#bonus post bc today's first one was late!!!

[dailyfatefigures]

Saber - 1/7 Scale - Pajama ver. by Wing

[altruistic-meme]

i want to get started on the Full Hands List but i am waiting on my apartment people for scheduled maintenance and i don't really want to start until they leave but i also have no idea what time they'll make it to my apartment so we're just playing the waiting game now

[daisynik7]

Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~2.5k

cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 

Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 

Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.

You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 

Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”

Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 

Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 

The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 

“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.

Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”

“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 

They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.

Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 

You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.

Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”

Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 

Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”

“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”

You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”

It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”

As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 

Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 

“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 

You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"

He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”

You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."

You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"

He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."

You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”

And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 

~~~

After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?

You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”

Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.

He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”

You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”

He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”

He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”

“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”

“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”

He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”

He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 

“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”

You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 

“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  

“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 

With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.

You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”

You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 

“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”

You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.

He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”

Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.

As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”

It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.

He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 

He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”

“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.

And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 

[disastress-i-guess]

Happy new year!... Again

Bonus Akechi because I forgot the baby I'm sorry

Akechi's yapping under the cut.

The New Year is the time or day at which a new calendar year begins and the calendar's year count increments by one. Many cultures celebrate the event in some manner.In the Gregorian calendar, the most widely used calendar system today, New Year occurs on January 1 (New Year's Day, preceded by New Year's Eve). This was also the first day of the year in the original Julian calendar and the Roman calendar (after 153 BC). Other cultures observe their traditional or religious New Year's Day according to their own customs, typically (though not invariably) because they use a lunar calendar or a lunisolar calendar. Chinese New Year, the Islamic New Year, Tamil New Year (Puthandu), and the Jewish New Year are among well-known examples. India, Nepal, and other countries also celebrate New Year on dates according to their own calendars that are movable in the Gregorian calendar.

An example of another new year is Chunyipai Losar, the traditional day of offering ( Dzongkha: buelwa phuewi nyim) in Bhutan. It is observed on the 1st day of the last month of the Butanese lunar calendar. This means it usually takes place in January or February in the western calendar.And this year falls on 12th of January. Some people claim that residents of Bhutan made their annual offering of grains to Zhapdrung Ngakwang Namgyel in Punakha on this day. The Trongsa Penlop is said to have led the representatives of eight eastern regions in their offerings, as the Paro Penlop coordinated the people of western Bhutan and the Darkar Ponlop oversaw the people of the south. In this regard, some people place a great significance on this New Year as a marker of Bhutan’s sovereignty and solidarity. However, some scholars contest that no clear evidence of such practice exists. In any case, many feel that before Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyal’s unified Bhutan as a state, the local population in some of Bhutan’s valleys celebrated this day as a New Year. As a result, even the government instituted by Zhabdrung in the 17th century, then largely a monastic court, saw this time as an important part of the year. The retirement and appointment of high officials in the government and the monastic body took place mainly during this New Year celebration.This New Year is primarily observed in eastern Bhutan, where it also referred to as Sharchokpé Losar, or New Year of the eastern Bhutanese. However, the observance of this New Year is not limited to eastern Bhutan and today with easy communication facilities, migration of people and intermarriages between various regions of Bhutan, people all over Bhutan observe this New Year. Like other Bhutanese seasonal festivals marking a new season, the Chunyipai Losar falls around the Winter Solstice. It also falls after the agricultural work for one season is completed and before the new harvest cycle begins. Thus, it is a seasonal celebration which is aligned well with the agrarian populace.

At the end of the day this is all inane information that the artist is using to justify the fact that they are posting this drawing 12 days late and as a means to share their culture despite the fact that the artist themselves are very out of touch with thier culture and in fact forgot that it was chunyipi losar until they were reminded by thier family and did little to observe or celebrate the day outside of baking a cake with a concerningly large amount of butter.

