#didnt even look at my dash once lol

[cerealmonster15]

i dont think i ever felt more annoyed at commercials than when those mean girls walmart ads were playing a few months ago or whenever that was

[jyoongim]

This is more of an idea (feel free to not respond btw)

But what if married reader gets knocked up with Alastors fawn and the husband divorced her once he realizes the baby isn’t his? You can bet your ass that the deer daddy is already trying to ensnare the reader in his grasp lol

Hehehe i have never written a Part 2 so fast !

Part 1

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“Oh my Satan dear! Look at you! Ya look like you’re bout to pop!” Rosie exclaimed when you walked in her shop.

’Pop’ was an understatement.

You were very near the end of your pregnancy and it had not been kind to you.

You never told your husband about the incident with Alastor.

Would he had even believed you?

Alastor was A LOT of things, but the two of you were friends…your husband would think call you insane….

Your eyes widened seeing the very cause of your discomfort.

Alastor.

You wanted to dash out the door, run back home and hide.

The red Overlord turned around, hearing Rosie’s voice, you froze seeing his eyes look you over, you instinctively placed a hand over your stomach when his lips stretched into a smile.

You heard Rosie excuse herself to go get some appetizers but you were too focused to acknowledge her.

You were alone.

With him.

You took a shaky breath as memories from several months ago flashed across your mind, but you shook your head lightly to discard those thoughts.

”My my look at you” he purred approaching until he towered over you, beaming like a Cheshire cat “You really do make a fine mother” his large hand caressed the swell of your belly, smile softening when he felt movement.

”j-just leave me be please” you whispered, wincing when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Alastor chuckled ”leave you be? Oh ma cherie no can do!” 

He bent his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a whisper “especially since you’re about to give birth to my baby?”

You pushed him away, putting distance between the two of you. Your face was flushed, eyes narrowed “I am NOT having your baby! I am having my husband’s baby!” You defended.

But there was a sliver of doubt you always felt when it came to the little soul nestled within you.

Alastor’s smile never wavered “Hmm you sure? Because i remember vividly filling your cunt with my seed until it dripped down your legs” 

You froze.

”You took me so well I was positive you would be pregnant”

He took small steps towards you

”Did you tell your husband?” 

Your snarl fell at his words and he knew he had you.

”T-there’s n-nothing to tell” you said turning around, ready to leave. 

You didnt have to take this.

He hummed coming up behind you. “Nothing to tell?” He chuckled darkly as his lanky arms wrapped around you, cradling your swollen belly. He leaned his head on top of yours.

”Oooh darlin I’m hurt! You didnt tell your loving husband how you milked my cock? How I tasted the cunt that belonged to him? How I claimed you for myself? That I sent you home filled with my cum?”

You were shaking.

”How unfaithful you were? Could the poor man tell another man’s cum was inside you while he fucked you?”

He kissed your neck

”I can’t wait to meet our little fawn”

Your baby kicked causing him to smile.

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Pain.

Thats all you felt as you tried to breath through your contraction.

”You got this honey! You’re doing great” your husband soothed as you wailed.

”One more push maam the baby’s almost here” the nurse reassured you.

Almost? It felt like you been pushing forever

”I cant” you panted.

Everything burned.

Your husband dabbed at your sweaty forehead, pressing a kiss to it “You got this baby. C’mon just one more push and then it’ll all be over”

Your eyes clenched and with a scream you pushed.

”Aaahh!”

Relief and then the shrill cry of a baby.

The nurses cooed “Ooh a healthy boy!”

she cleaned up the baby and you sighed as you slumped against the bed.

Finally.

”Ok mama” you felt a small weight on your chest.

Soft noises had you look down and you felt your heart break and bloom.

Red tufts of hair curled on the babe’s head and he looked at you with big red eyes.

He looked like you; round cheeks and a cute nose.

He looked nothing like your husband.

And every bit like…

”what the fuck” you heard your husband say. You turned to him, eyes wide.

He was staring at the baby.

”I-Its n-not what you think dear j-just let me-”

”You fucked Alastor” he was frowning, standing up from the bed.

You shook your head, tears swelling

”N-no that’s…I didnt i swear”

”I am looking at his exact copy. The damn brat looks nothing like me!”

You couldnt move “Honey p-please”

The man backed away. He was angry.

The baby began to cry, you tried to rock the poor soul, but your attention was on your husband

”Honey-”

”I should have known” he hissed lowly, pacing.

”I should have known by the way he acted. How you flirted with each other! The fucking radio demon!? Tsk!”

He turned to look at you.

”I dont want some bitch who takes me for a fool. Hope it was worth it you fucking slut” he turned to walk out.

tears ran down your face, your heart was racing “W-What? Honey no it wasn’t like that..it-it was never-”

”I want a divorce. You are dead to me”

and like that he was gone.

You sat there stunned.

Your husband just…left.

He left you and he didn’t even let you explain, tell him how or why all this was happening.

The baby cooed and you looked down at him.

You wanted to be angry, you had every right to be, but looking at this sweet soul…he didnt deserve your anger.

You were a mother now. You would do your best to love your child.

Even if you had to do it alone.

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“What a fine mother you make indeed my dear”

He smiled watching the little fawn latch to your chest and stare back at him with vermillion eyes.

You hissed at him, earning a quirked brow “haven’t you done enough?”

Soft static buzzed through the air as the Overlord approached you. You took a step back, as he extended a hand to the babe and rubbed his chubby cheek.

Alastor ignored your question ”How are you feeling love?” He asked as the baby nuzzled into your neck.

How were you feeling?

You were divorced, a single mother, and living with Rosie.

Shunned.

All because of him.

”Like hell but I know you’re not here to ask about my well being”

Alastor ignored your jab.

”I do care for you darlin and its only right that I provide for you and our fawn”

You went to growl, threaten him to die, but your baby reached out to the red demon.

Alastor’s face light up and he grabbed the fawn, cooing and tickling the baby.

Your son squealed and giggled, trying to grab at his claws.

”Let’s make a deal dearest”

You straightened at his words. A deal with Alastor was dangerous.

But you were at rock bottom.

”What kind of deal?” You asked cautiously.

”Marry me. Marry me and you’ll have nothing to be worried about. You’ll be protected, cared for, and have anything you desire.”

The baby was gumming at his collar.

”Be mine”

You bit your lip. What did you have to loose?

You sighed, taking your son.

You looked at the tall demon, green magic swirling around him.

”Do we have a deal?” he extend his hand.

You looked at your baby and then back at Alastor.

”I hate you” you said taking his hand,

You winced as your hand burned and watched a gold ring appear on your finger.

Radio static buzzed and then a soft humming. Alastor purred, smiling, fixing his jacket.

“Oh my dear” His arm looped around your waist, bringing you close to him as he chuckled “Such a good girl”

“Now! I think I have the perfect place for us to raise our fawn”

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“Uggghh Al you got a little something…” Charlie said nervously as she watch Alastor sip his coffee.

The little red fawn was hanging on his antlers, happily gnawing at the appendages. Alastor looked up, smiling “Oh he’s fine”

”Alastor have you seen…” your voice floated into his ears as you entered the lobby, stopping when you saw your son among his father’s antlers.

Alastor let out a grunt as the baby pulled at his ears “Hes right here dear”

Your baby babbled as you approached, squealing when you plucked him from his father.

You scowled the Overlord, placing the baby on your hip.

”How many times have I told you not to just let him hang-”

”da-”

You froze.

“Da…da” your son babbled, squirming in your arms.

Charlie cooed and Alastor smirked as the fawn’s eyes welled with tears as he reached for his father. Alastor walked towards you, scooping the baby from you.

You pouted as the baby happily chirped, nuzzling in his father’s neck.

Alastor sneaked a soft kiss to your lips 

“See he’s fine”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, arms crossing.

”Oh smile my dear. Maybe the next one will say mama first” he laughed, eyes settling on your round belly.

