT low LMAO

1 single date qsmp admins please please I have such a fragile heart qsmp admins please

[raeathnos]

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[this-should-do]

You're THE go to source of wisdom for both Gordon and Barney for real, you're my first thought if I'm tossing ideas around but want an expert opinion

me talking about barney and gordon fr kdkdjdh

[vivwritesfics]

Hey <3 I had an idea for a lando norris fic. Do you know the video where Lando says what the hardest thing to sign is and everabody say he says boobs? What if reader (his girlfriend) and he meet at a party for the first time and she asks him if he can sign her boobs? And maybe the two will spend the night together or something maybe have sex . Thought it would be a cool idea haha<3

No smut, but I left it open ended and I wouldn't mind writing a part two

"That's Lando fucking Norris!" Her friend shouted in your ear, shouted over the sound of the thumping bass in the club.

Admittedly, you had no idea who Lando Norris was. But your friend was freaking out. He must have been some sort of big deal. "What's his deal?" You asked as you watched him.

Your friend rolled her eyes at you. "He's an F1 driver. We literally stayed up go watch his Miami win together?"

"Oh," you said, and your night continued on like normal.

No, everything happened at the taxi rank. Two groups of people: your group and his. It was a moment before any of your friends noticed. But then they did.

The whispers started up and you noticed how his eyes shifted, clearly uncomfortable. There must be something you could do to break the tension between the two groups while you all waited for taxis.

Reaching to Melissa's bag, you pulled out a sharpie. "Thanks, Liss," you muttered and strode over to the F1 driver.

He watched you, eyebrows raised. He was going to tell you to fuck off, you knew it. But you held the sharpie towards him and said, "sign my tits?"

His expression? Bewildered. You were sure yours matched. "Huh?" He asked, unsure if he heard the correct thing there.

You sucked in a deep breath. "Sign my tits?" You tried again, just as awkward as the first time.

Swallowing, he took the pen from your hands. You folded your arms under your boobs and lifted them slightly, making them pop. Giving him more space to work with.

It couldn't have been easy to sign a pair of tits, you realised as he temporarily marked your skin. There was the shape and then the sweat on your skin from all of the dancing.

But he went slowly and signed his name. When you dropped your arms, it just looked like you had some tacky tit tattoo. "Thanks," you said and took the pen, ignoring how red he had turned.

Your friends no longer whispered and his group no longer glared. Mission accomplished, you thought as you all climbed into the taxi, leaving them waiting for another.

[blueberryarchive]

thoughts on 80's slasher!jk...♡ (18+)

more here

(because i can't stop thinking about him)

There was something so cruel and fun about being part of a sleepover. The sweet aroma of vanilla and nail polish compacted in the room covered in colors. The muffled laughter of 2 in the morning, Steph's mother sleeping on the other side of the wall where the Billy Joel poster is. The yellowish silhouettes move slowly as they write on small pieces of paper, concentration makes them frown, smile flirtatiously at the ceiling.

“Can it be any guy?” Bobby Joe asks, tossing the piece of paper in the corner to grab another one, Steph rolls her eyes knowing full well why she would ask such a question.

If Bobby Joe was talking about any guy there would be no problem but the three girls, including you, knew perfectly well that sweet BJ wanted to put the philosophy professor's name in big italics.

“We're not going to call Mr. Hogg, Bobby Joe. I don’t want to hear him pull his old and saggy out just because I said the word ‘wet.’”

“I thought this was a game.”

“Exactly, it's a game. I don’t want to develop an infatuation with men over forty-five.” Liss attacked folding her game papers into four.

Your fingers fidgeted on the piece of paper on your knee. You couldn't write your boyfriend's name, obviously, it wouldn't be as fun since Jimin knows your friends' voices and it wouldn't be as fun to see one of your friends flirt with Jimin on the phone.

“Come on, Boo. Don't you know another man besides Jimin? Steph laughed. Bobby Joe and Liss put the names inside Elmo's mug.

No, you wanted to answer. But what's so fun about that. Now that you think about it, you should have brought your Monopoly or the old Ouija that your brother hides. It wasn't a good thing to ever leave the games to Steph.

Liss sat her face on your shoulder looking at the yellow paper, empty, desperately empty. You can put the name of someone who isn't in college, she whispered to you, taking pity on your sorry male record. And that's what you did, you chose your neighbor, only two people know how long you and Cooper haven't seen each other: God and your mom. And that was perfect, he wouldn't know your voice if you called him to ask him what his favorite position was.

Dan Cooper, the “o”s looked like long zeros and the ink pooled at the edges, demonstrating your hesitation in looking for another man in your life you wanted to call for a prank. But it was too late, Steph took the paper and crumpled it before you finished the R.

“Who dares to call first?” Liss held the cup, turning the papers over with a spoon.

Bobby Joe sighed looking into the darkness of the room. You noticed her nervousness, perhaps regretful.

“I want to change the last name…”

“Don't be a pussy, BJ.” It gushed from your lips, the Malibu bubbling in your throat with the taste of the Caribbean islands and the triple cheese pizza you had for dinner. None of the three expected to hear your babbling so early and in so few milliliters of rum.

“Well, you start, take a piece of paper.” You heard her mumble something about putting your stepfather's name on the cup, you ignored her as you took the paper that first fell on the carpet.

“Wait, let me turn on the camera.” Liss got up taking the camcorder that her father gave her for her new career in communication. Now the lens focused on the college antics of your group of friends and, occasionally, the artsy pornos that she and her boyfriend tried to sell on college corners.

Of the ten papers, the one you took seemed to be folded with the delicacy of origami. You unfolded until you undid the little cube and found a name that you have rarely heard or even thought about.

“Jungkook Jeon?” You feared you had said the name wrong but the looks between your friends were not looking for a good pronunciation but rather who dared, in fact, who even thought of trying to flirt with such a specimen.

Steph let out a squeal as she almost dropped her drink on her favorite sweater.

“God, Liss surely wrote that.”

"Why me?"

“You've always liked weird men.”

“You like octogenarians, you bitch.”

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?” You were starting to get desperate and the tiny flickering light from the camera was starting to feel like needles in your pores.

Steph takes another drink before proceeding to explain.

“He's a guy in econ class, a complete loser. He doesn't look anyone in the eye and walks around like he wants the earth to swallow him all the time."

“And why do y'all put it in the pile?” If you were going to call someone, it had to at least be worth it.

Bobby Joe and Liss look into each other's eyes and smile knowingly. BJ's bubblegum-pink coated index fingers come together and then spread alongside her smile.

“Several of the guys on the team have seen him in the showers.”

“I don't believe any of the men on the football team, that's what they said about Marc and he had a micro dick.” Steph looked pointedly at the camera. “Plus he doesn't even get up from the stands, I've never seen him play.”

“Jimin started calling him Junghood.” BJ played with her gum, twirling it around on her finger.

Jimin had never mentioned the guy to you.

“Junghood?”

“He likes to play with his bow and arrow in his free hours, like a Robin Hood.” Liss looked for another light, she wanted tried to see every line that formed on your forehead.

“The name is so stupid…no offense.” Steph finished her drink and handed you the heavy book.

You grabbed the phone directory and headed to J. The last name was easy to find and the dial easy to rotate, until your nerves choked you listening to the buzzing on the other end of the line. You wished he didn't answer, but you were also intrigued by the description. How is it that one of the players on the football team, who was supposedly well-hung and caught the attention of your little elite, was so relevant? And why didn't you know about him?

Your friends didn't focus on dragging unfortunate people through the mud, that's a high school girl thing. In college it was a matter of continuing to climb the ladder, maybe marrying a stockbroker from New York or becoming an intern at Vogue just so you could rub it in other people's faces.

And unfortunately for you, it was a Saturday night and of course this Jungkook guy would take the call. ‘I Can’t Quit You, Baby’ reverberated softly in the room, his breathing hitched and heavy. Had you woken him up? Suddenly, you were aware of all your senses, of the sense of the cassette filling up with frames of your stupid face trying to do a function as human and basic as talking, of the two shots running through your system. But oh…

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, sweet, a little nasal and whiny.

BJ squeezed your chin shaking it from side to side, enjoying your cowardice. Your face was toasted with a simple word.

“Jungkook?” You swallowed, your finger curling around the phone's pink cord.

"Who is it?" Complainant moved between the sheets until he was silent. “Fuck, it's two in the morning. Is this another one of the evangelical whores trying to sell me Bibles? I already told you what I would do to y'all if you called me again.”

And the threat sounded like a foreign promise that you wish you had heard alone. You looked at Steph who was drawing a cock next to his name, her eyes closed sensually as she stuck her tongue out.

