#but yeah sometimes I need to rant and I am thankful you let me do that

[lovebugism]

punchy x steve with "Why aren't we making out yet? We're 5 minutes into an argument, 5 minutes! Goodness."

thank u for requesting! :D — steve gets angry with you sometimes, but he'll never turn down an opportunity to kiss you (punchy/steve universe, angst-ish, mostly fluff, 0.8k)

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He’s so cute.

Yeah, he’s mad at you and everything, but you can’t get over how adorable he looks.

His scruffy jaw is clenched tight, and there’s a subtle furrow between his bushy brows, and his pink lips are gently pouted. His honey eyes are twinkling too — with anger, maybe, but they’re twinkling at you nonetheless.

With his sweatshirt pushed up to his elbows and his hands on his hips, how are you supposed to do anything but melt for him?

“Okay, Steve,” you huff, interjecting his longwinded rant. You cross your arms over your chest and sink further into the couch while he paces ahead of you. “I know you’re pissed at me, but—”

“Oh, that doesn’t even start to describe it,” he scoffs. His laugh verges on bitter.

“I know that.”

“I mean— I have no words.”

“Is that why you haven’t stopped bitching at me since we got home?”

He stops his pacing to gape at you. “Bitching at you?” he repeats with an incredulous gape on his pretty face. “Seriously? That’s what you think this is?”

You sigh at yourself and drop your head to the back of the couch. You don’t know how to stop saying the wrong thing. You just want him to be upset with you and be done with it, ‘cause if he doesn’t kiss you stupid soon, you’re scared you might die.

“I didn’t do anything wrong— I don’t know what you want from me!”

His brows pinch together. His pretty face swirls with hurt. 

You shrink under the suffocating weight of his obvious heartache. 

“This stuff is really important to me, babe,” Steve tells you softly, voice light and nearly breaking. “And it’s like you’re just shitting all over it.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t wanna spend my Friday night with everyone who bullied me in high school.”

“Oh, don’t play that card,” he scoffs bitterly. 

You feel the weight of his words in your chest. Like he’s taken your heart between his fingers and squeezed all the life out of it. You try not to let it hurt you. His insensitivity isn’t your fault. 

“This isn’t about them, alright? It’s a big deal for me, but you’re deciding your pride is more important.”

You huff like a dramatic teenager.

Steve laughs in response, but there’s little emotion behind it. “What? Am I annoying you now?”

“Can you just kiss me?” you blurt before you mean to.

He falters. Your plea comes out of left field, makes him forget to be angry at you for a blink of a second. “...What?”

“You can keep yelling at me after, I promise. I just wanna kiss,” you confess, features soft and squishy around the edges — filled with adoration. Your eyes sparkle when they blink up at him, with the hope that he might give in and give you the loving you need.

Steve still wants to be mad at you. He’s too stubborn for anything else. You make it real hard, but he tries to be proud about it anyway. “Why?” he presses and crosses two golden arms over his chest.

“‘Cause we’ve been arguing for five whole minutes, and we aren’t making it out yet,” you answer, voice as soft and sheepish as a child’s. You pick at the fuzz of your sweater and try hard to meet his gaze. “I think it’s gotta be some kinda record at this point.”

Steve doesn’t know how to do anything but be obsessed with you. From the arches of your eyelids, to the base of your neck, to the pudge of your tummy, to the chipped polish on your toes. Your beauty bewitches him. Surely, you must be some kind of witch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

You beam up at him, smiling so hard that it makes it hard to kiss him back. He leans down and props his weight on two hands along the back of the couch, one on either side of you. You tilt your head back in wait for his mouth. 

Steve gives you one fleeting peck — a subtle smacking of his lips to yours that he plans to tease you with after. He’ll pull back, and you’ll pout about it. “One more, Stevie, pleaseee?” you’ll drag out in that pretty voice of yours. And he’ll give you one, but only after hearing you beg a little bit more.

He ends up being the needier one, which maybe shouldn’t surprise him. One peck quickly turns into another. Then a third, lingering and languid thing after he hopelessly melts into you.

You’re the one that ultimately pulls back, lips shining and obviously well-kissed. His knees shake when you smile at him. “Okay. You can go back to being mad at me now.”

Steve shakes his head immediately. 

His tongue darts out to swipe along his rosy bottom lip. His eyes dart from your glimmering gaze to your rose-petaled mouth. “I can be mad at you later,” he insists, the warm breath of his softly spoken words brushing your chin. “Now, I just wanna kiss the life outta you.”

[on-a-lucky-tide]

As someone who wants to join the fandom more but it’s too scared to do so, I’m wondering how did you cultivated this community…? It’s so sweet to watch the way you talk to others and helping their works and such. How did you meet like…??? people ??? Like I always see you tagging the artists (ngl I found your blog because of Gomz) and I’d really want to learn, I’ve tried joining previous fandoms and it was always too competitive in some sense, like everyone was busy pushing their works for likes and retweets (maybe it’s more of a twitter thing)

Oh yeah. That's a Twitter thing. Twitter is a cesspit and I only go there for porn. The whole thing is set up to make people feel shite because people that feel shite scroll for longer/look at more adverts. Lock your account, bud. You'll feel a lot better.

But everywhere else? Gratitude and humility. Also, understanding what I wanted from fandom; a small community that hypes each other and encourages new people. Those are my bros (non-gendered). My Cakeshop Bros I found five years ago in fandom; they have slept in my spare bedroom, I've gone drinking, played boardgames, and we laid on the floor in London in a space art installation near Soho being weirdos drunk off our heads. Not just fandom friends now, friends for life.

When I first started posting for CoD, I was dead nervous as I'd been stung in a previous fandom. People took a chance on me as a new person; they reblogged my work with the sweetest tags. They hyped me. They took the time out of their day for a stranger, and they didn't have to. They coulda just read it and moved on. So, I said thank you in their inbox, or in their DMs. We started talking more, I was a bit weird and they vibed back. They are also good people. Genuinely. You mentioned Gomz; literally, so kind, so sweet. Deserves the world.

When I can, I make sure I hype them back; I wish I could do more but my job is absolute pig in terms of time. It's mock season (now over, woohoo) so I have a backlog of fics to catch up on - Nekro, Mikey, T, Oliv, Nikkie, Hexx, Gomz (who I deffo know have written), but there are probably more! I'll set a few hours aside over half term with a beer and crack on.

Also, I guarantee everyone is as nervous as you are. Everyone gets imposter syndrome. And also, everyone gets jealous. Jealousy is a natural human emotion that you need to process into something productive. "I'm jealous" = "this person is really fucking good, has worked hard, I'm gonna encourage them and learn from them because they clearly know their shit". Reframing rather than ignoring or letting it fester. They're just people after all and probably shitting themselves as much as I was.

I also guarantee you I am not everyone's cup of tea. And that's ok. Letting go of the burning desire to be liked by all, sometimes at the expense of my own bloody happiness and seeing it as a personal failing if I wasn't, was probably one of the most powerful things I did for myself over the last five years. The only thing I care about in regards to others is if I acted with integrity and kindness (not necessarily niceness). That's all I can control.

Sorry, mate. That came off as a bit of a rant! But uh, don't be scared. Keep reaching out. Be feral.

[kikiwie]

too good to be true

part 2

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r.suna

here he was again. his sister's slime phase didn’t last more than 20 minutes, and that was the amount of time it took her to empty out the glue bottles.

now she insisted, practically begged, getting on her knees crying, saying she needed these orbeez stress balls.

he grumbled as he made his way to the store that started all his traumas.

going inside, thankfully no tripping happened! looking around the store, he couldn’t find what his sister wanted. yet he continued looking because she said this store had them, and he really didn’t want to deal with her whining.

“excuse me, do you need help?” a voice startled him, and he looked back. his mouth went dry as he saw you, as beautiful as yesterday. “oh! you’re the guy from yesterday!”

can the floor swallow him now?

“oh, sorry! do you need help?” you looked at him patiently with your pretty eyes, and he felt his face warm up slightly. “yeah, um, i’m looking for these orbeez stress balls? i don’t really know what they are. my sister wanted one.”

“oh! yeah, of course. here, follow me.” walking away, he noticed you sometimes glancing back to make sure you were following him and didn’t run away.

although that’s what he really wanted to do, he couldn’t embarrass himself in front of you any more than he already has.

stopping in front of a stand with toys, you handed him the stress relief toy he was looking for. “thank you.” suddenly the stress reliever looked more interesting to look at than at you, and he was sure he was blushing.

“yeah, of course, if you need anything else, let me know, i’ll be at the counter!” with that you left, and he wanted to tweak out. this wasn’t very nonchalant of him.

he needed something for this stress placed upon him. on the way to the counter, he made sure to grab some chuppets.

placing everything on the counter, you peeked at the chuppets he grabbed. “chuppet lover, huh?” of course, noticing the teasing tone, he smirked, now this was something he was good at. “hmm, yeah, what about it?”

you laughed, and now he was back to acting like a buffoon. “nothing! i like chuppets too.”

he suddenly was a chuppet enthusiast.

“actually, for laughing at you the other day, it’s on me.” you smiled up at him, and suddenly he was desperate to see it more. “you don’t have to.” handing you the money you refused. “i want to, don’t worry.”

well, who was suna to say no to you?

“okay, thank you.” he smiled sincerely, and now it was your turn to blush. “of course!” you put everything in a bag and gave it to him. he looked at you, getting a good look at you, before turning to leave, opening his bag of chuppets.

it’s now or never.

“wait!”

he looked back at you, chuppet in his mouth, and the sight was quite endearing. fingers playing with each other and your gaze looking away, he thought you looked so cute. “by any chance… could i, uh… have your number…?”

let’s just say he choked on his chuppet. embarrassing.

“oh my gosh, sorry! it’s just that…” you started going on a rant, running to pat his back, and when he stopped, he looked up at you with a red face. “yeah, sure, you can have my number.”

he started thanking his sister and her demands that led up to this moment. after exchanging numbers and goodbyes, he handed you a chuppet and left.

maybe coming to this store wasn’t so bad after all.

