#cuz I like streaming hehe

[takethelx3]

Beach day~ Beach day~ yeaaaaah~ beach day~

[laulo821]

i was this close to criticising an ozite but he revealed to me that i was his online best friend ... sobs. so i do matter ...

[vollmondsekunde]

i did some foto studies of little glass figureines. it was pretty fun!

[ID: 3 digital art pieces. all showing animal figures made out of glass.

first one is a cat, climbing down a rock. its completly transparent with many hard edges and surfaces that catch the light from a background window.

second is a bird sitting on a tree branch. the glass has blue tinted wings, a black tinted beak and head and gold spreckles all over. the tips of the wings and the tail feathers are transparent. it has smooth edges in most places, just a few hard ones to distinguish between the feathers.

the third image is a dog. the main body is transparent, but has swirls in gold all over. the paws head and tail are tinted gold as well. its very smooth glass.

end ID]

[o-sachi]

Dress to Impress Headcanons ‧₊˚ ⋅ Blue Lock Chars.

ଳ what's it like to play the roblox game dress to impress with the blue lock boys?

ଳ characters; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, michael kaiser, alexis ness, shidou ryusei, nagi seishirou, reo mikage, Chigiri Hyoma

ଳ tags; crack, some profanity lol, gn reader, no y/n, can be established rs or not

[🐟]: Let me know if you want more characters to this hehe ~

ᯓ Isagi Yoichi

"How do you change the skin? Where's the hair? Why do the others have faces?"

He's so lost... poor baby. Expect a lot of questions (some of which get repeated) from him about how the game works. He's going to be overwhelmed with the buttons and stuff around his character.

You think 5 minutes is more than enough to put together an outfit, but somehow Isagi comes out of the runway without hair or with a bunch of clothes layered on top of each other.

He also asks how you do the poses on the runway.

"Hey, what's pose 28?"

HE RATES SUPER HIGH, so you're over there pouting 'cuz he's helping these 10 year old children win.

"This one's really nice. She's got a big bow on her head." / "But the theme is sad day, Yoichi..." / "And? Won't a big bow make it a happy one?"

Gets a bit sad 'cuz he gets rated low even if he rated all the others with 4 or 5 stars. Awww...

ᯓ Bachira Meguru

"I CAN MAKE MY SKIN GREEN? HOLY SHI-"

Expect that he will always use the most blinding colors known to man. He's gonna walk out on that runway looking like a traffic light.

He's so noisy when he plays. It's like he's commentating everything that's happening to him as if he has a whole stream going on. But in reality, it's just the two of you.

Spams pose 28 because all of the other cool ones aren't free.

Says "slay" every time he walks out because you said it once to him.

"HELL YEAH THAT'S A SLAAAY."

But if he's on a losing streak, he'll suddenly go quiet and focus more lol.

"Why are you quiet all of a sudden?" / "Shhh, don't interrupt my creative juices."

ᯓ Michael Kaiser

"What? Are you playing this game with your eyes closed or something?"

He said that. On voice chat. To a little girl. Who cried.

You had to reprimand him and tell him to apologize to the girl. But with his pride, he only allowed himself to rate her 5 stars the next round as his way of saying sorry.

"There. 5 stars... for the most clown outfit I've ever seen." / "Mihya!"

So mean to everyone else, but will always compliment your outfit even the ones you barely put effort in. You're starting to wonder whether or not it was condescending or heartfelt...

"That outfit looks great. We should duo in the next round." / "No, everyone in the server's mad at you and it'll affect my rating too."

He never makes it to the top 3 despite the good outfits he puts together because he talks shit on everyone in the server.

ᯓ Alexis Ness

"I got all the new codes; let me type them for you."

HE'S SUPER GOOD AT IT? It's to the point that you're jealous because his rank's way higher than yours.

"Just type M3RM4ID in that box." / "It's not working." / "Did you type the E as a 3 and the A as a 4?" / "What?" / "Never mind, gimme your Ipad."

He definitely knows all the codes that unlocks the hidden special items of the game. Plus, he's super into the lore as well. The nail technician? You bet he's going to talk about her extensive lore.

Super efficient when putting together an outfit. He's got a whole routine down to a T.

He actually rates outfits objectively—not too low and never too high.

ᯓ Shidou Ryusei

"HAHAHA WHAT'S UP WITH THAT WHACK ASS OUTFIT? #############"

He has also made a kid cry before. But unlike Kaiser, he doesn't listen to you and doubles down on it. Just an absolute menace all around.

He's definitely muted by the other people in the server because regardless of what he says, no one is responding to him. So there's only you left to talk to him.

Doesn't even try to put together a decent outfit. You're not even sure if he reads the theme at all because he walks out on the runway looking like the personification of a fever dream.

"Haha look. This pose makes it look like I'm thrusting in the air." / "Ryu! Oh my gosh..."

Definitely has been banned from Roblox before and he's using a new account to play with you.

Everything he types just shows up as hashtags at this point...

ᯓ Nagi Seishirou

"This theme is such a hassle... when is it going to be the pajama party theme?"

He already plays Roblox to begin with, but he needed extra convincing from you to play Dress to Impress because he didn't see the thrill in it.

He was only convinced when he saw you rage quitting after losing with such a fabulous outfit. He realized the competitive aspect of it and decided to play with you.

Nagi doesn't realize it but his rotation consists of the same tops and bottoms, so his outfits always come out looking the same. This leads him to losing all the time.

He definitely complains when the runway has too many players. Like... when is it going to end?

"Sei! Did you just tell the kids in the server to leave? What the hell?" / "Yah. They were making the line too long and I don't wanna wait."

Also complains when he doesn't show up in the top 3 even though he didn't really put any effort into his outfit.

ᯓ Reo Mikage

"Hey, babe, look. I bought the VIP. Want me to buy it for you too?"

HE'S SO PAY TO WIN. He's a VIP player, has all the pose packs, and literally everything you can buy in the game. He's not shy about flaunting it to the other players in the lobby.

He'll spend the first minute in the VIP area then walk all smug in the cOmMoNeR's area wearing the biggest fuck-you dress ever.

If the theme is anything normal, he'll still manage to make the outfit look high-end.

Trust that he'll spam all the expensive poses once he's on the runway. The little rascal would be smirking to himself as he presses the different poses.

Reo grumbles to himself when he loses. He can't help but be annoyed when he gets only a few stars while literally wearing a dress that costs thousands of robux.

"I was literally wearing the biggest ball gown and I still lost? What the fuck."

ᯓ Chigiri Hyoma

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I gave you 5 stars. Yeah, for sure... for sure."

SUPER COMPETITIVE! Not even you are safe from aggressive dressing and impressing.

You two will be in duos, but he'll always one up you.

"Hmm... interesting choice of colors." / "Is it that bad?" / "Bad? What do you mean? It's great. I promise."

He won't be talking shit on anyone, but you can tell what's running through his head with that smug look on his face.

"What's up with that look? / "Hm? Oh... haha. I'm just enjoying the game you know? / "..."

Will refuse to choose any other hair that doesn't resemble his own. It doesn't matter if the theme requires a different color. He will be using his red/pink hair and no one will stop him.

tag list; @meowkages , @shidousprincess

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pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

o-sachi © 2024

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

I recently read your theon fic and it's so good!! If you're still taking requests, would you consider writing something for theon again? Maybe a childhood friends to lovers with a Stark reader? It can be as short or long as you want and feel free to make it smutty!! And again love your writing! Going through the rest of your GoT fics now hehe

Omission

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader

Warnings: smut cuz anon told me i could! 😂, implied sex work in the winter town, slightly manipulative reader? 🤔, cunnilingus, face riding, praise kink, first orgasms, secret relationship 🤫, nipple biting, implied childhood friends, mentions of periods, mentioned past face riding

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"Oh shut up, Robb." Giving your twin brother a harsh shove, Robb merely laughs at you as you pummel your gloved fists against his shoulders. "Now I know you're just teasing me."

"Sweet (y/n), do you really think I would lie to my dear twin?"

Your eyes round as you gape at him. "You lie to me on a daily basis, Robb Stark!" Dealing him another smack on the head, Robb pleads for mercy from your tiny fists of fury. Seeing that he's given up, you let your arms fall back to your side, glaring at him. "There's no way. I've seen the two of you sneaking out to the winter towns. Probably to the brothels."

"You think so little of us men, don't you." He sighs and leans his back against the ominous face of the heart tree. To southerners, the face may appear quite macabre with the streams of red that streak out of it's eyes. Having been around it since the day you were born, it was never something to fear. Something to cower away from.

The castle of Winterfell was always hustling and bustling with the work of the many hands that were required to smoothly run it. Along with those of the large Stark family. Eight children including the Greyjoy ward, Theon, had the halls filled with loud shouting, singing, or laughing.