“I just heard a rumor a couple of days ago and, you know, I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it being true.” Your voice turned to molasses, your eyebrows curled and your shoulders tensed in acted innocence.

“No, I don't sell pot. Is that it, princess?”

“Is it true that you have a big dick?” Steph, Liss and BJ were shocked. You stole the Malibu from one of them, you didn't even have the courage to talk to Jimin like that when you two were alone.

The girls ran as quietly as possible out of the room and down the stairs, opening the other phone to listen to Jungkook. But it was useless, since the person questioned did not respond. The camera already forgotten on the bed, you kneeling on the carpet hugging Liss's pink Care Bear between your legs.

A small laugh, the click of a lighter, a drag.

"What?" You could hear him reposition himself in his pillows. " You would like to know how big the weirdo in your class is, you fucking slut.”

No, ew.

“Yes, I say, if it is true.”

“How much would you like to know, mm?”

This wasn't the answer you were looking for, you thought maybe he would hesitate on your question or just hang up out of embarrassment. Maybe you should have stopped five more minutes and brought Clue or Guess Who? that was in your closet.

You thought about every face in the college hallways, about your boyfriend's friends, and about those you met at the mall or behind the movie theater on Sundays. None matched his voice.

“I told you I haven't been able to sleep for two nights, isn't that enough?”

“Maybe with a proper fuck you would relax, don't you think?”

You swallowed, letting your eyelids droop. Your hand approached the camera and you turned it to the wall so it could record its own reflection in the mirror.

“Can't talk, love? I thought you were the one who was going to play a lil' prank on me and leave me hard as a log on the other end of the line. What happened, do you really want me to crash this dick into your pretty pussy?” His laugh was mocking, he knew what he was saying and how he said it: with his hisses, deep tones; all through the smoke of an improvised cigarette in the late night.

You squeezed the bear between your legs and sighed.

“I've never been so…”

"Dirty? Badly spoken? Pleb?"

“So direct.”

“Isn't it so fucking good, though? Being able to say out loud that you think about my cock at night” The bass solo repeated itself like an angelic tune intertwined with his words.

It was hard to follow the joke when your panties started sticking to your lips with every word that came out of his mouth. Your friends had abandoned you so theycould listen downstairs and in the darkness of the room you could only imagine a headless body stretching your legs up to your shoulders, your pussy trying to make room to choke on the throbbing veins of an unknown dick.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” His question sounded like a command and your hips leaned forward, rubbing against the rough carpet.

"No."

"Ya' sure? Because just with your absence of words you have me squeezing my base. Can you imagine if you could take it all like a champ? I know whores like you, they dare to take on a whole team if they feel like it.”

His sly laugh was the last thing you could hear before hanging up the phone. You rose from the carpet searching for the cassette in Liss's camcorder, your thin fingers trembling as you destroyed the evidence of your pusillanimity and lust.

The three girls walked slowly to the room, all grouped on the bed like judges of the case. Looking for an explanation in your features but there was only one order.

“Nobody talk to Jimin about this, okay?”

The judges looked at each other, nodded in unison. Apparently bedtime approached earlier than expected and you were grateful that the alcohol had knocked out your friends so quickly.

You ran to the bathroom with the memory of his voice still fresh. The humidity still warm between your legs, you held onto the sink while you held back your moans, your forehead pressed against the mirror and your drool falling into the drain with the voracious hunger that only imagination can give.

[scam-alerts]

🚨Scammer Alert🚨 + 🔎Scam Exam(ination)🔍

Example account: @muralmagicsworld (banned)

Accounts also running this scam: @craftpatch, @shadyduckgladiator

(Note: There are probably a lot of scammers running this scam. This post is mainly talking about the blog that I managed to find and document with my own two eyes.)

1- Type of Scam this account is performing: Muse Scam

The muse scam is a variant of the fake check scam in which the scammer will contact the victim over social media and claim to want to use their image for an art project. The scammer will often use a stolen social media account to increase their credibility. They will offer a generous sum of money and offer to pay via check, and the victim is instructed to send money to the scammer for “materials” via an irreversible method. The victim is under the illusion that the funds cleared when the bank makes the money available thanks to current regulations. Usually the fake check deposit will be reversed in a few weeks, but it can also take several months.

If you do not have the funds to cover the amount, your balance will go negative. Your bank will usually charge a fee for depositing a bad check, and your account may be closed depending on the severity of the scam. source (reddit)

Additional info about the muse scam. (from malwarebytes)

2 - How I know this user is performing a scam.

Part 1: The request. (on a post made by a bot no less... lol)

Part 2: The blog an their posts.

The blog's earliest post was made on November 11th 2024

Using google lense (the photo icon you can use to look up an image on the internet) I was able to find these images linked to a youtube channel and an instagram account made by an artist known as Andreas Liss.

The woman in the first instagram post's name is credited, by the original artist, to be the lovely Anastasia Dmitrieva.

Where as the scammer... well.. They decided to call her... Jennifer.

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Final words: The muse scam is quite common and it's recently migrated from instagram to tumblr. If you are someone who posts pictures of yourself or your animals, always remember this: If someone tells you they're feeling 'inspired' and they'll draw you or your pet but you have to 'pay for art supplies' and they're willing to send you a $1000+ 'check/money order' and 'you can keep the rest' because they're feeling 'oh so generous'?

It is and always will be a scam.

Other helpful guides on spotting scams. (by @kyra45)

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Disclaimer: This post is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: why this person is a scammer, and to provide more information about the scam they are running. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Only report posts related to asks, comments, or messages if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Hiyah! Do you have any Persona fic recs? 👀

Long ago I made a Rec List, but that's lost to the abyss of Tumblr's awful search mechanism, so here's a new one. You didn't specify, so I included a little of every game. Each game is indicated by a specific color: 🟠 for P2 (both of them), 🔵 for P3, 🟡 for P4 and 🔴 for P5. Each one of these fics really stayed with me for a reason, so I heavily recommend you at least give them a chance.

Dust in the Air Suspended by @stealthnoodle 🟠

The dead timeline lives on, and Katsuya Suou stubbornly persists in it. His brother is determined to do better.

Gardenia by LunaDePlata 🟠

Jun can't sleep, and neither can his thoughts. A short vent piece.

heaven by [Orphan :(] 🟠

Lisa didn’t understand how Tatsuya could trust Jun so easily while she still woke from nightmare after nightmare of Joker’s piercing stare and twisted grin. She didn’t understand the pain in her chest when she saw the two of them linger at one another’s side, either.

under the mask by gaytimetraveller 🟠

Joker grants wishes, Joker receives calls (not always pleasant), Joker despairs.

maybe Death wants to be saved, too by @senblades 🔵

In December of 2009, Makoto Yuki slits Death’s throat in his bedroom. --- In January of 2010, Makoto Yuki meets an odd boy in a yellow scarf, haunting the entrance to Gekkoukan like a phantom. (The world is ending, and all Ryoji Mochizuki can do is watch)

No Ghosts, No Mistletoe by @stealthnoodle 🔵

If anyone asks, Junpei is technically spending Christmas Eve with a girl. It's just not anything like a date.

Threnody by @laora-ryn 🔵

In February, Nozomi shares a meal with Minato. [You know,” Minato says suddenly, “I had a twin sister.”]

All That Remains by @laora-ryn 🔵 ft. 🟡🔴

An exploration of the end of Persona 3, its aftermath, and those he left behind.

Equal or Lesser Value by Lisse 🔵 ft. 🟡

The wrong family dies on Moonlight Bridge.

A Barrel in the Sea by signalbeam 🟡

Post-game. Yukiko tells her parents about her relationship with Chie, and after the resulting fight, takes refuge in the Dojima residence.

First Impressions (Seventeen Variations) by jackdawq 🟡

It sucks to be the new transfer kid. Right?

Fusion Inheritance by @rabbitprint 🟡

In your first life, you're an asshole. There's no other way to describe it; even you would call it that.

I Have My Dead by signalbeam 🟡

Eight letters written from the Investigation Team to their families in the event of their deaths.

sentence by @corvus-corvus 🟡

Adachi rises to the balls of his feet for a better view. Yu knows they’re visiting a woman from the case files, but it’s only when Adachi mimes an exaggerated whistle that he knows it’s going to be a problem. "She told us to leave and we have other witnesses.” Yu holds out a light. Adachi breathes smoke until it ghosts over the beating sun. “She doesn’t know that.”

Lost Kingdoms by jackdawq 🟡 ft. 🔵

Every girl in Inaba likes Teddie; Port Island's no different.