”After all you’re a great mother”

[0547]

close to you! (xiao x oc oneshot)

“I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden, you saw me look at you.”

a/n : hey gang this was a spontaneous idea i got while listening to close to you by gracie 😭 anyways BYR: i didnt know if i wanted to make it oc or reader bc i already had a character imagined in my head lol um i could make this a series bc i see it building up haha i thought of so so many characters to do this with but ended up w xiao bc i think this would be a pretty interesting romance dynamic……. hes not so emo/rude js awkward teenager vibes but js lmk if u want more of this anyways enjoysies hihihi 🤞🏻❤️😝

the cold liquid splashed, making a sticky wet spot right on the boy’s shirt.

“oh my god. dude— im really sorry!” childe gasped, fishing out his handkerchief from his jeans back pocket, patting xiao’s chest frantically.

“just leave it. it’s fine—” the boy grumbled, ignoring the ginger’s worried eyes, untying his leather jacket from his waist and wore it over his shoulders.

“—when’s the grand act starting anyway?” xiao asked, his eyes scanning the empty stage. they both were standing quite close, in childe’s best efforts to ‘excuse me’ his way to the front.

ugh. he didn’t even like shows like this anyway. but since that old man was so happy that xiao reluctantly agreed to his father’s boyfriend to take him out, he couldn’t really say no to zhongli’s pleased face, (and though he wouldn’t admit it, childe’s beaming face too.)

so to his best efforts, xiao went out on this sunday night anyway, in attempt to have some ‘bonding time’.

“—now, i think. look! the ceiling lights are moving!” childe exclaimed excitedly, and the crowd around them matched his enthusiasm as the strum of the guitar echoed in the hall and people began to cheer.

“are you ready?”

the crowd roared.

the stage lights adjusted themselves over the lead singer, dressed in white laced dress, in contract of her shoulder length jet black hair, and charismatic… star-like? eyes.

she gave a big grin to the audience, her fingers going over her guitar, and that’s probably when xiao felt his heart stop.

it wasn’t because the performance was fully captivating, or that her voice was so melancholy the crowd was practically screaming in worship of the ethereal singer,

it’s when their eyes met, and her forehead was dripping with sweat from jumping around the stage, and how her eyes seemed to smile ever wider than her lips did.

-

once the performance was over, childe and xiao went back to sit at their table.

“hey, that was awesome right? i told you would have a good time!” childe chuckled, taking a sip of his orange juice (now in a cup with lid and straw, as he was afraid to spill it on xiao again.)

“i need a minute.” xiao said, excusing himself from the table, his heart beating wildly, unbeknownst to a confused childe.

he walked out of the building, sucking in the cold night air, and leaned against the exposed brick wall with closed eyes and a sigh, trying to place this adrenaline.

“enjoyed the show?” a voice beside him asked.

he flinched and whipped his head to … the lead singer that caused him this distress. she was.. smoking.

he gave a curt nod in response, and watched her throw out her cigarette, and leaned back the wall like him, staring into the sky.

“it’s kinda rare we get gigs in this area of town, but y’know, shit happens.” she said nonchalantly, sighing.

xiao didn’t know what to say to that. “um, shit happens.” he agreed, and they shared the silence for a while.

she turned to look at him, “so, are you from here?”

“i—“

“mari! where the hell are you!” a voice from the back alleyway bellowed. they both flinched.

“shit! right, sorry um, i have to go…?”

“xiao.”

“right! okay xiao. i’m mari. i’ll see you when i see you!” she waved goodbye, dashing back inside the building.

xiao watched the girl’s figure rush inside, and he too, followed her.

-

it was two weeks after the show, somehow his heart slowed to a normal pace when he talked to her, the cool singer girl.

he resumed his normal routine, school, exercise, helping zhongli do house chores, the general diligence good chinese sons have.

although it didn’t mean he could get her out of his head. it was probably because he never saw someone glow so brilliantly, so passionately…

he ended up sketching her face in corners of his exercise books. he sort of did it unconsciously, because when he realised what his hands created, he quickly scribbled over the face with ink.

i mean, he didn’t share the whole thing of girls with boys his age. he wasn’t even mildly interested in the magazines or the vulgar videos his peers would always invite him to watch. zhongli actually did express some concern and wanted to give a mortifying talk on how sexuality is a spectrum blah blah blah, xiao cut him off rather quickly and assured him he will let him know if he’s gay or not.

he did do some research if the band uploaded songs online, and they did, rows of recordings with as little as 400 views. he ended up fighting negative comments under their youtube videos, on their official instagram posts, even as far as following a twitter stan page and actively liking updates.

according to some trivia of the little known things about the members, mari was actually around xiao’s age, which made him hopeful, ha, as if they could ever be friends!

shes also known to be an outgoing and friendly person,

thats true, according to their short interaction, he noted to himself.

…and dislikes tofu.

what?

“how could she not like tofu… it’s literally the best comfort food.” he muttered under his breath in utter disbelief, as his hand hovered over the mouse. in his opinion, people who didn’t like tofu shouldn’t be trusted at all.

maybe he was sort of becoming a fanboy. maybe. but it wasn’t a big deal. it wasn’t. he just had this undying urge of wanting to get to know this girl for about half a month now.

-

mari’s voice singing in his earphones was in tune with xiao’s humming as he completed the conclusion of his essay he had to submit before lunch.

as he worked, the rowdy class became quiet, and hutao passed his desk and pulled the wired earphones out of his ear.

“oi, the teacher’s here!” she hissed, and carefully stood in her own seat, giving the usual class greeting.

as everyone echoed her, the teacher began to gesture someone outside the door to step in the class.

xiao felt his heart skip a beat when the person came in view.

the tofu hater?

“alright dear… come along now…! okay everyone, a bit unusual to have someone transfer in so late in the semester, but please welcome our new student, marin!” the teacher beamed, gesturing to mari, who fixed her newly worn glasses on her nose.

xiao couldn’t move. why is his pulse thumping so goddamn loudly?

“hello, i hope we can all get along.. please just call me mari.”

this was going to be a problem.

[omophagic-beast]

for the tarot rpg ask game! The Fool, The Empress, The Hierophant, The Chariot, The Hanged Man, The Devil, The Tower, The Star, The Sun!

!!! wowow hi!! thank you for all the questions, im gonna put them under a read more as to not clog up peoples dashes

from this ask game

The Fool – What do the earliest stages of work on a game look like for you? OR How did you get into game design?

i have a notes discord server! and a channel in there specifically for game ideas. previously i had a big word document titled "game ideas", but its easier to access discord from my phone lol

usually i have an idea and i stick it in there first

heres the start of the pillars of creation :3

and then ill noodle around with it, just brainstorm and slap spaghetti around. this is another reason why i like discord for this at the moment, its informal and easy, much less daunting than a word doc

i didnt end up using most of the bits here lol

and then ill move it into a word doc once its clear that ive got an actual project / game starting to form!

the one problem with this is sometimes ill keep an idea in there for much longer than i should and it becomes a mess of me replying to myself, terrible to follow. this is the current problem with moonlight whaling, sigh

The Empress — Where do your ideas come from? OR Do you seek out or avoid inspiration while working on an idea?

a lot of places!! tumblr being one of them, sometimes ill see a post where im like "huh that could be a game in some way" and ill stick it in my notes discord for later. but really anything, books, movies, songs, other games. im not the first to say this but u gotta read / watch / experience new things to make new things

The Hierophant — Who is a fellow game designer you’ve learned a lot from? OR What is a piece of popular wisdom about games you think is nonsense?

i answered the second one here so ill answer the first!

ive learned a lot from any designer whos game ive played or read, to start. but i wanna shout out @thydungeongal on here, her posts abt game design and rollmaster / d&d are highly highly fascinating and helpful to me, as a guy who hasnt even played d&d let alone any old school stuff and just kinda jumped into the indie scene from the start.

kinda makes me wanna play rollmaster, ngl. whats it doin with all those mechanics and tables =w=

The Chariot — What is the next project you’re planning to start OR What is the next project you’re excited to finish?

this has been my big question to myself recently, what game to really focus in on next. i have games that just need to be finished, but i think my next one* is gonna be this time travel game ive been thinking of

working title is Hooked, and the reason i think im going to start (and finish) it next is cause ive already got the main mechanic figured out, where when you fail a roll you can choose to create a hook, and in doing so succeed the roll

but that hook is a place where a future you has traveled back to that point in time and given you what you needed to succeed, which means at some point youre going to have to come back and close the loop, or else risk creating a paradox

too many paradoxes and the universe explodes so like. be careful :3!

it is going to be a lot of work, i want the general aesthetic to be the journal of a time traveler, with notes from all their future and past selves scrawled in the margins in different colors. and theres the question of if its a solo game or multiplayer, or both. solo-friendly is my current thought, but encouraged for more than one person. but we'll see how it actually plays.