[kindlespark]

this is gonna be SO long and rambly sorry anyway i saw a post abt how babel does queer characters and it got me thinking abt why the tropes it uses would usually turn me off other stories but didn’t here

MAJOR BABEL SPOILERS //

i feel like i’d be more mad abt how robinramy ended up in babel if it marketed itself as queer lit at all or if its fans were going “WOW AMAZING QUEER REP” abt it. but no one told me any of that, so finding out they were gay was just a fun little bonus surprise to me. i get why ppl are eh abt robinramy not getting together/technically still being subtext (which i dont think is really true btw like the book literally says “robin was falling in love” but idk i guess if you were stupid you might’ve assumed that it was falling in love with oxford given how romantic some of the other language is (WHICH IS ALSO THE POINT bc i think robin’s friendship with ramy blurring into romance is why he romanticised like all his friendships/experiences in oxford BUT IM GETTING OFF-TOPIC)). i just think robin’s repression abt being gay was intrinsically tied to his attitudes on imperialism (wrt refusing to acknowledge anything that complicated his life until it was too late) and i don’t consider it a cop out or queerbait. like i genuinely don’t think robinramy could ever have gotten together without drastic alterations being made in terms of plot and character. plus i think it’s clear that kuang didn’t want to write a story with any kind of focus on romance at all, because it’s not that kind of book. there’s no successful het romance either, so it grates a lot less. the only reason romance is included at all is to show the ways in which white entitlement manifests. so the tragic way robinramy played out just made sense to me.

and i speak as someone who accidentally spoiled myself on You Know What in the middle of reading and i was like ugghh boooo dreading it the whole time expecting to roll my eyes when it happened but then when it did i was like. wow im actually not that mad LMFAO 😭😭😭 actually thematically the book sets it up so well that i believed that this was unfortunately the only way it could’ve gone. babel is about the loss and tragedy and grief that colonised people experience. it’s about the lengths people will go to to uphold empire and the lengths ppl will go to to tear it down like idk 😭 i guess it is bury your gays but it didnt bother me this time because i thought it fit thematically ❤️ i enjoy tragedy as a genre a lot and i would’ve made it gay anyway you know. thanks rf kuang for doing it for me so i didnt have to.

WHICH IS ALL TO SAY that i guess if you’re going into babel for the queer rep without appreciating that the story is fundamentally a tragedy it would feel like it’s just reusing tired tropes….. but i think the choices kuang made were rly deliberate and not in a way that feels like trauma porn or shock value. the book is fundamentally about the struggles of poc so the layer of queerness that was introduced felt like a subtle extension of the experiences of characters of colour in the book, and i enjoyed and related to it as a queer chinese person who kind of realised they had to prioritise their fight for the liberation of poc over queerness mainly because the idea of western queer liberation cannot be dissociated from imperialism and many aspects of homophobia as we know it was an export of christian european empire into our colonised countries in the first place and FUCK THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER TANGENT ABOUT HOW I THINK RAMY AS A CHARACTER IS EMBLEMATIC OF THE TENSION AND STRUGGLE THAT QUEER POC DIASPORA HAVE BETWEEN OUR IDENTITIES GODDAMNIT OK FORGET IT POST CANCELLED i just rly think babel’s handling of queer characters is fine and makes sense and i like it personally and maybe i will make a coherent analysis about it one day but that day is not today byeeeeeee

[featureenvyproductions]

here’s a bird’s eye view of my comic Eyan Eternal

For people who don't know what it is. Bc I think some of you might find it's right up your alley. Well this is an updated one anyway. I do actually have a volume of this out in print right now, but the low def, basic version is online and complete, and tbh, I just want people to read it. I took almost two years to complete this and quite literally poured every waking moment (after work and when I wasn’t fixing stuff in my house) into this to try and finish it.

Ahem

Here is one of these at a glance things! 

If that’s enough to intrigue you, take a look at my chapter masterpost which has convenient links to every chapter post so you don’t have to go figuring out where they are and what order they go in!: https://www.tumblr.com/featureenvyproductions/717516139934154752/eyan-eternal-tumblr-chapter-masterpost?source=share

If you like it and want to support me you can also buy a copy of the first print volume, which collects chapters 1-5 and has a smidge of bonus content (only available in the US right now, but that’s not going to be forever, and I’m working on an e-book as well): https://www.etsy.com/FeatureEnvy/listing/1447399615/eyan-eternal?utm_source=Copy&utm_medium=ListingManager&utm_campaign=Share&utm_term=so.lmsm&share_time=1683565699335

And now here is a more detailed break down if you need more info than that...

*Jonathan Frakes asks you things meme voice* have you ever wondered what you’d find if you REALLY lived forever?

Well, meet Eyan, an immortal vampire.

He’s slowly finding out the answer to that question...

...And it appears to be unbearable isolation.

Eons into the distant future, when most stars have faded in the night sky and the cosmic event horizon has confined any remaining beings to an isolated pocket of the universe, Eyan roams interstellar space in a repurposed generation ship in search of anything that could be considered alive/sentient in the way he is.

So far, he’s out of luck.

That is until he runs into an unexpected former rival on a remote planet - Zero, a sentient android he never expected to be the only other person left alive.

Well. That is, if either of them can really be considered “alive”. What does that mean anyway, when the humans who defined what it means to be alive are all gone?

This is something they’ll have to explore and define for themselves as they attempt to set aside their myriad of differences and try to work together on one of the few ways left to escape the dark fate of ultimate isolation - The Grand Encoder, a machine that can upload minds to a special medium - if it even works for them anyway. In the process, they slowly come to accept that maybe they’d had each other all wrong and weren’t seeing the bigger picture.

You may not find any action-packed Star Wars like escapades here in this sci fi drama. You also won’t find ponderings about the origins of vampires or what gave rise to robot sentience - It’s integral to the plot that these things just ARE. But you will find a thoughtful exploration of identity and how it can cause us to define ourselves and relate to (or abandon) each other depending on the framework within which we are doing that exploration and within which we are compelled to exist. It asks the question, what if the frameworks within which we defined our existence and purpose no LONGER existed...Where would we go from there?