A Year To Fill An Empty Home by @lostozian 🔴

The officer who came to explain the terms of the probation had a sad smile on his face the whole way through. He seemed like he was trying to be sympathetic at first, telling them about the mandatory school transfer and the probation terms, but when he got to the part about “removing Akira-kun from bad influences,” Chou couldn’t see the smile as anything less than sadistic. “I know you’re facing a lot of pain right now, Kurusu-san,” the officer had said. “But perhaps better parenting would have helped Akira-kun know that he shouldn’t assault people in the street.” OR, Takeshi and Chou Kurusu aren't bad people. They never stopped loving their son, not for a single second.

Falsities by Raaj 🔴

They keep saying you were sold out by a teammate. You can’t remember which one.

Killing Hope by Raaj 🔴

Akechi stops by Leblanc once after assassinating Amamiya, looking to find the last Phantom Thief.

Stumbling on the Chopping Block by vivvav 🔴

Even after Yaldabaoth leaves, the executions go on.

The Trickster's World by vivvav 🔴

The game has not played out how he imagined it would. Could the Trickster actually prevent humanity's ruin? Is it possible that Ren Amamiya truly poses a threat to his ascension? Only a journey into the boy's Cognition will tell.

marigolds by colbub 🔴 ft. 🔵🟡

Akechi meets a mysterious being chained to a door after death and gains a second chance.

Reflections by @senblades 🔵🟡🔴

In the space between dreams, there's time to think. And so, the attendants reflect; on the tragedies and triumphs their guests have left in their wake. On the saviour, the seeker, and the tricksters, and what facets of humanity they supposedly held in their depths. ___ The Velvet Room is a place of guidance. But what purpose does a guide serve once their role is complete?

Smart Kid by [Orphan :(] 🔵🔴

A troubled kid is brought into Officer Sanada Akihiko's office in the juvenile department, and Akihiko does his best to set him on the right path.

[ghuleh-recs]

It was @forlorn-crows birthday like a month ago!! And I fuckin missed it! Jail for Liss. Jail for 1000 years. Better late than never, I guess. Crow is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! They are the mastermind behind Mushy May and the verrrry iconic Lake Wife™. On top of being incredibly talented, Crow is always so lovely and kind and supportive of their fellow creatives. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these? Maybe even stop by Crow's ko-fi while you're at it!

Lady of the Lake - Rain/Lake Wife™ - E, 11.6k

With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed. That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient something that must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that.

First and Fierce Affirming Sight - Mountain & Copia - G, 1.1k

Once in a blue moon he’ll retreat deep into the forest beyond the abbey to give himself a break from his mortal-like form, let that great maw of elemental power unleash and drain itself into the ether. Just once in a great while, to be fully released. Other times, it sneaks up on him like a cloud of darkness, pulling him under slowly. It gives him enough time to stifle it or manage it. If there’s warning signs, there’s time to keep it at bay. But times like these, it comes in the blink of an eye—like a flash of lightning in the middle of the inky-black sky.

Quicksilver - Dewdrop/Rain - T, 1.8k

Sunshine finally gets to braid Dewdrop's hair, but it gives him and Rain ~feelings~. (you have to read the sequel, too.)

And You Know That It Takes Two - Copia/Dewdrop - E, 3.7k

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

and so it goes - Mountain/Rain - E, 1.6k

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?” Hurts, Mountain pushes into his mind. “Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here, he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here.

Pull Me In Your Waters - Dewdrop/Mist - E, 4.8k

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Compromise - Aeon/Mountain - E, 2.9k

He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

Weigh Your Powers, Tempt The Hours - Aether/Ifrit - E, 2.3k

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that?” Ifrit blushes under his adoring gaze. His shaggy hair falls across his face as he ducks to hide. But Aether’s having none of it, reaching out to guide his head back up with a gentle hand on his chin. “You trust me, right?” “Of course I do. I want—” Ifrit pauses and takes a shaky breath. “Want to be good for you,” he finishes in a small voice, just barely above a whisper. “You’re always good for me, Fritter.” The quintessence ghoul runs the pad of his thumb across the point of his jaw. His voice slips to a lower timbre, slow and rhythmic. “You want to feel good too, don’t you?” Ifrit’s eyes slip closed, body relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he answers simply, forming the word on his exhale like an unholy confession. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

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[moonyasnow]

TWST OC Showcase: Lisle Ram

Voice Claim: John Rubinstein (in his performance of Subaki from Fire Emblem: Fates)

Human Ambidexterous Sunshine Lands 179cm / 5'8 - #70d64b / 112, 214, 75 August 30th - Virgo - 18-19 y.o. 3d year - Junior - Class B, no. 21 Equestrian Club Best Subject: Summoning Hobbies: watching operas Pet peeves: Poorly performed mechanical repair Favorite food: Pizza Margherita Least favorite food: Ice cream Talent: Public Relations Floyd-given name: Blobfish Rook-given name: Monsieur Berger Cater-given name: Liss Signature Spell: Golden Touch With just a touch, he can turn anything to gold. Though not all the way through; if asked to turn an apple to gold, only about a centimeter will actually be gold. He can also create gold dust out of just air.

[ ~Based on Glinda the Good Witch from Wicked~ ]

Link to all my OC Showcases here!

A few quotes:

He does a mix of a chuckle and a scoff. "Yes…when monkeys fly, perhaps."

When Eliza rejects him for not being 180cm [internal narration] *Why you arrogant—* — "Well…everyone has standards. Some, many."

"Very well; I know when to step down." [internal narration] *As a display of my kindness, of course.* — "Everyone knows I would have won, had that boy not garnered the pity-vote. So in the end, the loss of one measly award does me little when I know it is rightfully mine— at least in spirit."

In a small mountain village by name Gillikin in the Sunshine Lands lived a husband, Elliot and wife, Carla, the owners of a small auto-repair shop. All they wished for was a child. Yet as they were both already middle aged, and in all their years of trying had not been granted one, they had begun to believe it was impossible. Everyone in the little town mourned with them. But then one day, a miracle seemingly happened. The wife was pregnant! The small town, quite set in their traditions, thanked their god for their friends' luck, and the miracle bestowed on them. Though both his parents' hair was brown, when the child was born, his hair was golden as the sunlight. The day of his birth, the town celebrated for the auto-mechanics, proclaiming the boy, who was given the name Lisle, must be a gift from the Seven, to have been born at such a late stage of their lives, when it was thought impossible for them to become pregnant at all due to their age. He was a beautiful little boy, everyone thought. And as he grew, it seemed beauty was not the only gift granted to him, for he soon outperformed his few peers in school, both in athletics, academics, as well as socially. He was polite, friendly, and kind. And even greater yet, when they discovered that he was a mage— the first to be born in the town in several generations. And when he was only seven years old, watching his parents at work in their mechanic shop, he used his Signature Spell for the first time when he turned a broken hubcap, the middle of a wheel, to gold, also fixing it in the process. The people of the town often came to him for help in solving problems, whether it be his classmates asking for help with an equation, or to turn something to gold; either to make it less prone to breaking, or simply for its beauty. He truly was the Golden Boy of Gillikin. Yet, although his parents from an early age both taught him to be humble, when all your life is spent surrounded by people who are, in practice, more worshippers than peers and equals, is it really so strange when you begin to believe you are what they treat you as? That the 'modesty' becomes mere pretense? A façade for the sake of others?

His first brush with others who were more of his caliber was when he, just out of Primary School, began attending a very fancy school quite a bit away from his hometown: Shezan Academy; the finest magic academy for students his age in the Sunshine Lands. To attend at all required stellar results on an entrance test, as well as a hefty admission sum, to be allowed to attend. He passed the entrance test himself— though with somewhat lower marks than he was expecting...though he probably was just having an 'off' day— but as for the admission fee... When he asked his parents about it, he learned that the younger half-brother his father would sometimes speak of, the one who left town when he was young and he didn't speak much to anymore, was the owner of one of the biggest Jewelry brands in the world; 'Ram's'. After this, the brothers got in contact with one another again; if nothing else, at least so that their children might know the rest of their family. And so it was that in his 11th year, Lisle first met his cousin, his senior by two years, Briallen Ram. They looked so similar that they could have been siblings. But what set them apart was their personalities, backgrounds and lifestyles. When his classmates heard his surname, 'Ram', they associated the name with his uncle, and believed he was related to him. They were right, in a sense, but not in the way they thought. Because he quickly learned to dodge the question of how exactly they were related— and the fact that his own parents have a tiny auto-repair shop in some tiny town. He began to feel ashamed of his parents, and of his origins. His father was just a mechanic, meanwhile his uncle was a literal trillionaire! He had full belief that he was great, now beginning to grow a belief that he was meant for far better than the 'backwater' he was born in. And if he was going to keep up his good image in front of his peers, he needed to hide where he came from and who his parents actually were.

