#at least i was on time on the other post lol

[neeeooon]

heyy I just woke up to your event post and immediately got to requesting lol I love ur posts <33. I'd like to request for forced proximity, bllk rin, crack, twitch streamer!rin au 😋😋🫶

THANK YOU and i love your sua pfp 🫶🫶

all in (forced to stream with rin)

twitch streamer!rin x twitch streamer!reader. crack

‘count ur mf days’ you send a seething text to isagi and nagi when they announce via twitter that you are to take part in a streaming event with twitch streamer!rin

because you joined the streaming game around the same time and had a similar following, you and twitch streamer!rin were always paired up or seated together at events

twitch streamer!rin fidgeted in the provided gaming chair, daring a few glances in your direction before clearing his throat. ��so. we meet again.”

you roll your eyes at twitch steamer!rin’s awkward attempt at small talk and flick your mouse across the screen. “it appears so.”

when the game is announced, REPO, you swivel your chair in twitch streamer!rin’s direction with a serious look on your face. “you better not die and leave me all on my own. i suck at this game.”

twitch streamer!rin cocks a brow. “shouldn’t i be the one threatening you not to die, then?”

you’re forced to coexist, at least for a little bit. despite your prior snippiness, you could think of a dozen people worse than twitch streamer!rin to be stuck beside for hours

twitch streamer!rin certainly grows on you when he abandons the mission to revive you after you died, though you don’t tell him that to his face

you don’t need to, since your fans take it upon themselves to let twitch streamer!rin know how fondly you’re smiling at him in his chat

twitch streamer!rin looks at you and huffs. “stop falling in love with me. your fans are spamming my chat.”

“me fall in love with you? yeah right! says the guy who ditched the mission to save me.” twitch streamer!rin simply rolls his eyes. “it’s easier with two people. there’s no i in team, y/n.” says the guy who never willingly collaborates with others

your team loses, but you’ve never had as much engagement as you did with twitch streamer!rin. “we should collab sometime.”

twitch streamer!rin isn’t very amused. “i don’t do collaborations.” to which you respond with, “what happened about there not being an i in team, hm?”

twitch streamer!rin has been streaming exclusively with you ever since <3

[dellieghtful]

7-Days of Recovery With You 🍧🌸

SYNOPSIS: After getting injured and blacking out during a battle, you had not other choice but to take a week-long rest at home to recover. Unfortunately, the universe had a different vision for your dedicated rest & relaxation and decided to send in not just one but all five of your "emergency contacts". Oh the joy of being their favorite past time.

🍓 A/N: Hello! First fanfic here on tumblr about our favorite LADS boys (்▿்). I'll be posting daily (if I can make time lol) for this one! Each part will have a different pairing with all the fluff & humor I can squeeze into the fics. Hope you like it!

- p.s: I'll work on tumblr's interface so I can figure out how to add pictures and stuff to make it more interesting~

˚₊·Xavier's Miracle Soup—̳͟͞͞♡

Part 2 (Zayne) | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Your week had been more than just the typical stressful encounter. Well, first and foremost, you took a hit. A pretty bad one, to say the least. It just so happened you were out in the field with Xavier, fighting off Wanderers just like any other day. It was supposed to be an easy job, a quick 30-45 minute battle, however you never anticipated to be battling wave after wave of Wanderers.

Now, here you were under bedrest, seeking recovery from your battle, surrounded by a thick blanket and rows and towers of pillows for your own comfort. Ironically, despite all the comfort your own bed has brought to you over the years, nothing could compete to the impending feeling of doom you were feeling at that moment.

Your phone kept buzzing non-stop, one message after the other, not just from one but from all five of your "emergency contacts". For some reason, they thought it was wise to build a groupchat and include you in it, to keep "tabs" on your well-being. Knowing well-enough your house is littered with security cameras from Caleb's recent "house project" and Mephisto being on the 24/7 watch, constantly pecking at your window to check on you and most probably bring "gifts" from Onychinus' one and only leader, Sylus. Not to mention, all five men have access to your current vital signs that directly notify them if it gets too low or too high, all thanks to Zayne's newly-installed and gifted watch, which clings onto your wrist like a second skin.

Grumbling to yourself as you rolled on your bed, shielding your eyes from the light peeking through the curtains, "So much for a relaxing long weekend".

» Flashback: 3 days ago . . . «

"Xavier!" you yelled across the field., "2:00!". Loud shots were fired into the air accompanied with the clanging of metal hitting almost everything in its path. "There's too many," Xavier respons, panting heavily as he wipes off the sweat and dirt off his forehead. "Any ideas?" he asks, slashing his sword through the air as another Wanderer comes too close for its own comfort towards you and Xavier.

You and Xavier had been fighting Wanderers non-stop since early in the morning. What was anticipated to be an easy job for the both of you experienced hunters, became nearly a full-day battle. "Well, making it out alive is one of them," you half-heartedly joked, trying to figure out another way to eliminate at least most of the Wanderers stalking your way. You and Xavier were about to be cornered against a large boulder, with no other exit available for the both of you to make it out alive without leaving the other behind. With quick thinking, Xavier slashed his sword in the air and cut down a nearby tree, crushing the remaining Wanderers that were crawling towards the both of you.

With heavy panting, you let your knees buckle and kneel to the floor, carefully clutching both of your guns to the ground. "What the hell was that?", swiping off all the sweat and grime from your forehead and carefully tucking away hair strands of your now messy ponytail to the side.

"It was more than what we had expected," Xavier holds out a hand and helps you get up. Not even standing at your full height, you felt the pang to your chest, you quickly grasp the skin over your heart to try and ease the pain. You felt the whole world spinning, bits of black blotches decorating your vision, you couldn't help but feel the swaying motions of your entire body, feeling the wave of pain and exhaustion finally crashing into you.

With one last glance at Xavier, you blacked out and felt your body, crash to the floor with only hearing Xavier's worried voice over and over until everything became tuned out.

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It wasn't long before you regained consciousness and finally woke up from your deep slumber. Quickly looking around the room, familiarity made you realize that Xavier had brought you back home in your apartment. Carefully expecting your body, you could clearly see you were beaten and bruised from head to toe with your body being covered in layers of bandages and band-aids, for the smaller cuts.

"You're awake," a voice finally broke you out of your thoughts. As you lift your gaze up, you felt a soft smile grace your face. It was none other than your one and only partner in crime, Xavier, who was seemingly unscathed from the recent battle, carrying what seems to be a steaming hot bowl of what looks like a multi-colored soup. Well, crap.

"You blacked out, I had to bring you to the nearest hospital. You were out for a long time." Xavier said slowly, walking towards your bed with the soup in his hand, carefully grabbing a nearby chair with his vacant hand and setting himself ontop of it. "You overused your powers today, the association has been informed that we finished the task but, seeing your current condition, they're letting you take a break for a couple of days for you to fully recover".

"What? No, I can't. We still have so much paperworks to deal with. Not to mention the sudden influx of Wanderer activity within neighboring cities of Linkon." Your eyes widden at the thought, trying to slowly get up and fix yourself to a seated position, only to feel a pang of pain that puts your back against the board of your bed with a small thud and a wince of pain that makes you grab your waist in hopes to soothe the pain.

"Exactly my point. I'll handle the rest for the meantime. You need to rest. Captain Jenna has already made plans to assign me with a temporary partner while you rest up. We'll continue the mission from here and I'll update you as much as I can". Xavier, carefully, placing the soup onto the nearby table, gives your hand a small squeeze and a reassuring smile. As he pulls away, his gaze drops to his homemade soup and carefully picks up the bowl and scoops a spoonful of it.

You could feel the dread crawling out of you as Xavier stirs the soup and grabs another handful of the soup onto the spoon. "This is my own homemade recipe. I made it a while ago while you were asleep. It's mixed with all the good stuff I could find in your fridge". Well, double crap! I haven't even cleaned out my fridge for the week.

"That's so sweet of you Xavier, it means a lot but you don't have to feed me. I can handle it on my own." Reassuring Xavier as you carefully try to find a comfortable sitting position on the bed. Also hoping & praying that Xavier wouldn't feed you his bathbomb of a soup. Who knows what the man found and put into his miracle of a soup?

"No, I insist. Open wide," While grabbing both of your cheeks, Xavier quickly grabs the spoon and shoves the content forcefully into your mouth. With no choice but to swallow, you try and close your eyes to somehow pretend you're eating anything but the bathbomb soup.

Trying not to grimace at the recently-swallowed spoonful of bathbomb soup, you gave Xavier a weak smile, "Wow, it's...definitely something".

"I'm glad you like it. I won't leave until you finish all of it. Doctor's orders after all." You could feel your soul ascend and leave your body. How could you possibly finish this whole soup infront of Xavier? Taking in a deep breathe, you playfully twirl the spoon with your fingers as it rotates gently with the soup in the bowl, hoping it would buy you enough time for Xavier to go home and you can dispatch the bathbomb soup.

"Oh and, don't worry about anything else. Everything else is covered. The association said that they informed your four other emergency contacts. So, while I'm not here to take care of you, either of the four will do the job." Xavier smiles sweetly, as he wips out his phone and shows you an email from the association with his email attached to the receiver, along with not just two but four other emails? Why on earth would you have five emergency contacts? It wasn't like you were dying or anything, just beaten and bruised, but you'll definitely heal within a day or two.

"Wow, that's a lot of people but I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll only be gone for a couple of days."

"A week, you'll be gone for a week". Xavier corrected, looking through his phone to double check the email and its content. A whole week? What kind of joke is the universe trying to pull on you now? "Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do then?"

"Well, for starters, you can finish your soup, I'll make up a new batch before I head out so I can give you time to rest". Xavier says, as he pats your head gently and slowly pushes away strands of your bangs to the side. Your eyes could never mistake the longing stare Xavier always does whenever he looks at you, as if worried you would disappear without a trace.

"I'll be fine. Have some faith in me, with your soup, I'll be back to work in no time." You say as you reach out for his hand and give it a tight squeeze and a reassuring smile.

Xavier couldn't help but smile, tidbits of little sparkles floating around him as you both reciprocate the emotion of relief, of being safe away from any worry and danger. "You'll always be my best partner in crime, you know? You've saved me more times than I can count".

"I'll always come to save you as you will always come and find me, no matter where I am". You couldn't help but smile but also wonder, what does Xavier mean by that, that you would always come and find him? Oh well, that's another mystery for another day.

"I think I'll rest up in while".

"Good, I'll make a new batch of soup. They should be arriving at any minute".

They?

And just like that, the universe decided to give you its own vision of rest & relaxation as a loud bang of the door accompanied by numerous voices flowed into your apartment.

"Pipsquek, I'm home! I got here as fast as I could!"

"Truly, we could have taken the elevator at different intervals. I don't think using your gravity evol to force the doors shut was wise".

"Oh doctor, relax. Surely, with your salary, we could pay a handsome fee and make another elevator to fit us".

"Or maybe we just don't visit at the same time? Her apartment's already cramped as is. Can't you find different day-offs or something?