And as two immortal guys who are the only folks left in the universe (as far as they know), Eyan and Zero are just the right people to mull over that.

There is both textual and allegorical queerness in this story - both main characters should be considered gay men, even if it’s The Future TM and terms/exact scopes of identities may not be EXACTLY 1-1 with today’s...But I want to be perfectly clear that it was my intent to make them gay because I wanted to see more gay guys in sci fi and I don’t want anyone erasing that. As for the allegorical stuff - I myself am a trans gay man in my late 30s, so this act of re-exploring and re-framing myself and evaluating how and why queer folks interact with each other the way we do is something I’m very familiar with, and I feel like other folks might relate. (I also peppered in some neurodivergent-person-in-a-neurotypical-world moods tbh.)

Of course it’s not all serious. I do have a bit of fun with some old school vampire tropes, tossing Eyan around and putting him in Situations.

Anyway if this all sounds interesting to you, take a look at my tag and site (above)! I’d appreciate it! I also like to hear from people and see if there’s anything about it you related to! :)

I also do everything. Every last monotonous step (well, aside from literally loading up a printing press to churn out volumes lol - BUT REST ASSURED IF I HAD $10K TO PISS INTO THE WIND I WOULD DO THAT TOO). So if there’s ANYTHING you want to know about my process, I’m happy to tell you so please ask, especially if you’re like trying to get started on your own comic or trying to go to print :) 

Edit before I go ahead and blaze this: I want to say, to be honest, the creation of comic was initially motivated almost entirely by the isolation/loneliness I’ve felt in my life. It’s not as bad as some folks’ and I know that, but it is a really prevalent thread throughout my life and sometimes is almost unbearable, and my comic began as an exploration of that loneliness, as well as a narrative exercise to try and express the depth of it at its worst point. I’m putting this out here because ultimately I don’t know...maybe someone will catch my drift and understand the feeling I’m trying to illustrate, and maybe they’ll want to see the plot that came of those feelings. I am not above the need to feel seen lol, especially if other people out there feel like they can resonate with this experience as well.

[nctinkverse]

Let me blab...

Since it's probably too late for EU timezones, and still not late enough for US/latam timezones... I'll blab...

And by blab I mean give fic recs? Ish.

I have so many fav fics maybe the next few days you'll see me reblog a few of them with a review, coz they are supper important to my nightly delusional sessions...

So this is in no particular order: Pussy Fiend, oh this fic, is AMAZING, like Haechan is a bias, but after this fic? MAN BECAME A WRECKER.

He eats like no other and I think this author is by far the one that gets right mix between his annoying-ish, attention seeker, loud moaning mess that he is, and fuck is SEXY.

Never thought I would like a little dom side from the MC and a sub-turns-dom pleasure hunter L.D.H. Also if you're on the web version, the author's tumblr is PERFECTION. Watch out for the delicious content warning:

NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT

you’re so golden: the olympic collection

This collection it's by my favourite author, specially bc she writes the BEST JOHNNY SUH ON EARTH.

I thought I didn't needed more than his voice, laugh, communication skills and smile to have Johnny as my ultimate bias, but then... SHE WROTE A DAMN FIC ABOUT HIM BEING A SWIMMER

AND I'M A TERRIBLE SWIMMER

BUT BOY

DID I SWIM IN THAT FICTION!!! Just thinking about THAT version of Johnny out there in the delusional world I got inspired for WEEEKS...

The amount of details author gives is just *chefs kiss* and even me, a self proclaimed gripper of the pool edge, felt like a pro.

LAST ONE FOR THIS POST: I was okay in life minding my own business, living a quiet life with Johnny, Jaehyun and Jisung in neocity, until the biggest markzen the world has ever seen dropped this fic: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗘𝗦

AFTER THIS DROPED MY LIFE WAS NEVER THE SAME.

jAEMIN, got added to my neobong just before the concert for TDS bc of this story.

It's a agnst, smut, toe curling six part series, and it's a complete one, there's mood boards, playlists, behind the writing, and bonus parts written with Jaemin's POV...

that's for today guys...

And JUST IN CASE YOU MISSED, I dropped my fic's first Chapter last week and will be posting the Chapter 2 on friday! For the Promissa Redux > Preview < For > Chapter 1 <

[superconductivebean]

#578: ah damn it's wright again

The very first post I made about her wasn't great, so I am changing it. Inspiration post <3 @boxdstars tagging bc I remember you're in for reading about other mcs 👉👈

So, that's Wright, that's my girl:

Julia Wright is a young aspiring tradeswoman from the late 19th century, currently doing business in Hogsmeade. Hasn't finished Hogwarts yet; in her 7th year she is known as top of the school student in Transfiguration -- due to her ancient magic abilities -- and in Potions -- both a hobby and a source of income to her.

Nobody knows if she ever sleep or eat, as nobody hardly ever sure where she is at at any given moment. Her friends might have an idea but if anyone tags along with Wright when she's seen roaming the castle or its grounds, their whereabouts becomes a mystery, until safely return back from: ingredient harvest / check up on a beast population somewhere in the valley / trailing down remnants of poacher gangs still active in the area / whatever foolhardy adventure she's after while nobody's looking.

Wright is tired and busy individual but she enjoys a good joke, a good butterbeer and a good company.

I can't draw stick I tried screenshot and it went horribly wrong in colour dpt I'm sorry.

More notes:

catches up on her Dutch because her extended family speak it;

her pick for Deathly Hallows is The Resurrection Stone, due to Tragic Backstory;

can't drink for the life of her, alcohol and her aren't friends;

doesn't use her connections at all the way people would think but is thanking whoever started the rumor she can ruin somebody's mark in Potions because Sharp is her bestie (Story Reasons, from 5th and 6th years) -- it saves time for The Real Deal;

The Real Deal -- "I apologize for bringing this one up again but. How does one brew The Hangover Potion. It's the best seller by the name alone, I'm giving up on my cut entirely-- no, it's not a bribe, HOW COULD I-- I only wish to help people and I am the people, sir, amongst them, the very first in line-- I wish I would joke about it! No, I'm not in trouble. Well, maybe a little. I'm finishing the school in a few months and what's next awaits me is -- isn't anything pleasant about it to say.";

very Ravenclaw much Gryffindor little Hufflepuff;

today smiles tomorrow hisses;