(suna ended up texting you until 12 am that day) although he was having a “sleepover” with the twins

if you wanna read pt.1 & pt.3 <3

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[redbleedingrose]

okay first, this one is going to be for my chunky girlies, i’ve been thinking about how much he loves how round your belly is, how nice it feels to just caress while spooning or hugging you from behind, or pressed against his rock hard torso. he could find so much comfort (and lust) in your plush build, you can’t even fathom how much this male worships the ground you walk on bc of your looks. your thighs? need to be wrapped around his face at all times, or else he will cry. your belly? either in his face, or pressed against him, or in his hands. i am firmly convinced that this male loves to just rest his large ass hand on your tummy when ever you two are with people. he squishes it, rubs it soothingly when your sad (or he is), bites it a lil, blows raspberries on it to be goofy and a pain in the ass, traces your stretch marks absentmindedly wigh admiration after sex. cassian just really loves his chubby girl okay?

Cassian is a chubby girl lover fs, no doubt in my mind, forever and always

18+ NSFW

Cassian lives in my mind forever.

IDK why, but Cass truly is the bat boy that I think would love chubby girls the most. OFC Rhys and Az would too, but Cassian lives for the chub. He lives for your plush belly, constantly rubbing it and patting on it. His left hand practically lives on your belly, with his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you right at the plush. The warmth is a constant presence there and it just makes you feel utterly protected. He cannot get enough of how your belly rounds against his hand and how soft you feel.

Any time he can get your shirt off, he will. “Jus’ for a little bit baby, lemme see you,” and “wanna feel you s’bad sweetheart,” and “so gorgeous f’me sweet girl” and “look how stunning’ you are pretty.” He has multiple reasons for doing this. First, he loves randomly bending down and blowing raspberries on your belly to make you laugh. This male has also spent every second memorizing your stretch marks, staring at them honestly makes him go feral. Second, the general loves running his hands against them, the callouses just brushing over your soft skin and feeling the small ridges that come with stretch marks. He spends a lot of time kissing each and every stretch mark and making sure that you know how much he adores them.

After a long day, he loves to stuff his face into your belly. It is his comfort spot. Cass truly gets all grumpy when you have your arms crossed over your midsection to cover yourself and tugs your arms away, “stop that pretty girl, y’know I wanna see you,” and “c’mon sweetheart don’t hide from me,” with the biggest pout because he is the WORST Illyrian baby. He will give you the silent treatment if you don’t let him shove his face into your tummy. “Hmph, gimme tummy time or else…” 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 It is sometimes the only thing that will lighten his mood. Sometimes he will throw you over his shoulder, regardless of whatever you are doing, wether it is cooking or cleaning or reading or doing your makeup, if he is grumpy, you will be thrown over his shoulder and he will be landing a smack to your ass as he carries you over to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you and shoving your shirt up so he can stuff his face into your belly, forcing your hands into his hair and then shoving his arms around your waist as he grumbles about how, “Az is bein a lil’ bitch, won’t go sledding down the mountain range w’me.” And all you can do is grin and stroke his hair while he rants about, “Yeah sure its ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible,’ but c’mon it’s fun and we can use the sleds that are stuffed in the shed of the cabin. Sure those sleds are centuries old and fallin apart and will probably break as we go down the hill and get us killed, but at least it would be fun. HMPH.” You silently thank Azriel for being the rational one of the two while cooing down at your pouty mate and letting him bite softly are ur chub and kiss your stretch marks to calm himself.

Cass thinks you are the softest and warmest being ever. He constantly wants you close by to let your heat radiate off you, or because he wants to hold you. His love language is touch and he will show you that forevermore. Holding hands is a must, your hands barely fit into his, literally his hand can make a fist around yours because of the size difference, but he loves when you grab at his palm or a couple of his fingers. You are running your fingers along his hands and feeling at each of the callouses and bruised knuckles from training, and you bring his hands up for a smooch to his palm every so often that has his entire being flush. He also loves to guide you, resting his hand against your back to direct you through a crowd or in a certain direction. It settles him to know that he can take care of you in every way. Truly, when you are with him, you have no concerns because you know that he will protect and love you more than anyone else ever could. He also plays with your hair on a constant basis, pushing tendrils back behind your ear whenever he kisses your chubby cheeks or plants a kiss on those pouty lips whenever he gets cuteness aggression towards you and squeezes your cheeks and pulls you in for a million smooches all over your face and neck. He braids your hair into traditional Illyrian braids just like how his mother used to braid her hair and he thinks you look breathtaking.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR THIGHS. IF YOU HAVE BIG THIGHS??? ITS OVER FOR YOU!!!! CASSIAN WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF BED WITH THOSE THIGHS!!!!

He wants them wrapped around his face always. His hand will always be resting on your thigh trying to pull you closer to him when you are seated together, and when he can’t pull you any closer because your thigh is fully pressed against his, he will force your leg over his to rest and will stroke your soft skin. Sometimes, he likes to lightly pinch it or smack it so he can watch it jiggle, and others he just likes to have your thigh to squeeze onto. Cass is always leaving marks all over your thighs, whether its from his hands spanking you when he is pounding the living daylights out of you until you are a crying, babbling mess or its from biting your flesh while he spends hours licking and sucking at your cunt. You are guaranteed to always have his mark on your thighs at all times. He loves fucking your thighs too, the soft supple flesh against his hard cock has him spilling all over you, coating you. While we are on the subject, he fucking loves releasing on your tits and tummy. Maybe it is the primal Illyrian male in him, but seeing you marked with his cum immediately has him hardening all over again.

Cass worships the ground you walk on without a doubt. He aches for you at a base level and is thinking about you always. He adores your body and he adores your mind even more. You are without a doubt in his mind, the most perfect being to be created by the gods, you are beautiful inside and out and he will never be able to get enough of you. He often thinks he is undeserving to be blessed with a mate who is as ethereal as the mother herself. He would spend every day the rest of his life proving to you (even though he never has to) how much he loves you. You never have to spend a second doubting that he loves you.

I mean even when he is grumpy that you wont take off your shirt and he is pouting and has his back turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest, he has his foot reaching over to hook around yours to pull you close. The male refuses to make eye contact till you show him your tits but is huffing into your neck and collarbone and planting kisses all over your skin with gentle bites because he can’t ever get enough.

[waterfallofspace]

Little personal/rant/vent thingy under cut, real life stuff so feel free to skip over, just need a place to put it~ <3

had a 'situationship' (hate the term but.... what else can I call it T-T) thing end in early october/november, and... honestly I was doing pretty good with it all, but then the Lonely[tm] just kinda struck and-

man idk, sometimes it's just hard to be alone~ I am usually pretty good at it honestly, I try to find good friends and hold them close, find communities I fit into and interact in there, spend time with family, etc etc, but I am quite an anxious person, and ever since moving (leaving my only 2 irl friends behind) i almost never leave the house unless it's to go somewhere with family- yeah I just, feel the alone a little more lately~

I think partially bc that situationship was the first time I had an online friend visit, the first time I had anything close to a partner in person, first time I got cuddles, first time I had someone induce for me irl, first time for a lot of those things, the biggest one I can't get out of my head being having someone cuddle/share a bed. Just waking up to them there, or having them fall asleep hugging my leg or arm... memories I thought I was mostly over, that are starting to burn again~

yeah uh- all in all, just a bit lonely <3 and i have good friends, I do, but recently a few of them had a bit of a falling out, and my main two are getting married to each other, and already starting to form their own life that I'm less a part of [which is so fair, but I can't help feeling a bit left behind.. <3] so it's all been a bit much, and I've just....

well! this is my post so I'm gonna just say it! I've been missing having someone I can just go to and be like Hey. Let's just sit together and listen to music and watch videos and do some fun lil snz things together, just get our minds off the world and just Exist in Our Space with Just Us. Didn't realize how nice I had it with them, and didn't realize how much I'd be missing it <3 not just the snz stuff obviously, but honestly!!! i miss that too. they were not only so sweet and open about it, making me feel so safe, but dammit they were adorable~

cried like hell when they flew home, kinda knew this was gonna be a once in a lifetime experience with them, even though we didn't really say it out loud, it hurt for awhile, stopped hurting, thought it was over, pain came back~ guess I should listen to what I've been telling my other friends, grief [of any kind] comes in waves~

anyways if you made it to the end of this, uh- I'm sorry?~ and thank you, genuinely <3 even if you don't say anything or like this, just kinda- I know I read others vents like this sometimes and just feel a bit bad with nothing to add, but sometimes it just helps to know the words don't just exist in your own brain, that maybe others have seen them too, so if you just read this and nothing else, thank you <3 truly~

[tachimichishrine]

i’ve found someone who writes for tachi?? omg?? you’re writing is so amazing i love it! can i req an x reader where she’s like chuuya’s subordinate in the pm so she’s higher ranking than tachihara but takes an interest in him bc, hello?? who wouldn’t? so she starts to play specific moves that draw them closer together (ngl im thinking mastermind by taylor swift if yk the song) and when they’re finally dating he confesses that he knew what she was doing the whole time? aka intelligent slightly manipulative reader thinking she’s being slick abt it. thank youu!

<welcome to the corner of tumblr where we worship tachi and have no shame about it !!!!!!!!!!! OH FUCK YEAH I love this ask I love the idea and I love you, i've never heard that song before but woah it got my brain juices flowing, sorry it took centuries but here you go luv ♡>

"mastermind"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chuuya's subordinate! reader

warnings: mention of drugs/alcohol and drink spiking (dont try this at home kids) ; a little bit of gore/torture but it's one sentence ; for some reason there are some elements of kind of sort of yandere!reader that just manifested themselves grgrgr but barely i promiseee ; fluff + plot ; cursing n intended lowercase

it was the middle of the night, and your phone wouldn't stop ringing. you tried snoozing it, turning it on silent but it would keep vibrating on the night table aggressively. against your better judgement, you picked it up and took a look at the caller id.

"boss man 🤏🧍"

well, you couldn't ignore that.

"what the fuck do you want you short little shit, it's 2 in the fucking morning," you grumbled, then cleared your throat before actually pressing the green icon to pick up the line. "hello, boss. is there anything I can-"

"cut the bull, where the hell are you?"

"um, at home? sleeping?" you raised a brow that he couldn't see. "am I supposed to be somewhere?"