Out in the personal godswood that your family possessed, you and your twin brother liked to get away just to catch up. He was heir of Winterfell being the first born boy. You were separated from him and given the education that any other prestigious young lady of Westeros received. Unfortunately you never had lessons that overlapped with one another, despite your many complaints to your parents.

And what was your dear brother divulging to you? The fact that your father's ward Theon was so obviously smitten with you that even you were aware of his affections. You'd indulge your brother though and pretend not to know a thing. You'll keep your knowledge to yourself and utilize later. Pretend that you hadn't just been making out with Theon just a few hours prior. Robb may be your other half, but this was a secret that you couldn't truly share with him and swore Theon to secrecy. No, Robb was too close to Ned. He could accidentally let something slip to indicate your true relationship with the kraken boy.

A potential suitor for you, the eldest of Ned's daughters, hadn't been discussed fully though you'd heard whispers from the maids and lords in the halls. Trying to guess who your father would give you away to. Theon would not be a candidate.

"I just thought you should know how he feels." Robb hums.

"You know nothing real can come from it." Pointing out, you feel something seize in your chest. It thickens your throat so that pushing out your words was a struggle. "Theon and I. . . Even if- and I'm not saying I like him that way- even if we got together father would never allow it."

He purses his lips in response. "If we bring up the case properly, I believe father will hear us out."

You shake your head. Robb was ever the optimist.

"Don't say anything about it to father." Simply telling him, you use the trunk of the tree to help yourself get up. The weight of your gown skirts tend to pull you down. In response, Robb gets up as well and helps to dust you off. "Please Robb. I don't want Theon getting in trouble." That was the last thing the two of you needed was Ned to increase his surveillance toward Theon. While he cared for the boy, he was always wary due to the Greyjoy Rebellion. They'd proven to be untrustworthy and Ned being a realist always held concern that Theon would grow to be just like Balon Greyjoy.

You didn't know the Lord of the Iron Islands and Theon didn't speak much about him but from what little you were able to gather, you'd say Theon would be nothing like his sire. Lord Ned already felt like Theon was a bad influence on Robb with his cocky attitude and cavalier nature. He did not desire any of his children to adopt those traits.

"Okay okay." He's holding your hand as the two of you trudge through snow to get back to the warmth of the castle. "But. . . do you think you can be a little nicer to him now that you know he holds a flame for you? It's bad enough Sansa and mother always treat him coldly."

Frowning you glance at him. "I'm always nice."

You hate how he rolls his Tully blue eyes. "You're always frigid when he's around. You weren't like that when we were all children. You used to hang off him. But you've changed since. . . since you flowered. . ."

Again he finds your hands smacking his arm. "Please don't EVER mention my cycles again." Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed that Robb was even aware when you'd had your first moonblood.

As you enter through the kitchens, Robb's laughter rings above the other chattering. "My apologies. I forget that you're a proper lady now. Like mother and Sansa." He fake curtsies and you have half the mind to kick his shin until your septa shows up; breathless like she's been running around all over Winterfell.

"There you are!" She hisses and stomps toward you.

Robb abandons you to flee and save himself.

Even with your slippers covering your feet, the piercing cold of the stone floor got past even the thickest of wool. Frozen toes were a small price to pay; especially when Theon will happily warm them up once you get to his room. There were a few obstacles you had to bypass in your route. Nothing you couldn't handle.

You'd made this journey many times in the past two years.

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

That's when you saw Theon. . . differently.

"I was wondering if you'd make it tonight." Barely stepping in front of his door but a second ago, you grin at his eagerness and let him pull you in. Quietly shutting his door as to not alarm anyone, Theon spins around and envelops you in his arms.

Nuzzling into the warmth of his chest, you sigh in contentment. All the stress of your day rolling right off of you. Even within the security of his room, you still kept your voice to barely above a whisper. "I thought about it. . . Robb's onto you, you know. I'm worried he'll discover the truth."

Theon sits you down on his bed, wrapping one of his fur blankets around you so that you could warm yourself up. Wandering off to the table in his room, he pours two chalices of wine. "Just tell him. I keep telling you he'd take the secret to his grave. Your brother would never risk getting you in that much trouble."

"Not consciously." Pulling the fur tighter, you focus on the softness. "He might imply something to our father in his attempt to help us. Robb thinks our lord father can be reasoned with about a relationship between the two of us."

He's quiet with his back turned to you, busying himself with stoking the fire in the hearth. You watch shadows cast by the fire dance along the broad width of his shoulders.

"Why wouldn't your father marry you to me?" Theon asks after a moment of quiet contemplation. When he faces you again, there's a streak of hurt in his eyes that makes your stomach drop. "It would strengthen bonds between the north and the Iron Islands. And I can't imagine you marrying anyone else but me. I knew from the moment we met that you would be my bride."

Any other time you might have laughed at the idea. Empathetic, you rise from the bed and float over to him; caressing his stubbled cheeks with both of your hands and drawing him closer. In a perfect world MAYBE your father would have considered marrying you off to the last surviving Greyjoy son. His blood was too precious to him though and you knew Ned would only ever choose a husband for you that hailed from the north. Especially since he knew Robb would raise hell if you were given to any other kingdom in Westeros. It was only right that twins stay together after all.

You know how to pull his mind away from such unpleasantness. If you fell victim to those thoughts. . . it would only make your life miserable. The way you handled your reality may not be healthy and this certainly should be addressed, but you were too scared to discuss it. Cowardice you knew it was. You covered it up with saccharine kisses that coaxed Theon to lower his guard.

Your world was full of lies. Perhaps not outright lies, but you were still omitting the truth to your entire family.

If it meant keeping Theon's kisses all to yourself, you didn't feel too bad about it.

This discussion would be brought up again in the future. That was inescapable. You rue the day when Ned finally decided on your husband. Theon would raise hell. You'd hold it off for as long as possible. The maiden in you wanted to believe in this fantasy that Theon thought would come true. Far more happy than what was in store for you in your future.

Having to bend slightly over your short form (you hated how much taller Sansa was than you. It wasn't fair. You were older than her yet you barely were an inch taller than Arya!), once both of you break the kiss for much needed air, Theon presses his forehead against your's, his nose brushing against you're cheek similar to the barn cat that you liked to cuddle with. Rubbing his scent onto you as a claim.

Swiftly his hands grab at your rear as he hoists you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for stability. His lips trail kisses along your neck up to the juncture of your neck.

"Do you remember when I first took you?" Theon asks, lips moving against your skin.

Your fingers curl, dragging him closer to you. If you truly could have things your way, you'd never let him go. Freezing the moment to never ending stillness. It was a selfish want, but you didn't care for you truly loved Theon; even if you could never say it out loud to him. If you did then he would do everything and anything to make sure you were wed to him. You didn't doubt that treason would be one of those options. You'd seen it in his eyes before when you let the discussion of getting married went on for too long. You couldn't indulge him.

How could you not remember the day he pierced your maidenhead? The very same day you broke down to him, admitting that you were uncontrollably attracted to him. Longing and desire replaced the once childish adoration you held for him. Ever since your first cycle, it was like your entire body was on fire when Theon was remotely near you.

When you admitted everything, Theon took you back to his room and. . . well. . . From between your legs he spouted nonstop words of adoration and utter devotion to you, his beloved Lady of the North. He confessed to going to the brothels in the winter towns but only so that he could learn how to please you in the bed in order to win you over. How else would he be able to compete against all the other lords that would come calling?

Honestly, you barely heard most of the words he was saying above the roaring of your heartbeat in your ears. A surprise that no one heard you screaming when you had your first climax. Terrified at first and not understanding what was happening to you, Theon ever so softly coaxed you with his tongue and soft touches until you relaxed and came. He encouraged you to shove your cunt into his face (his words, not your's). Even if you were afraid that you would suffocate him or break his nose. That would only make him more persistent. Your face was beaming bright red when he positions your entire body over his face and with the sheer strength of his arms, dips you up and down onto his tongue.

Theon folded you into positions you'd never imagined following that first encounter. From that moment on, you were his. And you couldn't imagine anyone else touching you like Theon did. When his fingers roamed over your skin, it was like he was reading from a book. All your sweet spots spelled out just for him in invisible ink.

From your hooded expression, Theon came to the proper conclusion that you did indeed remember that day which makes his lips curl into a wicked grin. His pupils are clearly blown out in the pools of blue.

Taking care to lay you down gently onto the surface of his bed, the furs around your shoulders fall and splay around you, revealing your nightgown and the small peaks of your erect nipples grazing against your shift.

Theon captures a nipple that poked from your shift. His front teeth softly put pressure making you mewl and writhe under him. You feel a hand glide up your thigh until it rests on your naked hip. "I think of it as the happiest day of my life. Not just because I finally got to fuck you, but also because you said you had feelings for me as I did for you."