Dear God, help me.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (11)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I’m really sorry if this part sucks. I really tried my best. Also I’m sorry I didn’t get to tag people, I was in a rush and didn’t have enough time to check I wasn’t missing anyone and ended up giving up.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 10 // MASTERLIST

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 11) — NYC

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yourinstagram well hello hello. its two am and im still awake bc i was hanging out with my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend celebrating the end of another wonderful and amazing very real show <3 i thought i’d let you know since apparently what truly happens in nashville is the new online entertainment now. also fyi today i was allowed to leave my hotel room and i also behaved very politely and didnt run outside to cry. a real angel, i’d say. its too bad my attempts to fake date harry styles didnt work, tho. i mean i thought it was a great and innovative plan tbh but as you might’ve read already he officially called things off so that’s all gone now. boohoo. im not sure what im supposed to do on tour now. maybe i’ll have to actually learn how to use a camera and start to actually film things during shows… idk… i’ll figure something out tho. if you have any ideas or suggestions pls let me know. for now i’ll enjoy my freedom. it’s was very kind of them to even allow me to open the window and breathe some fresh air. so, so amazing!

btw, congrats ＠popgossip on finding such reliable sources. also the fact checking was impeccable. there was nothing left for me to hide. keep it up with that journalism! that’s clearly how you go from amateur to professional. im taking notes now! anyway, have a great life and tysm for your kindness and all your thoughtful consideration to my real human feelings 🥰 there’s nothing like getting back to the hotel and seeing those many great things being said about me. thanks a lot. hope the same treatment finds its way back to you along the way! xoxo lots of love, yn

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user2 😲 user2 holy molly…  user2 I think you absolutely ate this? left no crumbs behind? 

↳ yourinstagram haha thanks?

harryfan3 GIRL!!!!! im so shocked i dont even know what to say or where to start or

↳ yourinstagram lol 💋💋💋

harryfan5 miss yn ilysm you made me laugh so hard like this is so confusing but so great i truly truly love you  

↳ yourinstagram miss emma you made me smile so hard rn thank you thank you hope to see you again at another show someday!

ynrryfan calling out that account so openly is so bold of you omfg im so proud

↳ yourinstagram thanks im so proud, too 

bestfriend ok but did they feed you today? gave you some water?

↳ yourinstagram yes. i had two glasses of water and one banana ↳ bestfriend wow! they be treating you like a princess now ↳ yourinstagram i know it wasnt easy but they finally agreed to make some improvements 

harryfan7 yn babe are you drunk or something? wth is all this? lmaooooooo

↳ yourinstagram lol maybe a little tipsy but no regrets at allllllll

lookitsnyoh  does this mean I am finally allowed to stop hanging out with you?

↳ yourinstagram no. your contract still says you’re forced to have at least one lunch a week with me and one drink every two shows ↳ lookitsnyoh well then ＠jefezoff let’s talk about this? Please? ↳ jefezoff I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s not negotiable ↳ anthonypham I tried too ＠lookitsnyoh unfortunately I’m stuck with her friendship, too :( ↳ pillowpersonpp me too ↳ paulithepsm me three ↳ harryfan9 the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc i could never handle this much teasing from my friends like i’d be thinking it’s real and crying under my pillow for months  ↳ harryfan2 maybe she should bc doesn’t feel like “just” teasing to me ↳ yourinstagram it’s not ＠harryfan2 is right & everyone really hates me  harryfan10 ? How old are you? 8? ↳ yourinstagram 28, actually. you? 

harryfan4 to put popgossip on the spot like this it’s rude and uncalled for. like this isn’t funny. also what’s going on with all these comments? don’t you have better things to do than being here replying to people?

↳ harryfan7 im sorry, but uncalled for? are you serious? lmao she’s bringing them up because they made a full post with nothing but lies about her own life cmon ↳ harryfan4 still, she should’ve done this privately or something ↳ yourinstagram you’re right this isn’t funny and i don’t have nothing better to do. im sorry. im really very sorry. ↳ harryfan6 being sarcastic isn’t funny, girl ↳ yourinstagram oh, i thought it was. im sorry. wont do it again.

harryfan8 I mean, what are you even trying to accomplish here? Are you not embarrassed at all to behave like this?

↳ yourinstagram i am. very very embarrassed, actually. im sorry :( shame on me.

user3 Honestly, things are so different around here now that I almost forgot how fun it used to be to keep up with your posts. I’m glad to see real you back! Stay strong and don’t listen to the noise. 

↳ yourinstagram what noise? ;)  ↳ yourinstagram (thank you 💗)

user1 ok I know this isn’t at all related to the post but… no sightseeing this time? :(

↳ yourinstagram omg yes! are you kidding me? i always make time for sightseeing haha i’ll actually get to it tomorrow!  ↳ user1 ahhhh this is great! I love it! Hope you enjoy the city, then!  ↳ harryfan12 is this your way of letting people know where you’ll be so they can find you and see you with harry? 🥱 ↳ yourinstagram oh damn, you caught me! 

harrystyles ok. screen time is over now

↳ yourinstagram :( five more minutes, sir? ↳ harrystyles request denied. they’re heading to your room to take your phone away right now ↳ yourinstagram 😭 ↳ yourinstagram after all we went through? unbelievable ↳ harrystyles it is what you’ve signed up for ↳ yourinstagram cant fight with that ↳ harryfan9 helloooooooo??? ↳ harryfan11 HAJSHBAJSDH WTF IS HAPPENING TONIGHT ↳ harryfan13 sprinting to the gc RIGHT NOW to scream at this interaction bc what the fuck what the fuck WHAT. THE. FUCK.

user15 this whole thing was actually so refreshing to see! Please don’t ever stop standing up for yourself. It’s good for your soul but it’s also great entertainment for mine lol

harryfan0 guys I’m so confused… what is all this? haha can someone please fill me in?

↳ harryfan3 @/popgossip posted a lot of stupid things about yn. to sum it up, they said harry tried to end their pr relationship and yn didn’t take it well, so that’s why she was crying outside the hotel the other night. and they also said she spent the day at the hotel bc harrys team didnt let her leave… just nonsense like that. there are more details to the story that you can check on their last post, but it’s all clearly fake and not even worth the read (I promise)  ↳ harryfan11 also, can I just say they didn’t JUST create stuff, they were also unnecessarily aggressive with the lies? I mean, they said her crying was “a manipulative tactic to get his attention and also keep the rumors alive” !!!  There was absolutely no need for that?!? or to write that harrys team advised her to stay inside and away from him or “there would be consequences” ??? I mean wtf ??  ↳ user17 👆 this. THIS. is the reason why this post has become my favorite thing she’s ever done 

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ynupdates After such an eventful night, Yn just posted this on her stories, meaning we can all relax now and catch a break from the madness 😅

Also, ＠harryfan9 shared with us a really nice screenshot of a conversation she had with Yn a few minutes ago! We asked what she’d comment on Yn’s post for her to say that, and she told us she’d said: “the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc I could never handle this much teasing from my friends”. The fan also said that Yn ended up replying ��everyone really hates me” to a comment underneath hers, which is why she thinks Yn felt guilty and dmed her right before she posted the story.

To be honest, we loved to see this kind of Yn tonight. How do you guys feel about it?

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harryfan5 this was just soooo great! for a moment I couldn’t keep up with it anymore lol it was so crazy but so great harryfan1 stop she reached out?? she’s soooooooooo sweet  user11 good for her! I feel like she’s finally owning the narrative and maybe now people will calm down a little

↳ user13 I hope so! I’m low-key kinda worried it’s actually going to make things worse ↳ user11 idk. people were hating on her nonstop anyway so… tbh I think she should’ve done this way sooner lol

ynrryfan the way she posted her texts with harry !!!!! also “so you know I mean it” !!!!! PLEASE 

↳ harryfan17 how do you it’s him?? no hate i swear just genuinely asking ↳ ynrryfan I just figured by the “screen time is over” bc is what he left on her post… but I might be wrong idk 😬

harryfan3 wish I could see when those behind popgossip wake up and find out about all this lol

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yourinstagram GOOD MORNING nyc your wonderful wonderful city!! im so unbelievably excited for tonight!! my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend are playing madison square garden and i KNOW it’s going to be sosososo great!! let’s do this CMONNNN!! 

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harryfan1 im sooooo excited too!! harryfan3 so jealous! I wish I could go  lookitsnyoh SO EXCITED  harrystyles weren’t you supposed to let me know? 

↳ yourinstagram i was and i can explain why i didnt, but please don’t expose me like this??! ↳ harrystyles then reply to my texts??!  ↳ harrystyles please??! ↳ harrystyles and thank you??! x  ↳ ynrryfan i cant 😭😭😭

bestfriend text me back too !!!!!! 

↳ harryfan7 lmao not yn being called out by everyone  ↳ yourinstagram istg you are all so damn impatient  ↳ yourinstagram (but also yes!! I will!! im sorry!!)

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yourinstagram hi, hellooo!! posting twice in less than 12 hours I KNOW but jenny lewis is about to start anytime now and i just wanna say that everyone looks sooooo pretty tonight!! you always do but there seems to be something extra special tonight <3 got to film so many sweet people already, but if you see me walking by and you wanna be a part of this ultra mega secret lot project pls dont be afraid of letting me know! (im the one jumping around in this outfit — minus the flowers unfortunately) id love to film as many of you as i can!! okay lets go now CMON LETS DO THIS cant wait to dance to canyon moon tonight!!! 🕺

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harryfan1 does harry look pretty, too?  user1 girl you’ve come so far this is so beautiful to see  bestfriend so happy so jealous so sad so proud so emotional rn

↳ harryfan3 cant believe you havent gone to a show yet!! ↳ harryfan5 fr you should be there rn

harryfan7 THANK YOU I LOVED MEETING YOU TONIGHT THANK YOU THANK YOU  harrystyles count me in  

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City, NY. I

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harryfan1 im so so proud  harryfan2 best concert ever cant wait to do it all over again tomorrow  harryfan3 i miss you already harryfan4 LOOKING SO HOT OUTFIT IS ON FIRE 🔥  harryfan5 why is she never here lol

↳ harryfan7 i ask that myself every time lol

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PART 12 — (idk. to be completely honest, I’m not sure it will even happen)

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[spinchip]

i MUST hear your thoughts about glacier in the kotori-verse

well if you insist...

So it takes them a bit to get together because after coming back from the Never Realm, Zane is in Single Dad Mode. Transitioning Kotori from isolated palace life to like, regular girl middle school, is a lot of work! Making sure she's still a priority (and still FEELS like a priority) in his life while also balancing his duties as a ninja is also a lot of work. there's not much time to dedicate to a romantic relationship in a way that Zane feels he could sustain- he will NOT set kotori aside to pursue anything, and he doesn't feel right about potentially neglecting a romantic partner because of his responsibilities as a father. so, for the first few years post NR, he's not interested in dating at all.

...of course, whenever you say "I'm not interested in a relationship" is when a relationship finds you lol. I think Zane and Cole have been dancing around the idea of a Them for a while, and yes the NR incident puts a huge dent in their immediate future but it doesn't derail that train entirely. Cole knows what it's like to take care of a kid (Wu during hunted) and he knows it's a ton of dedication and time, so when Zane gives off those dad focused vibes Cole steps back and allows Zane and Kotori space to adjust. He does his best to help where he can and support the two in whatever way they need.

Kotori bonds with Cole extremely quickly. He loves music, and they connect a lot over his record collection! He introduces her to a lot of different bands and takes her out to concerts and he really encourages her talents and skills with different instruments. He goes to every band competition and talent show she performs in. Zane's pretty protective of Kotori, and Cole is the person he trusts most with her.