plays in the House Team but isn't the best player, if her overall performance could be even called one; Quidditch is very much a pastime, not a life-long passion;

duelling is though but finding an opponent became a quest;

still, has full moral support from Imelda because 1) girlfriend 2) the effort is appreciated; if Wright had more time than it is in the day, she'd play better but it's obvious her life path isn't turning to the Pitch;

3) and if the banter isn't the banter anymore, Poppy will be upset and nobody has the right to upset her but especially her two dorks for girlfriends. Nobody. Upsets. Poppy;

Wright's life is either throwing poisoned dirty axes at her, or doubles the fun;

her mom's girl, her dad's babybird, her uncle's HAVE I SHOWED ALL OF YOU LOVELEY PEAPOL PICTURE #878748357845 OF HER WHEN SHE WAS 5;

this pic

Bonus:

literally i want her to have The Joy of Life as if it wasn't me who ruined it in the first place <;3 a family and different friends were chosen bc she needs more than just M O R E <3 <3 <3

[sasukimimochi]

Last Ten Opening Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

got this from @wifiwuxians (I started typing this yesterday i just was so sleepy haha)

i don't know if anyone i know writes fanfics except one person, and i also don't have a lot of fics to give an example for...however, i'll give what i can cuz this sounded fun to do. Plus, maybe you'll see a few things you haven't seen yet!!

so i guess i tag any authors who follow me or see this. @foxyyaoguai is the only one i know personally, don't feel pressured tho!

man this list gives me a bad reputation for finishing things, i just haven't done many fanfictions in my life (i usually write original stuff)

“Oi, brat.” Eren sighed quite verbally from where he was laying, looking up at the tree above him shortly after his eyes cracked open. - Hey Brat (AOT/Attack on Titan fanfic, coincidentally the first fic i ever started to attempt writing. Ereri i believe. incomplete/not finishing)

Tight breaths were ragged in Tommy’s chest, his own screams covering the sound of bruised knuckles slamming against the two fighters’ bodies. - AHTFF/A Height to Fall From (Minecraft, Tommyinnit centric / SBI, sorta a fantasty/timeline hop AU...never posted it and its unfinished...should i post it anyway sometime? i wrote a lot for this one and it has a full outline for 3 fics & 2 epilogues. i also drew a bunch of designs for them...seems like it'd be a shame to let it rot.)

The usual trip home was late at night today. - His Forever Home (Minecraft, Tommyinnit / SBI / Awesamfam childhood AU, unfinished, unposted)

In hindsight, it was a childish mistake. - BB/Boar Brothers (Minecraft, Tommyinnit / SBI childhood AU, unfinished. I believe this was a companionfic to HFH.) unfinished

Screams were ringing in the teen’s ears. - His Lullaby (Minecraft, Tommyinnit centric / SBI this one is complete and posted, a simple one-shot with a lot of feels)

“A-Yuan.” - Ghost of Mine (MDZS/Mo Dao Zu Shi - Wangxian, half a fix it ? Ghost wwx AU - In progress and being posted as we speak)

Someone’s memories crashed into him like a storm. - GOM-MXY (Companion fic to Ghost of Mine, the MXY one. in progress, will be posted at gom's halfway point).

“Wei…Ying…are you alright?” - COI / Clash of Immortals (Demon/Angel Wangxian AU but with my own universe version of Hell. you guys know what this is, no Ao3 yet- in progress.)

Lan Wangji couldn’t stop crying. - IMBSB/In My Blood, Stardust Blooms (MDZS one/two shot abt angel lwj and angel wwx, in progress)

Greetings sect leader Jiang, I hope this letter finds you well. - The Wild Plum Tree / TWPT (MDZS Xicheng Companionfic for GOM) in progress.

BONUS (11.) : Lan Wangji stumbled through the streets of Yiling, leaning heavily on his sword as he did. - TDKW/The Dead Keep Walking (MDZS one/two shot abt corpse wwx. in progress.)

fuck it i added the rest here because i honestly haven't started that many fics lmao i didn't know i had actually made 11 fics, even if half aren't going to get done (aka anything that isn't the mdzs fandom stuff) so like, 1-4 are dead fics, bc im not interested anymore or fell out of the fandom for personal reasons. The rest though are things im currently working on and am striving to complete! see the project list here with summaries.

um...i'm done ig?? go make your own posts!

[smpgta-ptls]

I'm here for my monthly post (though I think I'll start being more active here again)

I've been into genshin lately, and I suddenly had that thought, what visions would the black clover characters have?

So here are what visions I think the bc characters would have and why, just for funsies ! Also a disclaimer, the reasons for gaining visions are just what I've searched. I'm not 100% sure if it's canon but I'll go with it for now.

(we're going with Asta, Noelle, Julius, and Mereoleona for today. Maybe I'll do some other characters at some point, ask for characters if you'd like.)

Asta

Geo Vision. At first I thought this guy would have an electro vision because they're given out to people who are perceived as different, and given how Asta has no magic at all and ultimately stands out in the bc-verse, I think that his perseverance to achieve his goal of being wizard king shines out more compared to his magicless-ness.

Geo Visions are characterized by having a very goal someone wants to achieve, it's like fulfilling a contract to achieve that goal in a sense (based on what I've read), and Black Clover as a whole basically revolves on Asta's journey and his determination to becoming wizard king. He's always going "I'm not done yet!" And he's never going to be done until he completes the "contract" he made with himself and to yuno as a kid, not until he either becomes wizard king or proves to everyone that he doesn't need magic to be successful.

Noelle

My baby, my lovely, my number one in everything. My poor princess is getting an anemo vision.

Anemo Visions are characterized by a person wanting to achieve, or who has already achieved, what they perceive as freedom. Noelle has many things that she wants to be free from— the guilt of being the one to 'kill' her mother, the expectations (or lack thereof) of her siblings, or just the terrible shitshow of a life she's had so far. It was also shown from the magic knights exam itself (wherein Nozel tells her that her path is set in stone, and that she has no choice but to go with the bulls) that Noelle doesn't really have much of a say in things, and not much freedom to choose for herself what she wants to do.

Noelle has always been a follower and was never really independent in making choices for her life until she entered the bulls (even then it's like she's not used to making her own choices, so she usually looks at what the bulls do for guidance). There's also that bonus cliché of anemo characters having someone close to them dying, which in Noelle's case it'd be Acier.

Julius

This guy is a dendro user, definitely. At first I thought his passion for magic would give him a pyro vision, but then I realized that his passion is for knowledge. To know the inner workings of the elements and magical technology, and he regularly goes out of his way and avoids his duties just to learn more about as much diverse magic types as he can.