The Hanged Man — What other creative pursuits do you have? OR What current trends in game design are you most interested in?

someone should ask me this again cause i wanna answer the other one also :3c

but! i have a crochet project on the mind so i wanna talk abt other stuff im into also :3

im currently considering ADHD and how it could possibly relate to myself, so just keep that in mind when i say ive dipped my paws into a whoooole lot of different creative hobbies. sewing, knitting, pottery, bookbinding, needle felting, jewelry making, and yea, crochet, are all stuff ive been into at one point or another

but my favorites are crochet and cooking / baking. for most of my life i thought my career was gonna be in food service! ive been a baker, cake decorator, and diner cook before, and loved all three of those jobs.

and crochet is great mainly cause you can make stuffed animals / amigurimis >:33 i loooove little guys and being able to choose what soft yarn im gonna make em out of, though its been a minute since ive made one. but!! like i mentioned ive got a project on the mind, as im gonna try and make the "something strange and indescribable" from the Before the Flood backerkit campaign and im very excited abt it :3 stay tuned for posts abt my success or failure on this front

The Devil — What motifs or mechanics do you just keep coming back to? OR What is a game you’ve enjoyed playing in the last year?

NIGHTHAWKS by @titanrpg is really really good. it has a heart in it, one that beats at an all too-familiar rhythm. when i played it we told a story that was perhaps a touch too close to home as well, disparate sad people sitting several stools apart at a dive bar in a small town.

i have a tendency towards comedy when i play ttrpgs, but my favorite moments are all when ive been deeply serious and sad, and thats what i got from NIGHTHAWKS

The Tower — Talk about about a game you tried to make that crashed and burned.

center of the known universe was an anthology of games i wanted to make a while back, all inspired by the part of the nevadan desert i live in. i dont think its crashed and burned necessarily but i certainly never finished it and im not sure i ever will, though i still like the ideas for some of the games and may release them individually

The Star — Talk about a game you’re working on and what excites you about it.

a game ive been working on for a looong time that i dont think ive really talked abt on here is The Lady, The Tiger, and The Accused. its a descended from the queen game based on The Lady or The Tiger? short story, where (to put it very briefly) a king has created a new form of justice where the accused is put in an arena with two identical doors in front of them.

behind one door, a lady of an appropriate social standing for them to marry, behind the other a very hungry tiger. this leaves the verdict up to fate, for if the accused is innocent they will surely pick the door with the lady, and if they are guilty they will choose the door with the tiger.

but the accused in the story is also the lover of the lands princess, and when they look back at her for the last time she raises a hand and points towards one of the doors.

the question in the story is one of love. would the princess rather see her lover dead, or married to someone else?

what comes through the door, the lady or the tiger?

but! there are other characters in this story, with agency and lives of their own.

The Lady, The Tiger, and The Accused instead asks a question of trust. when The Accused looks back towards their princess, and she raises her hand, do they trust her? do they open the door that she points towards?

its a game for three players, with each person playing one of the titular characters. it uses the descended from the queen format to create the character of the princess throughout play, along with the characters of The Lady, The Tiger, and The Accused.

its a good game!! ive got a bit more work to do on it, mainly on the tiger role. not everyone is comfortable being an actual tiger and role playing scenes that involve communicating with humans or attending parties and such, it turns out.

but im really excited abt it overall :3 its good and fun and i think it uses the descended from the queen format really well and hopefully one day ill do a crowdfunding project for it and get enough money to hire a bunch of different artists to make princess illustrations for it >:333

The Sun — Talk about a game you’ve made that you’re proud of.

im proud of all of my games, in one way or another. but, with an obligatory Before the Flood mention (crowdfunding now!), im really and truly proud of my body is your body is our body is

it was my first kinda big game that i published, and there was a lot of stuff with the first edition i really wasnt super happy with. im really, really proud of myself for finally going back in this year and fixing it. its so much better now! in a lot of ways.

and i mean it was good to start with also, most of my problems were with the programming side of it. when i was making the second edition reading back through the game made me cry a bit lol. theres a lot of banger lines in there and a lot of feelings.

[floshav]

little confessions

fandom: Wednesday addams

trope: enemies to lovers

parings: fem!reader X xavier thorpe

heads up! i made up the hall name and her powers/ abilities lol so just keep that in mind

cussing involved

4th wall breaks here and there

obsessive! xavier

sad! reader

angst

bullying

mentions of TW : SH

summary: Y/n never expected anyone to notice her at nevermore when she first settled in. However.. this wasnt the type of noticing she'd been longing for. Xavier would constantly pick on her abilities and looks, and this really drove y/n into a slow descending pit of depression. She never looked forward to school and the worst part was she was quite in a predicament seeing as she'd been sent away to a jail like boarding school. So why? why was she starting to grow these stupid feelings that any other girl in the school would feel towards playboy Xavier even though he was such an ass. What happends when Xavier stumbles upon a diary entree so carefully written with love and adornment by y/n pouring out her heart about Xavier himself.

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first person pov

It was a freezing afternoon just outside aphrodite hall. So freezing that the glass on my window had formed a thin layer of ice ready to crack at any moment. Just within seconds... *crack* a small crack made its way onto the ice making a web like pattern appear. The sight awakened a warm toothy grin. Dont ask why.. I just like the cold very much, so much so that i'd have a wide smile plastered on me when it came to anything related to winter.

This was my favourite time of the year, not just because of the dull fog that sorrounded nevermore academy, but the way my powers flourished in winter. Since there was more snow and cold around, i could easily freeze or slow things down to my accord.

Even though yes, i do love my powers they can get a bit out of hand at times. This one time i accidently slowed down Wednesday in the halls while she was rushing to Eugenes beehive club or whatever that was, lets just say... i wake up to 'thing' scaring me every few nights or so now.

I was snapped out of my thoughts, when i took a glimpse at the clock that sat happily on my wall. it read 2:23 PM. shit!! my class started almost a half hour ago and im still here dazing off into the winter glow. Ah yes... the delightful winter glo- Snap out of it y/n!!

i quickly wrenched on my nevermore sweater and frantically dashed out the door, forgetting my school bag in the process. Ah shittt my bag! i didnt care anymore seeing as the clock was ticking faster and faster at every waking moment. I quickly found my way to the green room where class was being held and inhaled a large dose of sharp delightful winter air before slightly creaking the door open to the menacingly heated room.

There it was. The embarassing feeling of about 20 pairs of annoyed eyes on you. The one pair of eyes that i was trying to avoid the most of course, had to have a large smirk played on his face. That freaking idiot Xavier.

"miss y/l/n, late once again? thrice in a semester.. this is very unlike you. Please take your seat. Now." was the words that left Mrs. Thornhills mouth with great irk.

"im sorry miss. it wont happen again, i swear by it!" i stuttered while frantically yelling the last part of my sentence. i mentally facepalmed while accidently freezing the piece of chalk that was held in her pale hands in the process.

ah great. another awesome addition to my already amazing day.

"y/n! you have to learn to control your powers! what if this piece of chalk was me! i am sending you in to principle weems office for arrangement of outcast controlment classes later. is that clear?" mrs thornhill scorned with fear.

before i knew it, the worst of the worst had to happen. stupid adolescents snickering and whispering as if i couldnt hear them right infront of me, while i stood there frozen, ironically.. with tears ready to spill out at any moment.

i guess this was what it was like being the only one of my kind here.