"you- forget about it. just get here, now."

now, he was really getting on your nerves. "get where? I can't read your mind, boss, what-"

he hung up.

you didn't have a problem with chuuya in general; he was a decent guy, sometimes. you got assigned to work under him in the fallout of his partner, the famed demon prodigy, disappearing. of course, he didn't want anything to do with you at first, and you would've felt the same if mori wasn't breathing down your neck to keep on it. so, you kept showing up on his missions a few minutes before he arrived, the information already extracted or people already beat to a pulp.

he still wouldn't budge, so you had enough of working so hard just to be his subordinate and exploded at him one day. he could barely get a word in as you yelled loudly and ranted about his inability to accept help. while he was speechless in the aftermath, you just sighed tiredly, handed him your phone number and said that you weren't going away anytime soon and you'd appreciate it if he would just let you work for him already. time passed and eventually you got his trust.

what you didn't get, however, was an explanation for why you were rushing to slide into clothing fit for the outside world and making your way to the port mafia headquarters. it was the only place he could mean, so you ran over there with guns strapped to your thighs and safety off. you had to plan for whatever the hell might've been going on, but all you saw was a nearly empty lobby.

you cursed under your breath, irritated that you busted your ass for no reason. from the corner of your eye, you found a familiar face and approached him.

"hirotsu," you walked over with a pissed expression, "do you know where chuuya is?"

"oh, chuuya isn't here. he told me he'd be sending someone to deal with it," he said following a polite nod of the head. "he needed the black lizard to perform a mission, but he's unavailable tonight. so, he said that he'd send you."

"he's unavailable?" your eyes nearly bulged straight out of your skull, but you caught the slight squint in his face. "oh. he's drunk out of his mind, isn't he?"

hirotsu nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. mori only gave him this assignment tonight, and he was already intoxicated when he got the call. I was with him when it happened, so I suggested he call you."

"oh, he so owes me one after tonight," you chuckled, less angry now that you realized he was probably just collapsed on his couch at home and will have the worst hangover the next morning, which you could easily mock him for. well, at least that brightened your mood a little, aside from seeing the black lizard in action. you'd heard of them, ordered massacres through hirotsu but never been there to witness it. that would definitely be fun. "sooo, what exactly do I need to do? just be there or something? yell out 'fire!' like some kind of medieval war commander? 'cause I've always wanted to do that."

the old man was slightly amused by all of your excitement regarding the concept. he said that he just needed someone to be there in case, and you were technically of a higher ranking than he was. you told him that he was such a stickler for hierarchy; he retorted that you sounded like some guy he worked with named tachihara. who that was, you hadn't a clue, but you were assured he'd be there alongside another leader of the battalion.

the rest was a lot less interesting than you thought it would be. you strolled into an abandoned warehouse where the enemy was based with a small army behind you, and you stood there while they lined themselves at your side and waited for your word. you went against your inner child and ordered them to fire in a normal voice rather than a stupidly dramatic one, then you just watched the bodies fall. you glanced at the side to see hirotsu, who was intently scanning his surroundings to make sure there were no tricks. by his side, you saw a masked person and another man who was half-asleep, leaning against the wall.

you fell hard to the sound of gunshots.

maybe it was the way his entire body leaned onto the worn concrete, the way his foot was flattened against the wall and his hips slumped lopsidedly, the way his v-neck plunged down his chest from under his coat, the way his jaw sat tight and clenched despite his slender neck bending backwards to rest the weight of his head behind him. you pulled your gaze off of him since you were afraid of staring, but everyone was already dead and hirotsu was commanding the nameless suits back to hq. the man opened one eye - fuck, they were a glossy amber, some of the prettiest you'd ever seen - and scoffed while he followed them out. he walked like a textbook delinquent, hands in his pockets with awful posture, and you just watched him.

shit, what just happened? you exchanged some brief words with hirotsu as he thanked you for showing up, but all went over your head. you blurted out the question before you could think twice.

"which one of them was tachihara? out of the two who came with us. since, y'know, you were mentioning him earlier..." since, y'know, you couldn't get the picture of your mystery man out of your head and you needed to know his name.

following the affirmation that it was indeed the man with the bandage on his face, you at least had a name as you flopped back into bed at 5 in the morning. you didn't sleep, and you sure as hell couldn't get your heart to stop beating so fast.

something had unhinged inside of you, and all you knew was that you were going to have him.

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"boss, what'd'ya want me to do to 'em?" you yawned, half-asleep as you sat next to the hungover mafioso who was holding some kind of mystery drink in his hand while the other shielded his eyes from the light of day. you came over to his apartment - something which you knew he hated but was in no position to protest right now - and were simultaneously nursing him back to health and being a pain in his ass. "if word gets out that we annihilated the organization but two of their executives are still alive, our rep would take a hit."

"can you shut the fuck up," he groaned, body slumping further onto his fancy kitchen counter while you continued to laugh internally at him and his slightly pathetic situation.

"look, boss, I'll tell you what," you leaned down to his crouched over height and placed a cautious hand on his shoulder, "I'll take care of it. the whole thing. I just need your permission to grab the black lizard if I need 'em for support, but I can make sure it all goes away. and you can just sit today out and spend all day in bed if that's what you want. how does that sound, boss?"

he grumbled and passed out again; you took that as a yes.

you smiled to yourself as you picked up the unconscious body bridal-style, walked over to his bedroom and set him down. he complained loudly in undefined slurring, but you just shushed him and tucked him in under the covers. he was still trying to argue with you when you removed his hat, placed it at his bedside and then gently kissed his forehead and wished him a good nap. it was a little ironic just how much your boss felt like an uncontrollable younger sibling, but you would never say it to his face as you enjoyed the use of your unfractured limbs.

you tiptoed your way out of the apartment and the building, despite being fairly certain that not even an earthquake could disturb his slumber, with parts and pieces of your plan coming together. what you said was true, you did need to take care of those surviving executives. but you didn't really need the black lizard.

you only needed him.

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tachihara heard a gentle cocking of the gun as you glanced in his direction, waiting confirmation that he was indeed ready to storm the facility. you had managed to track down the runaways and corner them in their hideout, and decided you'd call for "backup"; you asked hirotsu for someone who was good with guns and mid-range fighting, since you knew that if you didn't specify, you might end up with the other commander of the black lizard. you didn't like leaving things to chance.

you tilted your head to the side, giving the signal for him to go ahead and sneak down the next hallway. he was eerily good on his feet, light steps as if he were made to be a spy. you did a lot of infiltration work on chuuya's behalf (his face - rather, his short frame - were too easily recognizable on the streets), and every second got you thinking of ways to subtly suggest to him that he provide backup once more on any one of your numerous infiltration missions.

for his part, tachihara didn't seem to be noticing all the coincidences lately. he didn't appear particularly deft or clueless, just indifferent as if he truly couldn't care less. instead of a faint pang in the backrooms of your heart, you felt a sense of challenge, like it was your mission to get him to fall for you because the good things in life are worth fighting for. besides, where's the fun in it if he wasn't playing hard to get?

the mission went by in a blur. you mimicked his mannerisms, ensuring that your movements were perfectly synced with his so that your gunshots felt more like a dance, synchronized bullet ballet. when all was done and the bodies were dropped, you shot him a faint smile.

he raised a brow, perplexed at your joy among the sea of blood, but you began clutching at your chest like he'd shot you with his glare and he chuckled a little bit. you could've sworn you fell in love with him all over again.

"say, I was wondering..." you thought out loud as you crouched down to the body of the target, pulling out a knife from your calf, "are you new? in the port mafia, I mean. I've been here ages and I don't think I would've forgotten someone who shoots like you do."

leaning on the wall while he watched you carve out their skin, peeling off a specific section that had their organization's signature tattoo, tachihara scoffed. "what's it to you?"

"just makin' small talk, don't get your panties in a twist sweetheart," you snickered, albeit screaming a little internally; you didn't expect him to be so resistant. you bagged the proof you needed to show your boss that you got the job done, then rose back to your feet. "alright, we're done here. thanks for the backup."

"wasn't like it was my choice," he rolled his eyes, although you didn't sense any true irritation in his voice. good, this is good, you can work with that.

"wasn't your choice, huh?" you repeated to yourself out loud. "how 'bout this, then: I'm gonna go grab a drink, so it'd be your choice if ya wanted to tag along, no?"

he murmured something about being busy and you tried not to let him see you frown as you walked out.

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this was your fifth "coincidence".

coincidentally, tachihara ended up needing to hand-deliver a message to chuuya, but you coincidentally bumped into him and promised to pass it on. he looked at you a bit suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

coincidentally, you were out drinking with hirotsu on the same day he was going to join the old man. you wouldn't go so far as to say that you played a part in the veteran's sudden diarrhea that left you two alone, but then again it was quite odd that you slipped some sort of substance in his drink right before. not that anyone saw, of course.

coincidentally, weeks of coincidences paid off. every time you'd run into him, need the black lizard or the other way around, he was starting to loosen up. you had a number of inside jokes and he spoke a little more on missions.

this time, you had to go negotiate with a foreign organization from which you imported an important number of your firearms. chuuya was available to go, but you pleaded with him to let you do this on your own, making up some lie about how sending an underling instead of an executive would show them that they are not the ones in control. he seemed skeptical but let you go.

soon afterwards, you whipped out your phone to dial his number.

"it's so unfair!" you complained to tachihara, groaning loudly as you combed through your closet for the right outfit for the occasion. "like I get it, he's busy and all, but dumping a mission on me last minute? sheesh, that's a cheap move, especially from chuuya. I've got 2 hours to figure out what the fuck I'm going to say to these people."

you left the phone on speaker while you pressed dresses against your figure, glancing in the mirror to see if it was the right one. "and it's a big organization, too! I have no idea what I'm going to do if things go south except get my brains blown out."

lies. if things went south, you would easily be able to make your way out unscathed. you were the right hand woman to a port mafia executive, not a scared little girl, but he didn't need to know that right now.

"would'ya like me to tag along? if they see one person, it might look like you were sent as a sacrifice, but if we're two, they'll know we mean business," he offered, as planned. you pumped your fists in the air and contained a squeal.

"hm? oh, you don't need to do that, tachi," you said softly, sliding out of your clothes and into your form-fitting outfit, making sure to check out your ass and reaffirm that you looked stunning. "wait! I'm just kidding," you giggled playfully, "it would mean a lot if you did. thanks."

he chuckled the faintest amount, and you made plans for when and where to meet. you told him that it was a high-end restaurant, so he'd need to wear something fancy enough to blend in, but of course the high-end restaurant was your idea. you'd planned it all in advance, setting up a corner in the back of a place that the mafia had under their thumb and inviting the organization there.

a date, it was a date, and it didn't matter if he didn't know it.