Familiar warmth pushes past your lower lips that have you gasping and attempting to arch your back, but Theon makes sure you can't squirm.

Over the blood rushing through your ears and the numbing of your brain as he pumps his fingers in and out while easily sliding in a second and third one; you caught the low whisper of his voice.

"Whatever it takes. I'll make you my bride."

[terras-domain]

what do you think the sexiest thing StayC Isa would do? (Besides showing off her thicc thighs)

terra's note: Hey anon, took me a while to write this, cuz I have to think of a wild theme but I couldn't make it short enough like I usually do. So uuuh yeah, hope you accept this little short "smut" of her getting railed hehe. Anyways love you all, whoever it is reading this and hope you have a nice day <33 (trigger warning: voyeurism, cum in pussy, stranger sex)

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Isa one time going out to a water park with the girls, and after a tiring day of going rides and splashing water she rests on a giant floaty, laying down on her stomach while she relaxes on a lazy river. While she lets the stream bring her across the lap of the chill pool, she feels a hand groping on her soft covered ass, causing her to jolt up and look around the area, seeing there's actually a guy that was groping her.

For some reason the guy had zero idea who he did that too, in his mind that was just some random hot chick you would find at a water park. The fact she's alone makes it the more reasons for Isa to be a prey for his lust. Isa, seeing the guy not even flinch after making direct eye contact, tilted her head in confusion and questioned, "do you not know who I am?". The pervert only gave a short reply, "no idea, but your body sure does sing for me." Isa could only shake her head in disbelief. Is Stayc really that underrated? After a little thought, she's pretty stressed from schedule and when else will she ever be treated like a normal woman? She looked at the guy that groped him and left her floaty somewhere she can pick up later. The guy was ecstatic to see Isa still there with him even after practically molesting her.

The lazy river was deep enough to submerge Isa's lower body, so when the guy kept touching and squeezing her round ass, it wasn't visible. It was a slow day sure but there's still people around to see the guy groping her ass. They ended up near a section where they spray mists of water which covers the vision of most people around. The man stopped her, letting the journey around the lazy river to a short pause. "Let's have a little fun baby~" he lowered his shorts, letting his cock out and lead her hand to hold it.

Isa was shocked to feel her soft hands holding such a huge member, out in the open, only hidden underneath the pool of water mixed with chlorine. She had no other choice but to take a step forward to close the gap between them, making sure nobody sees them. "Fuck this is so wrong..." Isa muttered, her voice breathy from anxiety, scared of getting caught. "Don't worry sweetie. Nobody can see us~" the soft yet deep voice from the man reassured Isa to be more calm. She kept her hand moving back and forth on his cock, working it up to make him hard, almost leaking a bit of precum from his cock.

"Oh gosh baby you're a pro at this aren't you?" As the guy endured Isa's soft hands jerking her off, he reached down to her thighs, groping her. It's either the mist is too thick today or the people that went past them were blinded by the two having literal sex at the corner of a lazy river. The fact they haven't been caught yet boost the ego of the man, wanting to take more risks. He turned her around and slowly slide his cock in between her thick milky thighs. Isa yelped, but immediately covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing her moans while the pervy guy keeps doing his business. She can see multiple people crossing paths with them as he fucks her smooth thighs, but for some reason nobody was noticing anything weird about them. The man in heat continues his pursuit between Isa's thick thighs, humping his cock back and forth as he grunted, trying to hold back his load.

"Fuck baby, I wanna cum." He grunted, whispering in her ears so that it won't be heard by anyone else. "What? But then they'll see your cum though" Isa argued, worried as she raised an eyebrow whilst looking at him. It was too late, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to improvise somehow. Last resort, he slide Isa's underwear to the side, and slide in his cock deep inside as he shot his load deep in her tight cunt, leaving Isa to bite her lips, fighting the urge to scream out her moans as her pussy gets filled up. "Fuckkk....." Isa looked back at him, seeing his panting, joyous face from cumming to such a baddie. As much as Isa wanted to punch him in the face and tear his horny dick off, she had fun, so she lets him off. "That was fun~" the man smirked, huffing and puffing to regain his breath. "What's your name cutie?" He asked, trying to hook up for another round sometime else. "oh sorry~ I can't give you my number. I uuuh can't really do that" Isa replied, her forehead sweating as she tries to find herself a way to get out of the river to get back her floaty. "aww why's that babygirl? I promise it'll be worth your time the next time we meet." He countered, pushing his luck to get the girl who satisfied his lustful needs. He wants her again, more and more of that juicy body. "Sorry dude, it's pretty complicated. Search up Stayc, maybe you'll find some answers." She smiled, in a show off manner as she climbed the steps to get out of the pool of chlorine, her thighs jiggle at every step which made the public eye fixated on her for that moment, especially the one that managed to cum in her tight pussy. She walked away, hiding the cum deep in her pussy hoping nobody sees it. "This is one hell of a story to tell Sieun unnie" she sighed, walking away quickly as her steps fades away from the scene.

[fryday]

Your post about the glass photo😭 ahh you really just put all my thoughts into words!

What are some of your favorite moments from yesterday’s stream? What made you laugh/smile the most?<3

(x) ahh i'm glad! hehe

gosh what a question. the moment from t=0 to t=1:59:45

no but for real, some of my personal highlights were:

phil calling his derpy bday photos of dan a "loving" selection :'))))

"distressed goth lesbian" phil

dan losing his cool over distressed goth lesbian phil so hard he'll probably never find it again

(backtrack a little cuz - dan putting the choker around phil's neck from behind. why'd that have such an Energy. jeez)

sister daniel comeback

every time sister daniel flirted with phil but ESPECIALLY when she coyly flicked his cheek asking "am i your angle?" like — gurl hello ⁉️ you are LIVE 😭😭😭

dan laughing so hard he snorted at father philip's introduction

dnp reacting to their early sims video!!! :'))))

dan receiving the duneussy from phil akjnfkne it was a completely unhinged moment but dan was so genuinely shocked and happy. he was beaming (and crying LMAO)

dan very gently pushing phil's hair away from his forehead during the slittening 2.0 🤧

overall an extremely special 2 hours i will rewatch many times probably lmao

[aileetoilee]

Been playing a bit of Kingdom Hearts lately and by a bit I mean 7 hours straight in one day

I'm almost done with KH1! Still have Atlantica, Halloween Town, neverland and whatever comes after (Really curious as to what Hollow Bastion is) So no Spoilers please!!

Also if anything happens to my son Sora I will blame it all on Rikku (＃`Д´) That dude has been making a series of decisions I'm mad about lmao

Fun story, when I was around 8 I followed this youtuber that was a fan of KH and even had his minecraft avatar as sora from KH2. I watched a lot of his let's play including Zelda WW (Fav Loz game) and KH! Fast forward 12 years later, my Vtuber friend starts streaming KH since it finally released on Steam and I've fallen down that rabbit hole since hehe

I started playing KH1 like 3 days ago on a Ps2 emulator and player 8+ hours before a friend of mine gifted my the ENTIRE KH collection on steam (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) I'm super grateful to my friend cuz that wasn't cheap but man,,,, 8 hours down the toilets lmao

Anyways, here's me as a Keyblade User! I noticed the keyblades also had titles so mine is the Shooting Star! hehe

[evercelle]

me: (playing Fontaine story finally and getting to know Lyney) Haha no wonder Ever called him Oumacore. Hm wonder why he sounds so familiar

...and that's who I found out that he's also voiced by Hiro Shimono in the Japanese dub!

I don't know if you knew when you drew that piece but I couldn't stop laughing when I found out, it's perfect. I loved that piece you did for the record (and all of your art is so wonderful), have you ever thought of how dangan characters like Saihara and Ouma would be if they really were in Genshin? (@ Hoyo dream crossover when-)

i did know that!! hehe lots of things about fontaine's archon quests feel like homage to VN murder mysteries, esp. ace attorney/dangan, but after playing lyneys story quest i am CONVINCED someone in the hyv writers room is a v3 liker specifically. you're giving me a lying twink with a sly smile and a secret agenda and a story quest about how important it is to find a truth that grounds you while navigating a world filled with lies?? hello

i actually do have an entire saiou genshin AU i plotted out to celestial in a 20 min deranged stream of consciousness LOL but i won't go into detail about it cuz that's something we might work on together later...!!