Coupled with the newfound shame of the 'poor' rural background he hailed from, and the hidden sense of entitlement fostered in him by his upbringing, seeing his cousin who was so similar to him, yet who he percieved to be 'worse' than him, leading the life he thought he deserved... It planted the first seeds of envy in him. And Briallen did not help matters. She could tell he had some kind of negative feelings toward her and found it funny. So the few times they did interact, she basically terrorized him. Prodding at his insecurities, showing off her fancy fur coats and genuine pearl necklaces, saying she was off to hang out with some famous people. Lisle then, at some point, began to try to...while not exactly OVERcompensate for his rural background, at least compensate. He began to act as this nice, 'princely' person; someone who could definitely not have come from some mountain town. Someone sophisticated, elegant, intelligent, and very helpful. And after doing good deeds for his classmates lead to them doing him good deeds in return, or even just speaking well of him to their teachers and leading to him receiving higher honors as a student, he began to realize how important connections were. And after all, he could only attend this school at all because of his father's connection to his uncle. No matter his talent, no matter how great he was, things wouldn't come to him if he wasn't popular. And with time, the more people sung his praises, the more they called him kind, thoughtful, and wonderful, the more he believed he was. He was every great thing they called him. The only thing at odds with his image was, again, his background...however, one day, he would no longer be poor, living in a rural town hidden up in the mountains. And as they say: 'fake it til you make it'.

But. He does love his parents. It's not them he's ashamed of— it's their shared 'poor' background, since it could pose a problem for his future prospects. One of the reasons he wants to become great and successful is to be able to provide for his parents; buy them a big, beautiful house somewhere scenic and make sure they never have to work another day in their lives. He sees keeping quiet about them as the necessary evil for the sake of fulfilling that dream. Although, despite it not being them, but their background, he's ashamed of...in practice, there isn't much difference. He still asks his parents not to come visit him at his school, or speak to his 'friends'.

And...something else happened as he was growing up. Something that made him feel...strange, at first. He was finding that all his peers were starting to develop crushes, and romantic and physical attraction. But whenever someone talked about a person they had a crush on, no matter what their gender, appearance or personality were...Lisle just could not see it. Never. Not one single time. But instead of pondering about if he might be the one who's different, he just wrote it off as no one being attractive enough to him. And it only further cemented his view that none of his peers were as great as him, if those were their standards.

Due to his parents being quite old when they had him (they're now in their early 60s) he has an appreciation for old music, and has a record player in his dorm room.

For a rough example of how the people of Gillikin treated Lisle growing up, think Gaston from the 1991 Beauty and the Beast.

At NRC:

When he had just turned 16, he got a letter. One he had been anticipating; a letter informing him he was to attend one of the greatest Mage schools in the world, located on Sage Island. Seeing the address it had been sent from was all he needed to know. He had been planning for, what he thought was his inevitable, tenure at Royal Sword Academy for many years. For there was no other school that could possibly fit him better.

So when he actually opened the envelope and saw written in big, bold, black letters: 'Night Raven College'... He was...shocked. To put it lightly.

Him, going to a school like that? With a reputation for unruly, uncooperative hooligans, who had lost every single Spelldrive game against Royal Sword for nearly 100 years in a row, all due to their inability to cooperate with one another? He'd watched himself, in all his research of Royal Sword, how the NRC team had multiple times broken out in a brawl amongst themselves only minutes, sometimes even seconds, into the start of the match.

It had to be some big joke.

There was no way he was fit for such an awful place!

So he was in a BAD mood when the Black Carriage came for him. Though being sorted into Octavinelle, the Dorm associated with a 'spirit of benevolence', did improve his mood somewhat.

And so he started to see him being sent to NRC as a 'challenge' somehow. Basically, he had to not become upset by this and prove he can still be 'good and kind' even in the midst of people he considers to be worse than him on the very basis of them being sent to NRC. He wasn't like them. He wasn't supposed to be there: he was 'supposed' to be at RSA. So he didn't need to even consider the possibility of him being anything like them.

Eventually, not too far into his Freshman year, he had managed to become the Housewarden of Octavinelle. The previous Housewarden— that is, the one before the one holding the title when Lisle was first enrolled— had gone onto his 4th year without picking a successor, making the former Vice Housewarden the new Housewarden by default. but he really did NOT feel fit for the role. And, having already gained a reputation for himself as being very befitting of the Dorm's spirit, Lisle was picked to be the new Housewarden.

He was secretly at least somewhat disgusted with nearly everyone he met at that school. At any joint events, he would socialize almost exclusively with RSA students. At least, as much as he could get away with it and not make anyone from his own school believe he preferred them. If anyone asked why he was schmoozing with them so much, he'd say he was just doing it to 'keeps tabs on the competition'. It disgusted him to have to, in his mind, sink so low as to 'lie' about doing something worse than he actually was, all to stay in the good graces of people he did not care for and thought were below him.

With the exception of one person. His seatmate in that year's Freshman Class B, one Cater Diamond. Now, Lisle hadn't had anyone he could consider a 'true friend' before. His 'friends' were always merely acquaintances closer to his level he associated with for his own gain, or those below him who he kept around out of charity. But somehow, something with Cater just 'clicked'. They got on like a house on fire, becoming quite close. And upon witnessing Lisle when he wasn't acting, seeing him be a petty, whiny, selfish drama-queen, he didn't think less of him. Or maybe he did. But he still wanted to be Lisle's friend.

That was...strange, to Lisle. He'd always hidden those parts of him, to the point of convincing even himself he didn't have them in the first place, all because he was sure they were things no one would ever truly like in another person. They were 'bad' traits. He'd been expecting Cater might turn into one of those 'convenient friends', with a mutually beneficial arrangement, who stuck to him because of what he could gain. So he was touched when Cater said that 'despite being way worse of a person than I realized, we're still cool. It's kinda refreshing to see, even.' Lisle even started tearing up a little, though quickly tried (and failed) to not draw more attention to it by proclaiming he 'needed to go fix his eyeshadow.'

And once on a school break, when it was clear— to Lisle, at least— that Cater wasn't too thrilled about going home for the week, he offered to let Cater go to Gillikin with him. And so Cater became the first, and at that point only, friend of his to ever know the truth about his parents.

And on the very opposite side of the spectrum... The person...or rather, the floating tablet 'sitting' on his other side... He showed up in person one time. Only once. And Lisle took one look at him, heard his name was 'Idia Shroud', making him the son of one of the richest families in the world, and was overcome with a feeling of pure...bafflement! Beffudlement! Disgust!

Here he was; someone who had everything Lisle wanted; wealth, a well-known family name, a guaranteed good future-- and he was presenting himself like...like some corpse! Like a gloom cloud personified!

Lisle is not entirely unconvinced the look of pure distaste toward Idia he couldn't keep off his face contributed to Idia never again showing up for class in-person.

They were at one point paired up for a class assignment. Everyone else in class, whom Lisle had quickly won over, shared words of sympathy with him for being 'forced to work with someone like that'. And at once, he put on the facade of the kind classmate, thanking them for their concern, 'though I'm sure it won't be all as bad as that.'

Lisle ended up joining the Equestrian Club. After all, knowing how to ride would definitely enhance and play very well into his 'princely' image. And to his joy, the horse he was assigned to ride was a pure white mare named Lady. He was sure it must have been meant to be. As far as he saw it they were both diamonds among coal, two pure, beautiful beings stuck in this place infested with ne'er-do-wells.

Eventually, Lisle started to realize that Idia truly had great potential; a good bone structure, was fairly tall, and the naturally blue lips and flaming hair coupled with his pale skin could actually work really well if he just put some effort into it. He will not admit to having realized this after Idia was kidnapped and almost forcibly married to Eliza.

But he started getting an idea... If he were to, say, give Idia a makeover, to make him look actually presentable, then 'the gloom-cloud' as he now referred to him as in his head, might feel grateful, possibly even indebted, to him. Not only would that stroke Lisle's ego and make him feel better about his envy toward Idia's wealth and position, viewing himself as a 'king-maker' of sorts, being owed a favor by someone that powerful would be sure to do wonders for getting him a foot in the door in the right rooms in the future.

So suddenly he started being nicer to Idia, saying he wanted to help him become more popular. And Idia, of course, wanted no part of it, even as Lisle kept insisting that people would like him more if he simply put in some more effort into looking presentable, and not insulting people so openly.

"After all, people love a good story of rehabilitation."