Despite how Zane is not looking for a relationship, he and Cole quickly resume their dance. He goes to Cole for advice and listens heavily to Coles thoughts on raising Kotori. Years after the NR, Cole comes to Zane with the idea of them becoming something more serious-

and Zane says no.

It's not that he doesn't Want Cole too, but... well, he's still not sure he can balance the two parts of his life. Kotori is only 16, she's still got a lot of life left and he wants to be present for every single second.

Cole can respect that, but he also owes it to himself to try because he's realized he Loves Zane. and he loves Kotori. So he suggests they try something casual- no titles, no hard commitment. just dating. and they can see where things go. if it doesn't work, that's okay- they can just go back to being friends and they can both move on knowing they at least tried. there won't be any what-ifs between them. (Besides, theyve basically been dating this whole time- just without the kissing and other stuff.)

Zane is open to that and, after talking to Kotori about how she would feel about him dating again, agrees to try. Nothing serious, just casual.

they are locked in within like 4 months. for lifers. Basically married. Zane quickly realizes that his fears with dating- that it will split his attention away from his daughter and cause him to stumble as a father- were all wrong. Being with cole only enhances his life with Kotori. things get way, way better.

the transition from single father to little family is basically seamless. Cole is already another Father to Kotori before he and Zane even begin dating. Now they've just made it more official.

Kotori is a little scared at first- she was Zane entire world when she was a kid, then she lost that single-minded devotion when they came back to Ninjago and Zane had other responsibilities to tend to- what happens if she loses even more of him to a romantic partner? But She also loves Cole a lot, and of anyone her dad could pursue he's the one she feels safest sharing her dad with.

Kotori also wants Zane to be happy. If Cole makes him happy, then she can be okay with losing him a little.

Just like Zane though, her fears are quickly proven unfounded. Cole brings a new love and warmth to the two of them and only makes their lives better. She never felt like she was missing something when it was just her and her dad, but gaining cole just makes that already content feeling more fulfilled.

fambily...

[araybiaaa]

Rafe/Sofia slight au alternative from your other writings where they’ve had sex. Maybe she has a hard time getting an orgasm and needs time to get pampered, and her previous partner did not care to give her any orgasms as he got bored after a few minutes or so, and if it was penetrative, it was done when he was done. So…she can count on one finger how many she’s had. When she tells Rafe this one night….he get’s pissed (at her ex) and decided to fully pamper her and spoil her, giving her several

❝ ravenous, r. cameron. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron x sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… multiple orgasms, edging, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, penetrative!sex, unprotected sex, praising, talks of orgasm delay, cuddling, post-coital snuggling, heartwarming, vulgarity, explicit sexual content, overstimulation.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… rafe’s frustrated when he learns that sofia’s ex never gave her an orgasm before.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… this was another one that’s been in my asks for a long time lol but i finally got around to it. didn’t follow this exactly like you asked but it’s still similar to what you wanted. i kindaaa got carried away 🫣 but i hope you enjoy;)

“wait what?” rafe questioned incredulously caught between bewilderment and frustration; pausing the movement of his hand that was brushing against the curve of her spine. he cranes his head, furrowing his brows as he looked down at her. “so you’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm before having sex with me?”

sofia shrugs, feeling a blush curl around her neck and color her cheeks. she lowers her eyes; almost abashed and chagrined at her admitted confession. “other than when i gave them to myself? not really,” she reminiscences on her relationship with her ex daniel — and how sex with him never left her fully satiated juxtaposed to how she feels whenever she has sex with rafe.

daniel wasn’t a reciprocal lover like rafe; where daniel vied for his own pleasure without any proper concern of assuring she had the same gratification; rafe always made sure to fill her to repletion — supplying her with at least two orgasms whenever they made love.

(he always sought out for her release first — he loved the way her face contorted in pleasure, how her fingernails bit roughly into his skin, how her swollen lips pleaded his name and her body writhed mercilessly beneath him. but even during those seldom times where he conceded first; he would persevere through his own virility, either finishing her off with his fingers or lapping her with his tongue.

he’s always been a giving lover, never once taking without reciprocating. because he’d be damned if he was deprived of feeling the wanton clench of her pussy gaping and stretching around his cock or hearing the lascivious sounds of their lovemaking ricocheting throughout the room.)

so it truly aghast him that someone would willingly deprive themselves of that same pleasure; that her ex didn’t obtain the same penchant that he did of making her cum when it was undoubtedly one of the best feelings ever. but it wasn’t just about making her cum either. for rafe, it was about the connection and the trust that was shared between them in a vulnerable and intimate moment. it was about making sure she knew that it was about her just as much as it was about him.

“i mean sometimes he tried, but he usually got bored if he didn’t feel me getting aroused or if he finished first.”

rafe shakes his head, feeling his anger accrue. what kind of amateur was daniel to conceded so defeatedly during foreplay? all it took for rafe was for him to press his thumb against the sensitive bud of her clit and sofia’s body would respond immediately with arousal slicking his fingers and her sweet musk invading his nostrils.

he knows that people respond differently to others touch, but it’s the simple fact that daniel didn’t even try to make sex enjoyable for sofia as it was for him that infuriated rafe.

“okay, no offense sof, but that guy was a fuckin’ loser. you guys were together for six months and he didn’t make you cum once?!” she bites on her lower lip, shrugging, bashfully and still shroud in deep chagrin.

rafe takes immediate heed of this and an idea piques his interest. “c’mere baby,” he avers softly, as he maneuvers himself to an upright position to where his back was now leaned against the headboard. sofia’s face furrows in an adorably confused frown as she sits up and perched herself onto his lap. his fingers stretch around her waist as he holds her body against his.

“baby, what’s—?” rafe leans forward and kisses her, swallowing down the remainder of her inquiry. she gasps softly into his mouth at the abruptness of his onslaught but melts into the embrace — reciprocating the softness of fervor that he’s pecking against her lips.

she moans breathily, feeling rafe’s tongue slide against her lips, begging for entrance that she immediately succumbs to. she could already feel her lips swelling from his ravenous kisses. air catches in her lungs, desperately pleading for them to part so she could catch her breath but she ignored the forewarning, continuing to indulge in the greediness of rafe’s lips.

“gonna make you cum,” he murmurs, slacking his jaw as he deepened the kiss. his fingers slide underneath the hem of the oversized t-shirt that she’s wearing and palms against her backside until he reaches her bra. he unhooks it with deft and greedy fingers; feeling the straps loosen around her shoulders and chest. “gonna make up for all the times you had to make yourself cum because of that fuckin’ loser!” he berates through bared teeth, tugging the loosened bra off of her body and absentmindedly tossing it aside somewhere onto their carpeted floor.

he reaches for her shirt, tugging it over her abdomen until she lifts her arms in the air and assists him as he continued to undress her. “rafe.” she keens softly, her body instinctively arching closer into his touch when he brushes his thumb over her flaccid nipple.

he slides his mouth over hers in a bruising kiss as he gently maneuvered her backwards onto the bed. he hovers atop of her, still thumbing against her nipple that becomes easily erect with her growing arousal. he groaned softly, murmuring a low expletive under his breath when he smelled the evidence of her arousal seeping in the air.

“fuck, you smell so good baby. i know you taste even better,” he coos, his warm breath ghosting against her lips.

sofia whimpers, feeling the slick of moisture gather between her legs and messily dampen the gusset of her underwear. she writhes against the mattress, feeling the carnality of her libido spur at his coquettish tease. rafe pries his mouth from hers — their lips retract with a resounding wet ‘pop’ that ricocheted throughout their bedroom as he began kissing down her abdomen.

sofia bites her lip, her pulse hastens with every delicate kiss that he imprints against the satin of her skin. “r-rafe,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as desperation claws at her skin. his lips continue their torturous feat until his mouth’s hovering over the waistband of her ruined underwear.

“look at you,” he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear — soddening through the fabric. “already so wet and ready for me.” he lowered himself between the crux of her legs, puckering his lips as he pampered love bites against the inside of her thighs. sofia’s body arches as she reaches a hand out, her fingers scratch against his scalp as she held a grip on rafe’s head attempting to direct his mouth where she needed him most.

“tell me what you want first. my tongue or my fingers?”

“both!” she huffs impatiently, feeling her vision fog as tears lined in her pupils. “i don’t care — just anything, baby. i need you,” rafe’s cock lurched at her proclamation. his body yearned for her touch too, desperate to be inside of her. but this was about pleasuring her and he had every intention of filling her to repletion to absolve of her ex’s foolish mistakes.

“okay. i got you.” he avows as he thumbs his fingers into the edges of her underwear and began to tug them down her hips. sofia levitates her hips slightly off of the bed, feeling the dexterity of rafe’s finger doff the useless fabric off of her body with the same disregard that he did with her bra and t-shirt.

shel laid there beneath him; bare and beautiful. her body lithe and open completely to him. she always playfully rolled her eyes and insisted against otherwise when he called her perfect — but rafe couldn’t think of another word that held the same weighted meaning that was befitting of her. she is perfect to him — every curve and marking on her body was sculpted to perfection. and he would spend the rest of his life praising his love and admiration of her until she realized it too.

rafe slowly dragged two fingertips through sofia’s wetness. the sudden pressure of being right where she needed him causes sofia to moan again as she arched closer into the sensation. she chases rafe’s fingers, angling her hips in hopes that he will heed the same attentiveness to her clit.

she reaches beside her, gripping the bedsheets between her fingers. a cry rips through her throat when rafe’s fingers find her clit, slowly rubbing against the sensitivity and spreading her wetness. “ay dios mios!” she whimpers, her breathing labors as she feels the pleasure shrouding through every crevice her body.

the delicious stretch of rafe’s fingers curling inside of her breaks the hazy fog clouding in sofia brain, but only brief in its attempts as her arousal addled mind takes over again. there was something about how rafe gently talks her through it, about the squelching noises her cunt makes as he thrusts his fingers into her, that sends her into a frenzy.

he slides his fingers out slowly, then alternates as he hastens the pace, dragging and curling to feel all of sofia around him. and when he hits that spot high along her front wall, sofia’s cunt spasms tightly around his fingers. she groans, her head falls back and her hips chases, guides, angles to encourage rafe’s fingers to find that sweet spot again. every time she thinks she’ll collapse entirely, her hips will thrust and her cunt will slide against rafe’s fingers and she’ll fall helplessly into that cloudy pleasure again.

“i’m close!” she sobs, biting so roughly on her lower lip that she could taste the pungent taste of blood stinting from the bruise. rafe nods, feeling the chasm of her cunt suctioning his fingers.