Dendro Visions are characterized by people who seek out knowledge/wisdom, which I think fits Julius perfectly.

Mereoleona

To be honest, it was difficult for me to decide what vision Mereo would have, and in the end I settled for either an electro vision or an anemo vision. All I knew is that it definitely wasn't pyro— and no, it's not because her magic is already fire.

"but Mereo is passionate about getting stronger." And she is! It's one of the main reasons she left clover in the first place. But the thing is, while she does enjoy getting stronger and fighting strong opponents, it is not her sole passion. She left Vermillion Palace because she was a free soul and did not want to be restricted by the duty of being the eldest, or the duty of being a royal in general. The rules set in place in clover also restricting her from growing in the way she wants to. She found following the rules to be too stuffy and was a very free spirit who preferred to take a journey by herself and discover what she could. Mereoleona is not someone that likes being tied down to one place and wants the freedom of going wherever life takes her. By leaving the duties of being captain to her brother and leaving clover, she had in a sense achieved what she sees as freedom, and I think that rewards her an anemo vision.

But I think that electro would suit her as well. Electro visions are characterized by someone being set apart/ notably different from the norm (ex; razor, who was raised by wolves, keqing, who doesn't believe in the existence/divinity of gods, beidou, who defeated a sea beast w/o a vision, etc.) Which is why I thought Asta to be electro at first. Mereoleona would suit an electro vision, I think, because her desire and thirst for strong opponents just ultimately transcends that of a normal humans. After getting her grimoire she essentially became a hermit that lived in the wild, and so the way her personality shaped and how she is as a whole is so wildly different from how people usually are, from how nobles usually are.

So yeah those are my takes and boy did I have fun writing all that. :DD

[blackbird-brewster]

came to ur acc bc christmas day has been horrible and depression has been off the charts. saw this right when i needed it!!! can u bless the world with some of ur jemily hc’s? like just about their domestic life together ? ❤️

-tjj

Hey friend! I'm so sorry today has been rough. Hopefully you can go home and relax later. Just try and take care of yourself until then. I'm giving you a big hug right now! You're amazing and I'm very proud of you. Here is one of my fave headcanons that I don't think has ever been posted on tumblr before!!

Jemily +Food Deliveries

Jemily just hanging out in their underwear binge watching Netflix and eating junk food on their day off. Ordering Chinese so they never have to leave the house. Curled up on the couch yelling at the TV about how unrealistic the cop shows are but secretly loving Rizzoli & Isles and watching episode after episode and screaming "you love each other!" And generally being adorable and getting into tickle fights when one is hogging the blankets

The pizza guys fight over who gets to deliver the pizzas to their condo whenever there's a late night weekend order because they always answer the door in their underwear and maybe a tshirt or an open button down

It had just been an accident the first few times they did it but then they do it on purpose cause they usually get free shit with it. Like bra and boy shorts and oops here's some free breadsticks.

"Jayje, did you ever notice that we never got charged for that forty dollar order last week?"

"Forty dollars for what?"

"From Pisano's? When we had the munchies at eleven when we were marathoning Murdoch Mysteries?"

"Oh, well, duh, Em. You were just wearing a half buttoned shirt with no bra and bikini briefs when you answered the door. I would have spotted you forty bucks too"

Emily makes a game of it to see how many times she can get free food and how little she can get away with answering the door in. Tank top, no bra and some lacey somethings. Free dinner!

And JJ just rolls her eyes like "don't forget soy sauce this time!" And the delivery boy throws in like 20 packets and an entire box of fortune cookies

One time she answers in a towel so tiny it doesn't even wrap around her body, she has to hold it in front of her and the delivery guy from the Thai place is so flustered and Emily is like "well I don't have any hands to take that..." And she looks behind her like "JJ, come take the food!" And JJ comes around the corner in an over large tshirt hanging on one shoulder and it ends at the top of her thighs and her hair is all messy (even though they'd literally just been laying on the couch, they both have that just fucked look) and the delivery guys brain is totally short circuited and he hands them the food and stumbles away even though they were supposed to be paying cash and Emily says "thank you" and the guy kind of mumbles "no, thank YOU; really"

The local eateries try to curb that financial black hole by sending women delivery people and it. Doesn't. Work. Bc even the women are just like 'ummm hai! 😍"

20-35% of all the local food places money is from their own employees paying for the privilege of delivering to the Prentiss-Jareau household

And you can tell when they've actually been fucking because Em is rubbing her wrists where new welts have appeared and she has claw marks down her back when she turns around to get the cash and her hair is ACTUALLY disorderly and she only pays when she's flustered. So the delivery boys actually hope they've been having sex because Em tips really well

One time she tips $100 on a #30 order and the guy tries to give it back to her and she just dreamily closes the door in his face. And they get bonus tips if they say  Ms Prentiss instead of Mrs or Miss or ma'am. And they all have her number memorized so when she calls to place an order they fight for the phone

JJ answers the door half dressed and dangling a pair of handcuffs from one hand. They just get too tied up (literally) and leave the door unlocked with a note that says "leave the food on the table no change needed" and the delivery person is like "umm okay" and comes in and hears JJ screaming for mercy in the bedroom so he drops the food takes the cash and bolts

They send Christmas cards to their favorite eateries for putting up with their antics.

[su8arandspite]

on today’s episode of oc hours: i discuss the trifecta

may i introduce you to the trifecta, the most popular girls at hawkins high. we have:

the redhead: Amy Hughes

Hawkins high cheer squad, main base position

Student body president. Highly competitive and ran just to prove she could win

Has a seriously impressive right hook and no patience for your bullshit

Also plays lacrosse in the spring once cheer is over

Loves loves loves the color green (looking at you, heather duke)

Has garnered quite a reputation as a heartbreaker. Has a new boyfriend every other week… will later discover she actually doesn’t even like boys but that’s another story for another time

A walking gossip goldmine. Knows any and everyone’s business