Despite how good Lisle usually was at maintaining his kind facade, Idia just had a way of absolutely infuriating him. And so once in a moment of heightened emotion, after having had a long day already, Lisle dropped his mask and was completely honest to what he truly thought; about him, about everyone at NRC, about him being at NRC at all.

And somehow, learning this guy who'd been trying to 'help' him was actually kind of a terrible person but felt the need to always hide it, who felt envious of him and was trying to feel better about himself by proving he was somehow 'better' in a way... Well, he didn't like him any more than he previously did. But he sort of understood him now? That all of this was just his way of trying to make himself feel better.

But then after that, Lisle just kept coming back. But he was actually honest this time??? He even thanked Idia. Sincerely! Saying he felt so much better since he was able to drop the mask and just vent at Idia. So now, in return, he was going to try even harder to 'help' him. Dragging him off on walks sometimes to get a minimum amount of exercise, teaching him how to cook simple, healthy meals, and opening his blinds to show him non-arteficial light.

Idia's 'Um, WHAT?! I literally never asked for that! In fact, that's the opposite of what I wanted!' did not phase him in the slightest. Instead, Lisle got closer and held Idia's jaw delicately in his hands, looked him right in the eye with a genuine expression and telling him: 'I see promise in you. Truly.' Idia just kinda stopped. He didn't know what to say or how to respond to that.

And with time, all the things Lisle did to try to help Idia became no longer as Lisle treating him like a 'project', and no longer as much out of gratitude, but instead...just out of care. The way you'd want someone you care about to stay healthy, so you scold them for only eating snacks or going out in the rain without a coat or umbrella. He basically became Idia's hype-man, too.

The day Lisle gave him a small platonic goodbye-kiss on the forehead was the day the code file containing idia's perception of his and Lisle's relationship glitched out and has been unable to be opened again ever since. He has no idea what's going on.

Upon the start of his second year, with the arrival of four new students in particular— Azul Ashengrotto, Jade and Floyd Leech, and a girl whom Lisle had no idea how Crowley allowed to be enrolled, Junia— his status as Housewarden of Octavinelle came to an end. The Headmaster Crowley himself told Lisle that there was nothing he could do about it, despite the sudden re-delegation of the title very much not being the way it usually went. Lisle immediately suspected bribery.

Although... There did exist a clause which was not very well-known, saying that if at least a 3/5 majority of a dorm disagreed with the new choice of Housewarden, the new could not be appointed. And Lisle was still very, very popular with those in his year, and the now third-years.

But Azul proposed a deal to him. In which Lisle would still be allowed to continue giving out help to the rest of the Dorm, as well as students from other dorms, without it being seen as 'infringing' on Azul's business. In exchange, he could be the Vice Housewarden.

Lisle knew that any beloved figure only becomes more beloved when faced with a 'villain'. And so he denied the offer to be Vice Housewarden, so as not to be seen as 'complicit' to the 'new regime' yet still exchanged his title of Housewarden for the promise of being allowed to freely offer his own services. He thought it was better to be seen as a gracious leader felled by newly arrived 'malicious forces' than an ineffectual leader who could not manage to hold off the foul business practices of one of his own 'subjects'. It would garner him more sympathy from said 'subjects' in fact, for him to now be on the same level as them.

Though as he, being one of the oldest, and definitely the most popular, was deemed the leader of the Equestrian Club, it could have been worse.

More sprites:

So :)

On a scale of 1-10 how much have I destroyed the expectations you had of him

(I made this meme to keep myself from spoiling a mutual and I've been wanting to post it SO BAD but it'd SPOIL THE SURPRISE!)

MUAHAHAHAH YOU FOOLS (affectionate), YOU FELL FOR HIS FAÇADE

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[qtubbo]

“He never visits me for nice reasons, it’s so sad” Tubbo about Cucurucho

i need to finish that tubborucho win card immediately

[starsomens]

The lock to your front door started to jiggle making you jump from your seat. You quickly grab Eden and stand a few feet from the door. The door opens to reveal your husband, he drops his bags in the door way

“Hey you,” he says waiting for you to come, a bit confused as to why you just stand there with Eden. He had been gone for some months now and he really missed you both

“Hey handsome,” you smile still not budging

“….did I liss you off orrr?” He was confused why you were just standing there

“Oh no, no, it’s not about you. I…we have a little present for you.” You squat down and place Eden on her little feet. Noah was confused at first, Eden could NOT have leant ti walk….right???

“Go to daddy baby, go!” You encourage her as she shakes to keep her balance on her tiny legs. Her round eyes focused on her father as her gummy smile only grew. Noah drops down to his knees holding out his large tattooed arms waiting for her to be in proximity to him, being her net in case she falls. Her lil feet stomp their way over to her father, her excitement knocking her off balance as she comes closer and Noah catches her fall. He shoots up yo his feet laughing as he litters her face with kisses

“Oh princess I’m so proud of you!” He hugged her close as her gummy smile smothers his cheek. He didn’t care for all the slobber that was getting on his face, it was his baby girl just started walking and he was over the moon, but he was also a little sad about it because he missed the first time she walked. you can see the tears well in his eyes as he sniffs. The tears roll down his eyes, but a large smile still stayed on his face. You finally walk over to him where he brings you into a warm embrace with your daughter.

“ missed you guys so much. Why did you tell me she started walking??” he asked you

“ well, I wanted a surprise. Just wanted to send you a video of her walking for the first time. What better welcome home gift than to see her walking?” You giggle kissing his chin “do you like it?”

“Like it? This is the best gift I’ve come home to…well, one of them anyways” he chuckles kissing your forehead “and you! You need to stop growing so fast!” He goes back to your daughter bringing her close to his face totally in love and over the moon with his little family

[mustainegf]

—masterpost

—𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 ★ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄

A month and a half later, the first day of school had arrived. Grade 12.

As I got ready that morning, my mind buzzed with excitement and a bit of anxiety.

This wasn’t just the beginning of our final year; it was also Felicity’s first day back at school in years. The thought filled me with so much happiness for her.

I pulled on my favorite band shirt, hoping it would bring me some luck, and grabbed my backpack. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

I ran my hand through my wavy long blonde hair.

Felicity always complimented my long hair, and I wanted to grow it out like some of the guys in my favorite bands.

This year was going to be different, special in so many ways. With one last look, I headed downstairs.

I stepped outside, the crisp morning air waking me up fully. As I walked towards school, my thoughts kept drifting to Felicity.

I knew today would be overwhelming for her, but I also knew how strong she was. She’d faced so much and come out the other side with a resilience that amazed me.

When I arrived at school, the buzz of excitement was palpable. Students milled around, catching up with friends and sharing their summer stories. I scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Then I saw her.

Felicity stood by the entrance, her eyes wide with both wonder and nerves.

She looked beautiful, her hair blowing gently in her face. She looked nervous, with her bag slung around her shoulder, the outfit I knew she had spent days picking out. Seeing her there, ready to face this new chapter, filled me with pride.

"Liss!" I called out, waving as I made my way through the many students.

Her face lit up when she saw me, and she waved back, a bit shyly. "James! Hi!"

I reached her side, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not caring who saw. "You ready for this?" I asked, my voice gentle.

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with determination. "I think so. It’s a little scary, but I’m excited too."

"You’ve got this," I said, squeezing her hand. "And I’m here with you. Every step of the way."

She smiled, the nervousness easing a bit. "Thanks, James,” she giggled, squeezing my hand back.

We walked into the school together, the familiar hallways suddenly feeling new and different with Felicity by my side.

As we navigated through the crowd, I could feel the curious stares and whispers.

I knew people were curious about Felicity’s return, as well as me, a bit of a loser, suddenly walking the halls with a girlfriend.

I didn’t care, I always thought school drama was dumb. I was just glad to be here, and even more grateful to have Felicity by my side. Alive.

— 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖

Nine years had passed since that first day of Grade 12.

It was now 1988, and life had taken us on an incredible journey. Felicity and I were now 26, and happily married.

We had been through so much together, and every step of the way had only strengthened our bond.

I had started a band with my best friend, and against all odds, it had taken off in ways we could have never imagined.

We called ourselves Metallica, and over the years, our music had found a passionate audience. The fame and recognition had come fast, but Felicity was the constant in my life that kept me sane.

Tonight, we were playing a sold-out show, and as we finished our set, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

The stage lights dimmed, and I wiped the sweat from my brow, feeling the rush of adrenaline that always followed a performance.

As the final notes echoed through the venue, I glanced backstage and saw her, there she was, Felicity, the woman I loved so dearly.

She stood there, her face lit up with pride and love, her smile as radiant as ever. Despite all the changes and the chaos of our lives, Felicity remained my everything, my biggest supporter, and my best friend.