“i know. cum for me. cum on my fingers,” sofia’s body seizes, her toes curl and back arches. she chokes on something incoherent that’s caught between his name and a loud curse. she moans when her cunt tightens further around his fingers, suctioning them as she takes him even deeper. “yeah. that’s it. just like that, sof.” she cums messily on his fingers, which had began to ache from their curled position. but he disregards that pain as he hollows his cheeks and sucks sofia’s taste off of his fingers. sofia gasps as she falls against the bed, attempting to catch her breath.

she’s dripping a mess on the sheets and between her thighs. perspiration is slick against her flushed skin and her eyes are dazed. the sight of her has rafe salivating. he diverts himself to clean up some of the slick along her thighs. “wanna taste you,” he murmurs, his eyes wander up and meets her bleary gaze.

sofia’s too labored to respond with anything but a whimper. rafe takes that as an incentive to proceed.

he kisses up her body, pressing small kisses against her hipbones before delving into her. he starts of slow and thorough — diligent and precise in his tonguing as he traced along the shape of her and explored every slippery crevice. he sucks her clit into his mouth and hears the high keen of pleasure ringing through his ears as she croons a breathy, “rafe!” into the air.

he presses the flat of his tongue against her clit; feeling a combination of sofia’s wetness and his saliva drip messily down his chin. he teases her lightly with his teeth, nipping softly at the sensitive flesh and then licked his tongue up her vulva again. he’s temporarily deprived of air with how far his nose is pressed into her clit. but he manages for a while, long enough to hear sofia’s moan taper off into a whimper before she breaks for air, gasping and light headed. she grinds against his face, pushing him so deep that he’s suffocated in the swelter of her cunt.

“fuck—rafe—oh my god!” she exclaims, wheezing around a string of curses. rafe works her through it, groaning as the taste of sofia’s second orgasm spills into his mouth. only once her body deflates entirely, with the aftershocks of two orgasms back to back finally fading does he finally withdraw.

he leans up to kiss her, messily intertwining their tongues, allowing the tangy taste of her cum to pass between them. he reaches a hand between them and languidly teases his thumb against her clit again. she whimpers softly against his lips feeling a shiver roll down her spine.

she was wrecked.

she’s cum twice before, but never to this extent and never consecutively like this before. it’s always been in intervals with rafe talking her through every one. now her body felt completely boneless as he exceeded her beyond her boundaries. her breathing was rugged, legs sore, but when she felt the tease of his fingers, her cunt throbbed for more of him despite her body’s languidness.

“you’re wet again.” rafe whispers, feeling her instinctively squeeze around his finger. she nods tersely, biting on his lip when she idly thrusts her hips against the friction. this time his ministrations were deliberately slow, teasing in their feat. he flexes his fingers, stretching her completely open again until her cunt swallows his fingers.

“i love making you cum. love seeing how you take my fingers like this, baby.” he slides against the sensitive flesh hearing her exhale another soft whine. she reaches her hand out, curling her shaky fingers around his wrist — attempting for a moment’s reprieve to but rafe’s reflexes are quicker than hers.

“rafe, i can’t—”

he kisses her pouty lips, “yes you can baby. you’ve been doing so good for me, sof. just one more, okay? i got you.”

she nods tiredly, still chafing against the thickness of his soaked fingers. with the twist of his wrist, rafe sinks his entire finger in, thumbing across her clit. it’s still swollen and sensitive from earlier and easy to locate though sofia is wet enough that it takes rafe a moment to get the angle right so that she receives the full friction that she craves.

rafe withdraws slowly, pushing back in with another finger that slips in just as easily as the first did. he watches as his fingers drench messily every time he retracts from her, at how tight she stretches around him. “you want me to keep using my fingers or do you want to finish with me inside you?” he asks hoarsely.

“you,” she whimpers, her chin trembling as tears fell freely from her eyes. “want you inside of me.”

rafe tugs off his briefs, flinging them aside onto the floor along with the forgotten pile of her clothing. he reaches between his legs and firms a grip on his cock that’s painstakingly erect and aching against his thigh. he grabs ahold of sofia’s calf, gently pulling her closer to him while he slicked his precum around his cock with the other. instead of immediately burying himself in the tightness of her sweltering quim he laps himself around the slickness of her folds.

“you’re so wet for me, baby." he murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock, leaving a residue of her arousal slicking him every time he withdraws. he rubbed his head against her swollen clitoris, through her labia and against her entrance. she draws out another loud moan, her head falls back against the pillow as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen. he watches in awe, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy lips and how they lap against him. “that feel good?” he teases, though feeling his own reserve crumbling with every thrust she laps around him.

“yes!” she nods vigorously, her face slack in pleasure.

“yeah?” he teases his tip more firmly against her clit; holding himself there as he rolled his hips into her, watching how the direct and consistent stimulation filled her with pleasure.

he was unraveling her — pushing her beyond her precipice.

it was overwhelming but also felt too good for her to cease the delicious feeling that he’s providing her with. and she’s so distracted by the pleasure that she doesn’t realize he was slowly burying himself inside of her until he rolls his hips against hers and she feels the delicious of stretch of him stuffing her full of his cock. she gasps, blinking through her tears as a breathy, “oh!” falls off of her lips.

his fingers hold her by the waist as he continues his penetration; his eyes never waver from the concentration as he watched her pussy gape around the shape of his cock. he’s curled so deep into her that she feels him pressed against her sternum. she looks beautiful like this with her flushed skin, tits sitting high on her chest with her nipples erected, cunt glistening and swollen from his intrusion. his cock twitches at the debaunched sight of her.

when he’s seated fully inside of her, he leans forward and catches her mouth in another searing kiss as he allows them both a moment’s adjustment. the first thrust is agonizingly slow, he oscillates his hips and revels at the responsive flutter that she gives.

“you’re perfect, baby.” he murmurs, already delirious when he hasn’t even been inside of her for more than a minute. he brushes his pelvis against hers, grinding the base of his cock against her clit. he shivers when she pistons a full body roll, arching so far against him that her cunt suctions his cock back inside of her without resistance. rafe holds her there, hefting her leg higher over his hip so that angle goes deeper. she whimpers, her hands shaking as they seek purchase on his back. “so fuckin’ perfect.” he says, sliding his tongue against hers as he pulls her in for another kiss.

it’s a catch and release of his cock as he fills and extracts from inside of her slick warmth. every penetration feels deeper and better than the last and she feels so dizzy into it that she can feel herself getting lightheaded.

he feels her squeezing around his cock again; a tell that she was on the edge of her third orgasm. “come on baby… cum again for me. i know you can.” he rolls his hips up into her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt against the mattress. sofia arches into every penetration that rafe implements, feeling him deep in her bones. their skin is slick with sweat and other fluids and slaps wetly against each others as he hastens his efforts, fucking her hard and deep against the mattress that it squeaks and complains at the exertion. he fucks one deep, lingering stroke into her, feeling sofia’s body tremble beneath him.

her thighs squeeze around the head of his cock as she cums again; releasing an orgasm that felt more visceral than the last two. she’s shivering, her mouth hanging agape, hands still clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums. rafe grunts, continuing to fuck her through the aftershocks milking her boneless as he whispered soft praises into her ear. “fuck, sof. you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. so tight and wet. and you keep cuming for me like a good girl. i knew you could do it, baby. all you needed was a little help, yeah?” she whimpers again, nodding at his soft coos.

his orgasm follows almost immediately after hers, the pleasure licks up his spine and tightens in his balls as the white fluid spills from his cock. he falls against her with a groan, his forehead smoldering as he tucks his face against her shoulder. sofia lays there completely spent and fully satiated than she’s ever felt. she flutters her eyes, still disoriented and boneless from the exertion. when rafe sluggishly alleviates the weight of his body off of her and begins pressing kisses against her skin, she stirs and watched as he found himself buried at the crux of her thighs yet again.

“i know you’re tired but me clean you up then i promise we’re done.” it’s a lewd sight before him; her cunt swollen from his unrelenting onslaught with strings of their bodily fluids slipping down her thighs. he can taste her pleasure as it melts out of her cunt and runs down her thighs into his mouth. he laps up the tanginess, swallowing and cleaning the remnants of their cum.

she shudders when his mouth puckers and suckles at her clit for longer than she can bear, just enough for the stimulation to begin to tip into sharp, overstimulating pain and pleasure, blending together. he continues his ravenous feat — tonguing every inch of her cunt until it finally becomes too much and she has to push his head away to gather her bearings. “you okay?” he asks, crawling up the mattress towards her with his chest heaving.

“that was…” she exhaled a trembling breath, running a hand through her disheveled hair. “i didn’t know i could cum that many times.”

rafe chuckled, sprawling himself down on the bed beside her. “you just needed the right person to show you how you should be treated.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. his cock and body were sore and he was completely depleted of energy, but every ache that burned in his bones was completely worth it knowing that he gave sofia the satisfaction that she’d been deprived of.

[chelseeebe]

would that i

18+. mdni. smut!! tommy hagan is mean and there is slight homophobic language! no use of y/n!

part two to this fic! can probably be read on it’s own but p1 will help you understand things!

would that i - hozier because i think steve used tommy as a scapegoat for never being himself and now he doesn’t have to <3

HIHI! i’ve been away for a little while and i apologise tremendously! this is a part two which seems completely out of left field but i found it half-finished and really liked it!! i’m hoping to start posting this multi-part eddie fic i have been working on but i want at least a couple parts solidly finished beforehand because i know exactly what i’m like lol

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as to be expected, tommy has no interest in steve. three years of friendship washed down the drain for no good reason. on reflection, steve doesn’t really count what tommy and he had as true friendship, they were just using each other.

he was too terrified to be alone while tommy saw that and took full advantage, milking his credit card along the way. 

he’s got you now, he supposes. finding solace in your house, away from the judgemental glares and snickering whispers of his teammates and friends. 

robin seems to be warming up to the idea of having him as a constant presence in your house, though it’s slow and longwinded. steve had found that she was nothing like tommy, she couldn’t be bought with pizza or gifts but not with lack of trying. 

you sit now on the couch, your head in some book with your legs strewn over his lap as the tv plays sunset avenue loudly. he’d never take someone like robin as an avid soap opera watcher, but then again, he shouldn’t be either. 

“donna should’ve left him years ago,” steve adds, a comment that was supposed to stay tucked away in his mind. 

you look up slowly, robin’s head turns, confusion plastered across your faces. 

“what?” you laugh, placing the book down on your lap. 

he just shrugs, eyes darting between both pairs of baffled eyes, “david’s an asshole.. she should’ve left.” 

“no no, i got that, i’m just- you watch this crap?” 

he shrugs again, “yeah,” finding great pleasure in the way he had finally gotten robin to crack a smile, “my mom used to watch it.. what’s the big deal?” 

you look to robin, a knowing smirk on your lips before picking up your book again. 

robin just grins, “oh steve harrington, i think we might just be friends.” 

and thus, a weekly tradition was born. 

he and robin would settle in for their fill of second-rate acting every tuesday at eight on the dot. 

he lets her know that her opinions are trash and she kindly tells him to fuck off back to the barn he was born in. they were two peas in a pod really. 

steve appreciates the newfound friendship. it’s comforting in ways no one else had ever been. he just hopes robin sees it that way too, he’d had his fill of one-sided friendships to last a lifetime. 

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steve hadn’t really left your side since the night he tumbled down your staircase and proceeded to confess, rather terribly, that he was practically in love with you. 

he doesn’t mind, he likes spending time with someone who actually likes him for once. 

even now, as steve attempts to settle down for the night, you’re restless, sat at your vanity rooting through your makeup. 

“so i’ve been thinking,” you did a lot of that, most of it nonsensical. 

“hmm?” quirking his brow, always a little worried for what was about to blurt out. 

“i think you should let me put eyeliner on you,” spinning around to face him with a maniacal grin, the pencil already poised in your hand. 

there was one outcome here, and it absolutely involved you jabbing a pencil into his eye. 