(incidentally, in a separate but still equally deranged stream of consciousness i wrote up an entire genshin mechanic kit for ouma two whole months ago that ALSO happens to involve cards and stacks... accidentally ghost wrote lyney lmao)

[arkngth]

Antonio doodle/info dump since he was around last month :3

left is the most recent doodles before i knew he'd be coming back

right is the first drawings of him (coincidentally exactly a year ago from June 1st)

more uncolored doodles n sketches. i kinda draw Antonio the most, but i rarely post about him (been gatekeepmaxxing)

last drawings that i actually still kinda like.. i have much more, i just don't like how they look anymore lmao

rambling wall of text infodump below the cut cuz i am just so autistic about this character LMAO sorry i'm a yapper-

anyway, contrary to popular belief, Antonio is actually my favorite RP character. just in general. and i've never actually seen him live until the other day. unbeknownst to me, i was waiting for a whole year to be able to actually see him live, i think i was more excited about it than cc!anthony was 💀

which might contribute to my love for him bc i had to piece him together like a puzzle from everyone else's POVs and clips n stuff. so at first i didn't want him to come back bc i was afraid he'd be different from the Antonio i made up in my head... but then. i haven't sat n watched, at mostly full attention, a whole stream for 7 hours in a while LOL

when i watched cc!buddha's rdrp vods a year ago n saw Antonio, i thought to myself "oh no... Tony isn't actually my new muse is he...?". and for a while i didn't draw him bc i didn't have any ideas + i didn't really know how to draw him. but i did know that when i did learn how to draw him, it'd be over for me (i wouldn't want to draw anyone else, and i was right oops 😭)

my idea of Antonio is he's just a dumb, impulsive, silly little theatre kid that got wrapped up in being an outlaw bc of Wu n Dot after his house burned down. they woulda been moving around in old box cars wherever the trains took them. Dot dies before the events of WildRP(headcanon), and Wu to me, is the autistic kid that follows Antonio around bc he talks a lot n has charisma lolol. also, to me, Wu is not as evil as he was intended to be, he just follows in Sonny's footsteps who's calculated n violent. While Antonio chooses Cesare's path to be more diplomatic and focuses more on his reputation. Antonio can't win a fight to save his life, and i love him for it. he thinks he's scary n dangerous, but to me, he couldn't hurt a fly hehe. i mean, one of the first things he did in the crossing was host a talent show at the local theatre. i'm a big fan of pathetic men, what can i say.

speaking of, i love how pathetically in love he is with Renni. and i love how, despite how much they like each other, they never actually get together n still respect each other as friends. they are the embodiment of the saying "if you love something let it go, if it comes back its yours" but without the last part.. they are so tragic to me.

in the last 3.5 years of watching rp, i've never had any character or character dynamic make me cry. like, as much as i love how doomed n toxic Donnie/Lang is, i've teared up a bit, but they've never made me cry just thinking about them. but Antonio, n by extension, his relationship with Renni, has made me cry multiple times just thinking about them 😭 and yeah, i cried the other day when Antonio was thinking about Renni LOL

idk why he's the character that changes my brain chemistry, but uh. he is. i've literally never rambled about a character so much online, sorry for the great wall of text bc of it.. i'm usually masking so hard a lot of the time, but i've been wanting to talk about Antonio for so long with no one to yap to so, yknow.. he gets me to unmask and i also love him for that :']

[bcbryar]

DUUUUUDE CONGRATS ON THE MEETUP THING HOLY SHIT???? You gotta do a story time on how you found them!!!!!!! (In a non doxing yourself kinda way of course)

THANK YOU I'll do a little story time but it's not that exciting hehe

Okay so I wanted to find them the day before, but it was 30 degrees Celsius and I didn't wanna do that to myself, so I decided to go yesterday. I woke up at like 11am, and half an hour later I was on the train on my way to them. I had planned to go to the central station, but was prepared to change my route if they ended up wandering further into Amsterdam, so throughout my journey I kept an eye on the stream and the little map. First they went to a café, and I found it and pinned it on the map. They stayed in there for a long while, and afterwards they mentioned going to a FEBO, and judging by the direction they were walking I pinned that one on my map too. Then they were talking about the casino and I started getting close to Amsterdam Central, but my train was delayed and I got actually nervous they were going into the casino cuz I didn't want to bother them in there LMAO But then I was in Amsterdam Central, and they were walking along a bridge, and it was only a ten minute walk, so I hopped out that train and into Amsterdam. I was speedwalking through Amsterdam, man, and at some point I saw them crossing a road and I felt like a right creep just speedwalking after them. I had to wait for the light to turn green so I could cross the road and by then I had lost sight of them, but on stream they were inside a shop, and I figured out which one it was from the outside. I didn't want to walk up to them inside the shop, that's just disrespectful to everyone around, so I waited outside the shop for them to come out (waited around the corner, cuz I didn't wanna look too creepy). I was keeping an eye on the stream, and when Eryn filmed Harry and Bill outside the window I walked up to them and asked for a photo, and then Tubbo came out and I got my pics! I have the whole photo-taking screenrecorded on my phone, except without the sound cuz I'm a noob. And then I did my shopping and some schoolwork and went back home.

I'm not gonna post the clip I took from stream of me meeting them, but if you want to find it I'm not stopping you. I didn't really get a good pic so then Harry offered to take a photo for me, and Bill told me to take his place and stand between Tubbo and Freddie (I think I might've stepped on the side of Fred's shoe for a second there). Tubbo fist bumped me, told me it was nice to meet me and thanked me for coming all this way, then told me to get a stroopwafel for myself too.

[sayoko-ou]

Valetines hc drabble with Mouchy <3

He’d be so against valentines imo

“who tf celebrates this shit ew” kinda guy

literally think Daidus from Emirichu’s chocolate stream

That being said, he’d also be down bad for his s/o

I mean the man has been through some shit so why not spend the day giving him some good old TLC!

dragging him out to a little spot in Sumeru where you prepared a small secret picnic for the two of you

you wanted it to be a romantic surprised but bitch ass levitated there faster than you did

and he’s so stunned, he’ll call you stupid for wasting so much time on this when he’s actually so touched!!!!!

AND GUESS WHAT

you even made bitter chocolate especially for him

how sweet (hehe, get it?)

he’ll probably allow you to cuddle him with a little bit (A LOT) of persuasion

but as the sun sets and you guys are cuddling at the spot you set up, you might be able to get a sneak peak at the tiny adoring smile on his face ;)

...don’t point out the fact he’s technically shielding you from the sun with his hat

I actually wrote this like waaay earlier when I was waiting for my mom's blood drive to finish, but in did it on my outdated tablet cuz my phone was broken, soooo....

[heartbreakgrill]

kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 4- illicit affairs.

“and you know damn well; for you i would ruin myself a million little times.”

a/n: ok i lied there’s 1 more part after this. this one’s way more fun than the last part cuz that’s gonna be angst so enjoy. i’m really happy with this so i hope u love it hehe

also: i feel like tumblr has been cutting off parts of my posts?? like my long ones like this so i’m sorry if there’s abrupt starts to certain parts.

the party went above any expectations we had. rebekah danced the night away, tiara and sash sparkling on her figure every time the lights hit them. she made me wear the extra crown, though i didn't object much at her suggestion. i stayed by her side for hours, leaving once or twice to use the bathroom. at around midnight, she opened presents, and we sang her happy birthday. the singing was joyous, full of laughter and cheer. every person had fun. there wasn't violence, or endangerment. though it was noisy, crowded, and sweaty, it was almost peaceful- lethargic.

even Finn had a good time. he stayed to the sides a bit, watching like a wildflower. just when i worried his roots would sink into the soil there, he pushed off of it and walked into the crowd. at around 2am, I saw him dancing with a girl. He looked happy.

Klaus, of course, bothered Caroline for hours until she eventually started dancing with him. it was silly, the way they matched- but the way he looked at her made my heart clench.

elijah was the unspoken supervisor. he didn't dance, didn't drink. he just watched. But he looked content. he was a strange guy.

as for Kol, well...

i saw him on and off. he was dancing with this group of guys he had befriended. I was shocked he managed to find comraderity, but i couldn't help but feel responsible for it. it's amazing the influence positivity and kindness can have on someone.

at around 3am, the party began to wrap up. people had been leaving in small clumps since 1, but now, streams of attendees were piling out of the door. i found caroline, elena, and bonnie to say goodbye. i hugged each of them and thanked them for coming.

bonnie and elena followed the crowd out the door, but caroline hesitated. she set a gentle hand on my elbow, "i talked to kol for, like, the first time ever in my life."

my ears perked up, and i tilted my chin towards her, "oh, yeah?"

caroline nodded. she bit her lip, "talk to rebekah, k?"

my brows furrowed, "what's that supposed to mean?"

she squeezed my elbow and said, "asap, k? he's been undressing you with his eyes all night. plus he reeks of...affection- ugh."

i couldn't help but blush deep red. i rubbed my lips together, "please leave before i vomit." she laughed before walking out the door.

i turned to face the foyer, a cheeky smile on my face. rebekah was at the cake table with matt donovan. they had danced together much more than they both probably cared to admit. she was nursing yet another red solo cup. he had the tiniest blush dusting his cheekbones. it was sweet.

elijah was already beginning to clean up. finn was helping him, a black trash bag in his left hand. klaus had probably retired to his bedroom by now.

and, there, at the top of the staircase, was kol. he leaned his weight against the railing. i couldn't see his face very well in the dim lighting, but i knew he was watching me. when i looked at me, i noticed a smile light up his expression. my heart thumped in my chest, coursing red blood through my veins that was thick with anticipation. i crossed my arms over my stomach, as if i could hide how he made me feel. he could read everything- my pheromones, apparently, the way my heart rate went off the rails around him.

kol pushed off the staircase. he tilted his head, a quiet beg for me to come up there- a dare, almost. my eyes flickered to rebekah, who was bent at the waist, hand on matt's bicep as she laughed. i looked back to kol and nodded shortly.

i had put my heels back on once everyone started leaving, and they clicked against the tile floor as i walked to rebekah. she looked up as i approached her. a loud grin overcame her red lips. she tossed an arm around my shoulders, scrunching me into her side. i slid mine to her waist.

she squealed, "oh, i love you so much, y/n."