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"you look stunning, dear." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, looking up with soft eyes you'd never have expected. he pulled out a seat for you and called the waiter to get you a cold glass of water.

unfortunately, "he" was the executive from the other organization, not tachihara.

awkwardly, your plus one stood in the corner with the rest of the guards, shooting you occasional glares that basically screamed, "why did I volunteer to do this, again?" you just laughed internally and told yourself that you'd take him out again as a way to make up for it, which was your goal all along. you adored it when all the pieces fell into place.

the negotiations were flawless. the man across the table from you seemed to be very willing to cooperate, and you figured his slight cracks at flirting might've been a part of it. the other part was that he looked positively jet lagged and you might've put a little something in his wine to mellow him out. you were sure he would've reached the same conclusion if he was sober, this was just a harmless little nudge in the right direction.

"10% increase on the price for a 20% increase on the quantity of firearms imported, then," you reiterated, smiling sweetly at him while he agreed to double what someone in their right mind would ask for. "lovely doing business with you, sir. I'm glad this didn't have to escalate."

he smiled softly, offering you his hand to help you up then nodding his head towards the exit so his goons would follow him out. you looked at the piece of paper he'd slid into your palm, a phone number etched into it, then watched him looking back at you with a wink. for a moment, you could've sworn you'd almost forgotten about tachihara.

"that was boring as fuck," he strolled over to you, clicking his tongue as he complained about his feet hurting from standing there for so long, saying that he wouldn't have worn a goddamn suit and tagged along if he knew all he would be doing is watching you flirt with some guy."

"that," you stressed, pocketing the number but trying not to think about it, "was not flirting. if I was whoring myself out for the mafia, believe me I'd put myself down with my own hand."

"oh yeah? brave words for a woman with a dress that tight on her ass," he scoffed, crossing his arms before he realized what he'd just said.

"tachi, you lookin' at my ass?"

he seemed at a loss for words, huffing angrily as he walked out and you laughed to yourself. he was so cute when he got angry.

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tachihara michizou was not an idiot.

he, however, did not know what to make of your behaviour towards him.

all these run-ins, all your conveniently-timed missions where you were down one person, every text you seemed to send at the perfect time. he knew your gaze lingered on him and he knew that you wore that dress for him, but he couldn't be sure about it.

confirmation came when he was casually chatting with chuuya over drinks.

"my damn subordinate has been so fucking weird lately," the executive slurred, gesturing for another glass while he toyed with the empty one. "reminds me of that fucking dazai... always plotting some kind of shit..."

"she sounded kind of pissed with you 'cause of that last gig with the firearms dealers," he retorted before downing his shot and slamming his fist on the counter out of adrenaline. "since you dumped it on her."

"huh?! the fuck you mean, dump it on her? she was practically beggin' me for that job, said she didn't want any backup either. I'm telling you, tachi, that chick's gone mad."

so it was a lie, when you called him, complaining. he wondered what else was a lie, but then he wondered why you would lie about that.

as if on cue, a message popped up on his phone with your name on it.

"are you free tonight?"

so he wasn't imagining things. for some reason, it got his heart beating, thinking about the fact that someone would do that for him. but, before he could respond, another ping:

"I got shot sorry lol I have no idea why I made it sound like I was asking you out. could you bring a first aid kit or something? thanks a ton!!"

he concluded on the fact that you were confusing, and that he wouldn't say anything about it, especially since you probably think you're incredibly slick about it. instead, tachihara excused himself from a very drunk chuuya and said he had to go.

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"ow, ow, ow! fuck, why don't you just pour the whole damn bottle on there, while you're at i- fuck!"

the whining was hard. you had to do it manually, making sure you actually sounded like you were in pain when really, your "fever" was from all the heat of feeling tachihara's hands on you as he dabbed the wound.

ironically enough, this wasn't planned. you genuinely did fuck up, the man you never called seemed to want revenge because he sent a few people to kidnap you. you only got grazed while you took care of all the henchmen, but it still hurt like a little bitch.

he was the first place your mind went to, as always. you managed to get yourself home but you couldn't reach the spot on the bottom of your ribcage where it sliced open without feeling a lot of pain.

and so, you just turned it into an opportunity to get him in your house, sitting on your couch, his hands on your skin that was barely covered by your shirt. the alcohol he was pouring onto the wound hurt but you couldn't feel anything except pure ecstacy.

"say, you're not bad at this," you fake winced as he pinched the skin together and just put a bunch of superglue on it. "you got... gah, you got experience as a medic or somethin'?"

"how exactly did this happen?" he ignored your question and instead helped you up slightly so he could wrap the bandages around your torso.

"remember the guy from the other night? well, he gave me his number and I never called, so he got butthurt and sent some goons to fuckin' kidnap me. or kill me, I'm not sure. I didn't really pause to ask 'em."

he looked as if he almost didn't believe you, pulling down your shirt and gently tapping on the spot he bandaged. "there, you're all set."

"thanks again," you smiled at him, groaning a bit as you sat upright. "I know it's late and you were probably doing some other shit."

then a slight pause. "if you want to crash on my couch instead of walkin' home, I don't mind."

the walk wasn't long, and he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't tell you that. he just helped you walk over to your bed then got himself comfortable on your sofa.

you'd never been happier to get shot. maybe the universe was finally on your side, in its own weird way.

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the wound was fully healed and tachihara was yours.

it was the perfect excuse to him check on you, to have him come over and stay over as "protection in case someone tries to kill you again". both of you knew your excuse was bullshit, your plotting to get him by your side so painfully obvious now that he was getting closer and closer to you. by the time he was making visits on his own and smiling at you in the hallways at the port mafia, you didn't need to do anything anymore.

it was a wordless confession; both of you walking in the streets at night, going nowhere and not saying much. it was cold and you could see both of your breaths swirling in the air. you blinked and suddenly your faces were close, too close, and your body was leaning in on its own. his lips tasted like something your mind could've never guessed.

nevertheless, you were still addicted.

something about the kiss felt effortless, too. like you didn't need to do anything, say anything to get him to wrap his hands around your hips and pull you in close. this was the way it should be, easy and effortless. like you could wait patiently and he'd fall in love with you all on his own.

"have you seen my holster?" he called out weeks later as you laid down on your couch, reading a book as he looked around for the item.

"it's over here!" you called out, the holster expertly hidden in between the cushions because you wanted him to come over to you and find it. as he walked over to you, watching you wave it while dangling on your finger, a teasing look on your features.

"you're a conniving little shit, you know that?" he sighed with a soft smile, glancing at your hands as you set down the book by your side then sitting by your side. "if you wanna talk to me, you can ask like a regular person, y'know?"

his wide smirk as he looked at you pout, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you fake-sobbed into his chest. "you're so mean, thinking I'm lying!"

he grabbed your chin, gaze directly settling onto you with a look that said not to bullshit him. "you think I don't notice? when you kept bumping into me, us getting paired up on missions, even that time you said chuuya 'dumped' that job on you? yeah, you're cute but you're not a great liar."

you furrowed your brows. "if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"'cause I wanted you to tell me yourself."

"asshole," you pouted, laughing as you leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just didn't think... never mind, it worked, didn't it?"

he rolled over, laying you down on the couch and settling himself on top of you, making sure you were trapped. "being all cryptic now, aren't we?"

"maybe," you muttered between kisses, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him deeper. "... maybe... maybe you were just... I dunno, so pretty, and I thought 'fuck, he'd never go for me' and... I don't know, it's not important..."

"aw, look at you, gettin' all soft 'n mushy," he chuckled into your neck, smiling at your words while his teeth graze the tip of your earlobe. "keep talking 'bout how out of your league that I am."

"oh, shut up," you whispered, grabbing a handful of his hair and bringing his lips back onto yours so he would stop talking. "I'm tryin to open up here, you smug dipshit."

he grinned as his hand went down in between your thighs, parting them and opening up your legs. "I like the sound of that."

you squealed playfully and rolled him over, but the couch wasn't wide enough and you both fell onto the floor with a dull thud and a frenzy of laughter.

"seriously, though," he brushed your hair out of your face and pulled your hips so you were snug on him while you caught your breath and lowered yourself to kiss him again, "you're talkin' nonsense, baby."

"mmn, if you say so," rolled right onto his tongue. you believed his words, or maybe you didn't, but it barely mattered. he was here now, in your arms and telling you everything you wanted to hear. he said that he knew of your antics, yet the truth was that he couldn't do a damn thing about it if he wanted to.

all because you're a mastermind.

[faithst]

ZB1 WHEN YOU ARE HAVING EXAMS

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff

warnings mentions of food

notes me? your favourite zb1 writer ⁉️ pls im so touched, ilysm🥹 i hope your exams go by smoothly and thank you for requesting, ina ! i hope you enjoy this (i went to do this so fast bcuz of ur exams 💕)

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

so affectionate 🥹

soothing touches like tracing circles on your free hand while you study

reassures you alot like “you’re gonna do great”

listens to your rants and complaints abt a certain topic/subject you don’t like

his reaction to that is literally: “oh, it must be hard.” ☹️

always tells you that he is proud of you

overall comforts you as much as he can

“you have all the time you need, take it easy.”

— sung hanbin

worried 24/7 for you

not bcuz he thinks that you’ll do bad but because he doesn’t want to see you so stressed out

always supervising you cuz he doesn’t want you overworking yourself

maybe even more stressed than you 😭

insists you take a break even when you started studying like 15 minutes ago 😃

makes sure you take care of yourself while also putting your all into studies

hands you meals and drinks himself just so it’s easier for you

“remember that i always am and will be proud of you.”

— seok matthew

learns the subjects just to help you

sometimes, you end up teaching him a thing or two

creates a study timetable for you

his motivation makes you motivated; win-win ‼️

maybe a bit too motivated…

gives you questions during the most random times throughout the day 🫢

you’re brushing your teeth? question.

you’re taking out the trash? question.

his motto is ‘no pain, no gain’

“don’t fall asleep just yet, i have another question!”

— shen ricky

knows exactly when to help you or to give you space to study

if he sees you studying, he won’t disturb you

but if he sees you procrastinating, he uses the power of ✨bribery✨

“if you get an A on this test, i’ll buy you anything you want”

boom ez motivation 💥

“finish these questions and i’ll give you one of my photocards” “i want a jiwoong photocard though..”

isn’t jealous at all because secretly, he wants a jiwoong photocard too 🤫

“i’ve ordered 2 jiwoong pc’s!” “wait, why two?”