"im sorry" were the only words i could muster out while scanning the class with my already fogged up eyes.

Great. The only place left was beside Xavier. why. just why.

i untastefully took my seat beside him while letting out a breath i didnt know i was holding in. Groggily dragging my belongings on the table to soon write whatever rubbish mrs. thornhill had written on the board.

"late again, spiderweb? this is very unlike you! you disgraceful, disgusting child!" Xavier mocked with mrs. thornhills accent

"shut the hell up you actual douche." i said while shoving his left shoulder playfully

"i told you to never EVER call me spiderweb again! Oh... and your thornhill accent needs a bit more sharpening but you're getting there." i said with annoyed nostalgia to the fact that i got the nickname from a stupid prank ajax played on me a few years ago that uhm.. lets just say involved plenty of spiders. Ah... what lovely... memories.

"okay, then is icefreak fine?" he said while trying to surpress a chuckle

"the hell did you just say? ice freak?" i irked because this was definitely crossing the line with our 'playful' banter.

"what if i called you a worthless nobody who's bad at art! yea i said it. all your art pieces are actual shit." i raged with pure venom lacing my words, until i felt cold water droplets begin to fall to my nose making me hope it wasnt what i thought it was.

"Gosh y/n chill tf out! you don't have to stoop THAT low icefreak.." He chuckled while covering his mouth now noticing the icy situation above my face.

"oh my god, your hair.. y/n your hair." He now said with full laughter raging in his bones, making everyone turn to see my embarassing pissible situation.

"As if her looks couldnt get any worst.." was the last sentence that left bianca's stupid siren mouth before i completely froze her into an iceblock.

"oh.. oh no- i- i- im sorry mrs. thornhill! if y-you would excuse me. p-please." i now said with icy tears fogging up my glasses before storming out the room with tromendous guilt and anger.

I found myself dazzily running a long the hallways to wherever they would lead me, not even caring for the direction they would possibly dump me in. I just needed to get out. To be free from the depths of people. Xavier. To finally breath in the winter air and feel calm.

At last, i found a small nook at the opening of a tree just by the rims of the nevermore forest, making it perfect for hiding. I let out a large sob while painfully covering my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater. It took a lot for me to start crying like this, yet Xavier managed to figure out a way to trigger my emotions so easily.

An endless stream of cold tears fled down my cheeks making them burn as time went on. I stayed in this position for a good few hours, just thinking about all the unethical things i could do to Xavier but would'nt because im just that much of an angel. (eyeroll)

XAVIERS POV (inside his mind)

This time i really felt bad. My words had finally crossed the line with y/n. But i just called her an icefreak.. shes just overly sensitive. right?

The constant thought of her being overly sensitive or me just being a complete asshole kept ramming through my head as i finally layed down on my cold pillow after a long day of praise for humiliating the snow freak, once again.

"Maybe i shouldn't have took it too far this time. No xavier stop. stop! stop stop stop! get her out of your head you ass!" were the words that constantly fled my mind.

Y/n had been living in my head rent free for the past couple of years. When she first moved, all i could think about was her and that stupid toothy grin she had, and the way her hair was always messy but kinda cute, oh and you cant forget her nose being constantly red due to her cool ice powers which always added to how cute she was... "Shit, no. Stop. shes ugly and weird Xavier! snap out of it again you actual freak."

Although it was dumb, its the only way i cope with these stupid feelings. "Its not like i have a crush on her right? Right. Yes completely right. Yes! Fuck!" Its a dumb cycle of me finding her seemingly attractive and funny, and then hating myself for it so i mock her and bring her down just to prove to myself that i infact! do not like her. But it always ends up with me feeling like complete and utter shit.

"Maybe i should just go check on her. Just for a bit.. Okay i swear just for a second and if she doesnt respond to my knock, i am out. yes. i will not knock even a second time. ONE KNOCK AND THATS IT XAVIER. ONE KNOCK. "

I carefully crept my way through the dark gloomy corridors, all the way to the female dormitories where i trotted my way up the spiral staircase leading to aphrodite hall. How i know what hall she's in? Its not even worth asking.. Lets just say a lot of stalking and obsessive nights longing to know where she resided.

Finally, i was in front of her delicate frosted door. "Damn, even her doors all frosty.. she really is one of a ki- SHUT THE HELL UP XAVIER."

I took atleast 10 deep breaths and mental preperation before knocking twice on her door. Standing there, waiting like a complete idiot to see if she was okay.

No response. Thats weird.. its only 9 o clock, surely she's not asleep.

I let my intrusive thoughts take over and gently twist the doorknob just to find out that it's been unlocked the whole time. Just as i entered, i was quickly wiffed up my a sudden drop in temperature, i guess this was the enviroment she was most comfortable in.

"Thats weird.. shes not even here?" I quickly made my way to her single bed that was sat on a bed frame of ice, breathing in every bit of her while i could, and finally realised that her bed hasnt even been touched. Everything was in place, from her plushies down to her blanket, not even a single crease made.

I began to scan her room for any possible clues to where she might be, and stumble upon.... a notebook?

The cover had beautiful snowflakes littered on it, which were seemingly real.. funny how they haven't melted yet. It also had a frozen lock which was... unlocked.. funnily.

Despite knowing this was some sort of diary, i opened it anyway and flipped through, every. single. page. Not being able to escape from the curiosity that overcame me.

Some pages made me giggle at her stupidness, and some made me borderline want to tear up. But the one page that really caught my attention was the one about her experience being called an ice freak in the past.

the entree read:

dearest diary,

another day at this god forsaken school. When ill be out? ill never know. i just hope its somewhere in the near future.

All my friends have moved on, they seemingly have forgotten about me while im still here dwelling on all the memories we had. It actually sucks knowing someones moved on to the future while youre still stuck in the past.

Anyway, a random group of girls called me an ice freak again. Would you believe that? Yetti slurs are still being used to this day. It pains me to have to hear them almost everyday. i just hope tomorrow will be better. Bye for now

who the fuck were those girls. i will literally end them tf? Shit. I just called her an ice freak earlier... shit shit shit. shit! i didnt even know the meaning behind it yet alone know that it was a slur??

now an immense amount of disgust towards myself was starting to build up, making me want to hurt myself like always whenever something i did really affected someone badly. It was a form of payback to myself. But this... this xavier... you really crossed the line you actual shit.

Just as i was about to get up and leave, the wind had other plans for me. It blew to a page which just made everything worst.

it read:

deeeearrrr diary,

i dont know why i even try anymore. its getting exhausting asf, but no matter how hard i try to get that stupid!!! boy off my mind, it never ever works. Hes already hurt me so much yet i want him.

why???? why do i want him?? Its not like he has to prettiest smirk or the hottest laugh. yea totally not, how am i gonna get turned on when he literally insults me?!?!? maybe its cuz i get to see his hot smile whenever he does that.... UGHHH snap out of it you idiot. He. Is. Xavier. Not some. random. hot guy.

Yet again... NO. NO Y/N NO.

Ah crap. She feels the same way. no no no. this cant be happening. no! so youre telling me i didnt have to do all those shitty things to get her to notice me?! what the actual hell is wrong with me. why couldnt i just have been a normal person and act nicely around her. Then again... my insults did technically turn her on.. NO it was still wrong you idiot! ARGHHH

This time i dashed out the room with the diary in hand, determined to find y/n and tell her how sorry i was that i was such a dick.

hours passed by, trying to find any trace of her but it was like she vanished off the face of planet earth.

Until suddenly, i heard faint snapping sounds coming from somewhere in the forbidden forest.

"ARGH GET OUT YOU STUPID, STUPID! ICICLE. ARGHHH" were the words i heard followed by a faint sob. i immedietly knew, it was y/n.

i ran as fast as i could into the direction of the sound and finally layed my eyes upon a girl who was struggling to unfreeze her hair in the winter breeze. y/n.

3rd person view

Y/n noticed a presence staring at her from a distance and immediately was startled to find out it was Xavier.