"i love you, too, beks," i pressed my head into her shoulder.

she turned, embracing me in a hug. i squeezed back, though her hold was impossibly strong. "no, i'm serious. i love you so much."

i giggled, making a face at matt over her shoulder. he cracked a smile. "i'm serious, too. love you."

rebekah sniffled, "i'm serious. you're the most amazing person in the entire world. you're so thoughtful and kind. i don't deserve your friendship."

did i feel a little guilty? fuck me if i didn't.

i opened my mouth, hesitated. i could tell her here and now. but that would ruin the moment. i knew she wouldn't be entirely pissed at me- but it would throw her world off it's axis a little bit.

so i swallowed it. "yes, you do. you deserve the world, rebekah."

she hugged me tighter, if at all possible, before letting go. "i love you. always and forever."

my chest tightened- shaky gasp slipped through my nose. i clenched my jaw, brows raised from my shock. i clenched her hand in mine, "always and forever."

i swallowed thickly, "i'm gonna go get ready for bed, yeah? is it okay if i stay over?"

rebekah nodded enthusiastically, "we can go get brunch tomorrow!"

with a nod, i turned on my heel and pushed off the floor and up the steps. when i reached the top, i turned left instead of right. towards kol's room.

i didn't knock on the door. i walked in, my breath anxious. kol was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows leaned against his knee. he looked up when the door clicked shut, a frown on his face. his eyes lit up, though, light brown flecks shining to see me.

i crossed my arms, "hey."

"darling," kol stood. his arms were slack at his side, but i watched his fingers flinch, like they were resisting the urge to reach out and touch me.

i stepped closer, but i kept my hands to myself. "i take it you heard."

kol sighed, "i did."

a deep breath sucked up into my lungs. i brushed loose strands of hair behind my ear. "i'm sorry."

kol waved me off, lazily, "don't worry about it. we were crazy to think-"

"i know," i cut him off. "we can try to be friends, yeah?"

"don't," kol shook his head, "you know i can't do that."

my shaky hands rubbed at my neck, "i know. but i can't just now know you, kol."

"i can't have doses of you, y/n."

i felt sick, hot, sweaty. "i get it. yeah, i understand. promise me one thing?"

kol finally met my eyes. there was a thin line of red encasing his brown, a desperate blow lying within his pupils. "yes?"

"try to be nicer. to yourself. for me?" i reached out a hand, let my fingers wrap around his bicep. they squeezed gently, warm above his touch.

kol tensed up, but nodded. "anything for you, darling."

i shuddered, breathed deeply, and turned to leave. i reached for the doorknob, feeling a ghostly emptiness hollow out my stomach. just as i went to open the door, kol's hands spun me around. he pushed me against the door, gripping my waist.

my back arched against the door, breath quickening with my heart beat. i leaned into him, tilting my head back far so i could see him. my hands caught his shoulders.

kol hesitated, eyeing my lips, down to gm dress, back up to my own flustered gaze. he breathed heavily, gritting his teeth. he resisted the urge i could see lingering on the tip of his tongue.

i dropped my head against the door. "kol, please-"

he listened.

within a split second, he pushed his lips against mine, a fierce kiss, much more desperate than the one we'd had last night. my chest bubbled up with affection, a giddy scream lying just beneath my throat. i smiled against his lips.

my brain was racing, my heart thumping, and i could barely breathe.

but he was kissing me.

—

i didn't sleep. rebekah passed out on the bed beside me as soon as she lay down. i was curled up in an old t-shirt, facing the other direction. i held my breath when she came into the room, as she lay down beside me. i eventually passed out, but it was an anxious sleep, one where i woke up sweating. rebekah was already up.

she was doing her makeup, of course, her freshly washed hair wrapped up in a towel. i wiped a hand across my mouth, finding drool wetting my lip. gross.

rebekah grinned into the mirror when she noticed me sitting up. i leaned against the headboard as she turned around in her seat, "morning, sunshine. you ready for some brunch?"

i groaned. my head hurt. "yes. i need some grease to soak up this hangover."

"you're welcome for that," she pointed her lipgloss at me. "now, go; shower and get ready. brunch time!"

"fine," i slid off the platform bed, feet hitting the cold floor with a slap. i shivered. "but, i am not doing makeup."

rebekah shrugged, facing her mirror again. "i'm just gonna order from the grill and go and grab it. you don't have to come."

i sighed, rolling my eyes, "thank god. i don't want to go anywhere until school tomorrow."

rebekah shook her head, "i'm a bad influence."

i mhmed her, and shut the bathroom door.

as i showered, i felt the urge to vomit. after kol kissed me- well, after we made out against his bedroom door, we didn't say anything. just 'goodnight.' wow a great anecdote.

we had agreed, before the kiss, that we needed to end whatever was brewing between us. but that kiss made things different. it was more solidifying than the kiss we shared on friday. like a lock in a key- but where did that key go? was he holding it? or had he thrown it out the window?

i kinda wished we could burn it.

after my shower, i changed into sweatpants and another big tee. i wrapped my hair up in a towel and slid into some comfy socks. rebekah was gone- she left a note telling me she had gone to get the food. i guess i took a very long shower.

i padded down the steps, head banging in beat with my steps. once i reached the landing, the front door opened. rebekah held up two big bags of food, and a tray of drinks.

"i'm back!"

she was entirely too loud.

i took my drink from the tray and grabbed one of the bags from her. i followed her into the kitchen, where she sat at the island. elijah was reading a newspaper, nursing a cup of coffee. klaus sat at the island, a cup of blood.

and kol was across from him. because rebekah had sat next to klaus, i had to sit next to kol. i eyed the seat and felt kol's eyes latch onto me. mine flickered to his, and a heat beat through my body.

i looked away and sat next to him.

rebekah passed out breakfast sandwiches, a platter of french fries in the middle of the island. i, unashamedly, stuffed my face.

rebekah, forever the talkative one, started up, "so, y/n, are you going to be seeing that guy anytime soon?"

i shifted in my seat, chewing quickly. "um," i swallowed, "probably not."

elijah peeked over his newspaper, sipping his coffee slyly. there was a knowing look in his eyes.

i glanced to kol, who went stiff beside me. did he know the guy was him? hopefully, or i'd have an angry, jealous kol on my hands.

rebekah groaned, "ugh! you're boring. call him up, have stupid, wreckless sex, and dump him!"

i flushed bright red at her comment. klaus snorted into his glass and elijah twisted up a brow. that's fucking embarrassing.

nearly choking on my sandwich, i attempted to clear my throat. "you know, some conversations are not meant to be had in front of three of your brothers, rebekah."

"why?" she scoffed. "they'd agree. right, kol?"

kol took a deep breath; sitting up in his seat, he tapped a hand against the counter. "i don't think i'm qualified to be apart of this."

rebekah waved him off, "sure you are. you're the king of meaningless sex. you've never been committed to a single woman- ever."

i licked my lips, dry from the ironically morbid conversation. elijah snickered into his coffee cup, "little sister-" he fought back the grin, "y/n is uncomfortable with this conversation."

klaus laughed loudly. "hm," he snickered, "i believe y/n is not alone in that feeling."

rebekah flicked her wrist lazily, "you're all annoying. you talk about whatever you want, whenever you want. and suddenly when i do it-"

"rebekah," i interrupted, voice tired, "i think i want to go home now."

she narrowed her eyes, searching my face. "you okay?"

i shook my head lightly, "i'm just feeling sick. from last night. sorry."

she bounced off the stool, onto her feet. "oh, no that's okay. don't apologize. are you okay? do you want some blood?"

i cringed, "ah, no. that's okay. im sure i can handle a hangover without magical healing properties."

klaus snickered again. he had a dry sense of humor, i noticed.

rebekah nudged kol as she rounded the island counter, "can i take your car?"

he peered at her, "are you kidding me? fuck off, beks."

rebekah elbowed him in the side, "come on!"