— park gunwook

helps you study 🤞

one condition tho; a kiss for some help

gives you tips and tricks on how to answer questions precisely

also gives you all his notes

makes sure you get enough sleep the night before an exam so you won’t be tired while answering it

very experienced in these matters 👍

when you feel like giving up, he gives you a motivational speech that would inspire many

very very very patient in teaching you so that you don’t feel pressured

“you got this one correct, you’re amazing!”

— kim taerae

he sees you studying and thinks that you’re very hardworking

therefore, he doesn’t want to bother you

absolutely silent whenever you study because any form of noise can be disturbing

like he tiptoes around 😭

but when you’re done, he asks if you need anything

a hug, a kiss, ricky’s wallet? he can give you them all

okay, maybe not the last one but you get what i mean

he convinces you to think that you’re the smartest person ever 🫵

“you’re gonna kill this!”

— kim gyuvin

he tries to help you study and cheer you up

as in, he doesn’t want to see you stressed so he cracks a joke or two 🤝

it becomes very distracting but he has good intentions

“do you know how to do this?” you ask, pointing to a question

“let me see…” bringing the book towards his face, squinting his eyes

places back the book in front of you “yeah, no. sorry..” 😃

eventually you ask him to be a bit more quiet and he has his lips shut

but he’s always in the room while you study whenever you need a joke to hear

“no joke, you’re the smartest person i know”

— kim jiwoong

checks up on you ALOT

gives you shoulder and head massages to release the tension you have there

goes up to you and rubs your shoulders 🫠

“hey, you deserve a break. let’s go for a walk.”

with him, all your worries disappear and suddenly you’re like ‘the tests are gonna be so easy’

if you just happen to become slightly anxious; he will notice

comes up to you to give you a kiss 💋

which breaks you from all bad thoughts

“after your exams are over, i’ll take you somewhere nice.”

— han yujin

studies with you cuz he most likely is also having exams 🤝

if he doesn’t understand, he asks you and vice versa

sometimes he spaces out and you have to bring him back to reality

when you’re really worried and start saying ‘what if’s’

he gives a whole list on why you’re going to get good grades

“firstly, you’re good at everything you do. secondly, i think you’re smarter than gunwook hyung.” 😦

before the exams start, he makes sure to say good luck to you

“i don’t need to say this because you always do so well but good luck!”

© keiwook

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[nebula-blitzar]

Just kinda in the mood to post this so like

There’s a lot of rumors and speculations on how Fizz and Oz met and when so I thought I would share my personal theory.

I think when the incident first occurred, Mam freaked the fuck out because he had just signed a contract, had been doing work for him on the side, and made him lots of money. So Mam calls up Oz and asks him for prosthetics for cheap. They were decent quality (especially for the price,) and Oz had written instructions and stuck them to the prosthetics so Mam would see them. Mam, being the lazy ass he is, threw them away and just gave Fizz the prosthetics, with no guidance on how to use them.

Now Fizz was further indebted to Mammon, so he couldn’t really leave. He worked full time for him, and was still paid as much as he needed to get by (decent apartment, food). At some point along this timeline, Mam also had Asmodeus make the Fizz-bots, which lightened the load. But Fizz’s performances became more intense, and further put stress on him.

I do want to note I have a theory that imps with irises (all the time) have chronic anxiety or other problems. Since other imps’ irises only appear when they’re upset in some way, shape, or form. So that would be Barb, Blitzø, and Fizz. Cash didn’t have irises, but Tilla did, and since she was sick and shit, it kinda makes sense.

So with all of this stuff happening to Fizz and around Fizz with no one to help him, he had worsened anxiety. But he kept performing since he felt so indebted to Mammon. Around the four and a quarter year mark, Fizz started to feel some pain where his limbs were attached to his body. So he asked Mammon. Mam, being the asshole he is, said no, obviously, so he just kinda..kept performing through the pain.

Since the pain was persistent enough to get in the way of Fizz’s performances, he kept asking Mammon. Finally, Mam let him go do it so he would shut up about it. So Fizz and Oz finally got to meet in person, and they learned the problem was basically some pretty severe friction burns from not wearing them properly (y’know since Mam threw the instructions away) and so Oz was pissed about Mammon not listening to him (as always) and wanted to call him to give him a piece of his mind.

Fizz stops him, saying it’s a bad idea, and that Fizz will get in more trouble, so he doesn’t call Mam.

Then Fizz leaves, and Oz goes back to work, but not without texting Bee asking if they can meet up (if you don’t hc Bee and Ozzie as friends we can’t be friends/j) sometime soon. Bee is obviously like totes dude and a few days later, they meet up.

Oz asked to hang out to consult Bee on the fact he kinda had a crush on Fizz, Bee is super excited (duh) and is like tell me everything they talk more and come to the conclusion Oz has a genuine crush, and him and Fizz should talk more.

Oz doesn’t want to be awkward and text Fizz just to talk, but lucky for him, a few weeks later, Fizz applies for a job application at Ozzie’s, cause he wants to be able to afford some luxuries, and for that he needs more money, and Mammons not gonna give him a pay raise. Since Fizz actually is a really good fit for the job, he gets it.

Anyway the pair get really close both business wise and friend wise, and Fizz does more shifts at Ozzie’s. Mam isn’t actually that mad since he has the Fizz-Bots to perform, advertise and sell.

At some point near the five year mark, the pair kiss, and while both sides enjoy it, it keeps both of them up late. So the next day after Ozzie’s closes they talk it out and end up accidentally confessing their feeling to each other.

So yeah that’s first meeting, how they got together, and why they got to know each other. I am writing a fanfic about this in more detail, and this is probably not the last time I mention this theory, so stay tuned!

Ps thanks for reading this long ass rant lol

[haveihitanerve]

Hair

Talia Al Ghul had let him braid her hair sometimes. Whether it was for a special event or for a holiday or just when they had time to spend together, without the threat of being overheard or interrupted.(Not that the interrupter would get away with it.) But for an hour, or however long they were granted, at least once a month. Damian Wayne didn’t have to be Ra's Al Ghul heir. He could just be Damian. Braiding his mothers hair. But mother was not around anymore. And Damian had no plans of ever being around her again. Even though he had enjoyed those days. She had been kinder then. Softer. More like a mother. But Selina had shown him what a real mother was like. And Talia had not been that. But he missed braiding hair. So his feet led him to her door. 

Selina opened it on the second knock and smiled when she saw it was him. Talia had never smiled just by seeing him. He had to have done something good, something to make her proud to get her to smile at him. But Selina smiled. At him. Because he was there. “Hello kitten.” She crouched to be at his level. Another thing no one had ever done in the League. They found arrogance in their height over him. But Selina, and Bruce, and his siblings all knelt to be eye level with him. “Hello Selina.” He said back. “What do you need?” She asked, still smiling softly. What do you need? Not, what do you want? Not, not now Damian. No. What do you need so I can help you? Damian smiled and Selina lit up. “I would like to braid your hair.” He said softly. Selina stood, nodding. “You came on the perfect day.” She headed back into her room, beckoning him. Damian followed her into the very back of her room, where she pushed a panel in the wall to reveal a second room. Damian blinked. The room was painted a soft black, stars and bats and cats stenciled every so often. It had a few dark red couches and beanbags, along with a black cupboard. But the most shocking thing of all was Cass, Steph, and Babs were all seated on the couches, talking and laughing. They stopped when they spotted him, but still smiled warmly. “Hey baby bird!” Steph called, scooting to one side of her seat. “Come join me!” “No me!” Babs called, shifting as well. Cass signed a few words and Damian smiled, heading over to sit with his sister. Steph and Babs pulled a face and Cass grinned in triumph, pulling Damian onto her lap. “Hello Batladies!!” Selina grinned. “Welcome to our own personal spa room. I already did this spiel but since we have a new member, Damian Wayne, I thought I should go over it again.” She winked at Damian. “This is a place where we can talk and gossip and laugh and cry. Any emotions and rants are welcome. Vent if you’d like! Sit in silence too! No judgment. Just relaxation and girl time! Plus Damian of course!” He smiled. “We should be expecting three more guests…” she trailed off as another door opened and Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy stepped into the room. 

Cass tightened her hold on Damian, just in case he wanted to attack. But he was perfectly content in her arms. “Damian, I’d like you to meet two of my best friends, Ivy and Harley.” Damian waved and Ivy and Harley gave him matching smiles. “Hey!” Steph called. “Love y’all’s hair.” The two women grinned and walked over, sitting down across from them. “Looking for ideas Steph?” Ivy mocked. Steph snorted. “Yeah right. Like I’d go fire red or crazy cotton candy.” The two women laughed and plopped down onto the sofa. “Now we just need Lois and we’ll be ready to start!” There was a knock and Lois Lane walked in. “Sorry! Am I late?” Ivy laughed. “Just on time Lane. Like always” Lois smiled. “Thanks Ivy.” She took a seat next to Babs at the girls' invitation and Selina grinned, walking over to the large cupboard. “Alright! Pick your favorite color gals and let’s start!” The cupboard was filled from bottom to top with beauty products, nail polish, hair curlers, face masks, eyelash curlers, and more. The women all jumped up, rushing to grab a color, Steph and babs climbing over the other to grab pink and Ivy and Lois arguing over the right shade of red. Selina laughed, a loud joyful thing and Damian smiled as he watched her. Cass just grinned, still sitting. Steph grabbed a hot pink and walked past, plopping a navy blue into her sister's hand. Cass smiled in thanks. Selina caught Damian’s eye and winked, beckoning him over. He slipped off Cass’s lap, walking over to her. She picked a color off the wall and knelt down, holding it out to him. “How bout it baby bird?” Damian examined the color. 

She had picked a nice bright forest green. Green was his favorite color. “It’s- a bit bright.” He said slowly. “I have an idea!” Steph was next to them, looking for a bright purple. “How about-!” She pulled a few colors off the shelf then settled on two. “Here.” She squatted next to him as well. “You can put the green down as the bottom layer, then put this black layer over top. So it looks black, but then in certain lights, it’ll shine green.” Damian considered it, then nodded. “Okay.” Steph squealed and hugged him, grabbing the colors and his hand. “Perfect!” She hurried over to her couch and threw babs feet off(causing babs to shout a string of words Bruce had pretty much banned in the house) and sat Damian down instead. “Hold out your hands.” She ordered. Damian did as she asked. “You’re gonna look so good Dami!” She said, grinning. If Damian didn’t know his sister was a wonderful person who only wanted the best for him he would’ve thought she was joking. Babs blew on her bright red nails, having lost the fight for pink, and reached for a face mask. “Wanna do a mask babe?” She asked him. “It’ll cleanse your pores. Make your skin soft and clean.” Damian nodded. “Okay.” Babs grinned and Damian allowed her to apply it to his face. “Ooh!!! No he didn’t!” Harley exclaimed. Ivy gaped at Selina. The woman nodded sagely, holding a glass of champagne. Ivy had painted her nails a dark green and was doing Harley’s in a mix of pink and blue. Selina hadn’t done anything yet, but looking at her he remembered why he was here. Steph had finished his nails, still forbidding him from looking at them, and was now gently blowing on them to dry them. 