"Y/n... y/n- is that y-you?" Xavier said faintly while loose hair hung low near his eyes making him a sight for sore eyes.

"No" y/n muttered while trying to hide her face behind the arms of her sweater

"Y/n. i know it's you. Please p-please. I'm so so sorry, i didn't mean anything i said." Xavier now said seemingly with a sad tone like he was genuinely sorry, but y/n thought it was just a sick game to hurt her even more.

"J-just leave me the hell alone Xavier. You've ruined my entire school life here, why can't you j-just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" y/n yelled now frustrated that Xavier was there at every turn she made, making her unable to ever be by herself, just for once to collect herself.

"I just really, really fucking like you!" Xavier blurted out with tears cupping his eyes.

"I- what?" were the only words that could leave y/n's speachless mouth.

"i-i know i've been a dick, and i-im so so sorry for that. I j-just don't know how to properly cope with these feelings that i've never felt towards anyone before. It's like, you've got me in a trance y/n. I can't seem to escape you. You're in every thought, in every meal, just in every fucking breath i take! You're always on my mind." Xavier now confessed with a red blushed up face and teary eyes. As if y/n could deny his confession at any waking moment.

"Y-you l-like me?" Y/n was in disbelief at the abrupt confession made by her nemesis.

"Well you shouldn't have acted like a complete and utter jerk! I swear to god Xavier, you've hurt me so much, a-and now you want to confess! And to think that i've had these feelings for you too!" y/n now said with hot, yes hot tears trickling down her face.

Without even realising, They were now inches a part staring into each others endless orbs, waiting for the next word, the next breath or even the next move.

Suddenly, y/n found herself staring down at Xavier's lips that were now parted and red.

She gently looked up into his eyes one more time, before finally letting that aching feeling of yearning go.

With that their lips were locked, and to Xavier's surprise, it was y/n's move this time.

"Just know, that i still fucking hate you Xavier Thorpe. Just a little less."

"I really like you too y/n. And i mean really."

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GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR THIS ABOMINATION. IT TOOK ME LIKE 2 DAYS TO WRITE 😭 AHH its so bad but i need to get something out so bare with my horrible writing... this was indeed an attempt at angst so i hope you enjoyed..?

[ppenguinpperson]

omg im obsessed with your dasha n katya designs i love madoka magica and pafl!! i wanted to ask what were their magical girl contract events? like what were the reasons why they chose to become magical girls? also feel free to talk about it more in general because i love this concept and find it fascinating

thank you!!!<333 i appreciate it!!! im gonna talk about this au under cut as to not flood peoples dashes n such

so!! to explain dasha's, i gotta explain this au a bit before i dive into it.

even though a lot is similiar to mm in this au, the incubators dont work alone. they work with the facility!:3 the facility studies how much despair a witch can produce, how much despair a magical girl can endure, how strong a magical girl can be, what the limits are of what you can and can't wish for (even though the incubators say 'anything', the facility isnt That trusting of them. for obvious reasons, such as, incubators withhold so much information. and then use the excuse that you just didn't ask. so !! though they work together, they don't rlly, trust them 100%.), etc !! temnova is the leading head of this experiment. soo . as you might suspect from 'like a dog', and all the "how old is temnova?" "wouldnt you like to know:)" things, temnovas a mutant in canon - most likely anyways lol. so, in this au, shes a magical girl, too:) she doesnt fight witches tho, just studies them. she herself was very fascinated with kyubey and the concept of magical girls, so, she wished (like 50 years ago btw) for something along the lines of "i want to be alive as long as my soul gem is intact" . she has a higher resistance to despair, and, she ages Very slowly! kyubey approached her when she was like 15, and during these 50 years shes aged like, less than a decade. when she got into her twenties she demanded kyubey stop aging her, for if he keeps doing that, she will become Old and Fragile in no time. so. she ages slowly! and all that shit. or something.

the facility also like. it doesnt kidnap magical girls. not rlly ❤️tries to contain the witches though (with varying degrees of success)

now. about dasha. my girl dasha !!! shes been a magical since she was like, a child, seven years old or smth. temnova was always curious about what would happen if a magical girl made her wish at a young age - how long she could go until she turned into a witch, how much power her wish could hold, how her despair would look n such... dasha most likely isn't her first 'experiment' like this. dasha didn't make her own wish. temnova told her to wish "I want to be able to locate other magical girls", so she did. when dasha grows older, she starts recruiting magical girls. as in, once shes old enough, convincing enough, she starts finding MMs and telling them "Hi i have a group of magical girl friends back at home. do you wanna fight with us" . and youre lying. youre fucking lying if you say that any magical girl wouldnt go "what the hell this is a child. what the hell. why is she fighting witches. what the fuck kyubey" and follow her, to the facility. the scientists ask her questions, "what did you wish for?" "how long have you been a magical girl?" "what's your weapon?" "can you fight a witch for us?" "can you describe some of the witches you've fought?" nothing too drastic - can't have her telling the other magical girls about them - all under the guise of being dashas family, studying magical girls, keeping statistics, just curiousity. but magical girls arent stupid. some Would try to trust them. maybe temnova does these interviews, since shes a magical girl herself. or Something i dont have this that developed. im making some of this up as i go lol

dasha's weapon... is a gun!!

thats her holster:) i didnt wanna give her a close range weapon, because, dimas telekenisis n all. plus its sorta stalker-ish.

when shes around 15, temnova takes her aside one day and says "hey. i love you like a daughte.r ok. thats why i'm going to tell you this. because i trust you can handle it. its a disgrace! im amazed at the boards lack of scientific taste, they just dont understand youre too precious to witch out! shame. yeah they think youre a loser and they wanna turn you into a witch, study that form and all." bc . shes put far too much work into dasha to lose her at 15!

dasha breaks out.

also, if you're wondering, "how did she survive without turning into a witch for eight years??" wellll theres this thing called bottling up your feelings so hard you dont even know they're there. hope this helps. she distances herself from literally everything.

lmk if you'd like me to elaborate on any of this!

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katya!! katya lives with nadya in this au. (under the theory that nikita and nadya are her parents, which is, practically canon to me - nikita still bailed) her twin sister, which she has in the canon human au that ferry sometimes talks about, doesnt exist. why? ❤️because. im silly like that.

one day she meets yulya (fem!yura :3 get GIRLED), and the two become friends! sorta. katya hears yulya being self depricating n shit and decides "ok thats gonna be my big sister figure now:)" mm. about yulya. to explain things a bit: stalkers still exist in this. theyre not as illegal, but theyre not really legal either ! no law about them. they work for the facility - non magical girls that venture into witch's labyrinth, retrieving curses, scouting the labyrinth out, taking back 'artifacts', etc etc... yulya wants to be one ! for funsies, maybe. idk. she knows about magical girls because of sergei (unsure if ill girl him or not) !! she still tutors sanya, and, bc of sergeis stalker profession, shes heard a bit about labyrinths and such. thinks it could be interesting. or whatever. who knwos ... so !! she wants to be a stalker. katya doesnt know magical girls exist, theyre like, cryptids to her still. like the tooth fairy.

one day, the duo (maybe trio .. sanyas there, maybe), one way or another, they get stuck in a witchs labyrinth. they get cornered by curses, or the witch herself. no magical girl in sight. kyubey appears, explains the deal (not rlly, though. mostly "make a wish!! and youll be ok!!") and . yulya . she cannot bring herself to do it. she knows that the magical girls turn into witches, always eventually, from sergei. and she cant bring herself to do it. she loves katya like a sister, she doesnt want her to seal the contract either - but, she cant. do it. she freezes. katya doesnt know who the witches rlly are, though. so. in a fit of panic and desperation, she wishes something along the lines of "i just want my friends and i to be happy!!" or something. n. to her, this is magic! she gets a magical girl transformation! she gets a cute outfit, she gets a way to protect yulya!! she survives!! shes happy!! but to yulya. this is fucked up messed up shit and fuck. katya has already died, to her. "it was always going to end this way, shes been dead since the beginning" n shit. so she cant fucking. bear to be happy. but she cant tell katya the truth either!! shed witch out!! so shes. stuck. katya too.

katyas weapons are balloons that she can make, like animal balloons, that explode! so. she makes a silly dog balloon and throws it at the witch! and thats how she deals damage:) maybe shes got juggling balls idk !

mm. also, about that witching out...

she doesnt rlly make it out the story in one piece lol. she learns the truth about magical girls one day. and ummm . she cant really handle it. she doesnt explode right away. tries to be positive, like, "oh i can. do htis. i can handle this" . she tries . but she fails . she cant bear to fight a witch again. and succumbs

neleppy p'yerro is her witch name. the laughable witch. pathetic. tries to keep her audience, people in her labyrinth, happy, joyful. isnt outright violent, but. shes still a witch. she doesnt mean to harm you. she only wants to make you happy, to prevent you from reaching the fate that she did. doesnt want you to be sad, succumb and witch out. but she doesnt know how.

again, lmk if youre curious about any of this !! or if i explained anything poorly!!! :D thank you for asking!!!