"no! you've crashed three cars in your life and you were daggered three years after they were even invented!" kol argued.

i slid off the bar stool. she looked to klaus and elijah, who both shook their heads. "no," klaus shortly spoke. "not taking mine."

kol glanced at me, an idea on his lips. "i can take her home."

rebekah rolled her eyes, "whatever. come, y/n, let's get your bag."

she walked out of the kitchen. i hesitated as kol looked up to me. he nodded once, tight lipped smile on his mouth. i smiled half-heartedly.

elijah met my eyes as i walked out of the kitchen and he tilted his chin expectantly. fuck off, elijah, why do you always have to be right?

—

"who's the guy?"

i was watching the woods of mystic fall roll past by vision. it was a rainy day, surprisingly, and the cloudy sky painted the air a tinted gray. i usually liked rainy weather, but even this was gloomy to me.

my head turned to kol. he was staring out the windshield, focused on the road. but his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. i furrowed my brows, "what?"

"the guy rebekah was talking about. who is he?" kol took a deep breath.

i could see him restraining his anger, trying to be mindful of his emotions. i felt a little proud of him. though i laughed at the question and kol glanced at me. "why're you laughing?"

i turned my knees towards him, showing him my focus. "because you're the guy."

kol scrunched his nose, absolutely confused. "what?"

"i had to make up excuses this week to see you, so i pretended like i was going on dates with this guy. you're the guy," i laughed again.

kol's shoulders visibly relaxed. his grip on the wheel loosened, "fuck me."

i shook my head. "it's okay. common mistake."

kol thought for a moment, head tilting from the weight of his thoughts. "well, how detailed was this cover story? why was she making a big deal about you hooking up with this guy- me, i guess, ha."

my cheeks turned a little red. "pretty detailed, i think. she asked why i was going to stop seeing him and i told her...that- he's toxic."

kol glared at me. "thanks."

"well," i defended, "you kinda are. as cringey as it is to say this, you are a bad boy."

"and her anecdote was for you to sleep with me? to be dangerous for once?" he chortled.

i nodded, "she thinks i'm too cookie cutter."

he replied with a shrug, "i don't disagree with her."

"thanks for your unwanted opinion."

kol rose a hand in defense, "well, you are. plus, i'd get laid, darling."

i reached forward and shoved his shoulder. he leaned away from my touch, but i managed to get him. we laughed at the exchange.

"you know that's not going to be happening."

kol went quiet. "i know."

last night sunk back into our skin, into the tense air between us. stopping it was difficult- as we had proven with that kiss. but we needed to be strong, responsible adults.

the rest of the ride was silent. an uncomfortable, desperate silent. i could hear kol's breath- it was ragged at one point, like he was growing anger. then, it became deep, slow, from his diaphragm. he was focusing on control.

when we reached my house, he opened the car for me, and led me to my front door. i went to open it, but hesitated, and turned to him.

"kol?" i spoke.

he looked up from his shoes, "hm?"

i frowned deeply, face sunken with hopeless greed. i dropped my book bag, and opened my arms. he fell into my embrace, wrapping his fingers around my back. the clutched at my hoodie, selfish but needy. i twisted mine at the nape of his neck, in his hair. it was more than just a friendly hug.

he pulled back slightly, nudging his nose uo my neck, and to my cheek. i pressed a lazy kiss on his cheek as it dragged past my face, and one more to his lips. he pressed against me, kissing back.

what the fuck is wrong with us?

—

i didn’t see kol again until wednesday.

when i went up to my room, after our third illicit embrace, i lay in bed, staring at his contact in my phone. my thumb hovered over the button, over the possibility of hearing his voice again. i built the nerve to dial his number, until a buzz snapped me out of my fatal daze. rebekah texted me, another thank you for my part in the effort. she ended the message with ‘a+f <3.’

when my eyes scanned over her words, i tossed my phone to the other end of my bed. i tugged my blanket over my head, coddling myself in it’s warm embrace.

i showered later, then fell asleep, and awoke to a new week: a monday. i would leave kol and our uncontrollable lips in the past.

moving forward, i went to school with a pit in my stomach.

letting go was never easy. especially when you’d never know what could’ve been.

monday bled into wednesday. after cheer practice, rebekah wanted to hang out, but i had a shift at the grill. i went straight there from school, changed into my uniform from my workout clothes, and clocked in. matt was behind the bar, wiping down its wooden counter. i passed him as i made my way to the stack of clean aprons under the bar.

he waved his free hand, “hey, y/n.”

i smiled, tight-lipped. “hey.”

“that party was awesome.”

my smile cracked a bit at his jockey demeanor. “thanks. i’m glad you came. rebekah was grateful.”

matt nodded. he paused wiping the counter and turned to me, opening our conversation, “good. i had a lot of fun hanging out with her.”

i tied my apron around my waist. “she likes you.”

matt sheepishly shrugged, “i’ve noticed.”

i rolled my eyes at the cheeky expression on his face. “just text her. it’s not that deep.”

i turned on my heel and got to work getting my things prepared for a dinner rush. luckily, mondays were easy, so it was only me and one other waitress- georgia. i worked until 8pm.

when my shift ended, i tugged my backpack over my shoulder and my cheer bag over the other. i had to take out two large bags of trash, too, as well as juggle my small food order. matt noticed me struggling as i walked past the bar and opened his lips to offer to help.

however, a dark voice interrupted his words. “need any help, darling?”

my stomach fluttered, but a nervous juxtaposition tickled my skin. i turned to kol, red-faced from my shift and from his presence.

“what’re you doing here?” i hushed my voice as he neared me, hands in his pockets.

kol took my book bag and the trash from me. “lead the way, love.”

i rolled my eyes. but started towards the back door. kol followed me down the steps, to the dumpsters, in silence. the bang of the dumpster lid falling shut seemed to break our quiet, because he sighed, stuck his hands back in his pockets, and,

“i wanted to see you,” kol shrugged.

i shifted my weight, flickering my eyes around the darkly lit space. were there any wandering eyes? “you shouldn’t have come.”

kol stepped towards me, and i narrowed my eyes in warning, “don’t say that, darling.”

“kol,” i breathed through my teeth, “this is a terrible idea. i don’t know how many times i have to tell you.”

my eyes kept wandering around us, heart beat thumping with fear and anticipation. kol, who was trying to match my gaze, huffed in annoyance.

“c’mere, darling,” he spoke through his deeply let breath.

kol grabbed my bicep, pulled us beside each other, then wove an arm around my waist. “deep breath,” he ghosted into my ear, tickling my hair and the skin on my neck.

within a flash, we were on my front porch. it was the first time i’d ever sped like that. my breath caught in my throat and i choked, coughing a few times to clear the airway. kol kept hold of my waist, and his fingers rubbed my hip comfortingly.

“you okay?” he whispered gently.

i nodded once. “thanks for the ride,” i stepped to the side.his arm dropped. “you should go.”

kol set my back pack down. i clutched at the strap to my duffel, as if it could ground me. he reached out a hand, but i stepped back, further from him. “y/n, please-“

“no!” i spilled out, louder than i’d ever been. “i’m not doing this anymore. i feel sick to my stomach every time i’m around rebekah. we need to let this go. that’s final.”

kol’s bottom lip quivered, and he sucked in between his teeth. his hand dropped, “are you sure that that’s what you want?”

i hesitated, shrugged, glancing to my feet. “you know what i want. this is a need.”

kol nodded once, gulped. “ok. i-i’ll go then.”

he walked away from me, then stopped. his back faced mine, a wall of glass built between us by our frames. i heard him suck in a breath. my stomach clenched. my heart beat thumped rapidly in my throat, just beneath my clenched jaw. i know what we both expected to happen- both of us wanted to break. wanted to turn around and do what we’d been doing- play cat and mouse. play with fire. play each other. dangle a bone we know couldn’t be eaten. the forbidden, illicit apple of us.

i closed my eyes, lashes fluttering against my cheek, took a deep breath, and made myself remember: rebekah. i leaned down, picked up my book bag, and walked inside my house. as it shut, i pressed my cheek against it. it was cool on my skin.

i heard him walk away.

i showered. unpacked my cheer bag. packed a fresh set of practice clothes. i brushed my hair and put it in braids for bed. i fed grim. i journaled for two minutes, but realized everything i had to say was just grossly depressing. i organized my makeup drawer.

i sat at my vanity, an expired lipstick in hand. i stared at its contents, boring a hole through the product. my ears pricked when i heard a branch snap outside my window. heart rate jumping. skin tingling. i knew what- who- it was.

i drug my feet to the window, let it fall open with the small push of my hand. kol stood on the small balcony attached to my bedroom. my brows furrowed up, eyes glazed with powerless desire.

kol looked to me, hands slack at his sides. his lips were parted slightly. his eyes were similar to a lost dog, downturned and pleading. i went to shake my head, hands crossed over my stomach.

but i caved.

i let my hands fall. let him push forward through the space between us. let him grab my face, pull my lips against his. let him kick my baloney door shut as i gripped at his shoulders; let the back of my legs hit the side of my bed. let him push me down into my mattress.

i let him undress me. i let him kiss me. i let him have him.

i let this build.