As I made my way off stage, the noise of the crowd still buzzing in my ears, I thought back to the moments that had led us here.

When the band started gaining traction, Felicity was there every step of the way.

She encouraged me when I doubted everything I was doing and celebrated every success with a kiss and smile.

Our relationship grew stronger with each passing second, and before we knew it, we were planning our wedding.

Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. Surrounded by friends and family, we exchanged vows that reflected our journey, promises to support each other, to cherish the moments, and to always be there no matter what.

Felicity looked stunning in her dress, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness.

As we danced that night, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful life together.

The real dance I’d always promised to give her.

With the band’s success, life became a whirlwind of tours, recording sessions, and media appearances. Yet, through it all, Felicity remained. We made a home together, a place that was our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

And now, standing there after another successful show, I felt the weight of all those memories. I reached Felicity and pulled her into a tight embrace, the noise and the lights fading away as I focused on her.

"You were amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with pride. "As always."

"Thanks, honey," I replied, kissing her forehead tiredly. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you, you know."

One of the biggest hurdles had been Felicity's health. I remembered the fear and uncertainty we had felt when she had needed a transplant.

But Felicity had fought with a courage and that left me in awe. And when she had finally come through it, scarred but alive, I had never been more happy.

I loved her transplant scar, it was a reminder of everything she had overcome, a testament to her strength and determination.

Whenever she felt insecure about it, I would kiss up the length of it, letting her know just how beautiful I found her, scars and all.

But not all our memories were happy ones. Halfway through Grade 12, my world had been shattered when my mother passed away from cancer.

It had been a devastating blow, leaving me orphaned and adrift.

My mother had refused medical care because of her religion, and by the time we realized how serious her condition was, it was too late anyways.

I always wondered if I could’ve done something, said something more, raised my voice again.

But I knew in my heart that no sentence I could string together would diminish my mothers dedication to her faith.

Her passing had left a void in my life that could never be filled. But in the midst of my grief, that same beautiful woman was by my side, Felicity. And when I moved in with my half-brother, she had been there every step of the way.

As I looked at Felicity now, her smile lighting up the room, I felt a surge of gratitude for everything she had done for me.

We had been so young, so full of dreams. I smiled to myself, remembering the late nights we spent sharing secrets, our whispered conversations stretching into the early hours of the morning.

Those moments had been our escape, our way of creating something for just the two of us.

We would talk about everything-our hopes, our fears, the future we wanted to build together.

Felicity would often curl up next to me, her head resting on my shoulder as we lay in my bed, the dim light of my bedside lamp casting a warm glow over us. We would laugh, sometimes cry, but always, we were there for each other.

Those nights were filled with a kind of magic that only young love can bring.

I remembered the first time we made out, our kisses hesitant at first, then growing more confident as we learned each other's rhythms.

The feel of her lips on mine, the way her breath would catch when I held her waist.

And then there was the first time we had sex, when we were 17.

It had been awkward, clumsy, and beautiful all at once. We had giggled nervously, unsure of ourselves but eager to explore this new level of intimacy.

There was a sweetness to it, a sense of discovery that was only ours. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, laughing softly at our inexperience, feeling closer than ever.

Another memory bubbled up, one that still made me laugh every time I thought about it. We were nineteen, young and in love, and we were together in my room in my brother’s basement.

One evening, we were caught up in the heat of the moment, tangled in each other’s arms. Just as we were about to take things to the next level, the door burst open.

In walked my brother, oblivious to what he was interrupting. The shock hit us like a jolt of electricity. Felicity and I jumped nearly a foot in the air, scrambling to cover ourselves, our faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” my brother stammered, his eyes wide as he realized what he’d walked in on. He quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him with a muttered apology.

Felicity and I sat there in stunned silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, the absurdity hit us, and we burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of my room.

“Did you see his face?” Felicity giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I thought my heart was going to stop,” I admitted, still chuckling. “Talk about a mood killer.”

It became one of those stories we’d tell over the years, a funny, awkward moment.

I remember that night vividly, the one when Felicity slept over at my place. Everything had been perfect. We'd stayed up late, talking about everything and nothing, the room filled with our quiet laughter. Eventually, we fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around her. It felt so right.

But the next morning was different. I woke up to find her already awake, sitting up and staring at the sheets with a look of pure horror. It took me a second to realize what had happened.

There was a small red stain on the sheet and a bit on my sweatpants. Felicity had gotten her period during the night.

She looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I'm so sorry, James," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to—"

Before she could finish, tears started streaming down her face. She looked so embarrassed, so vulnerable, and my heart ached for her. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as she cried into my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," I murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's perfectly fine, I promise."

"But I ruined your sheets and your pants," she sobbed, her words muffled against my shirt, trying to hide.

"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "It's not a big deal. Really."

I kissed the top of her head, hoping it would help calm her down. After a moment, I gently pulled away and told her I'd be right back. I went to my sister's room, rummaging through her things until I found what Felicity needed. Thank God for sisters.

Being a teenage boy, I knew little to nothing about periods, but I did my very best.

I handed Felicity the supplies and started stripping the bed. She watched me with wide, red-rimmed eyes, still sniffling. I tossed the sheets and my pants into the laundry basket, then quickly put fresh sheets on the bed.

"See? All taken care of," I said, trying to keep my voice light.

She gave me a weak smile, still looking a bit guilty. I took her hand and led her back to the bed, urging her to lie down.

I slid in beside her, pulling her close again, her head resting on my chest. She was still sniffling, but I could feel her starting to relax. “I’m so gross, I’m sorry..” She whimpered.

"You're not gross, Felicity," I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Don’t ever think that.”

Another memory drifted into my mind, a memory so vivid and emotional that it felt like it had just happened yesterday. It was our wedding day, the day I had officially committed my life to the woman who had been my everything since I was a teenager.

I could still remember the exact moment I first saw her in her wedding dress. I stood at the altar, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for the doors to open and reveal Felicity.

When they did, and she began to walk down the aisle, time seemed to slow.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her dress was simple yet elegant, perfectly complimenting her natural grace. Her hair was styled just the way I loved, soft waves framing her face, just like when we’d met.

I felt a lump form in my throat, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.

I had always known that Felicity was beautiful, but in that moment, she was radiant, a vision of perfection that seemed almost otherworldly.

The emotions hit me all at once, and I couldn't help but cry at the sight of her.

Seeing her in that dress, knowing that she was about to become my wife, was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When we were teenagers, I used to daydream about our future. I imagined us growing up together, marriage, a house, a child.

They gave me hope and something to look forward to when everything else seemed uncertain. Now, looking at Felicity, I realized that those dreams were no longer just figments of my imagination; they were becoming our reality.

And then there was the success of the band. Starting Metallica with my best friend had been a leap of faith, a dream we both shared.

We had no idea if it would work out, but we poured our hearts and souls into our music. Seeing our band take off, playing sold-out shows, and connecting with fans all over the world was beyond anything I had ever imagined.

But through all of this, Felicity remained the center of my universe.

My everything.

Taking a deep breath, I let my hands trail carefully down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers.

Every touch was a reminder of the countless moments we had shared, moments of laughter, tears, triumph, and sorrow.

She smiled softly, her hand reaching up to gently cup my cheek.

I nodded, my throat tight with unspoken words.

My hands rested on her hips, and I pulled her closer, feeling the gentle swell of her stomach against me. It was a subtle change, but one that carried the weight of a new chapter in our lives.

Pride swelled in my chest as I thought about Felicity being pregnant. It was all I had ever wanted, and soon we would have a little baby, a sweet little one of our own.

The love that had carried us through was now bringing new life into the world.

We're really going to have a baby, my heart whispered.

I kissed her gently, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. As we stood there, the memories of our past mingling with the promise of our future, I felt gratitude for the life we had built together.

Looking into her eyes, I saw not just the love of my life, but the future mother of our child.

In that moment, holding her close, feeling the tiny life growing inside her, I felt a love and fulfillment I had never known before.

The space between us filled with an unspoken promise of the life we were about to welcome into the world.

The space between us,

Keeps the memory of my mother's faith.

The faith that tore her away.

The space between us,

holds the teenage love,

A bond forged on sandy shores.

The space between us,

Carries the rhythm of the dance on the beach.

Fumbling feet mix with water and sand.

The space between us,

still feels the ache of Felicity's near-death.

Life’s thread almost cut short.

The space between us,

Holds the pain of grief,

A shadow we carry, hand in hand.

The space between us,

Brings the sweetness of kisses shared,

A taste of forever on our lips.