[lxndonorris]

🩵 DISTRACTION TIME! 🩵

What brought you to the f1 fandom?

hey!

So its a long story.

I knew f1 existed since I was like ten, but my father barely watched it. At the time I wasnt interested in sports at all, so I never really cared much.

Come 2019, my brother and a few friends started playing the video game and watch some races, but I still didnt care lol. I was a part of footie tumblr for a while and someone brought the one and only charles leclerc on my dash.

Just by looks alone, yes Im a simple guy, I was interested and started digging and got to know all the other drivers. I started to adore max, charles, pierre and lando so much. With the rest following shortly. I didnt watch the races or care much about the results tho, but I enjoyed the pictures, gifs and edits.

The 2020 season was the first season I watched 95% of the races and fell in love with most of the grid. Through up and downs Im still here, even though I barely watch it again.

F1 as a whole is a lot at times, and I simply cannot and will not take part in all of the shenanigans unfolding week after week. I once tried to be the voice of reason but I gave that up a long time ago.

All the format changes make it even more exhausting. I simply cant watch on fridays and I hate sprints.

Maybe next season will be the one I watch again. But I dont know. Its kinda not the same anymore. But I dont wanna rant here.

Thank you for the distraction🩷

[mbabol]

howwow night

finally. defeated soulmaster. jesus christ. i hated him. closest thing i felt to despair in this game

erm i only went that way to the city also bc npc told me i should get my weapon upgraded before i challenge mantislords. so i did. where am i gonna find ore btw

mantislords honestly ngl felt so much better than soulmaster. soulmaster made me wanna commit violence. mantislords made sense.

THE MANTISES ACCEPT ME NOW........THEY DONT ATTACK ME WTH

i havent even been able to keep up with the lore stuff. um. i didnt go into the deep nest yet bc i wanted to unlock the areas i could go with slam.

got lost trying to find the crystal slam spot and ended up getting into the caves thru some other bullshit path.

got EXTREMELY lost as a result, i hate thise flying crystal bugs btw

get so lost i fall into the burial mounds somehow (?)

DREAM VISION? I WAS RIGHT AGAIN THERES THREE GUYS AND A MAIN ONE. WHY ARE THEY HERE ? I WAS SO SCARED THAT I WOULD HAVE TO FIGHT

i was so impatient btw to get out that when the dream sequence wnded and i was supposed to follow the appearing steps i literally kept jumping off my platform before the steps could form. i did that like four times before i gave up and just waited to see what would maybe happen

SO THATS WHAT RHOSE WEIRDO TREES ARE FOR <- dream nail

i somehow make my way back to the crystal caves after all this. i hate most of these puzzles. i REALLYYYY hated the crusher puzzles. i legitimatelt thought i wouldnt be able to finish those

i did tho.

i think i finished most of the crystal caves....? i got the crystal power dash so. yeah

caterpillar grandpa gave me a grub charm !

went back to the city of tears dont rmember why. exploring. i opened sewers the first time around but didnt go in bc it was dark. went in with the firefly lamp thing i bought. its horrifying down there.

THE MOBS IN THE SEWERS WERE SO CREEPYYYYYY UGHHHH I HATED IT !!!

the sounds they made wrre so unpleasant i honestly need to go back to finish exploring bc i mightve missed loot. i defeated the sewer boss tho one try hell yeah

oh yeah i died like five times in the crystal caves

i lost money once too.

found kings station......intriguing. also the poor little rich citizen zombies. i feel so bad abt the one who runs away. am i the bad guy? ive got a couple more cutscenes and plaques that suggest that i might be

OH YEAH I KNOW NOW so it seems like someone called the hollow knight sacrificed themselves to contain the orange plague in some way. it doesnt look very contained to me, but idk if that means it didnt work or if this is the best they can do actually and its just not spreading further. so i assume the hollow knight like. holds it somehow. in their body. which im wondering if i will end up doing in the end. bc. from the early game comment. i might be a little bit hollow myself.

the ghosties also said something like fhe plague is coming back...? do we need to renew the seal or somethng? i knew it wasnt really working as planned

um also i challenged the red guy in the burial grounds. he also wasnt too bad especialg when i figured out he cant get me when im healing underneath rhe platform. so. he also said some strange things. why did he attack the king? why was it assumed i would also attack the king? i thought the king was providing me soul? why provide soul if he isnt benevolent? what would i gain from fighting him? questions wuestions

im also trying so hard to save these grubs I HAD TO GO IN A TOMB FOR ONE. RHERE WERE GROSS MUMMY MOBS !!! IT WAS DISGUSTING THE SOUNDSSS THEY MADE

uh also somewhere in fungal mounds or whatever its called theres a crying person but i cant figure out how to get to them to talk lol

theres also some puzzles that i couldnt figure out that i might retry. acid is somehow my worst enemy still

i have so many rancid eggs now. why am i collecting thwm ?

[dreamingdruka]

There are rumors that GRRM was so displeased with the writing on House of the Dragon season 2 that he personally stepped in to rewrite the scripts for multiple episodes which is something he didnt even do for GoT and we all know that was a trainwrek at the end so the fandom is understandably going insane.

This rumor has somehow reignited all the old discourse from the show as well as lighting a fire under the Winds of Winter speculation.

oooh i get it now thanks! i saw some of the discourse on my dash recced to me by tumblr, but like, i dont follow the big discussion type blogs, only the fanart (mostly) and meta (like 1 or 2) blogs. i dont even check news sites for this sort of stuff; i remember to look up grrm's 'not a blog' like once a month and thats it. i didnt know there was a BIG thing going on. hotd was for me, only a visual thing, i get worked up about the visual details, and i stopped giving any deeper thought on character motivations and all that on the shows since that mess of a, idk, season 5? even before that? to me, asoiaf is always better as the books, and any visual interpretation cant quite do it justice. im sure someone else has discussed this at length better than me lol that was a ramble i'll shut up

(also um hi people interacting with me beyond likes and rbs? am i getting like views? people actually see my text posts amd not just the rbs and some ai art i did? holy shi-)

[werewolfin]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Something is wrong on mobile. Tags seem to... just look at them! Typing here is fine, it's just tags, but still. As far as I can tell, it's interpreting it as a-ab-abc-abcd without dashes.

0 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#4

crash

0 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#3

dreams are something your subconscious tries to tell you

it was basically a time loop where i try to figure out how this guy kept getting murdered at a massive house party but it’s not the girlfriend, best friend (who i was playing as), or even the loner trying to get with the gf. he’s just dead every single time. probably getting murked by several people; i’m pretty sure i killed him once on accident and didnt even bother hiding the body, since it was a party and people would think he was just black out drunk. tried to hide his body on the roof later on though, which just made him get spotted quicker lol.

the party was in the mountains but we were apparently right next to both the ocean and farmland, because at one point the girlfriend sprouted a wing sephiroth style and flew away out to sea. i got the impression she gave up on trying to find out how her bf died in several timelines and didn’t want to get fingered as the culprit in lieu of even any circumstantial evidence, so she sacrificed her ability to swim or land in exchange for flight and left.

i think loner guy got abducted by cannibals in the last one, because it became like texas chainsaw massacre AND the hills have eyes in that there’s a massive inbred family network out there in them there hills that just take people if they want more kids, food, or hunting for sport. There was also a cameo of michael myers because he was apparently just slaughtering them en masse and them trying to put him down but he just did not notice it at all. purely coincidental on his part that he was taking down whole cells.