—

it had been three weeks.

three weeks of;

late night meetings on my balcony. a small cold from the air. midnight car rides to a scenic overlook. parked cars and heater on. a t-shirt in my laundry basket. a new shirt for bed. a pair of boxers on my floor. a shuffle as rebekah entered my room. a rush of adrenaline as i kicked then under my bed. my lipstick on his collar. a tide stick now in his car.

his hands in my hair. learning to braid.

my hands in his hair. my back bent over my bed.

learning that he likes cinnamon in his hot chocolate and he’s never been to a football game. learning he likes to be the one to drive places and there’s a little dinner off of the state route fifteen minutes out of town. learning skipping class goes unnoticed by everybody when i still turn my homework. that kol can play the guitar but only like ten different chords. learning his favorite song is somebody else by the 1975 and he doesn’t really like taylor swift, but he listens to her for me.

our week looked like;

monday blues being cured by him walking me home from work. he’d put his headphones in our ears and carry my bags after taking the trash out for me. the 1975 and taylor swift would play. the night would get cold and he’d give me his jacket. he’d walk me to my door. he’d leave. only to return two hours later, floorboards creaking and fingers slinking across skin.

tuesdays were met with rebekah’s house, a small routine we’d fallen into once me getting tuesdays off work had become a trend. she’d vamp us home from school and we’d study together in the living room. we’d watch a movie and eat too much junk food. and we’d escape to her room when her brothers would crowd the house. i’d go to the bathroom and sneak to kol’s room.

wednesdays were a pattern of mondays.

thursday’s looked like tuesdays.

and fridays were my favorite.

this one was our third football game of the season. kol hadn’t been to one yet. he was waiting for rebekah to- inevitably- skip a game for some supernatural conflict. today was our lucky day.

he texted me at 6:30pm, half an hour before kick off, and convinced me to sneak out of the locker room. he was waiting on the side of the building, sporting a mystic falls timber wolves away jersey matt had leant him. i asked him how he managed to do that, and he just dropped a wink.

“he’s been seeing me around. i guess i earned his trust.”

kol peered around, made sure no one was watching, and grabbed me by my hips. he pressed me up against the cool brick of the school building, pushing his nose against mine as i looked up at him.

“i like this outfit,” he breathed against my mouth.

i shivered under his touch, fingers grasping at his forearms. “don’t get dirty at school. that’s weird.”

kol rolled his eyes. “i’m a thousand years old. school doesn’t faze me. plus, there’s weirder places.”

“oh, yeah?” i giggled. “where?”

kol looked up, as if searching his brain. he met my eyes, widened his in humorous exaggeration, “the slums of london, summer, 1645. sewage wasn’t invented. women wore five hundred layers of clothing. it was hot. that’s way grosser than this.”

i cringed my nose at the description, “wow, that’s so romantic. i totally wanna kiss you now.”

kol squeezed my hips, “oh, darling, what am i gonna do with you?”

my hands slid up his arms, wrapping around his neck. “i can think of a few things.”

kol pressed in closer, humming. “i think i can, too.”

his lips slowly slotted between mine. i melted into his touch.

the game went by quickly. i swapped my cheer skirt for leggings, my top for a hoodie too large. kol’s hoodie.

he met me at the back door of the school. he took my bag from my shoulder, led me to his car, and opened the door for me.

“where are we going tonight?” i asked as he climbed into his seat.

kol started the car, arm coming to rest over the back of the front seat. “depends. where would you like to go, darling?”

i slid across the bench, curling up beneath his arm. kol squeezed my shoulder. i took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. “anywhere with you.”

i felt his heart beat thump faster.

“sounds wonderful.”

he drove for an hour. i played music, a playlist we’d developed between the two of us. the 1975, taylor swift, various other artists dabbled in between. it was a soundtrack that made my skin tingle. it made me think of under-the-cover-secrets and cedar-wood- kol’s cologne.

i fell asleep shortly into the car ride, rested against his side. once the car stopped, kol woke me up with a gentle shake of my shoulder. i opened my eyes, blinking in the dim light of the overheard car bulbs. kol’s hand slid to my hip as he turned the car off.

i looked out the front window. we were on a cliff, an overlook, peering over the mountains of virginia. we’d been here twice before.

i felt kol’s fingers dip up beneath my sweatshirt, warm on the curve of my hip. i squirmed and looked up at him. “i’m too tired to do anything tonight. sorry.”

kol’s hand retracted. he pulled back from my body, brows furrowed. “why are you apologizing?”

i sat up, crossing my arms over my stomach. “cause you wasted all that gas to drive out here.”

kol shook his head quickly. he reached out his hands, taking my face in his hold. “do you think that’s all i want?”

i shrugged, “i thought that- i don’t know. isn’t that what this is?”

kol’s thumb brushed across my cheeks, “this is everything to me, darling. i wouldn’t care if we never had sex.”

he leaned his head forward, caught my lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. he brushed his nose against mine, his eyelids shut. i watched his lashes brush the tops of his cheeks. “you look lovely tonight,” he whispered against my cheek.

i kissed him again. he tugged back softly. i curled under his arm, and he squeezed me against his side.

we watched the stars from the front seat of his car.

i fell asleep.

we didn’t have sex.

—

a week later and it all came crashing down.

rebekah had invited me over for a slumber party after the football game. we spent a few hours in the home theatre, watching another stupid rom-com, laughing at the nonsensical script.

i had more energy this week than last because we’d been mercy rolled by the other team. for all our supernatural abilities, our football team kinda sucked. but rebekah wanted to retire to her bedroom.

i didn’t know if kol was home. i’d heard klaus and elijah moving about. finn was probably sulking about being alive in his room.

kol and i texted a lot. i usually knew where he was. but a small part of me hoped he wasn’t there. i wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to go and see him.

and i knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me.

i flopped onto her bed as rebekah excused herself to go shower. cheerleading, even for a vampire, was tiring.

i glanced at the bedroom door. my heart skipped a beat. but i swallowed my urges, resisting them. i shuffled through my bag and pulled out a book.

the shower squeaked on.

i looked at the door again.

rebekah turned up her music.

the door.

i bore a hole into my novel, the words rushing in my eyes, and dissipating behind them. they weren’t connecting to my racing brain.

i heard the handle rattle and the door pushed inwards. my heart jumped up my throat as kol’s head peaked into the room. i sat up quickly, mouth opening to chew him out.

he quickly sped over to me, clasping his hand over my mouth. i widened my eyes at his closeness, his breath fanning over my face. my head tilted, threatening to discipline him for his bold touches. kol grinned at me, winked, and- next thing i knew- we were in his bedroom.

i let out a held breath as i settled onto my feet. kol had his hands wrapped around ny hips. his bed lay behind me, sheets messy from sleep.

“kol! what the fuck?” i shoved him away, head spinning.

kol laughed at the fact that he put me on-edge. “relax, darling. she’s not going to hear anything.”

everything came crashing down within the span of mere seconds. the door behind kol flew opened, creaking ominously. my eyes shot over his shoulder, meeting a pair of blue ones, widened in shock, then narrowed in anger.

wrapped in a white towel, hair damp from her shower, rebekah crossed her arms over chest. her perfect, pouty lips braced open, an eery sigh slipping through. kol met my eyes, jaw slack, and shoulders hunched up in fear. he slowly turned to face his sister.

“what the fuck am i not going to hear?”