The space between us,

Carries a baby,

A life built from an awkward conversation on the lake.

The space between us,

Carries a life,

A life we’ve conceived.

The space between us,

Hurts

Sometimes.

The space between us,

resides the quiet girl at the lake,

A reminder that sometimes, the greatest love stories begin with an awkward hello.

In the end,

What brings us closer together,

Is the space between us.

Taglist: @whatsupvic

[liesmyth]

Hi ❤️ I was wondering, do you have some recs/advices for light cardio HIIT sessions? I follow a weight lifting program online split on 3 days, i'd like to do some type of cardio on a fourth day but online there is.. TOO MUCH infos, i'm basically a beginner still and i'm getting so confused 😭

hi hi thank you for asking I LOVE these questions ❤️ I totally get what you mean about Too Much Information, fitness internet is chockfull of info but it can and does get overwhelming (and contact story!) especially if you're a beginner.

On cardio: I'm a big cardio fan, and could yap about the benefits all day. However! I feel very strongly that the best kind of cardio is the one that you actually like doing. If you're "just" looking to add "do more cardio" to your schedule, without any specific goals, the type of cardio matters a lot less than whether it's going to be fun for you to do. It can be as simple as doing 15/20 mins on an exercise bike after you're done at the gym, or dancing to kpop videos in your bedroom, or going on a moderate hike on Saturdays. If you want to add some more structured workouts, that's also great — more on that below — but IME, finding a form of cardio that you actually enjoy is a lot more important in the long run than trying to find THE perfect cardio workout.

this is the part where I yap. sorry.

SAMPLE CARDIO ROUTINE FOR LIFTERS from this amazing (very insightful!) r/fitness post by a lifting coach who's very solid

Something like this is IMO ideal if you don't have time or inclination to do much else. If it looks good to you, stop here! No need to read on. If you want more info and resources, go on

What's HIIT anyway?

sorry to be pedantic BUT I think it's important when exploring online fitness resources to know this: "light HIIT" is a misnomer. HIIT has become kind of a buzzword that's overused in fitness circles for marketing / SEO reasons, and I understand why (visibility!) but I wanted to clarify this just so you know what to look for going forward. HIIT = "High-intensity interval training": short bursts of exercise that have your heart literally jumping in your throat, followed by recovery. You're meant to give it your absolute all and flop dead like a fish on the grass when you're done. The upside is that HIIT workouts are very short; the downside is that they're very intense, and it can be kind of mentally daunting to psyche yourself up to do it.

So maybe I don't want to do the mentally daunting workout. What else is there?

NON-HIIT WORKOUTS THAT FUCK

Just because something is branded as "HIIT" when it's not, it doesn't mean it's not a damn good workout in its own right. Here is a youtube playlist from a "follow along workouts" fitness influencer who I LOVED during the pandemic (Caroline Girvan, I've yapped about her before). I used to do one of her cardio-heavy workouts once a week as an integration to an at-home fitness routine. That playlist I linked includes 92 (NINETY TWO) workouts. Some are bodyweight, some use dumbells for resistance; pick and choose.

LIGHT CARDIO

Maybe this is what you were looking for in the first place! LISS = Low-Intensity Steady Cardio. As the name implies, instead of "high-intensity bursts + recovery" style of workout, LISS workout means that you constantly keep moving at a steady rate. The downside is that LISS workouts are much longer, and maybe more dull, and you're better off doing them multiple times a week to see benefits. The upside is that they're less taxing on your body and require less recovery time, and they can be paired up with lifting days. Something like 15 mins on an exercise bike as a cooldown after lifting + one longer session (40+ min) on a day you don't lift would be what I think of as "integrating cardio into a lifting schedule" if you don't want to do anything high intensity. Replace exercise bike with walking up an incline or jogging or swimming or dancing or whatever. You can mix and match. You can take a brisk half hour walk 3 times a week and go on a hike every other weekend. Just find something that you enjoy and can stick to ( <- personally I have an audiobook I save to listen to ONLY when I'm doing chill-ish cardio to entertain me during)

Nevermind those alternatives. I want to do HIIT anyway. What do I do?

resources: introduction to HIIT writeup from r/HIIT (not famliar with the sub but the guide looks pretty solid) + some examples of HIIT workouts that you can do anywhere depending on your preferences (bodyweight training, exercise bike or rowing machine, kettlebell swings etc)

Here's an example of a follow-along HIIT workout from an influencer I think is very solid: ONE, TWO. They're 15 minutes long and pretty much what I mean when I say that HIIT is meant to be short and deadly; you do something like this, you recover, you're done.

BIG disclaimer: Don't start with any moves that are too fancy at first. Because HIIT = high intensity, that mostly translates into "doing some moves very fast to try and get your heart rate up within the interval window" and some people interpret that as trying to get in as many reps as possible. this goes extra hard for "follow along" workouts but also in general. If you're not very familiar with those moves, you can risk injury. Some HIIT routines are very dynamic, and if you don't have the movements nailed down, you're better off focusing on maintaining form rather than doing them really fast.

Other disclaimer: I would still pair up HIIT once a week with some more chill cardio on lifting days. If it's possible. But if you're doing HIIT in an intense way, that's already a lot!

TLDR

Summing up. Example of HIIT workouts. Follow alongs: one, two, three. I'd recommend doing one of these once a week if you like them, on a non-lifting day. If these aren't your speed, then a longer session of moderate cardio on a non-lifting day would be good, depending on what you have access to and enjoy. You can also do moderate cardio on lifting days if you're feeling extra motivated.

long-ass science-y article on benefits of cardio for weightlifters because I just really love this blogger

[valentine-cafe]

You attempted many times to get your wife to take a break, during one of the hottest days elritea has had in years. yet, she budges not. leaving you to waltz around the house with melancholic misunderstandings.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x gn!reader, featuring the herrera family: Javier herrera x gn!reader, Rishen herrera & parental figure!reader, Lucía herrera & parental figure!reader ⊹ ۪

it had been one of the hottest days in elritea. and yet your wife for the life of her wouldn’t listen to you when you told her to step out of her office and take a break with you. gods, you worried for her health at times.

you’d wanted to take her out, maybe have some stuff to eat and to just enjoy the weather and your time together. but she remained stubborn.

“just for a bit.” you attempted once again, only for her to grunt out in disagreement. hunched over schematics and blueprints.

“rishima.” you sighed, earning a little look from her.

“’m busy doll.” she’d mutter quietly, tracing the pencil across the paper in precise and fine lines. making sure there are no imperfections nor flaws.

“too busy for me?”

the room went quiet, you weren’t really sure if she even heard you as the pencil continued to draw around the paper. so shutting your eyes and hanging your head for a moment, giving it a little shake before straightening it and walking out the office.

“well i’ll be in the livingroom,” you whispered out. trudging out of the wide expanse and flopping down on the couch. facefirst into soft cushions and blankets.

you saw your step-son wander by with a plate of food in his hands, trying to balance it along with a few cups. alarmed at the sight you got off and ran over to him, picking some of the cups out of his hand and giving him a little glance.

“rishen you can go twice. i’m sure your boyfriends would survive it.” you huff softly, the soft joke rolling off your tongue.

he smiles sheepishly in response, shaking his head.

“knowing them, they would start whining more than they did when i went down to get our stuff.” hr laughed, looking at you with fond eyes. “Thank you for the help.”

“of course” you chuckle. helping him get the food and drink to the room and greeting his boyfriends before departing and going to your step-daughter’s room to assure she’s doing alright too.

gently knocking on the door, you hear Lucia’s voice chime in response: “yeah?”

“you doing okay in there?” you ask, earning a little chuckle. “I am, doing art project.”

with a small smile and a nod, despite her being unable to see you retreat from the door and call out once more before leaving: “well then i will leave you to it, you call if you need anything. okay?”

and after that you sighed a bit, turning around and walking down the stairs to get back to the livingroom and sit. but just as you reached the last step, you were snatched into the kitchen. your lungs squeezing a bit, leaving you to yelp.

“come here,” you’d hear the familiar voice of your husband murmur, Javier holding a test arepa up to your mouth for you to taste.

“Oh?” you chuckle, “you’re the one makin’ food today?” you hum out quietly, taking a bite and savoring the taste.

“Vendrán Neva, Gael y Lisse. Tengo que hacer tanta comida como sea posible. (Neva, Gael and lisse are coming. I have to make as much food as possible. )” He responds, lifting a brow at you. awaiting a reaction to your taste test.

with a click of your tongue, you tut a few times, trying to get the thing the arepa misses. “mm put some more vegetable oil in the batter.” you hum, “no more salt needed.”

with a nod, the man gets back to making the food, and you wander out the kitchen, seating yourself down on the couch and sighing. looking up at the ceiling aimlessly.

you don’t really know how long you sat like that, all you know is, that you felt a new weight on your lap, as rishima had laid her head down on it, computer propped on her tummy still as she continued to write. eyebrows furrowed.

with a curious look, you tilted your head in question at her sudden appearance.