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#2

dreams are something your subconscious tries to tell you

had a dream i was a dude and i got dressed in pumps and a playboy bunny outfit except the bottom wasn’t a leotard it was a microskirt, so technically i’m flashing cheek with each step.

apparently i did this as a reward or something for my dream state boyfriend, like, straight up in public i am wearing this for him. because of the whole flashing thing being, you know, a thing with this outfit, i decide to squat instead of take a seat, which is something else i feel dream bf would appreciate.

he does not lol.

rather than have sex in ‘real life’ he wants to have sex in minecraft, something i do not have, with mods i also do not have. the force of my disappointment turns me into a lady again.

seeing as i’m lucid dreaming and it isn’t going anywhere fun, i decide to launch off the cliff that’s usually at the back of buildings in my dreams and just start hang gliding or w/e only to get waylaid by the fucking party going on out on the courts. i’m still in the bunnygirl outfit.

i woke up mildly aggravated that i read my dream bf so wrong, which is funny because in actual real life i had never and will never actually date this guy. this is what happens when you see a sick af cosplay and find an anime character with the same specific name the same day lmao

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My #1 post of 2022

i switch to firefox and it fucking breaks not even a day later -.-

extensions no longer loading properly, tumblr just giving me a blank page...

anyone know how to figure out wtf is happening

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[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

i love how everyone is going the sad route for the derogatoru stuff

meanwhile im just here like 'heehoo funi jacian :]'

[rillette]

Okay hi I'm sorry bc this is probably a stupid question but you seen like you know a lot about Hal Jordan!! and I'm curious- what's so bad about the live action green lantern movie?

ok so. first of all, not a stupid question, this is a fun question because its shit on like. multiple different levels. its like genuinely not a good movie on like movie standards and its not a good or faithful gl story either. im probably going to have to put this under a cut so i don't clog up the dash lol.

if you care about spoilers and you plan on watching the movie: it's ugly and boring and they somehow fucked up the stupid bug parallax retcon even more than it already sucks. like its really ugly i can't stress that enough the cgi looks like gum. also the pacing is shit.

if you dont care about spoilers keep reading i guess lol

on like a movie level, it's genuinely not well made. like i said earlier the cgi looks like poo poo shittle and its a significant portion of the movie. like all the gl costumes are cgi and shit its not great. its just not fun to look at which is kinda... not great considering that its a fucking movie. also when hal turns into the green lantern his pupils turn like glow-in-the-dark star green. think teen wolf or jason in titans s3. its very disconcerting. actually wait hold on i live blogged this i have a screen shot i think.

gross. i went back and reread my liveblog and the audio scaling is also bad. i remember scenes being super loud and then they cut and carol is like whispering into the microphone.

also the pacing is like super odd? i watched this movie in chunks so i didnt get like the full effect but the pacing is really fucking slow. the climax of the movie is like a good almost two hours in when hal punches the big bad like once and then it flies into the sun. here is a description of that scene so you dont have to watch this movie: (Hal voice) aughhggg auuuuuuu (trying not to fly into the sun bc gravity) but wiat… >:J (let's go of airplane construct) (punches it once) houuughghhggh (falling into the sun noises) (hal passes out). at least the passing out part is like in character.

in terms of the plot. hoo boy. i? its hard to figure out where to start here because, like, the big bad is parallax. which, should mean the big bad is hal himself, but no, it's the stupid fucking retcon bug parallax. except its not. parallax in this movie is like a big ugly eldritch tentacle monster that slowly floats towards earth and then attacks earth and then gets punched (once) into the sun. genuinely im having a hard time trying to explain this movie because i was so bewildered by their choices the entire time.

it doesn't feel like a green lantern story. there's a weird B-plot where hector hammond gets like infected with parallax and amanda waller is there? i think?? there's just so many characters in this movie that should not be in hal's origin story. Sinestro is there btw i forgot sinestro is there! instead of ranting about order and chaos, he rants about fear and how you're not supposed to feel fear as a gl. this movie honestly feels like if the plot of gl was a flavor than this movie would be like watered down la croix. like something is there. but its so fucking faint. after taste of something that COULD be green lantern.

this movie sucks dude. like its not even bad enough to hate watch its just vaguely nauseating and boring. i need people to stop adapting parallax unless they've done their required reading and they're not using the retcon. geoffry my worst enemy this is your fault somehow i know it in my bones.

hope this helps!

[modyoonie]

hey, do you think you could do that cosplayer ask but with tommy?? i love your writing!! >-<

𐐪 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫

ft. tommyinnit (gender neutral reader)

requested;; yes | no

okay sO

I like to think that tommy is aware you’re a coslplayer, but at the same time not??

like he just knows you have many unusual clothes and wigs, that’s probably it

like there was a dono on his stream once

someone asked what was his opinions on your latest cosplay that you uploaded on tiktok

and he was like?

wot?

then immediately went back to bothering tubbo for the duration of the stream <3

you never explicitly said that you were a cosplayer so how would he know? (T ^ T)

any how

you were doing you makeup for your chuchu from bandori cosplay since a lot of people requested her from your last tiktok

you’re already half way done, you only needed to put on the rest of your outfit since

what you didn’t notice however,

was the message notifications you got from tommy

saying he was coming over to possibly ruin your day hangout

it was too late since he was already in your room

the guy didnt even bother to knock LOL </3

so here you both are

him screaming and dashing out

while you’re just sitting there, your brain going: ???

y/n.exe has stopped working

you went around the house to find where he went off to and he was curled up in a ball on the very side of the living room