“Wheres Jason by the way?” Babs asked Cass, putting curlers in her hair, a mask on her face. Cass shrugged, signing “he comes and goes.” “Todd does these?” Damian asked, looking between his sisters. Cass and Steph snorted. Babs grinned. “Oh yeah. All the time.” “He has some good gossip.” Harley drawled in her Boston accent. Ivy and Lois laughed. “Yes he does. It’s most interesting.” Selina laughed. Damian hadn’t seen her this relaxed in a while. “He’s off with his father right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Something secret.” Ivy wiggled her eyebrows, holding Harley’s hand. “Maybe he’s trying to be cute for you!” Lois said, laughing as Harley did her nails in a deep purple. Babs, Cass, and Steph were quiet. Selina gave them a look. “Maybe.” 

“Alright!” Steph announced. “You can look.” Damian looked down at his nails. They were painted black, but when he rotated his wrists a bit, he could see a green shine glowing underneath. Selina came over and ooohed. “Can you do that for me too, kitten?” She asked Steph. Steph lit up. “Sure!” “Can I braid your hair while she does?” Damian interjected. Selina nodded. “Of course baby.” She sat on the ground and Steph sat between her legs, taking her hands in hers. Damian sat on the couch behind her, running his hands through her thick brown hair. As he separated the strands into sections his nails glowed every so often and he smiled, looking at them. The chatter started up again, each woman talking over the other, laughing as drinks were poured easily. Cass handed him a juice box and he smiled in thanks, stopping his braiding for a second. Selina’s hair was soft, softer than Talias, and thicker too. But it was so much fun to braid. “Wowza birdie!” Steph exclaimed, looking at Selina’s head. “Holy.” Babs muttered. “Can you do my hair next bebs?” Cass asked. Damian smiled, nodding. “Sure.” And in that moment, surrounded by the women in his family, Damian felt he now understood the true meaning of family. And from then on Selina was given the title of Mother. 

(Talia became Talia)

[pjo-tvs-version]

I've seen a lot of hate for the previews of wottg with people saying that rick has just written this book for money, and the characters aren't accurate.

That he's just gone on a crazy tangent and isn't doing anymore fan service.

Especially hate towards annabeth for wanting to throw a party and to grover.

What's your take?

Love this ask soo much!! Thank you anon because now I have a reason to rant on the thoughts in my head and I promise you I didn't think I would write this much...

Percy's mental condition as shown in the first chapter is pretty well displayed in my opinion. My boy is fed up, requires therapy, a break and blue food but he has to face WEEKEND CLASSES (I have them and I can tell you that they are the absolutely worst way to torture your sanity). I'll give Rick points for this though. The entire episode with Hecate was also written well and IT DID NOT FEEL LIKE FANSERVICE TO ME ATLEAST. Percy feels like himself at least from the preview I can say.

HOWEVER I have my own set of issues too. Now I will tell you that I am a kind of person who refrains from the negatives of any situation before seeing the whole story BUT sometimes I have opinions which I will express now. To start off, I do not like they way Rick just made Grover and his hooves not appear because of the mist concept. This was actually a deal in tlt and have it just discarded away in one line in the book put me off a little. I love continuity in books and small errors are like pricking needles for me.

Now we come to the most controversial moment of them all: CHAPTER 3!!! See I love Annabeth having friends (happier because it fulfills my Annabeth being a social butterfly head canon). I love Hana loathing Percy (she definitely has a crush on Annabeth, fight me). But I have an issue with the way Percy sees himself when he is in the midst of her friends. He makes himself inferior and an idiot when he absolutely isn't and I have an issue with that because it isn't good!

Annabeth proposing to have a party is slightly out of character in MY OPINION but okay I can accept it and see how Rick wants to proceed with this so neutral on that till now. HOWEVER I hope he makes Annabeth and Percy have a fight on this because Percy has to let out his problems and their relationship needs to have some angst from time to time (also in my opinion).

Overall, I am extremely excited and hoping to read the book as soon as it arrives (curse you Amazon). I believe that you can't hate the book on the basis of the preview but there are few... unsettling things which can be set right if handled well later in the book. I do think sometimes Rick does not effectively utilise the potential but I'll read the book nevertheless. It's the very reason I look forward to live through my exams. So yeah I have no strong opinions and would most probably drop in a detailed analysis after I actually read the book.

Thanks again for the ask anon! Loved answering it

[12romy]

buonasera lovely!❤️ i very much feel the need to share my thoughts with the class for evaluation, because i feel like im alone in this lolll (and i don’t really know where you stand with oscar, but i do know that we have the same opinion on lando lol)

basically, 4481 (platonic or romantic, don’t really care, im a 1644 girlie through and through but i feel like oscar is one exception i can make for some reason). i feel like im going insane with the small amount of crumbs that we’re getting of lew and osc. they seem to have so much respect for each other and i feel like they’re very compatible. and i feel like im alone in this because ao3 gives me basically nothing and tumbler is also radio silent on this matter😭

with the mclaren battle going on now it feels like lando is getting all the sympathy and support and respect for some reason??? so in my mind lewis would be perfect for oscar to lean against when support seems non existent sometimes for the poor guy. with lews experience and (very similarly to oscar) cool and calm personality. when everyone sees the cool, level headed, unbreakable oscar that’s standing his own against lando, who has (what seems to be) not at all the same sympathy that lando gets, lewis sees himself in oscar. lewis knows that even though oscar seems unshakable, everyone needs a support system. someone to congratulate him on achievements and wins etc without making it all about lando. because it really feels like thats what happens every time osc does good nowadays.

anyhowwww thank you for letting me rant about this, you don’t need to answer if you think im crazy because maybe i am. thats what f1 does to you unfortunately <3333

Oh my GOD, anon, darling, babe, your MIND!!!!!!! I never considered it before but yeahhhh I can totally see it!!! The parallels between them!! Also the fact that Lewis took Carlos' spot, whom Oscar couldn't stand lmao. And then, there's also the parallel that Jenson is kinda Lando's mentor (ugh), and used to be teammate with Lewis in McLaren, so Lewis taking Oscar under his wing... Yeah I like it, it really has potential.

Your analysis on their dynamic is perfect, it would work so wellllllll!! Also Oscar deserves the world, and he's so unappreaciated, the mclaren fans are all about freaking Lando all the time (I hope Oscar will wipe the floor with him lmao)... I'd love for Oscar to have some support, Lewis is definitely one of the best for that cause as you say, he can relate... Yeah the more I think about it, the more it just makes sense, I really think you're onto something there x)

Even as a platonic thing, it would be sweet (plus I feel like there's a joke to make about Charles being Oscar's adopted dad since last year, so that'd make Lewis his adoptive step-dad lmao)

Now, just some food for thought : 164481. JUST IMAGINE!!! That would be so hot...

[lemotmo]

Hey, firstly let me say a huge thank you for getting me through the past year and keeping me sane in the whirlwind of BT bs. Its greatly appreciated.

Now, I wanted to say, the anon to Ali about spiralling being normal was kind of right, it is normal. Especially when we've been queerbaited in the past. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean you have to rain on everyone else's parade. I am a bit of a doomer, I can't help it. I have a lot of MH stuff tied to previous failed ships that has made it difficult to fully believe. But you know what I don't do? I don't go running to blogs every time I have a spiral doom attack. I don't post in the tag about how the fandom is setting themselves up for a fall. The way I see it, my dooming is a me issue, not an everyone issue. But also, it doesn't actually stop me enjoying the general excitement happening right now. Hell, I occasionally let the hope in and take part.

I think anon and others need to leave the rest of the Buddie fandom to their fate, and maybe even quitting the show all together. They can come back when it's all over. And if they don't want to leave, then fine, stay. But for everyone's sanity, (including mine because I'm tired of seeing the dooming posts as much as everyone else) keep it off the main and stop running to blogs for some kind of reassurance. You won't get it, because deep down, you don't want it. You can't, for whatever reason, let the hope in (which again, I totally understand because I'm right there) But please, just leave people to their happiness. And if you must doom, got to twitter or create a community where you can all doom together.

That's it, rants done. Sorry.

Again, thank you so much for everything and I hope all your dreams come true. 🧡

Thank you for the lovely compliment. I'm just here to provide some positivity, because this fandom desperately needs it. 😋

I agree. There is nothing inherently wrong with being anxious or even a little afraid what is going to happen on a TV-show. It's fine.

I used to have those moments too. In the 911 fandom, but also in other fandoms I have been a part of. Even though I admit that ever since the back half of 7 and especially 8a? The little fears I had just crumbled into dust. I am simply THAT sure Buddie is happening this time. 🤷‍♀️

But that doesn't mean that other people have to do the same. Everyone follows their own path and has their own thoughts about this show and that's more than fine. And yeah, if dooming is your thing, you do you! 🤗

It's just that there are times when my inbox gets filled with negativity, while I'm hopping around all happy, positive and satisfied with how an episode went. It's a lot sometimes and I admit I try to avoid the biggest doom posts. I often delete them from my inbox, because I don't want the negativity on my blog. I do answer some of them from time to time, hoping to instill some hope and positivity in the Nonny who sent it and the people reading it on my blog.

So no, there is nothing inherently wrong with doomposts. It's just that I'm so fucking happy with how the show is going right now. I'm loving all the episodes and I'm having a blast talking about them with my mutuals and followers.

I can't deal with constant negativity about it. I simply refuse to feel down about a show that I love this much, just because some people in my inbox tell me that I should. You know?

It's nothing personal, but yeah... Twitter is fraught with doom posters, so if that's the kind of thing some people vibe with, they should check it out. They might like it there.