“why aren’t you in the office.” you murmur, not with the intention of making her go back there, you wouldn’t allow it. but you still wondered what made her leave.

“you know i never mean anything bad when i tell you i’m busy, doll.” she mumbles, voice carrying the slightest bits of rasp.

“. . .” you stay quiet, looking away. but made to look back again as a hand finds your cheek, gently guiding your face to tilt down and look into magenta eyes. a pair of soft lips find yours, and her hand moves through your hair. keeping it at the scalp to massage at it a bit.

“i have time for you, even when i’m working. thank you for caring.” she sighs, as she leans back down on your lap to keep her head, fingers tapping away at the computer keyboard.

and with a smile at the sight, you lean your head against your arm on the couch lean, watching your wife work happily now that you get to have her close to you.

[castaway-achlys]

Welcome to the Blog!

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Admin will speak in red, and posts will be tagged as "admin speaks."

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This is a multi-ship blog, meaning that any of my characters can (and likely will) date multiple people. That being said, those relationships will not intersect with each other.

Admin and their characters are 18+, and this blog can contain mentions of alcohol, drugs, NSFW, and other adult type content. Posts that do will be tagged accordingly as "tw (insert thing)". For example, "tw drugs". The exception to this rule is NSFW, which will be tagged as "castaway from public." I follow the 18 and over rule regarding my characters and substances, but you do you!

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Almost all posts will be in lowercase, which is intentional.

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Please do not involve any of us in drama, plotted or not, without notifying us or asking if it's okay first.

These rules can be added to at any time, but I'll try to announce if I make any edits!

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Admin is 22 years old.

Admin is non-binary, pansexual, and polyamorous.

Admin uses they/he pronouns, and would appreciate if you used them when appropriate.

Admin has diagnosed ADHD, and most likely, undiagnosed autism.

Admin is an omnipotent being of sorts. They can interact with Castor and Pollux, as well as other people/characters within Twisted Wonderland.

Admin does not have a physical form that is visible to Twisted Wonderland inhabitants, he appears as a voice that just occasionally interacts and comments on things.

Admin can't be killed or harmed by anyone in Twisted Wonderland, and yes, this means you, Malleus Draconia.

Admin simply just is, and will occasionally pop in, most commonly in the tags.

About Castor Achlys!

Important things about Castor!

Castor is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Castor is the older twin out of him and Pollux.

Castor is transgender, female to male.

Castor uses he/him pronouns, but tolerates they/them if the person is a stranger.

Castor is pansexual, but if you ask him about his sexuality, he has no idea. He is able to love anyone, regardless of gender, genitalia, etc, if given the chance.

Castor is from the Ignihyde dorm and specializes in technology.

Castor is a first year, chosen by the mirror at 18.

Castor is a genius and extremely fast learner.

Castor's main focus and hobby is gaming, where his username is Castaway, hence the blog name.

Castor is extremely fond of animals, especially cats.

Castor has an immense amount of strength, an inhuman sense of smell and hearing, and is very fast.

Castor is only 5 feet, or 152cm, tall.

Castor has bright pink eyes and dark blue hair.

Posts will be made containing his appearance and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Castor's backstory.

Castor's Partners!

Suitors? Pspspsps.

♡ Archie — @nightonthemountain — June 2, 2024 — castor's north star. 🧭

♡ Che'nya — @your-local-grinning-cat — June 27, 2024 — castor's kitty. 🌙

About Pollux Achlys!

Important things about Pollux!

Pollux is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Pollux is the younger twin out of him and Castor.

Pollux is a cisgender male.

Pollux uses he/him mostly, but any pronouns are fine with him. Call him whatever you'd like! He is comfortable in his gender identity and doesn't believe that pronouns are indicative or equal to one's gender.

Pollux is bisexual, but has a preference for men (transgender inclusive-- transgender males are males too!)

Pollux doesn't attend Night Raven College, but if he did, he would want to be in Pomefiore.

Pollux, unlike his brother, learns things at a much slower and normal speed, and does not excel at most academics. He does enjoy learning, though, and is intelligent in his own right. (School and standardized testing is not a good measure of intelligence.)

Pollux is the one who introduced Castor to games, and plays them a lot with him. It is also his main hobby. At this time, Admin has not given him a clever username.

Pollux doesn't have a favorite animal, but enjoys bees a lot.

Pollux is also strong, but has a normal sense of smell and hearing, and isn't the fastest due to his size. He is not overweight, just a bit lanky and very tall.

Pollux is 6 feet and 1 inch, or 185cm, tall.

Pollux has features opposite to Castor-- in that he has dark blue eyes and light pink hair.

Pollux does involve himself with weed frequently, so if you're uncomfortable with that, please block the tag "tw drugs" for us! Don't worry, he's responsible! Mostly.

Posts will be made containing his backstory, appearance, and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Pollux's Partners!

Who is Pollux involved with? Hehe.

♡ Umbrance — @nightonthemountain — May 28, 2024 — pollux's moon. 🏔️

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Important things that don't fit anywhere else!

Ask games will be available sometimes! They will be tagged as "ask game — (insert title)."

Castor, Pollux, and I's first ask game (still ongoing) is here!

Admin hasn't had Castor and Pollux officially commissioned for a reference of their looks yet, so picrews are available for you to get an idea of what they look like! They are tagged as "castor picrew." and "pollux picrew." and will always have a link to the picrew and any other ocs included so you can check them out!

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Anonymous blog frequenters will be tagged as "(insert something here) anon."

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[average-mako-enjoyer]

"send me a character" ask game!

From the character ask game.

This is not a choose violence ask! You didn't have to choose violence, Liss!

Anyway, Zevran.

Favorite thing about him I think the best thing about him is also the worst thing about him. He's the embodiment of that toxic bisexual rep people keep ranting about, and he's designed to attract our kind.

He has:

a thick ass

dick game on a whole new level

weird sense of humor

tragic past

Oh, and he also knows how to stab people? And has a good sense of boundaries? Yeah, okay, Bioware, pack me two of those, please.

Least favorite thing about him He's that toxic bisexual rep people keep ranting about. XD

He lies and flirts like he breathes, he sleeps with everyone because it's fun and it helps pass the time, and yeah! Okay! I know people like that! Myself included. So it's a pretty realistic portrayal of a person who went through such a massive trauma as a child and was severely abused for most of his life. But his story lacks depth in some ways.

Yes, he confronts the Crows. Yes, he kills his former lover/friend to tie up loose ends, and that's it. I wish there were more moments that showed his vulnerability. His obvious flaws.

But I think that's what all the Origins characters suffer from. They fall pretty flat once you're done with their personal missions, and their romances lack that tasty substance for me as well.

Favorite line His stupid sex poem and how Warden asks, "You killed the person who wrote it for you anyway?" And he's like, "Well, of course! But only after we slept together. What do you think, I'm some kind of monster? I fucked her for a few hours, btw." And Warden goes, "Well, if it was hours…"

brOTP Him and Wynne. I think she can be a perfect match for his energy and just be a sarcastic ass around him for sports, which I am sure he loves. They can make fun of Oghren together. Also, he can fingerbang her into next Tuesday if necessary, and it wouldn't ruin their dynamic.

Also him and Leliana.

OTP Zevran/Alistair sounds like so much fun to me.

One is a labrador retriever, another is a sly fox. One is a virgin, another has fucked his way across the continent. One is a homophobic church boy, another is everything the church warns good people against. One is horrified by the fact that this man, dude, guy with a penis, oh my god he has an actual dick between his legs, is actually attractive, another finds the bi panic men expirience around him endearing. Alistair Theirin gets fucked into the mattress watch in HD 1080p.

Also, Zevran/Morrigan. They are a definition of bi4bi power couple.

But the best OTP is Zevran/freedom to do whatever the fuck he wants to.

nOTP Don't have one. I truly believe he can weasel his way into any pants.

Random headcanon He's such a slut for luxury lifestyle. He's pretty down to earth most of the time, but lay him down on some silk sheets after a good meal and he'll be yours.

Unpopular opinion He and Warden are not a good match for a variety of reasons, and I'm not that surprised that he's out of the picture by the time Awakening begins.

Song i associate with them Oof, this is hard. I guess Call Out My Name by The Weeknd?

Favorite picture of them This one or this one.