“do i get a choice?” he asks naively, knowing the answer was certainly a no. 

you shake your head, smile stretching from ear to ear, gesturing for him to scoot back. eddie wore eyeliner, and those guys on your posters. is that why you wanted him to? to be more like them?

steve swallows that thought, pummels it down until it’s but a quiet whisper. he liked you for you, surely you felt the same. 

“if you really don’t want me to, i won’t,” sensing his apprehension, you were pushy and stubborn but not cruel. 

he blinks, who would ever see? maybe you’d tell robin, but she certainly wouldn’t care, in fact, she’d probably think he were cooler. “i wanna make you happy,” smiling softly, “and if putting eyeliner on is what makes you happy then.. do it.” 

your eyes light up, coming to stand between his knees, “you’re sure?”

steve nods his head, lying back on your bed as you get up to straddle his waist, black kohl pencil in hand. 

your thumb delicately holds the skin down, allowing the pencil to line his waterline. it stings for a second, an unfamiliar feeling of a pencil jabbing his eye. 

“babe ow,” exaggerating greatly. truthfully, he enjoyed the attention, the focused look on your face as your tongue peeks out in concentration. 

“shut up,” moving onto his other eye without much warning, his right eye blinking rapidly. “okay,” you smile, “sit up.”

he does as he’s asked, like always. holding onto your hips as he shuffles, keeping you steady on his lap. 

“oh my god,” gasping once his eyes meet yours fully, “oh my fucking god,” swooning over his forced makeover. 

“you like it?” he asks innocently, none the wiser to how he actually looked. 

your hands grab his cheeks, shifting on his thighs with excitement, “i love it,” gazing deep into his soul, “i just wanna kiss you.” 

the side of his mouth quirks, snaking his arms around your waist, “you can always do that.” 

“i know,” gladly connecting your lips, a softer appreciation for the intimacy you got to share now. nothing felt rushed or scary, you were able to enjoy each other without fear of getting caught. 

he keeps your body pulled tight to his, laying you back onto the mattress as he crawls on top, his hands sliding underneath your shirt. steve hadn’t realised how much he appreciated having sex in a bed and not his cramped car. 

your fingers brush the falling tendrils back from his face, interwoven into his hair with such tender loving care that it sends shivers down his spine. 

they hover over his scalp, tracing gentle patterns to the sensitive skin, “you’re so handsome,” mumbling into his mouth, “i can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” lifting your back from the mattress to allow him the space to tug your sweatpants down. 

“it should be me saying all that,” steve marvels, admiring the curve of your hips, the way your thighs fit him so perfectly between them. “you’re too good f’me,” saying so earnestly, he should be thanking the gods you ever looked at him twice. 

“stop it,” you hush, interlocking your lips once more in a bid to stop him rambling on and ruining the moment. 

steve sighs faintly, ridding himself of his shirt, giving you free reign of the delicate skin of his neck you loved so much. your lips find it first, peppering short kisses in the crook between his neck and collarbone, only for your teeth to graze the skin soon after. 

he enjoyed seeing your mark on him, violet and maroon splotch’s that meant he was yours. 

his hips grind down mindlessly, rutting desperately against your soft thigh. 

“we have to be quiet,” you mutter into his collarbone, cradling the back of his head in your hands, the feel of your thigh brushes against his ribcage as you shift beneath him. 

“i know,” he breathes, fumbling with his boxers in a desperate attempt to tug them down and feel you.  

“fuck,” almost growling as you bite down onto your bottom lip, “i can’t stop looking at you,” admiring his focused expression, the charcoal lines you’d painted below his eyes. 

“don’t,” fisting his cock, gliding his piece between your slick folds, “keep your eyes on me, darling,” nudging inside, his leaking tip just barely sinking into your cunt before you’re clawing desperately at his clammy neck, gasping into his ear. 

“sh-shit,” speaking in shuddered breaths, praying you won’t wake robin next door. on occasions, he missed the backseat of his bmw, for this very reason. 

he hadn’t heard you so loudly in months, the filthy, x-rated shit you used to growl only came out in whispers now. alas, his back had finally recovered after those weeks of trying to manoeuvre around the tiny backseat of his car and the faint scent of sex had faded. 

your delicate fingers stroke his jaw, panting in succession with his hips. he can see the exact moment the idea springs into your mind, moving your thumb to the plump skin of his bottom lip, itching for him to catch on. 

steve does, always one to please, you especially so. taking your thumb between his lips to suck gently on the digit, he can feel you practically convulse in response. clenching around him, keeping him so tightly wound inside you. 

“holy fuck,” releasing the most animalistic growl alongside your wretched smirk, ogling his face, tracing the curve of his lips with hooded eyes. 

taking his sweet, sweet time tonight, hips rocking at a astonishingly slow pace, hoping to keep you concealing your sweet moans for just a little bit longer. 

adoring the way you keep your eyes trained on him, humming in appreciation when his tongue dances around your thumb. 

your other hand brings his face closer, sliding your thumb down his plump bottom lip to replace it with your lips instead. groaning into his mouth when his hips still and his tongue runs the length of your bottom lip. 

messy and slow, just the way steve liked it. he wasn’t opposed to the hard and fast dynamic you shared either, but this way he could truly feel you, admire your curves and your warmth as it deserved. 

“can’t believe you’re mine,” he grumbles through shared kisses, fingers groping at your doughy hip.

the bed frame creaks as he moves again, disregarding how obvious the sound was to stay in this very moment. he wants to swallow you whole, sucking and nibbling ravenously at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. a safe haven for him to whine loudly. 

“ohh yeah, fuck- all yours,” reassuring him of what he already knew. 

steve shifts your legs, pressing down gently on the backs of your knees to allow himself further, deeper even. your eyes rolling into the back of your head when his cock nestles into your sweet spot. 

“shit baby, feels so fucking good,” murmuring through gritted teeth, his pace faltering as you rut back against him. 

he feels so obscenely close to you, connected in such a way that’ll leave your souls entwined forever. 

you’re close, steve can feel that much. no need for desperate gasps when you made it so obvious every time. you become accustomed to a person’s body when you spend every waking moment with them. 

“give it to me honey,” he pleads, unrelenting with his strokes, desperate for you to come undone beneath him before he lost it all completely. 

your whines become frenzied mewls, panting and sighing into his neck. 

steve’s arms tremble, succumbing to his own climax, especially when your thighs spur him on, entrapping him inside, your cunt clenching, tumbling over the edge with a chorus of pleas and utterances of his names. 

“ohh yeah- oh fuck yeah,” pumping thick ropes of cum into your hole, a decision he’d probably come back to regret. that didn’t matter now, not with you so placid underneath him, clutching onto his damp skin like you’d never let him go. 

he all but collapses, chest to chest, both heaving against one another. you sigh wearily, running your fingers along his shoulder, right up to his cheek, “i don’t think we were very quiet,” chuckling into the warm air. 

he shakes his head, “that’s your fault,” brushing the wisps of hair from your sticky forehead, admiring your spent state. 

“i love you, steve,” saying it aloud for the first time, exasperated but wholly true nonetheless. 

steve chokes on his tongue, the words had laid dormant for months now, only they fail to form at the most crucial time. dumbfounded by your admission as if it weren’t obvious. 

he coughs up a reply, cradling your jaw in his palm, “i love you too.. i really do,” slow brushes of his thumb on your skin, proving his full adoration of you. 

your smile causes his heart to thump, “i know.. but you gotta get off me so i can shower,” gently pushing his dead weight away, rolling out from underneath. 

his heart full of love and affection, you were everything to him and you hadn’t a clue. 

-

steve awakens to your alarm blaring, the weight of your body keeping him anchored to the bed. he peers over your lifeless body to the clock, 7:32 it reads. 

fuck. 

he was late. 

he peels your arm from his side, rolling out of bed to slam his fist on the frankly grating clock. you grumble in response, reaching your arm out for his hand, “don’t go,” murmuring into the pillow as you come around. 

“honey, i’m late,” he coos, pulling his sweatpants on, the remnants of your makeover smeared all over the pillow. “i’ll see you later, okay?” leaning over to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, receiving nothing but a soft hum in response. 

he hadn’t thought any more of his face until he busted through the locker room doors, receiving ten-fold the usual stares he’d get. 

they all snicker amongst themselves, elbowing one another as his heart sinks to his ass. dating you was one thing, wearing makeup was an entirely different thing. 

steve wants to die, far more than he usually does at this time of day. shoving himself into the far corner in hopes that they’d leave him alone enough to allow him to scrub at it. 

“are you wearing eyeliner?” jason perks up, grimacing right in his face. never subtle nor ever caring to be. 

steve shakes his head, his fingers trembling as he drops his bag on the bench, wondering if it’d be easier to just sprint out of here before tommy clocks on. 

too fucking late. 

tommy rounds the corner just as he takes off his shirt, a littering of violet markings scattered across his neck and collarbones. in any other circumstance, he’d show them off, be proud to be claimed by you. 

but not now. not as tommy whistles, scoffing to himself, “holy shit, what’re you fucking a vampire or somethin’?” the quip leaving his lips before he has time to spot the dark rings around his eyes. 

“fuck off,” steve retorts, pulling his jersey over his mop of hair, he’d had no time to style it this morning, treasuring his time with you instead. 

“you wearing makeup?” tommy punches his shoulder, far heavier than steve could brush off as just playful banter, “my god, steve.. she’s turned you into a fucking queer,” his words snide and venomous. 

a tongue so heavy and harsh, steve was genuinely surprised that that was the worst he’d said. 

though it doesn’t lessen the sting, watching the locker room erupt into laughter at his expense. 

tommy doesn’t deserve a reaction, knowing full well that any retaliation would end in a bloody nose and a busted lip. 

everything was new to steve, being the laughed-at rather than the laugher. now he understands why eddie hated him, why robin wasn’t interested in friendship or why people seemed to turn the other way when he was coming. 

it’s dreadful, the whirling nausea in his stomach and the flaming hot feel of his cheeks. nothing could’ve ever prepared him for being on the receiving end of tommy’s abuse. 

he barges past, desperate to just get their mandated practice over with and get the hell away from them all. 

he hadn’t understood it until now, how scared he must have made people feel, how dreadful he must have made their lives- your life. 

and eddie’s. 

steve didn’t deserve you at all, nor the kindness of your friends or your forgiveness for that matter. you deserved better, someone who wouldn’t get uneasy over eyeliner or kept you a secret for the first three months of your relationship. 

steve knows now that he wasn’t ashamed of you, he was scared. 

scared of tommy and his poisonous tongue, his teammates beady, judgemental eyes that saw him- saw you- as less than. 

he can’t face you tonight, unworthy of your warm bed and gentle embrace. questioning whether he had the gall to ever face you again. 