Thank you for your lovely ask. I wish you all the best and I most certainly wish you peace of mind when it comes to 911 and Buddie. It'll all be fine. I guarantee it. 😋

[electricalhuzzah]

Been reading the Heinz dilemma since you posted chapter one and I've still yet to find a way to get my friends into the fic. "Guys I swear if you look past all the sex it's literally peak pls I need to rant about the angst I swear there's a plot guys hear me out" seems to not be working. Any ideas on how to advertise this fic to them without sounding like a freakaleek💔

oh my GOD!!! thank you so much!! im so happy youve been following along for so long <33 and im absolutely ELATED that you enjoy!! >:D

and if you need some persuasive devices fear NOT my good man, for i have an arsenal of techniques!

1. the shame approach

“you won’t read a nonprofit creative work on the basis that it contains explicit content? even though you are a consenting adult perfectly capable of processing sexual themes? are you not a sex-positive person? do you slutshame fictional characters? get a load of this guy bruh. ok puritan. go eat ur kellogs plain bran cereal to prevent your little shame boners. lil bitch. no balls. no concept of sex.”

2. the english major approach

“you know that when sex between characters happens in a story, it’s not always about being pornographic for the reader, yknow. 90% of the time it’s metaphorical/representative of other themes at play. sometimes it serves as a vehicle for power dynamics. or showcases psychological deficits within characters. or a multitude of other things. sex is a very vulnerable, powerful thing, and writers use it as a tool frequently. it’s presumptuous of you to assume that any sex within a story exists exclusively for the gratification of the reader/writer.” insert hair flip

3. the drinking game

“lmao take a shot every time this author uses italics/emdash/[insert word i overuse]”

4. the bandwagon

“cmon man, everyone’s doing it. it’s the hot new thing. you gotta try at least a little. otherwise you’re a killjoy prude. dude, you’re the only one not doing it.” absoluely imperative that you deliver this as the drug dealing villain in a DARE sponsored skit.

5. the pretty bird

“ooooh look at these cool artists with their cool art of this fic— no ignore that one of bill getting a blowjob under the register— yeahhh look at these cool art! don’t you wanna read the fic that these are based on? don’t you wanna see that funky medusa bill? don’t you wanna know why dipper has a syringe?”

6. the scandal

“oh my GOD!!! did you hear that [insert celebrity/mutual friend/mutual enemy]’s ao3 account was found?? yeah yeah its this one!! oh look they only have one fic— yoooo let’s read this and roast the shit out of— yo wait this kinda— woah that part kinda ate— hey maybe this smut stuff ain’t so bad”

disclaimer: this is a JOKE these are JOKE SUGGESTIONS do not try any of them on your friends because they may THROW A POPTART at ur face!! except perhaps #5 but def do that in a significantly less condescending way 😭😭 but the rest do NOT try in any capacity as they are decietful, dangerous, and/or assholish

on a genuine note, some people just aren’t into smut, and that’s ok!! we all have our preferences and as absolutely HONORED i am that you wanna advertise this fic to yer amigos, they do just be cultivating their own online experience— one which happens to be devoid of sexual themes. thank you so much, and if your friends change their minds of their own volition, i’d obviously be delighted to have a new reader(s). but i am beyond excited to have so many people here, of such kindness and genuineness and enjoyment-of-fic-ness. advertisements not necessary <3

[transfemme-shelterdog]

i normally just send in anti-radfem sociopolitical rants but here's my SPECIFIC, NICHE Sexual Scenarios I Like Reading In Fanfiction rating submission (in no specific order, purely what I think about when I think of it):

1) someone being consensually possessed by a spirit/demon/whatever. being fully aware/awake/enthusiastically consenting while your body is made to do ~naughty~ things

2) intentional body-swapping. or not-necessarily-intentional body-swapping, but it ends up in them boning. or (in a more dub-con sort of way...) being body-swapped with someone they have a crush on, trying to be "respectful" by not getting unclothed or whatever, then being so overcome with horniness when they see their crush's naked form they HAVE to jerk off (and feel guilty after)

3) two women are forced to dress up as men to, like, do a mulan or something. neither know the other, both assume they are the only woman there. then their identities are revealed to one another (doesnt matter how..), and they r like "ok lets FRICK ;)". I am transmasc and sapphic, can u tell I came up with this idea BEFORE realizing I was transmasc and sapphic

4) ENTHUSIASTIC SEX WITH A TENTACLE MONSTER. U KNOW EACH OTHER AND TRUST EACH OTHER AND LOVE EACH OTHER. ROMANTIC CHEESY VANILLA SEX WITH A MONSTER IN GENERAL

5) being blackmailed into any sort of sexual situation and secretly enjoying it, being teased for enjoying it (pretty standard imo)

6) sex for medicinal reasons. fucking to be healed/heal your partner. no i can't think of a logical reason why u'd need to do this. i think it evolved from "we're fucking to Relieve Your Heat" (from a/b/o)... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7) already mentioned this in a previous ask but being forcemasced and forcefemmed at the same time, without forcedetrans (just not my thing, no hate to ppl who like it)

8) fantasy races deriving sexual pleasure from non-sexual sources, such as an angel getting off to their wings being rubbed or elves with their ears (thank you for the new fetish, ed greenwood)

9) more of a fanfiction trope, but it's still sexual...fucking a companion in a fit of passion then being all "uhhh suppose we should never talk about this again lol?", then it becomes a massive point of tension in the story bc all they want is to fuck again. LOVE this with friends-to-lovers, but it's even better as an enemies-to-lovers thing sometimes. love when fanfiction edges me with these sorts of tropes

10) JERKING OFF A FLUSTERED INEXPERIENCED BOY TO COMPLETION THROUGH HIS PANTS, PREFERABLY IN PUBLIC WHERE HE TRIES TO STIFLE HIS MOANS. FROM EITHER POV. GAAAAWWWWWDDDDD I COULD READ THESE SORTS OF FICS DAY-IN, DAY-OUT

And I normally just post rants and stuff, but here we are!

Let's give this list a rating

1) someone being consensually possessed by a spirit/demon/whatever. being fully aware/awake/enthusiastically consenting while your body is made to do ~naughty~ things

Yeah, I like this. Throw in some forcemasc/forcefem and you got yourself a good fic! 10/10

2) intentional body-swapping. or not-necessarily-intentional body-swapping, but it ends up in them boning. or (in a more dub-con sort of way...) being body-swapped with someone they have a crush on, trying to be "respectful" by not getting unclothed or whatever, then being so overcome with horniness when they see their crush's naked form they HAVE to jerk off (and feel guilty after)

Also very hot, gives me Kimo No Na Wa vibes. I like it! 10/10

3) two women are forced to dress up as men to, like, do a mulan or something. neither know the other, both assume they are the only woman there. then their identities are revealed to one another (doesnt matter how..), and they r like "ok lets FRICK ;)". I am transmasc and sapphic, can u tell I came up with this idea BEFORE realizing I was transmasc and sapphic

Trans dude on trans dude smut? Fuck to the yes. 10/10

4) ENTHUSIASTIC SEX WITH A TENTACLE MONSTER. U KNOW EACH OTHER AND TRUST EACH OTHER AND LOVE EACH OTHER. ROMANTIC CHEESY VANILLA SEX WITH A MONSTER IN GENERAL

Tentacles are always super hot. I'd really love to read that! Same with monsterfucking in general. 10/10

5) being blackmailed into any sort of sexual situation and secretly enjoying it, being teased for enjoying it (pretty standard imo)

Really ties into the whole core concept behind CNC where "no I don't like this" means that you do. So I'm giving this a 10

6) sex for medicinal reasons. fucking to be healed/heal your partner. no i can't think of a logical reason why u'd need to do this. i think it evolved from "we're fucking to Relieve Your Heat" (from a/b/o)... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I like it, like a healer/mage type deal that has magical healing properties in their fluids. 10/10

7) already mentioned this in a previous ask but being forcemasced and forcefemmed at the same time, without forcedetrans (just not my thing, no hate to ppl who like it)

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. 10/10

8) fantasy races deriving sexual pleasure from non-sexual sources, such as an angel getting off to their wings being rubbed or elves with their ears (thank you for the new fetish, ed greenwood)

I like it! 10/10

9) more of a fanfiction trope, but it's still sexual...fucking a companion in a fit of passion then being all "uhhh suppose we should never talk about this again lol?", then it becomes a massive point of tension in the story bc all they want is to fuck again. LOVE this with friends-to-lovers, but it's even better as an enemies-to-lovers thing sometimes. love when fanfiction edges me with these sorts of tropes

Yeah that's a pretty good trope. I'm down for it. 10/10

10) JERKING OFF A FLUSTERED INEXPERIENCED BOY TO COMPLETION THROUGH HIS PANTS, PREFERABLY IN PUBLIC WHERE HE TRIES TO STIFLE HIS MOANS. FROM EITHER POV. GAAAAWWWWWDDDDD I COULD READ THESE SORTS OF FICS DAY-IN, DAY-OUT

I'm biased as I may have done this already IRL. 10/10

Final rating: 10

I like you Anon~

[confessions-sm]

I'm pretty sorry but I need to get this out of my system and I think (hope) you guys will understand (somehow)

*breath in* THE FUCK WHY IS THE CANDY CLUB SO F,èPFJDSKHNKING INCONSISTEN-(I love all background artists of the show and I love all background of the show, i really the style plssomebodyshowmehowtodrawbackgrouds)-

NOW- HEAR ME OUT- and let me give yall some context I'm working on a 3D render of the Candy Club (bc hyperfixation so bad my system just feels the URGE to include anything Kevin spooky month related to ANYTHING so I can bare with school more easily -i think-)

SO

I need to do this 3D render of a room and I choosed the Candy Club. What problem could be there?? yeah??