Legend has it she keeps a ledger and pulls out the juiciest bits whenever someone pisses her off

the brunette: Tiffany Anderson

Hawkins high cheer squad, side base

loves a good party

Poor little rich girl; granddaughter of a retired us senator. think: indiana kennedys

An insomniac. Pre-Steve, she was who Beth would occasionally call for a late-night chat

Loves to bake. Can decorate a cake like nobody’s business, renown for her weed brownies

She may dress like a prep, but don’t get it twisted: there is nothing boring about her. Tiff just loves plaid and a good shoulder pad

Might fuck your dad. Maybe she already has

Has an illegal stick and poke tattoo on her hip, courtesy of one eddie munson. it’s cherries btw

the blonde: Beth Sullivan

Hawkins high cheer captain and flyer

On top of the pyramid literally and socially

Our beloved angel

Often the voice of reason

for more on Beth, see other oc hour posts

Other things of importance:

Not intentionally, but it is worth noting that all 3 lost their virginities to Steve Harrington. It’s safe to say he has to work to win Amy and Tiff over again when he first befriends Beth bc let’s just say he didn’t leave things on the best of terms with either of them

After Billy Hargrove stands Beth up, Amy made it a point to ensure everyone in Hawkins knows just how tiny his dick is (I mean, let that be real: that car’s compensating for something, am I right?)

It’s unknown how exactly they became friends. They just met in kindergarten and remained attached at the hips since

a bonus aesthetic:

[nikethestatue]

I’m sorry, my favourite chicken died today. I’ve had a few drinks, and I’m going to try and whinge about my fandom woes coherently. 🫠

I don’t understand why it’s okay for the other sides of the fandom to be anti elain or anti elriel, mock and bully our theorists, fellow fans and literally have a whole blog dedicated to hating us for being “mean and dumb” whilst still having the expectation that we (elain + elriel Stans) “don’t dismiss” their ships, theories or beloved characters. I don’t think it’s fair. Like, I simply just don’t understand how they can be so anti..us..and expect us to not be anti back about stuff? Like, that’s so hypocritical. I understand two wrongs don’t make a right, but it gets really hard to not become frustrated when people constantly demean and shit on you (potentially personally), and something you care enough about to participate in..and then get salty when you bark back and engage in similar behaviour🫠

I bought into the tiktok hype. That’s how I got here, in this mess. I’ve only been here since like February (a week before the HOSAB release to be precise) and I’m already just so exhausted, by all the hate and contradictions.

Elriel makes the most sense for me, bc I think yeeting the build up, and changing course so late in the game would simply be a waste of time, and would make any new romance (because these are in-fact romance/fantasies) rushed. I believe Changing ships in a bonus chapter is simply not a done thing?? Bonus chapters (in my experience) are marketing tools. Providing little slices of life for beloved characters or inconsequential and irreverent POVs you wouldn’t be getting in the main series. I cannot recall a single book series I’ve read, that has done anything drastic in a BC. I also believe the imagery of two brothers, two sisters, and a third sister with some random dude..just clashes. I’ve already seen arts when’re it’s Feyre + Rhys, Nesta + Cassian and G/wyn + Az. All lined up. Elain no where to be seen. It’s jarring, and uncomfortable to look at, but then again Elain is my favourite character, so I acknowledge a good chunk of my discord at that particular art, is my own feelings.

I don’t hate the e/Lucien ship at all. I wouldn’t be mad if it came to pass, and I think there’s merit in the fact they’re mates..but that’s all they have at the moment. SJM would have to walk back elriel, and shove E/Lucien together and perhaps introduce a new LI for Azriel all in one book, no matter how big she makes it, it will be super obvious why that happened and why it was squished into one book. SF was criticised for jamming in too many plots and feysands story detracting and rushing Nestas arc. I’d assume that SJM wouldn’t run that gambit again. Ultimately E/Lucien simply hasn’t been built up enough (or at all really) for me to rejoice if the ship sails, ya know? Again, I won’t be mad. Just a bit disappointed and confused.

G/wynriel is a whole other kettle of fish. When I first got into this fandom, I used to be like “teehee, I’m ship neutral” and then I’d watch some TikToks, read some posts, see some art and I would flip flop on how “neutral” I was. There was a time (before I actually read the series myself) where I shipped g/wynriel based on nothing but pretty fan-arts, and TikTok videos. Reading the series. Reading their “history” together..well..it sickened me. As a trauma survivor, I was so surprised..I had read the books, only to discover I could not ship them anymore. TikTok and the fan-arts had literally painted a very pretty picture. What it hadn’t painted was Azriel in the g/wynriel ship was literally a first responder to her SA, who then goes onto be a personal trainer + self defence instructor. He is also 550+ years older than her. I would be unsure and uncomfortable..but I could potentially overlook any one of those things. All three of them? No. The power imbalance is simply too much, and would hit too close to my own trauma. (Now before anyone takes a jab, I don’t care for the Feysand and Nessian age gaps either) also, they have no romantic coding?? I don’t hate why people ship it. I do hate that I, and my fellow survivors both in the elriel community, and even outside of it..are villainised, and accused of “weaponising our trauma” for not being cool with it. the futureI just don’t think that’s fair, or okay.

That was very long. I understand if you don’t respond to it XD

I am sorry about your chicken :(

In the beginning, when Gwynriel started, I think some original Gwynriels, though already pretty militant, at least had IDEAS. They came up with plots--even if they didn't make sense--they came up with 'evidence' and theories. The ship, at least made sense, from that stanpoint.

Now, the thing is that it feels like 90% of Gwynriels havent not only read any other books, but haven't read ACOSF. And have NO IDEA what they are even shipping. They've just seen Insta pix and TikToks.

Just recently an Elriel posted some response from some rabid Gwynriel who haven't even read the POV or the book. But had the audacity to argue. When that Elriel pointed the text in the POV, the gal was like 'Well, I am not expected to read everything. I didn't even know the POV existed'. Yet she felt qualified to argue.

At this point--and I am hoping that this will change tonight at 7 pm EST--there is no point in talking or engaging. It's like talking to flat earthers.