-

music thumps from below, showing no signs of stopping. a few months ago steve would have been right down there with them all, probably letting his mind wander back to you, just like it was doing now. 

he doesn’t like being here much anymore, the boys were too loud, too boisterous for steve to settle properly. the smell of stale beer and shoddily rolled joints lingered in every room, miles apart from your cluttered yet tidy house

he misses your bed, with the clean blankets and the fresh sage and lavender you kept in vases around your room. 

he misses you. 

screw it. 

if he wasn’t going to sleep well here, he might as well go back to where he belongs. shoving clothes into his bag without a second thought, he practically lived with you anyway, his own drawer full of clothes and other random shit he’d accrued. 

the clock reads 1:31, you’d probably be asleep but he’ll try his luck either way, the spare key tucked under the doormat if you really didn’t answer. 

sliding down the stairs and out of the door before anyone could notice him and poke fun at his co-dependency issues. 

it was only a short walk to your place, one he’d done a thousand times by now. passing other students just getting back from the bar or the library, paying him no mind, not like they used to. 

steve prefers it this way, without the notoriety that came with being tommy’s lapdog. 

tommy upset a lot of people, so in their eyes, steve also upset a lot of people. 

he supposes that’s fair, he’d never tried to intervene or stop tommy’s behaviour, a willing participant just by being there. 

he’d got his comeuppance though, what with being shunned by his basketball teammates and now becoming bullied as opposed to the bully. 

fortunately, there’s no time to stew on what his karmic punishment may be, sidling up the cracked path to your front door in record time. 

much to his surprise your light is on upstairs, a faint orange glow from behind the curtain. it settled his raging heart to know you were only seconds away. 

rapping his knuckles lightly against the door, hoping he’ll catch your attention and not robin’s. he could pelt pebbles at your window he supposes, truly old school romance. but he’s not sure how much you’ll appreciate that. 

the thought is futile anyway, he can hear your feet shuffle and creep down the stairs, flickering the lights on as you go. 

inching the door open to peer out, not expecting steve on the other side, “steve? what’re you doing here?” though you don’t sound angry, or even slightly annoyed for that matter. you look relieved that he’s here, after what was clearly a restless night for you too. 

“sorry, i tried.. i missed you too much,” pathetically shrugging his shoulders, “-is that my shirt?” knowing full well that it was. 

your head dips, becoming immediately bashful, “yeah, i missed you, i’m sorry,” pulling at the worn hem, weary eyed and full of sleep. “come in, it’s cold,” tugging him inside by the hand and locking the door behind him.

steve glances up the stairs, he knows the drill by now. traipsing after you like a little lost dog, he can’t help but let his eyes trail down to your thighs, his favourite tattoo of yours, a snake that wrapped around your leg peeks out from under his shirt. 

“and my boxers?” reaching out to brush his hand over your thigh, resisting the urge to pinch and grope like he really wanted. 

“sorry,” flashing a smile over your shoulder, “i told you i missed you,” hushed whispers as you pass robin’s room, her soft snores heard from the hallway. 

“stop saying sorry, i like it,” he mutters, clicking the door closed. back in his domicile, a wave of comfort washing over him immediately. 

“then good,” cradling his cold cheeks, “i’m glad you like it,” placing a soft, docile kiss on his lips,  clutching onto his hip, desperate to keep him close after a torturous twelve hours apart. 

steve hums in appreciation, relishing in the moment, wafts of coconut from your shampoo fill his nose as his chin settles on your head. 

“i don’t think i like sleeping without you anymore,” he’s laughing but he’s deadly serious, he felt empty without you, like a piece of himself was missing. 

there’d never been a time that steve had thought he’d become one of those unhealthy co-dependent people, but now he understands it completely. wanting to share your company constantly, missing your adoring touch and sarcastic jokes at his expense. 

“mhm, you don’t have to,” swaying in the low light, where the edges of you are a little fuzzy but his brain is still too amped up to sleep. 

“did i wake you up?” steve asks, lingering hands on your back before breaking apart. 

you shake your head no, kicking your obnoxiously cliche bunny slippers off under the bed, “i couldn’t sleep.. something was missing but i’m not sure what,” cracking a smile, tucking yourself into the soft blankets. 

ridding himself of his sweatshirt and jeans before crawling on in, right next to you. at peace once more, fatigue seeping through his veins. 

“how was your day?” he asks, settling in to his rightful space. 

your eyes roll back, “same old.. i passed that report i was worried about though, what about you? you look exhausted,” jutting out your bottom lip. 

steve mumbles some half-assed response, something about a long day and being tired but you’re too wise to his tricks, tilting your head when he doesn’t answer your question. 

“what happened?” settling into the bed next to him, “was it tommy again?” pulling the blanket tight around your shoulders, peeking inquisitively over the pillow. 

steve hums, staring at the ceiling, “i forgot to take that makeup off last night,” shrugging, because to most it wasn’t a big deal but people like tommy and jason aren’t in the 90s like the rest of humanity. 

“and they had a problem with that?” you ask, rather naively, because what other reaction would they have? 

“mhm,” he nods, swallowing his hurt, “tommy said some shit.. brought you up, it’s just- stupid, they’re stupid,” not seeing the need to repeat what he had said verbatim but hopefully saying enough for you to understand. 

he can’t see you though he can hear the blanket ruffle, “what’d he say?” 

steve doesn’t want to repeat it. he’s said some stupid things throughout high school but that wasn’t him anymore. 

“he.. he called me a- babe i don’t- i’m not saying it,” turning to face you, pleading with you to understand. “he said you made me.. gay, alright?” 

your brow knits together, doubtful that it were just annoyance and not pure wrath, “what a fucking-,” stopping yourself from saying anything else, that wasn’t the intention, “did it upset you?”

steve contemplates for a second, truthfully, he hadn’t really been able to really articulate his feelings. he wasn’t upset that he’d been called that, more so upset that someone he once called a friend could think so little of him over eyeliner. 

“i don’t know.. i’m not gay- i mean, i don’t have any problem with it, it’s just-,” he sighs, struggling to find the right words, “i dunno, he just said it so.. so angrily.. like it’d be the worst thing in the world if i was.” 

you exhale, not meeting his eye, “tommy’s just.. jealous, he’s intimidated by anyone that isn’t like him,” a concentrated look settles on your face, “he doesn’t have a job or a girlfriend, i mean, he’s barely gonna graduate.. it’s no surprise he’s pissed off that you’ve grown up without him.” 

it’s undeniably the truth, and yet it still hurts. 

this stemmed from tommy’s inability to grow up, and his raging jealousy towards anyone who was actually comfortable enough to be themselves. steve knows what tommy said to you, visiting the bar where you work just to try and get into your pants behind his back. 

he doesn’t hate you, he hates that you don’t care what he thinks of you. and neither does steve. anymore at least. 

“you’re really good at this,” he snickers, reaching over to stroke your cheek, “i don’t say it enough but i really appreciate you.” 

your smile creeps onto your lips, eyes creasing as it grows, “you say it, don’t worry,” leaning into his soft hand, “or you show me, at least,” feeling your smirk against his palm. 

“oh yeah? how do i do that then?” letting his own lips quirk up. 

“hmm lots of ways,” dismissing him with a shake of the head, “like when you kiss my head every morning before you leave orrr..” failing to turn this conversation around, “when you make me cum three times before even thinking about yourself.”

that was honestly just his duty as your boyfriend, your pleasure is paramount and seeing your eyes roll back and your thighs start to tremble meant the world. 

his chuckle bellows, louder than intended. “i’ll always make sure you cum first, don’t worry,” gaze flickering back to the ceiling, contemplating his next words. “even when we’re old and gray,” he’d been thinking it for a while, you deserved to know too. 

“oh?” yawning through your words, “are we going to get old and gray together then?” as if it weren’t a certainty. 

steve hums, unsure of how much detail to divulge, “oh yeah, i’ve got this all planned out,” his tongue clicks against his teeth, “you just have to agree.” 

you laugh sleepily, talking into the soft pillow at this point, “and you think you’re gonna tie me down?” 

he pauses again, “hmm no, i know i’m gonna marry you,” waiting for your reaction to his outlandish claim, though it doesn’t come. 

steve looks over, finding your eyes pressed shut and your mouth slightly open, soft snores floating out and into your room. 

“goodnight then,” reaching over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before flicking the lamp off and settling in. 

he would die a happy man if he got to talk nonsense with you for even one more night. 

-

eddie was hesitant to invite steve, it was his birthday after all. he understood, it’d take a while to earn his trust and respect, that was fair. 

but you were insistent, pestering eddie until he crumbled and said steve could join you all at the bar. so long as he was nice and didn’t bring any trouble. 

easy enough. 

steve keeps with you mostly, trailing around after you like a lost puppy dog. fetching drinks and accompanying you to and from the bathroom. fulfilling any and all boyfriend duties. 

“i’m just going to get another drink,” standing from the booth to shuffle over his legs, “stay here, i won’t be long,” patting his shoulder rather patronisingly. 

oh no. 

robin was in the bathroom, you were going and the two guys that eddie had arrived with were in a heated game of pool inside. leaving him no choice but to talk to him. 

“you’ll be okay, won’t you?” already walking off, leaving him with really no other option but to make awkward small talk with eddie. 

steve can sense how painfully awkward this was about to be, neither of them wanting to acknowledge the other without you here to mediate. 

no doubt some cunning plan of yours to get them talking. 

he determines that being the one to break the silence is the better move, clearing his throat before speaking, “so.. you having a nice birthday?”

“mhm,” short and curt, exactly as he expected. “i’m glad..” clearly struggling to be nice, “glad you could come,” his eyes flicker to the stone floor, “you’re not so bad, actually.” 

wow. 

steve almost falls out of his chair. 

he doesn’t know what to say, eddie had never been so polite, “th-thank you,” eddie already thought of steve as a loser, he didn’t need to make it any worse. 

eddie offers his cigarette carton out to steve, an olivia branch of peace or something. at least that was how steve saw it. it’d be rude not to take one. 

“thanks,” he hums, lighting the cigarette himself before offering his lighter out. 

it’s peaceful, and far less awkward than it had been just twenty minutes ago. maybe they could be friends, they had a common interest after all. 

“you know i used to overcharge you for weed, right?” eddie chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette, narrowed eyes focused on steve.

he just sighs because yes, you had explained in great detail that thirty dollars was nowhere near the correct price for a gram of weed. “yeah.. she told me,” smiling back through his embarrassment. 

“sorry dude,” he shrugs, though it sounds completely insincere, “but you deserved it,” stubbing out the embers of his cigarette. 

“yeah, that’s fair,” he’d done far worse, he’s sure. 

just as they collapse into laughter, you and robin swan back through the door, carrying a tray of what looked like tequila. 

“absolutely not,” eddie cries out, watching robin grin as you hand them out. 

“it’s your birthday! don’t be so bor-“ interrupted as the door swings open again, a chorus of voices steve unfortunately recognised following suit. 

tommy, and his new lackeys stumble in, catching sight of your little party immediately. 

“this is sweet,” he mocks, “where was my invite, stevie? i thought we were best friends!” his tone patronising and his eyes narrow and dark, just as they were in the locker room. 

steve doesnt meet his eye, his didn’t deserve that respect. “we should go..” finding your infuriated gaze instead, noticing your clenched jaw. 

this wasn’t a fight worth having. 

tommy’d win whatever happened. 