WRONG

ONE, when I first started I started to (obviously) search for ref images- IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I DISCOVERED THAT SOMEHOW THERE'S LITTLE TO ALMOST NOTHING OF REFERENCES IMAGES ON THE INTERIOR OF THE CANDYCLUB (like pics that are not screenshots from the eps) and yes- I do know those images that show the interior with light on and off for episode 4

Problem is- and we pass to point two-

THAT IT FRICKING CHANGES EACH EPISODE I CANT- I-

i swear fam i'm going insane working on this-

I understand it looking different in episode 2 and 3 But the fact that it also changes (slight differences eh- note that) from 4, 5 and 6 makes me want to scream- (i love all backgroung artist and I respects their work and i'm conscious that since this is a show sometimes one can play with prospective- and I love that! i just- why do I hate my sanity-) (why- WHY did I decided to work on this- just- why) AND IT MAKES ME LAUGH- bc episode 4 has the gumball machines to have like- quite the space between them- BUT THEN IN EPISODE 5 AND 6 THEY'RE ALL MUSHED TOGETHER- I-

AND NOW I'M JUST HERE- wondering myself if pelo will ever post a high quality image ref of the interior of the candy club- (oh yeah that was also a problem) THERE'S ONLY I THINK 2 QUALITY IMAGES OF THE INTERIOR THAT I MANAGED TO FIND AND THEY'RE STILL SCREENSHOTS FROM- SOMEWHERE??? -

And I thought that maybe I could use the short as reference since its pretty much clean, has a nice front view and etc WRONG AGAIN, because- AGAIN- it has slight differences between ALL THE EPISODES-

DSNHLVUBAILU Z I-

NOW, YOU MIGHT BE ASKING YOURSELF-

"but c'mon ì, its slight differences, barely anyone will notice"- NOO! BECAUSE ITS NOT POSSIBLE THAT LOOKING AT ONE IMAGE I CAN SAY, "oh yeah the candy club is this long" AND THEN GO ALL THE WAY TO WORK WITH THAT MEASURE FOR ME TO THEN FIND ANOTHER IMAGE THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS ACTUALLY LONGER AND NOW WHEN I TRY TO ENLARGE IT IT CRASHES WHAT I ALREADY BUILT- NJKGVBIUSEHGIOLAENHUGBELIUFNHLIUEVS

I'm going insane working on this (i actually don't sleep well due to this) and I think you can see it-

IT IS NOT POSSIBLE THAT IN ONE EP THE GUMBALL MACHINES ARE X LONG AND THEN I LOOK AT ANOTHER IMAGE AND IT RESULTS ITS Y LONG

LIKE- THE COUNTER, SOMETIMES IS A 90 ANGLE AND SOMETIMES NO-

WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL MY TEACHER?? (I actually already talked to him and he told me to not worry, in chill BUT STILL)-

So right now I'm "surviving" with the two same images from episode 4, an image from patreon about the props used in ep 5 (THAT IS THE BEST REF IMAGE YET BC IT GIVES YOU A NICE VIEW FROM ALL THE STORE- AND WHY HASN'T ANYBODY OFFICALLY POST IT CLEAN YET), the discord archieve with multiple screenshot refs, AND a video compilation of Kevin bc the man literally lives there at this point.

And.. I ain't gonna lie.. is coming pretty good!

But my head hurts.. :')

thank u for coming to my rant.

But wait, there's more!! /silly

[inklore]

— CELEBRATING TWO YEARS OF LOVE.

let's pretend that i posted this on the real anniversary date (july 18th) and not a few weeks late ok. but i'm still shell shocked i honestly stayed around on here for this long, seeing as how i've been on this hellsite for over ten years maybe even longer, have left many blogs and sideblogs behind, but have stayed put on here for longer than it feels. even through all the craziness and friends gained and lost. i have not grown sick of this place and i know it's all because of my mutuals (and followers) aka the most beautiful, hilarious, talented souls anyone could ask to have on their side.

whether we are friends or have never spoken i love you, i adore you. thank you for making my time spent on here worth it even when times get tough and this little hobby of ours seems more like a stressful nine to five.

@deathmotif, @authurials, @theauthorvt, +annie — hey remember when we all met on wp and i started that silly little michael langdon gc on kik and it was a dozen of us in there but then it soon dwindled down to us five and kik was on the verge of imploding and we all moved over to snap and now we literally all talk every day, if not every other??! my day isn't complete without seeing one of you sending an unhinged video in the gc. IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS with you guys in my life and you know me better than anyone. i can tell you my darkest secrets, traumas, thoughts, and there's no judgment. it's literally the most healthy friend group ever. i'm forcing ya'll to dress up as barbie's for my bachelorette party, like you're stuck with me. barbie is serious. just as serious as my love is for each and every one of you. when i think about my life and future you guys are always in it. idk if we should thank cody fern or the antichrist or both. but whoever brought us together in this life i hope they do it in the next because life without y'all would suck.

@psychedelic-ink — you should already know how much i love you, but let me remind you, let me go on for ever and tell you how special you are to me ok. when i was balling my eyes out on the phone/discord you were there to listen to me be a blubbering mess, you were there to talk me down, to listen, to validate my feelings. when i need someone to be motivating and get shit done with me you're there. when i need to rant about something horny you're there to encourage the unhinged. our discord sleepovers are my favorite thing in the world. i'm still shocked when i think back to our casual messages on here turning into a friendship so close and tight that my man spent over $100 to send you a magazine (without question) because he knows how much you mean to me. you have my heart always!

@pedrito-friskito — i have the most vivid memory of me and sil talking about you on discord and how great you were and i was like um?? i wanna be friends with kay! so after we got off of the phone i messaged you and then before i knew it me, you, and sil were in a gc together and the rest is history. i love that you and i like to disappear without a word sometimes but always come back like lol sorry but here's this love and support and encouragement and let me just life update you but also make you horny with this thought, and sil just puts up with us and i love it. ily. i'm forever forcing you to write and publish every story you write because you're going to put sjm to shame with the beauty your brain comes up with.

@tom-whore-dleston — i know i'm the worst at replying but you never make me feel bad for it. you're like 'oh yeah her adhd brain will get back to this text in 2 to 3 business weeks it's ok', and i love you for it. but no seriously ily so much. you're the first person i think of when all i can think about is dick because i know you're thinking the same thing. i know you'll understand. every time i see you post on social media i'm like wtf?? why am i halfway across the states and not with the loml right now?? it's truly unfair because i know if we were together we'd be the most chaotic, loud, sluttiest duo ever. your talent always amazes me, your beauty makes me jealous. both of our partners better watch out because i'ma run away with you one day i swear!

@chaseadrian — the fact that we grew close in a fandom that i despise now and is more toxic than not and a beautiful friendship came out of it?? iconic. every time i think about you all i can think is 'they just seems like they have everything all together, their ideas, their graphics, their mind, the way they speak is like talking to that really cool english teacher' like lmao i cannot explain how much i want your vibe. i adore your vibe. i ADORE YOU.

@greenorangevioletgrass — as one of my first friends on this little blog of mine i feel like i need to do more than put into words how much i adore you, how grateful i am to call you a friend, to be a part of your presence on here. hearing your ideas, your living breathing fic-like life is serotonin to me. like please share in the sexy wealth bestie!

@sapphireplums — when i see you in my inbox i literally get this overjoyed feeling inside me like charity thought about me today?? took time out of her day to send me something?? i'm blessed. i hope you and your beautiful mind are thriving bestie because you're literally one of the nicest, softest, people i've met on here and i'm in your corner if you ever need me. to show you love and support. to continue to convince you that your themes will always be more superior than mine!!

@rae-gar-targaryen — if success and talent and beautiful prose (and face) was an olympic sport you would have won by now. you HAVE won. we may not talk as much as we used to but just know that i always am thinking about how you are, waiting patiently for you to bless us with more of your fics (even if it's a crumb i'm like a little mouse savoring it because hello?? emily henry who? she got nothing on you). as my lawyer i love knowing if i needed you you'd be there with a simple text, as my bestie, as someone i look up to, as someone who radiates elegance and something else i can't even put into words because that's literally how you leave me, speechless: never change and know i'm always here for you.

@allaboardthereadingrailroad, @littledemondani, @wroteclassicaly — the three of you were those 'big' accounts that always intimated me. i stood in the background reading your stuff and being like ok they're going to put me out of business and then being absolutely shook when you followed me, i felt like i made it. like this was what being on here was all about having the accounts you find the most talented and amazing, and who have wrote some of your fav fics, follow you. and we may not talk a lot but i cherish you guys so so very much. like even before i made this account, on my old accounts, i've always been your #1 fans!!

@kittyofalltrades, @namorwife, @yoditopascal — i may have all but died out and disappeared from the discord server, and we may not talk anymore, but some of my best memories are with you guys. the unhinged, the thirst, the games, the rantings, i've never been more entertained and chaotic and rowdy than i was with ya'll and i love it. i miss it. ya'll are still my favorite people, my loves, my besties. one day i will be horny over the same characters as ya'll again and you'll be annoyed with my thirst again.

@eupheme, @tripleyeeet, @wint3r-h3art, @ohcaptains, @celestianstars, @flordeamatista — if there were ever a group of beautiful people i constantly compare myself to because the way they write, the way their themes look, the way their fic layouts / set ups look, their graphics, their vibes, their talent, their so many damn things: it would be ya'll. like i'm constantly like how do i get on their level? like i know there's not levels on here and everyone is so uniquely special and amazing at what they write and do and make, but i'm always in the trenches of devoting and heart eyes over EVERYTHING ya'll post. ya'll are the cool art kids i want to hangout with but instead i'm screaming in cheer in the silent museum where your creations should be showcased.

@mothdruid, @moonlight-prose, @moondirti, @angrythingstarlight, @amywritesthings, @oncasette, @withahappyrefrain, @navybrat817, @bakerstreethound, @villenelle, @refined-by-fire, @ladylannisterxo, @emerald-chaos, @mxgyver, @foli-vora, @jettia, @moreofem, @bits-and-babs, @woodlandmouth, @fluffyprettykitty, @cocoamoonmalfoy, @galatially, @ladylannisterxo, @saintlike78, @buckys-estrella, @ghostlyfleur, @arctvrvs — through the two years of me being on here i have had the pleasure, the joy, of talking to each of you. whether that be screaming in asks, inboxs, discords, pms, where we were hyping each other up, sharing ideas, support, check ups, screaming over each others fics, whatever it may be. there has been love and support and every time i see ya'll in my notfis, reading my stuff, your thirst posts or rant posts or your rbs, i'm always grateful to see it. for it. to be a part of it. but most importantly i'm like: hello why are we not closer?? why do i not bombard them with my love?? annoy them with it so much so that they have no choice but to be my bestie and feel all the doormat love and support that i'm constantly feeling when i see their little icons and usernames. so this is me both saying i adore you, ily, we may not talk as much as i wished but i'm here supporting and loving everything you do and beware that i will annoy you with my love when you least expect it and soon you'll be wishing for me to get out of your pms. you have a friend in me, a supporter, a hyper, seriously i got lucky with y'all being my mutuals <3.

there's so many other babes that i'm missing but tumblr has a tag limit so i couldn't get everyone on this list but just know ily ily literally every single one of my mutuals is a gift from god to me. you put up with my posts and insanity, i have no choice but to give ya'll my whole ass heart!!!!