I think ultimately, the eyes should be on the prize. All of this will fall away eventually. It is a bit ridiculous, but honestly, I dont have time or desire to argue with some 11 year old who hasn't read the books and doesn't have the knowhow of how to construct an argument. And it's not worth the time or the frustration, because they will all disappear and move on to the next thing. That's why I always recommend that people don't get too upset or emotionally hurt with these arguments. Yeah, it's frustrating and some of their takes are horrendous. Like one from yesterday who posted that just isn't strong enough because frankly she hasn't been r*ped like Gwyn, who basically should be wearing her assault like a badge of some kind of perverse honour. There is absolutely no point in talking to people like these because the mental and emotional maturity simply isn't there yet.

I enjoy my world, my Elriel experiences, the positivity that always permeates MY fandom, the support, the jokes, the laughter. I think many of us have grown fond of each other, became friends and I am always excited to see new 'faces'. There are no quarrels, pettiness, or any BS. That's why I am here. That's why I am waiting for Solstice, which will be bom-diggity fun like it was last year, and eventually, for the book.

[kitkatpancakestack]

In response to this. I am replying in a new post bc I have the "no sense of brevity" flavor of ADHD so I know this is gonna get long.

@yramesoruniverse thank you so much for asking, as a matter of fact I do have some thoughts *cracks knuckles*

Let me preface this by saying I am not going to sit here and pretend I don't spend 90% of my waking hours ruminating on this. We all know what we're doing here. That being said, I have considered several variations on how I would love the 9-1-1 team to deliver this:

1. Let's call it the "Two Trapped Dads" scenario:

I implore you to consider the ANGST and POETRY of Buck and Eddie getting trapped somewhere, as civilians, and being forced to depend on each other in order to survive. The serve of this hypothetical scenario would be made more rich set in the context of them having had an argument, or just there being some kind of withstanding tension between the two that has been ignored and left to build to a nauseating degree.

(Side note: I love Buck and Eddie because when they fight it's never with any real animosity. It always stems from the terrifying magnitude of their Love for each other. It's not arguing, it's just them caring about each other very aggressively. Absolutely iconic.)

ANYWAY, in this scenario they careen into disaster over Christopher, as I see it playing out that for some reason they believe only one of them will be able to 100% make it out alive. I imagine the tension has been building since the guardianship bomb and Buck regresses to what he believes he does best, which is being a sacrificial lamb, which shoves their moment from 4x14 back into the forefront. It would force Eddie to not only seismically double down on what he said, but literally spell out to Buck what he means to Eddie, not just Christopher.

Example:

Buck: Obviously you're the one that's getting out, you have a son waiting for you.

Eddie: Screw that, you mean just as much to him as I do.

Buck: I'm irrelevant unless you're dead, Eddie, and there is no way I'm letting you die here today.

Eddie: You're such an idiot, Buck. How can you still not get it?

Buck: Get what?

Eddie: We're a family. All three of us. What did you think that whole will thing was about, anyway? Christopher and I . . . there's no us without you.

jfc someone stop me before I write an entire script, but I think you get the gist of this one.

2. Next we have the "Just-Tell-Me-What-You-WANT" scenario:

The Drama Queen in me is obsessed with this one. It would, unfortunately, require a significantly laid foundation between Buck and a love interest (Taylor ig? It's not important, tbh). Originally, I had this scenario flipped, but since we as a fandom have collectively established Eddie as the Pining Idiot in Love, we're gonna switch it up.

So, again, Buck would be progressing significantly in his relationship with [insert intentionally poorly-defined love interest here]. In the fallout of the guardianship scene, I can still see him struggling with how to untangle his Feelings about what Eddie said to him, and losing himself in the disingenuous familiarity of "Buck 1.0" (I am with Eddie in that I hate his software updates but it's canon material so there you go). The escalation of this hypothesis results in Buck contemplating taking the next step with Taylor or, more realistically, contemplating moving out of the city with her as she's been recruited for a promotion elsewhere. I could see Eddie coming over to Buck's place and them discussing this, because they discuss everything, and Eddie just getting more and more exasperated because Buck doesn't look happy but he won't stop and think, he's just barreling ahead as usual. And so Eddie calls him out.

I think it would be something like Eddie going, "What are you even doing? You obviously don't want this."

And Buck being like, "I'm not discussing what I want with you."

and Eddie just exploding, "What? What do you want, Buck? You never express what you really feel so just . . . what do you really want?"

And Buck just going fuck it and grabbing him and pressing years of want and need and love into Eddie's mouth and yeah *fans face* I'm FINE.

3. Finally, the "Wait-For-Me-To-Come-Home" scenario:

Ideally a season finale moment, paralleled to the other couples on the show. The episode would feature a series of calls relating to couples/families experiencing some degree of separation but always finding their way back to each other. At the end there's a montage of Bathena, Madney, Mavid, Henren etc. reuniting after some sort of contention and then it would stop on Buck alone in his apartment, sitting at his table identical to what we saw in Tsunami Pt. 2, completely overwhelmed by how quiet it is and how alone he feels. And maybe Buck is considering something he heard on one of the calls. Whatever the situation, it ends with him heading to Eddie's house and it's late, like two in the morning late, and the final scene is Buck knocking on Eddie's door looking wild-eyed and desperate and there's no dialogue, just them. And Eddie opens the door wider and steps back as Buck steps in and they just stand a breath's distance away, just staring at each other, and then Eddie closes the door and everything fades to black and *flings myself off a cliff*

Bonus: I call this the "Fever Dream" scenario because I dreamt it when I was, in fact, feverish and hallucinating after my second COVID vaccine:

Buck is out running an errand before going into work and ends up in a robbery situation where he obviously intervenes and ends up getting hurt. The episode would open with the 118 being unable to reach Buck and ragging on him, and the first call they respond to is, indeed, Buck on the verge of death. The rest of the episode would then show the sequence of events leading up to that moment and finish with Buck and Eddie in the back of the ambulance, and Buck just touches Eddie's face, or wraps his fist around the St. Christopher necklace hanging around Eddie's neck, and Eddie is Not Handling Things and then Buck flatlines in the back of the ambulance and jfjdsaldflja somebody stop me before I write a fic *flings myself off another cliff*

As you can see I haven't thought about this much at all. Also, you deserve a fucking award if you made it to the end of this.