[syrips]

hello im gonna pin this post

hello my name is Syrips, im a super duper simp and simp/self-insert enabler for others who love strahd or any cos/ravenloft/fictional characters

im 28, but i sometimes say im thirty as a vague response because its easier and faster to say (or safer to say to strangers)

i think i am autistic but i am currently only self-diagnosed; i plan to tell my doctors once i compile a binder of reasons why i think im autistic based on noted events in my childhood, behavior, and my reflected perspective on things in pages of charts and text which is a totally neurotypical thing to do

im genderfluid and i am fine with any and all pronouns (different people may use different/changing/fluid pronouns on me, i am completely fine with this)

im polyamorous and pansexual/panromantic, i gush over games that have polyamory/pan options!!

i have huge CoS/Ravenloft spoilers so please, PLEASe do not enter unless you are fine with being spoiled with all kinds of content. i also wont explain what is or isnt 'canon' because, well, some things may be canon for one person, while potential/not-canon for another, so i really cannot confirm or deny it myself.. ask your DM for confirmation! (and for my players who are here, hehe, goodluck figuring it out!)

i do music, art, crafting, and streaming sometimes, here is my linktree: https://linktr.ee/syrips

please 'ask'/message/send me any and all of your curse of strahd and/or ravenloft works of art! this can include these and more!:

playlists

moodboards

art/portfolio/link to your art or artblog

pages of your OC/PC/dnd lore (both player and DM welcome)

campaign/session notes and storytime

canon and potential-/home-/head-canon dumps

narrations/imagines/ao3/google docs/fanfic/fic writings

cool crafts!!

i crave it more than strahd craves blood, please and thank you!

you can also send me stuff and let me know if you want me to gush/simp over it, provide advice, or simply acknowledge it (publicly or privately)! let me know in advance cuz i dont want to make you uncomfortable with what you share

i have no limits on triggering fictional content, just make sure to tw it properly if it is sensitive content for others

my Ask thingy is always open, i may ramble alot if i get passionate enough though so be warned! hehe

ok goodbye ill edit or change this whenever idk

Edit Entry 1 - 11th Moon, 2023

for context, keita/raze (he/him) is my irl partner. he's been a simp for alucard (castlevania) longer than i've begun simping for strahd. i only discovered this years into the relationship when we watched castlevania (where i expected to be a bigger simp for castlevania), and instead HE made high pitch simping noises as alucard appeared on the screen and i was like -sus eyes- wait a GOSH DARN MINUTE-. also, keita has a thing for necks. i shrugged it off when he first told me, but years later i started simping for strahd and now i look back at that moment like 'hm. odd.-'. anyways, i mostly started dating him because he sounds like a kermit the frog southern guy who goes 'howdy howdy' and he says 'i should be golden' unironically and i think thats pretty funny

i tag stuff as #making a keita tag so when keita presses this he can see all the stuff that he likes so that i can organize stuff and incase he ever decides to poke around my blog and use this tag search within my blog

Edit Entry 2 and 3 - 12th Moon, 2023

syrips OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Other People's Adored OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Edit Entry 4 - 7th Moon, 2024

hi huge warning that im fucking WEIRD. like i know people may enjoy the idea of me for entertainment/indulgence purposes but please please. if you ask/tell me to do something, i will 90%-chance take it seriously and respond bluntly/directly. please take my warnings seriously and please please interact with me responsibly!!

and i already know some would be like, 'oh syrips people always say that. they wanna act unique/special by calling themselves weird'. like. thats fair if people dont believe that but please dont be surprised when freakos start feeling more comfortable/vulnerable around you and you become shocked. like. stop trying to shame/blame freakos for what they've warned since the beginning. please, it's hurtful and disrespectful.

my asks are always open, be as blunt/direct as you want. most of my cws will be with "cw: " before it. let me know if you want me to cw tag something!

i use the #be cringe be free tag for weirdos/freakos/happy/indulgent stuff. this can include stuff that isnt 'cringe', and/or cringe we embrace. it's okay to be cringe. it's okay to say cringe culture is dead. it's okay to not see things as cringe. it's okay to embrace the cringe. it's okay to indulge, to be your favorite version of you. it's okay to indulge, even if it's unfamiliar/scary. i use the tag for moments of doing what makes you happy, regardless if youre unfamiliar with that indulgent feeling. be cringe be free!!

[ri-kisfmine]

INTRO: HI GUYS SO I JUST JOINED TUMBLR IK IVE HEARD IT LIKE EVERYWHERE BUT I DECIDED TO GIVE THIS APP A TRY! So LET ME START OFF BY INTRODUCING MYSELF TO YALL!

(edit: so for some reason there’s some missing errors I’m too lazy to go back and edit it again so SUCKS TO SUCK-)

ANYWHOO-

My name is caywee or Izumi idc what y’all can call me by. I EASILY GET DISTRACTED A LOT like no joke 😞. AND I LOVE TO DRAW AND PAINT IM ARTISTIC but not as Bob Ross But HES COOL THO!

BUT UMM- im into Hazbin Hotel as you can see I have it in the top of the post HEHEHE- I love Lucifer cuz he reminds me of my close friend Max or known as PJ :3.

ALSO IM INTO #kpop IKR ITS SO RANDOM BUT ITS TOTALLY NOT. I’ve been a fan or i should say a engene since 2.14.22 GUYS STREAM IDLE THEIR 7TH MINI ALBUM YIPPIE ALSO MY BIAS IS MINNIE <3. I’m a multi-stan so ITS GONNA BE ALOT OF ME NAMING A LOT OF GROUPS IM INTO SO I’LL UPDATE THAT IN A BIT.

YES IM INTO MUSICALS FOR EXAMPLE HAMILTON, MEAN GIRLS, HEATHERS <3

MOVING ON (SKSKSKSK JAKE TEEHEE-)

I WILL MOSTLY BE TALKING ABOUT APHMAU, FUNNEH ANF FLAMINGO CUZ THEIR MY BEST YOUTUBERS SO DONT BLAME MY FAVORITE PPLS!

BY THE WAY

SOON IM GOING TO MAKE MY ON PROJECT WITH MY POOKIES HELP OF @r1ch1e-l1psh1tz & PJ to work with me in the future ^^

It’s called Be Mine there will be more series coming soon like

• Forever Pathway

• RHS(base irl depending-)

• Your Mine

• Moonlight Paradise

•Forever Yours

• Be Mine: Before I go < depending how the series will go on this may be the last

My friends inspired me sm including aphmau & funneh to think there’s so many opportunities I can do with my life to make my own. BTW do not copy any people series or try to do something stupid this won’t work out for you. There’s got to be some background information on how what your series is going to be about.

I do play minecraft,Roblox with my friends depending their not busy but in December I’m gonna be with my friend PJ since he’s more on VRchat than me hehe.

For some reason I’m not on here as much it’s bc I’m SUPER BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND SKETCHING 😞🙏🏼 YES BEING AN ARTIST SUCKS-

[seeingivy]

What’s your writing process like? Do you outline or storyboard?

LOVELY POOKIE. MY LOVELIEST POOKIE YOU ARE. WHAT A DARLING YOU ARE. this is a very very fun question im very honored you asked/want to know.

this usually depends based on what im writing.

shorter fics or one shots, like family rules (which is one of my most popular fics hehe) kind of comes to me in a vision. think of these type of fics as like - ronnie is being delusional before bed and imagining a life with gojo before she goes to sleep. except it does not stay in my head and then I post it here on seeingivy dot com

my very special taylor as gojo series is its own breed. before, it would be i listened to a taylor song and got an idea and I was like yup. thats the one.

but most of taylor as gojo lately has been requests (WHICH I LOVE THAT YOU GUYS LOVE TAYLOR AS GOJO) so I will literally blast that song till something comes to me. ive been on and off streaming between call it what you want and story of us and nothing has hit me like lightning yet - so I will take more time to ruminate as these two songs are very special to me and I want them to be good.

as for my lovely, lovely long fics, this is less structured, which is even funnier:

I'll get the idea and scattered scenes will come to me. i'll have a rough idea of the plot in my head, of how I want things to go, and kind of work out the story points as I go

Idk what kind of reaction this will evoke, but 90% of important plot points do not come out until I write them

historia/y/n feud was not a thing until two days ago. the girlfriend scene was not pre-planned the met gala was not pre-planned. y/n getting stranded was not planned. this literally all happened yesterday cuz I was like oh what if.....

there are certain scenes that I think of that earlier on tho just make me really excited to write -> I always wanted their first kiss to be them practicing kissing for a scene, I wanted there to be a jjk crossover and for sukuna to be AN ANNOYING SHIT, and there's a bunch of other scenes like that in my head that i'm really, REALLY excited to write

so basically no plot. I actually don't even know how method acting ends actually. this is literally all just vibes - idk if that is horrifying to you a reader or exciting but the story comes to me as it comes to me and I work things out and build them in

this is also why I can fit so much fan service in my stories - whatever you guys show interest in (for example, armin was never meant to be a polaroid fiend but you guys thought it was cute and now made it a thing) you want laufey? I give you laufey? you want the greatest by lana del ray? ok its coming

that being said, pls interact with your authors stories!!!! literally if you tell me you like a song, you like sukuna being a bitch, you want gojo being a menace I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN (to the best of my abilities) and you should always, always tell your authors what you love about their writing bc it makes their day + gives all the lil warm feelings so just take the time to appreciate!!!

anyways. idk if this gave any insight to you if you're a writer or if you're a reader i might have just like giving you a panic showing you what the inside of my mind is like. anyways. love you.