“leaving so soon? but we just got here!” sneering at your silenced group, “c’mon man, where’s your hospitality?” swaggering over to the table, an overbearing grin that steve wants to wipe right off of his face. 

he won’t. of course. 

this is eddie’s birthday and tommy’s thoughtless stunts won’t get in the way of him becoming friends with your friends. 

but eddie’s up before steve can do anything about it, fist drawn back until it quickly meets tommy’s nose, a loud crack and a guttural groan follows. 

tommy grabs his nose, only to pull it back stained red, “what the fuck man!” staggering backwards like he didn’t deserve that and worse. 

eddie turns, entirely unfazed by his actions, “i think we should go home,” finding each of your eyes. he didn’t look ashamed, or even slightly concerned about the blossoming bruises on his knuckles, instead, he was proud. 

steve can’t sling his arm around him fast enough, stumbling out of the bar in sheer shock that that had really just happened. someone had finally shown tommy hagan up. 

“thanks man,” steve mutters into his ear, watching as you and robin attempt to hail a cab. 

eddie claps his hand against steve’s back, shaking his head slightly, “that wasn’t just for you,” his eyes trained on your back, “but her too.” 

their shared affection for you had been their means to come together, steve can recognise that eddie only ever wanted what was best for you. and now he thinks that eddie might just see that he was worthy enough to be that.

[11vein]

hii just wanna say that ur art is so so pretty and so so cute... ^_^ i absolutely love the way u shade and color its so mesmerizing to me

while we're on the topic how do you pick out your colors? especially when theres complicated lighting or effects (affects? idk) if that makes sense.. i love coloring and shading my art but it always finds a way to kick my ass lmaoo

anyways ur work is so awesome and definitely a huge inspiration to me ^_^ have a good day/night whenever ur reading this

THANK YOUUUU!!! you know what. I will not gatekeep any longer and reveal my secrets............... The Secret Is!!!!!!!!!!! um,

its just gradient maps and photoshop camera raw tbh... OBV LIKE. i know color theory a little but more i honestly really rely on post processing more than anything. while im an artist and i love doing art im.... i'm just really good at bullshitting LMAO i'm better at little tricks to get to the finished product than like. being actually knowledgeable and practicing things..... which i should do more. I need to do more studies when i have time.... there's no harm in shortcuts or references or tricks and i've learned to not be ashamed of it!! (obviously, this is not referring to generative image AI or directly tracing/stealing from other creators i need to be clear) end product- creating cool visuals/scenes is what is my passion for art has really come to in the past few years and while it's made me, sadly, a very ambitious perfectionist (the worst combo), it's the most fun i have with art!

anyway. i actually made a bullshitting tutorial for some friends who wanted to know my process for my more quicker art pieces last year and so i will now present it to the public. Behold!!! the fucking thing!!!!

i pulled open some other, more complete pieces so you can see the change from Raw Colors ↓ First Pass Post-Processing (CSP layer effects mainly and adding gradients/vignettes where needed for depth) ↓ Second Pass Post-Processing (Photoshop Camera Raw + back to CSP for finalizations like noise/chromatic aberration) here's the shrimpku print

and for something a little crazy heres the salt wound routine art evolution LOL (this may not be exact, the layers are weird and i did many passes before figuring out what i wanted)

i wish i had more like...... genuine advice or something more substantial to recommend HAHA but i hope this helps in some way at least!!!

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Hello hello! Because MCYoutubers cannot stop referencing their past work, today im making the MCYTCU (minecraft youtube connected universe)

Feel free to add in in the comments with things I missed and other additions to the universe, and with that, lets get into it!

So let’s start with Hermitcraft, because of references within the series, we can assume that seasons 1-10 are all connected. (However I doubt they are in chronological order, with season 8 being the end of the world)

Moving on, in Season ten, Joel smallishbeans has made several references to Lizzie, but specifically Ocean Queen Lizzie from Empires SMP season one. This means that Hermitcraft 10 takes place during or after Empires 1.

And we can’t forget the empires 2 and hermitcraft 9 crossover. This creates a slight inconsistency with Joel’s ocean queen builds, but I've come up with two possible solutions: 1. The rift used to travel between hermitcraft and empires transports people through time as wells as space, or 2. Hermitcraft Joel found out about Ocean Queen Lizzie after both empires 1 and 2 took place.

Having connected Empires and Hermitcraft, we can now add Life series to the mix. In Empires 1, Scott references flower husbands at least twice and Martren from Wild Life was briefly featured on Hermitcraft 10. Considering that this creates another inconsistency in the timeline with Third life being way back in empires one while Wild life takes place in modern day Hermitcraft 10, I’ve decided to save myself a headache and blame it on the watchers.

(A note: I haven’t found any evidence that solidly connects the watchers and EVO to the main universe, seeing as Martyn’s Eyes and Ears au is his personal au and not canon, I’m not counting the watcher’s involvement in the life series)

Here is where the fun begins: On the QSMP, Tubbo and a few eggs were watching Secret life. (As in they had a mod that allowed them to watch it in Minecraft) and Cucuruchotio (I def misspelled that) mentions both Grian and Mumbo, meaning that QSMP takes place around the same time as Secret life.

Using that connection, we can use Philza’s lore to connect Earth SMP, the DSMP, and his personal hardcore world, seeing as Phil is the same person in all four places. (Note that Bad and Foolish also seem to be the same as their DSMP counterparts)

Continuing on with this theme, Bad and Foolish seem to be the same person in The Realm SMP as in QSMP (it’s unclear if Phil is the same person)

Now with Misadventures SMP, we have even more references to Empires 1 and 2 as well as third life with the crypts, further solidifying our universe.

Now let me wrap up a few loose ends and share some interesting tidbits before I end my yap session:

I’m not sure if Martyn’s datastream lore is canon to any of the Smps listed above, meaning I’m not sure if Rats SMP, Pirates SMP, and any of those other SMPs are canon

I don’t watch lifesteal, but I know there are lifesteal members on The Realm, so if anyone wants to add on any contributions for that, that’s fine

FitMC’s QSMP lore makes 2b2t canon

Origins is probably not canon since origins Phil is different from his current lore

I’ve heard through the grapevine that Sausage referenced Empires on The Realm. I’ve not been able to confirm this.

Spanish speaking SMP Karmaland may also be canon due to Spanish speaking QSMP members

The Portuguese Arkanis may be canon as well for the same reasons

Empires 2 and The Realm both have Skulk corruption arcs

likewise, DSMP's egg is eerily similar to Empires 1's xornoth corruption

there are like 5 different Scott Smajors running around

Anyways, I may attempt to make a timeline, but this is literally just a 'lol what if' post made for fun, have fun using it for AUs and Fics as you so please. (And maybe tag me in them because I like seeing these)

as I said before, if something I said was incorrect or there's something I missed, feel free to comment or reblog your addition!

[bcacstuff]

Why does he have a story and it only shows up 10 hours later as a new one? Don’t think I’ve ever seen that happen with other ppl but him???? Does he not get good reception at his Scotland home lol just saw this morning that he posted his book story around 12pm last night but I’ve been on a bunch since then and it just popped before saying 10 hours

It usually happens when you create a story and it takes a bit before it is published and can be watched. Most of the time due to less reception and most of the time it happens with a video as it takes a bit more time. I had it myself once when I was at a restaurant, recorded a little video inside while waiting for the food. Posted it, the food came and I closed my phone. After I finished my dinner I looked at my phone again, only to see that the story got stuck at something like 70%. When I opened it again it proceeded and got published. So that's the reason.

Which tells me he's most likely not at home in Scotland, but somewhere else, not on his own (more or less stable and faster) wifi. This also adds up when I look at the video

which looks to like he spread the papers out on a bed, and I mean a hotel bed, given the white sheets.

I was asked by another Anon if I could tell when he left LA. According to the things I saw (and even still a guess, but at least an educated one) is that he left last Monday evening LA time and arrived in London around noon. He stayed in London is my guess, and the reason has obviously (like I guessed before) to do with the new book.

So anon who constantly sends me all the love fiction, bless you for your fantasy. I feel sorry for you, but do me a favor, I only trash your messages so there's really no reason to send them to me. It's not even funny, rather dumb and annoying.

[ladyyy--stardust]

fall out boy is one of those bands where i always seem to forget just how good their music is. its like i know theyre good and ill occasionally replay the songs i know i love but those days where i just binge an album or two always remind me that whoa ok their music is actually heavenly and almost nothing can beat this (exaggerating a little but ykwim)

infinity on high will always be one of my favorite albums of all time and thats not to say the rest of their discography isn't also fantastic but MAN- to me nothing beats songs like bang the doldrums and the (after) life of the party (and other songs but i always seem to come back to these two lol). i love how fob always experiences with different songs, i love patrick's voice, the lyrics- everything just comes together so nicely. even my least favorite albums are still *good* albums to me.

idk just felt like rambling about them. ive had their post-hiatus stuff on repeat today :)

[bowsergotdunked]

ROTTMNT AU: STREET SMARTS!

so, i wanna start off by saying a HUGE thank you to the people who gave their time and effort to this au: @autumnmoon15 , @songdrop and @purplecaffeinecat ! autumnmoon helped massively with the boys designs along with designing Raph, songdrop gave me anatomy tips and purplecaffeinecat gave feedback on the story!! INCREDIBLY HUGE THANKS, I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!!! >X3 🩵🩵🩵

on with the yapping!! જ⁀➴

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ MAIN STORY

this AU is a take on the separated au trope! in this one, the boys are mutated by draxum and raised by him up until their early teens, but unfortunately get separated when an accident happens.

now without the guidance of any parental figure and scarred, the boys have to navigate life in the hidden city as the mystic menaces!

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER BIOS

(i'll add the design ref sheets when i draw them and clean this up for a masterpost eventually lol)

── .✦ Raph!

unable to fullfil his role as leader due to an injury, so he took on the role of teaching his brothers how to fight (with some help from Donnie),

only leaves the lair when absolutely necessary (usually to kick ass),

reserved, but still friendly when desired,

pseudo-leader,

basically 2k12!Splinter but harsher & more stressed,

mask inspiration: Shīsā

── .✦ Mikey!

the same as he is in-canon, although way more energetic and clingy (especially with Raph), likes to move around like a monkey,

leaves the lair basically all the time, whether it be with Donnie & Leo, or by himself

the most social out of the 4, has a lot of friends in the hidden city and a few on the surface,

powerhouse, usually the one running mystic powers training for everyone,

literally just mikey,

mask inspiration: Kitsune

── .✦ Donnie!

still the tech guy, experiments a lot with mystic energy, does research on mystic powers,

always in his lab, unless he has a reason to leave,

anti-social, prefers spending time with his brothers & April

brains + a bit of brawn, second in command,

personality of 2k12!Raph combined with rise!Donnie,

mask inspiration: Oni

── .✦ Leo!

this bad boy can fit SO much trauma in him, cockiest bastard in the hidden city,

leaves the lair often, likes to go watch the battle nexus,

likes socializing, but makes more enemies than friends,

leader, face man, professional boyfailure & team medic,

rise!Leo turned up to 11 with a villainous edge (aka the other type of edgy to not cope with trauma),

mask inspiration: Oni

── .✦ April!

same as in-canon, a bit more jaded due to her history with the guys, big sis 24/7,

visits the lair any time she can,

socializes a lot to gather intel in case the guys need it,

unofficial 5th member of the mystic menaces,

basically rise!April still,

mask inspiration: TBA

── .✦ Draxum & Splinter!

unaccounted for just yet >:3

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ EXTRA!

originally i wanted to make this au solely because i wanted to traumatize leo the least but well here we are where he is the main character yet again oops

i will make a fanfic for this at some point along with maybe a few comics, but that'll be way in the future, so i humbly ask for your patience. if you wanna see any kinds of updates, tho, you can follow my bluesky! i post wips there sometimes :33

THANK YOU FOR READING!!! X]]

[nikalaeva]

Let's chat about Feyre's first visit to the Court of Nightmares and the "distraction", Part 1. My question is - can anyone explain why it worked?