I have buddie brainrot! They're actually ruining my life! I have lost control! I'm doing GREAT!!!

[emmaswcns]

what’s your favorite Emma Swan look each season/arc? Happy New Year, bestie!! <33

addy i have been waiting to answer this until i could fully focus on it and that day is today!! (edit: i literally started this probably like a week ago and i am now finally finishing it i am SO sorry it’s so late!!!) @adoraweisz

welcome folks to my ted talk abt emma swan's best looks throughout once upon a time!

season one

i wasn't a huge fan of many of emma's looks in season 1 minus her hair being absolutely perfect BUT i do feel this was the season where she was 1000% authentically herself so who am i to say anything

but my favorite emma look is from episode 20, the stranger:

the curls plus the red sweater plus the scene in the woods? fuck yes

season one bonus: emma's dragon fighting outfit: (yes this photo is TECHNICALLY from season 2 but it’s the same outfit from the last episode of season 1 SOOOOOO it counts)

season 2

i loved her enchanted forest look bc it was one of the first looks of jennifer morrison’s porn-worthy arms and so yeah that will always be a top look for me but i can’t say it was my fave

definitely has to be the black and white striped dress from episode 14, manhattan (and no not just because she finds neal. neal has nothing to do w this. NOTHING.):

season 3

do you even need to ask? i think everyone knows that neverland emma is my favorite look of the entire series. my url should be neverlandemma bc she’s all i care about lmao

honestly, season 3 was my favorite for emma’s looks. i know there are theories that she dressed the way she did in new york bc of her lost memories and her trying to figure herself out or something and that it wasn’t rly emma’s style, which is true, but it was SO good and it was a nice break up from her constant tight jeans and leather jackets for a little while and ugh season 3 costume design for her was A+ imo 

her neverland look is followed closely by her bar wench outfit and so so so many others i can’t even so here look at this post by lumadreamland  and admire the many amazing outfit choices emma made during that season :’)

season 4

another season where ppl weren’t happy with emma’s fashion choices but it was another season of faves for me. i loved all the sweaters she wore which showed off her arms (drool emoji), her sorceress trapped in a tower dress which she looked stunning in was amazing, the flashback where she runs into ingrid at the ice cream shoppe is probably one of my fave emma looks of all time buuuut i think if i had to choose just one it’d be from the finale, operation mongoose p2:

very very honorable mention.........

(i don’t need to explain why this outfit would be a fave)

season 5

the one and only good look of season 5 imo was flower crown emma:

i can honestly say i pretty much ignore season 5 and 6 so they blend together in my mind. i know dark swan was season 5, and she was hot, but definitely not a contender with flower crown emma imo

season 6 

i don’t know or remember any outfit i didn’t hate besides this one SO we’re going with it! it’s from the other shoe:

well besties, thank you for reading this unnecessary post and letting me rant and rave about emma’s fashion choices <3333 

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2:03 am - World

Pre-timeskip!Kuroo x reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, i promised myself not to repeat characters again but i still did it, even more fluff

Word count: 603

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Kuroo had always been on your side as your bestfriend. No matter it’s hangouts at Kenma’s house, midnight drives around town, or movie night sleepovers, he’s always in for you. Today is one of the days again, a tall black haired man standing at your front door.

“Tetsu, it’s 12:35 am. Why are you here?”

“Well tomorrow- i mean technically today- is Saturday and we can stay up late!”

You smiled as you shook your head at this man’s insanity.

“Sure then, my parents are out of town so we can watch movies in the living room.”

“No y/n, I was planning on going to the park.”

“The park? At midnight?”

“Uh, yea. I always wanted to try it. By the way, the sky’s pretty clear today so we might also be able to stargaze too.”

With that, you’re now out on the side walks of Tokyo, heading towards to the convenience store for snacks first before heading to the park.

“Hey Tetsu, how long are we staying there for?”

“As long as you want. Even till the sun rises is fine with me too.”

You playfully rolled your eyes.

You two continued heading to the park with the snacks, and mixed laughter from the both of you filled the silent city.

He set the snacks on the floor, and later laid there himself, motioning you to join.

“This view isn’t bad, right?”

“Mhm.”

The both of you remained quiet after that. Not that it was awkward, but instead it was comforting. As time passed, you became more and more tired. The slightly chilly breeze was comfortable, and before you knew, you’re asleep.

“Hey kitten?”

No answer.

“Are you seriously asleep?”

Kuroo turned to you, just to be met with your relaxed face and eyes closed. It’s not the first time he slept beside you, nor is it to see your sleeping state, but the scene still gives him butterflies. He sighed, as he put his red school jacket on you to keep you warm as he throws away trash and packs up the remaining snacks. After that, he picked you up to bring you back home safely.

With your body against his chest, face resting on his neck, and arms around his torso, Kuroo strolled slowly around the sleeping city. He wanted time to stop at this moment. The dusky sky, purple neon signs, along with soft sounds of distant cars passing by. Despite the weather being quite chilly and he has given his jacket to your sleeping form, Kuroo was still warm. From your steady, warm breathes, his face also turned warm. He’s sure he’ll miss this feeling. No pressure, no world, just you and him. He even heard your small mumbling against his neck, and he’s even more flustered than ever.

He started walking again. The red of his jacket on you is now jot compatible with his cheeks. Kuroo no longer made up excuses of why he’s blushing. He admitted to himself it’s not because you’re radiating some cozy warmth, or because the soft breathes you exhale out warmed his neck. It’s just because he’s holding the love of his life. With the both of you in your own world.

Bonus:

You groaned as you sat up on your bed. Kuroo beside you, still handsome as ever. He felt your movement and woke up, with his eyes met with yours.

“Tetsu, how did I get back? Weren’t we at the park?”

“Kitten, this isn’t some rocket science. I simply carried you back. Oh and by the way, thank your sleeping self for saying it first, but I love you too.”

Author’s notes: it’s much shorter than I expected 🥲but its fine i guess but i prob wont do kuroo again for a while bc i dont wanna continuously do the same characters over and over. K bye this is actually written on the 16the but ill post some other day. Im surprised its not past midnight yet tho

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