Like, the fairies of the CoN know Rhysand is crazy and served Amaranta for 50 years. What's so shocking he bring a whore escort girl? I thought SJM's fairies are more chaste (?) than fairies of Holly Black, who are, you know, not shy about nudity, premarital sex and multiple lovers. Maybe Keir and others weren't distracted by "action" itself, but by Rhysand's offensive behavior. But wouldn't it be a thousand times more offensive if it were Mor or some the CoN man's sister/wife/mother? What difference does it make to them what Rhysand does to Feyre, when she's presented as a piece of meat for the High Lord's pleasure?

Let's say it was "action" that distracted them. Am I supposed to believe fairies who have lived for hundreds years would be bothered by soft petting? Or the smell of Feysand's arousal was so toxic that audience's brains shut down? Do the fairies of CoN have sex only in the missionary position under a blanket in pitch darkness? I don't think Rhysand could've dreamed of such level of sexual liberation or asexuality that would be natural to a society like the CoN. And in either case, they would've paid no attention to Feyre, and Rhysand's stupid plan would've failed.

And a quick remark about Feyre's behavior (where would we be without our little star?). I like (no) she doesn't see it as a repeat of UTM. And I like (no) how SJM presents it not as sexual objectification and exploitation of a woman's body by a man, but as a moment of Feyre's woman power and her liberation. (I think the ACOTAR series would have been grandpa Freud's favorite book, lol).

Now here's icing on the cake. I don't think Tamlin is worst abuser ever, but Rhysand is, because abusers are often very persuasive. Tamlin convinced Feyre that it was dangerous to go with him. Was he able to convince her? Nah. In the end, Tamlin locks her away. Was that cruel? Yes, absolutely. Was that logical? Hell yeah. Rhysand convinces Feyre that exposing her as his whore to everyone in the CoN is necessary and there are no other options. Did this convince Feyre, who had barely survived UTM with Amarantha and Rhysand's tortures, and Tamlin's isolation? Yes, and it was fucking absurd! Did it make sense? Not a bit!

I think Keir and fairies of the CoN would've been far more shocked and distracted if the situation looked like... you can see the second part in the next post and draw your own conclusuions ☝️

Warning: I'm not a writer at all, especially in English (not my native language). I would never have written Feyre just thinks about sympathizing with Rhysand and Rhysand regrets what he did until the end of ACOWAR, so this piece of sh... text is just a parody of SJM 😁. But at least it makes fucking sense, unlike the original.

[leftersteindraws]

happy valentines day from yours truly

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[maidenofcrows]

Aw, thanks for the tag! I’ve been working on this little by little throughout the day lol

What's the origin of your blog title?: I had an oc what feels like forever ago now. Her middle name was Imogen and her last name was Crowe. Imogen means “maiden” and, well… crows. It was really funny later to discover that there’s an Imogen in Six of Crows

OTP(s) + Their shipname; Kaz x Inej (kanej), Odysseus x Penelope (odypen), Genya x David (genyadavid)… those are the main ones

Favourite colour?: A sage-y green that I can pair with either black or lavender depending on how much whimsy I’m feeling

Favourite game?: Oh idk. I don’t really play video games. Or board games. Or card games. I do sometimes give hollow knight a try, so I guess that one

What song is currently stuck in your head?: Neverland by TE/MO

Weirdest habit/trait?: I’m a creature of habit to the point where I feel immensely disregulated if the routine changes

Hobbies: I’ve got a fairly long list, so I’ll just give you the recent ones. Sailing, archery (though it’s been a hot minute), sewing, circus, and sometimes traveling

If you work, what's your profession?: I’m a seamstress at a local theatre. Not professional, not community, but somewhere in between. I make and alter costumes, mostly :)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?: I keep looking at job postings at Cirque du Soleil and sometimes they do need more costume workers. I think that’s my dream job

Something you're good at: I know I’m good at sewing and I like to think I’m pretty good at trapeze lol

Something you're bad at: Time management :(

Something you love: My cat <3 He’s my baby, my boy, the sweetest joy I’ve known and I love him so much

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: I once spent two hours talking about the Odyssey (it was PowerPoint night), and I think I could do it again

Something you hate: Most textures, tbh. Anything sticky

Something you collect: Lol, mugs

Something you forget: Most things, actually

What's your love language?: Quality time :)

Favourite movie/show: I don’t watch a lot of movies or shows, so that’s tough. I like Studio Ghibli movies (I’ve seen two) and Shadow and Bone

Favourite food: Dolmades. Chickpea salad. Also anything tangy

Favourite animal: I really like animals that have been historically perceived as omens. Black cats, crows, etc. But also I just love animals in general :)

What were you like as a child?: Probably not dissimilar to Alice from Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, but shy and quiet

Favourite subject at school?: English, easy

Least favourite subject: Ugh, math

What's your best character trait?: See, I was originally going to say my best trait is that I’d make a great emergency contact if not for the fact that I don’t answer calls from unknown numbers. Then I overthought that answer. Then I dealt with some unkind drivers. So I’m changing my answer to say it’s that I let other drivers merge in front of me and I don’t tailgate :)

What's your worst character trait?: I cannot maintain a state of organization. I’ve tried, it just keeps unraveling

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I’d get rid of my celiac disease

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Oh. Uhm. I’m not sure. Maybe Agatha Christie? I have read much of her work, but she sounds like a pretty cool individual

No pressure tags: @daughter-of-skylark @reinanova @mydnyteraven and even though they were already tagged @lunarthecorvus

Get to know your mutuals Game

Oooohh thank you for the tag @holy3cake

No pressure tagging @gwalch-mei @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to answer these 27 random questions, I'll put a blank version in the comments!

What's the origin of your blog title?

Originally, "OnCrimsonWings" is my Ao3 username, which was a poetic kinda reference to Dante from Devil May Cry because his demon form has red wings. When I made this blog I knew I wanted it to include a reference to Lancelot/The Weeping Monk, so I just added "Lanced" to the Ao3 name.

It works on so many levels- as I also like winged Whumpees as a trope in general, and the name to me brings an image of a winged creature or person pinned by something sharp through the wing. It also works more as a poetic angel metaphor for Lancelot, as he's referred to as a dark/avenging angel in the role he's been molded into by the Church in Cursed, a role which is ultimately his downfall, like a fallen angel with crimson, or bloodied wings...

OTP(s) + Their shipname;

Lancewain; Lancelot (The Weeping Monk) x Gawain (The Green Knight) from Cursed

Melvik; Mel x Viktor from Arcane (also Jayvik; Jayce x Viktor, and Meljayvik; Mel x Jayce x Viktor)

Zaundads/Vanco; Vander x Silco from Arcane

BuckyNat/WinterWidow; Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) x Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) Marvel

Gwaenyra (Gwayne x Rhaenyra; House of the Dragon)

Colonel Everett Young x Dr. Nicholas Rush; Stargate Universe - I actually never really saw a shipname for these guys or I've forgotten it if I did know one

There's a bunch of others but that will do for now lmao

Favourite colour?

Purple!

Favourite game/s?

The Witcher 3, Skyrim, currently enjoying Monster Hunter, though the thing I have most hours in might actually be Fall Guys...

What song is currently stuck in your head?

In Maidjan by Heilung, I'm excited to see them live again soon!

Weirdest habit/trait?

I sit like a goblin in any and all chairs. (Except for when I'm physically tattooing, or in a formal meeting. Otherwise? If there is a chair I will be perched on it like a bisexual ass Goblin 100% of the time).

Uhhh and I can bend the first knuckle (closest to the fingertips) on my fingers whilst keeping the second/middle knuckles perfectly straight/locked.

Hobbies:

Playing piano, making cosplays, making chainmail, listening to music, playing D&D, keeping snakes and also doing Archery, as of late!

If you work, what's your profession?

Tattooing- for the next two weeks anyway. I also volunteer at my local zoo and do commission pet portraits!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

Tattooing but at a studio with a working toilet, repaired roof and decent non falling apart floors, where I am NOT the sole member of the studio 😂

Otherwise, doing something arty like making things or running my small buisness full time. Or if all goes well with this insane Uni plan I have, then working with snakes in some way shape or form. Not sure how, yet but. I dunno, it might be cool.

Something you're good at:

I'm a really creative person and I come up with a lot of really cool ideas!

Something you're bad at:

Maths, I mean I just struggle with numbers in general. And telling my left from right 😂

Something you love: 

Daniel Sharman. I mean. Look at him man's stunning

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: 

Snakes! And I did that when I took the snakes in to Scouts and taught them about snakes with not much prep time at all 😂

Something you hate:

People trying to control other people or put their views on them. (Eg. Very religious people that try and force you to believe their religion. Or Antis that hate on a fictional trope or ship or theme and think no one is allowed to read or write it. That sort of thing)

Something you collect: 

Books! I have several hundered, at this point, and that's after having to bin about 300 due to severe damp in a previous house.

Something you forget: 

I dunno. I forgot

What's your love language?

Giving gifts, I think, but I also like touching/leaning on people who I love (only when my skin doesn't feel bruised, which is basically always, and honestly most of the time I'm touch averse lmao). I'm not really sure.

Favourite movie/show: 

Movie; Labyrinth, Lost Boys, Avatar I & Avatar II: the way of water, LOTR Trilogy

Show; Arcane, The Witcher and Cursed

Favourite food:

I really like homemade stew and mash, but I can't make it (thanks fatigue) so I haven't actually had it in years. I love roasties (roasted potatoes) with copious amounts of butter on.

Favourite animal:

Snakes! Specifically I love Dumeril's Boas, Madagascan Ground Boas- and have one of each myself- and I have a soft spot for Boelen's Pythons and European Adders!

What were you like as a child? 

Always daydreaming in my own little world, shy, but also I had anger issues at the age of 4... so a bit of a shitbag lmao.

Favourite subject at school?

Art or Science, though I also liked music!

Least favourite subject: 

Maths. I always used to get yelled at for refusing to do homework, and for drawing in my book and putting my headphones in to listen to music. (It was actually helping me focus, but the fact I had ADHD was completely missed so I just got yelled at for it. I still got a B in my GCSEs though so fuck em!)

What's your best character trait?

I'm incredibly organised (because if I wasn't my life would be an absolute shambles as my memory is shit), and I'm very good at problem solving! If character trait more means "personality" then it would probably be that I am a very caring person.

What's your worst character trait?

I can be very stubborn and headstrong paired with the fact I am a control freak and like things organised, then that tends to frustrate both the people around me and myself...

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I'd cure my disabilities. Just so I could continue tattooing and take on the studio- or just open my own elsewhere, or I'd go get a career out in the field with snakes and not have to worry about fatigue, collapse, pain or dietary issues wherever I went!

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Chester Bennington, 100%. I miss him. It's one of the biggest regrets of my life that I was meant to go and see him live on that final tour and I couldn't afford the tickets thanks to an unexpected bill. He was, and still is my hero.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

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