if you listed closely you can hear distorted

“m̶̢̧̨͈̭̱̫͈͍͇̩͍͈̞̖͔̬͖̼͍̗͕̥͔̥̮͎̮̞͊̈̓̍̎̓͌͐̽̂̿̉̀̈́̌̔̅̋̓̀̐̑̀̔̍̂̉͊͊̔̆̿̍̂͘̚̚͝͠͝ͅ��̢̢̡̻̳̲̙̪͖͓̝̻̹̞͔͓̦͉͉̗͎̩̮̲̯̝̦̝̮̯̘̭͇̭̦̼͕̣͍̣̱̱̖̺̜̪͜ͅͅȋ̵̡̨̧̢̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͈͓̗̖̼̫̲͔̱̠̣̯̫͚̠̫͚̰̩̬̤͙͓̟̣̱̥͉̲̳̰̟̣͉͙̼̬̻̠̼̫̟͈̜̬̤͚͙̮͉͎̬̯͎̬̥̝͚̭̫͇͚̳̮̟͓͉̣̩̱̗̺͓̼̫̥͇̬̗̘̭̱͚̙͕͚̮̯̺̰͔̫͍̟̻̠̫̬̳̣̳͉̅͌̇̅͆̍̈́̆͐͗̋͌̽̓́̾̏̈́̀̎̏̀̐̏́͊͑̂̉͐̋̒̽̔͆̔̊̓͊̃̉͗̔̍̌͐̂̽͐͛̌͗̾͐͑͗̀̄͆̎̎͒̓͋̀̀̽̇́̀̍̄̔̅͂͑͗͑͊̂͗̋́͛̊̂̈́̐̑̾̾̑̐͒̋̋̽̆̍̽̐̽͋͌͗̓̌̇́̿͗̀̓̋̒̅͐́̈́̐̇̉̃̃̄̊̃͒͐́̔̈́̆͗͛̈́̿̑̕̚̚͘̕͘̚̕͘̕̚͘̕͘͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅm̷̡̡̟̫̭̳̮͎̺͋̆̍̒̓̍̐̏ͅį̷̢̨̢̨̢̨̡̨̨̧̨̧̧̛̛̛̰͙̝̜̦͕̰̟͙̩̟͖̭̖̱̣̰̠̱͔̝͇̥͍̝̯̦̺̖͇̼͉̺̱̼͉͕̭͔̗̣̟̺̤̤͓̘̠̺͕͙̩̫̰̞̫̞̗̲̩̙͇̺͈͕͚̤̯̲̮̦̭͇̥͖̲̝̹̫͚̺̳̮̲͖̰̱̰͔̫͉̤͎̞̟̂̄̑̐̒̇̀͒͑̆̆̎̾̐̑͋̿͂͛̆̆̂̌̎̄͆̂̉͊́́̓͑͒̑͌̊̍͐̔̃̈͆̌̓́̄́͒̓̆̆͋̓̐̏̏͑͒̂͋̏͒̅̓̈͐̍͌̈́͌̓̔͒̇̓͆̀̅͌̉͊̃͒̈̍͌͂̽̏̌͂̄́̃̌͑̀͊̅̓̃͐̆̆͗̌̓͒̏̈́́̽̀͆̂́̈́̇͐̀̓̏̓̎̀̒͑̎̉͘͘̚̚̚̚͘̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅm̴̢̡̢̡̢̢̡̨̧̨̨̢̢̛̛̞͈̻̞̮̪̗͔͕̩̱͚͕̙͎͙͉͇͍̣̲͙͍͓̯̤͖̗̱̟̳̺͔̹̖̘̰͕̭̞͔͍̭͎̻̱̰̫̙̟̥̳͖̳̹̣̹̭̞͈̭̲͔̹̱̬̬͇̱̻͖͉̠͕̞̹͍̖̟̯̗͓̺̦͉̯̗͉̦̯͍̲̠̃̏̏̏̀̌̂̀͌̑̄́͛̈͛̃͑̒̆̎̄̓̊́̃̑̆̂̀̉̈̈̃͊̓̂̀͋̊͒̍̊̓͒̀̅͐́͗̍̀̾̂͊̉̀̐͑̉̐̄̎̈́͒̇̃́̃̊͌̂̊̈́̀͊̔̐͆̈́͆̐́̋̓͐͛͊͒̅̓͂͑̋̈̋̎͆́̾̿͆̾͗͑̉̆̈́͌͆͐̊͗͌̈́́̄̏̂͂̈̎̂̽̿̋̾̀͗͛͗̊̐̊̄͌̑̅́̒̃̎͑͗͑̊͂͌͋͆̔͌̆̌̈́̊͆̕͘̚̚̚̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅi̸̡̡̡̧̡̧̧̢̨̡̢̡̨̡̡̧̢̛̛̗͙̬̦̖̗͕̺͕̰͓̬͇̮͖͉̼̙̗̹̼̹̜̦̖̲̻̤͓̭̜̞̟̺̣̖͍̻̞̪̥͕̱̬̬̱̫̹͈̦̹̝͓͔͇̼̣̖̝̟̺̹̰̗̹̙̻̙͇̹̥̲̦̱̻̼̥̙̤̲͎̗͉̟̦̣͍̤̭̯̣͙̣͓̖̫̥̪̱̮̭̳̫͎̙͕̭͈̫͔͙̫͓̰͉͕̟̹͓̻̰̳̱̗̫̲̝̝̙͙̳̮̞͖̗̭͈̩̫͎̥͔̖̥̣͍̯̺͍̣͓̹̗̝̦͍̫̥̮͑̓̄̉͛̓͐̇̃̍̌̋͒̃̀̍̄͒̑̈́͗̆͒̎̏̂̄̉̄́͂̈́̀̃̽̒̈́͗̈͑̏͑̇̑̋̃̈́̐̈́͐͊̌̎͋̄̀̊̈̀̿͆̃͗̉͛̏̏́̃̊̀̀̀͋̃̌͐́̅͆̅̄̈̃̀͘͘͘̕͘͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅm̴̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̥̪̣͎̻̜̟̙̲̦̺͚̤͍̺̗͒͛̓̏̍̅̋̾̾̎̄͒̋̀͛̋̊̆̌̒͂̉̾̔̀͂̾̀̑͊̉̌̌̀̈̽͋̔̾̉̀͑̓̑̌͌̔͒́͂̂̒̒͆́̿̏̈́̓́̈̐̒̐̓́̓̿̓͂͆̾̓͆̊͋͛̐̃͑̆͂̄̄͂̃̋̃̑͋́̄̾͛̏͆̓̀͑̑́͐̔̈́̀̾͊͐̓͌͛̔̄͒͆̃̑̈́̆͒͗̿͗̓͆̆̇̕͘̚̚̚̚͘̚͘͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅi̶̡̧̨̢̨̢̡̧̢̨̢̡̢̛̙̙̱̦̦̦̤̳̱̜̜͔̥̪̖͓͙̭̦̘̗̤̮͉̟̳͖̼̜̻̩̩̼̤̳̰̱̥͉̞͙̣̰̞̦͍͍̟͈̣̳̝̩͍͔̥̟̝̦̣̞̺̱̺̙̰̮̖̗̬̝̞̝͚̭̮͎͕̭̣͉̟̗͍̤͍͖̣͖͈̱͂̽̾̀̆̅̈́̌̉̒͊̎̓̾̀̈͂̔͂͆́̎͌̂͑͌̅̔̀̓̉̋̑͐̃̈́̀̈͂̿̈́̃̌̇͛̑͗͆̓̓̄̾́͊͌̉̍̅̂̓͛̔͐͒̆̇̍̅̏̄͑̃́͐̃̈̉̓̉̾̀͂̎́͒̑̏̓̐͛̏͂́̓͗̿͆͗̈́̅́͋̍̐̎̍̍̀̎̃̏̽͐́͌̃̐̐͆͂̿̍͛̐͂̌̉̈́̎̈́̀̌͛̆̓͐͌͘̚̚̚̕̚͘͘̚͘̕̕͘͘͘̚̚͘͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅṁ̷̨̨̢̦̱͇͍͕̫̣͕̖͙̝͙͓͓͓̙̣͉͉̠̪̗̯̖̖͇̻̼̙̭̺̓͆̐́̒̈̑̐̿̆͋̓̕͘͘̚ͅ��̢̡̧̨̨͍͈̯͉̰̟̬͓̗̝͚̝̝̜̙͙̠͔̲̪̰͍̟̤̪̭̱̣͍̖̰̳͙̭̰̬̻̥͖͇͇̫̹̠̰̣̲̬͈̞̲͔̲̘̥͓̱͈̫͙͈̭̩̪̲̱̮͇͔̫̙̰͜͜ì̶̡̢̡̡̢̨̛̛͔̥̪̩͉̖̯̞͍͍̪̱̺͙̰̩̣̼̞̗̳̞͎͖̝͙͖̳̯͔͉̯̬͚͍͍͎̖͙̭̗̦̰͍̰̜͈̠͉̝̫̟̙̠̺͇̤͇͚̖́͆́͊̍̀̆̓̔̈́̇̇̀̂̄͐̊̓̈́̇͆͛̀̄̈̍̉̔̊̎͂̾͆̄̂̉̃͆̄̀̉̉̐̊͒̑̅̑̑͊̈́͋̈́̈́̂͗̄͗̈́̑̉̐̇̊̒̂̅̂̓́̈̽̄͐̆͑́̓̓̓́̆̃̈̀̀̌̆̽̕͘̚̚̚͘̚͘͘͘̚͘̚͜͝͝͠͠͝͝͠ͅͅm̴̧̧̢̨̢̨̢̢̧̡̢̖̖̥̫̗͚̳̦͔̲̯̲̣̼̼̥͔̬̭̺̠̟̬̫̰̺̥͔̯͚͍̰̹̭͈̖̤̩͇̦̟͖̮̮̰̘̫̹̠̬̙͍̹͈̯̟̬̲̠̖̥̫̣̹͉̭̮̘̭̠̙̘̙̹̼̠͉̳̩͎͇̰̜̖̺̙̼̟̰̲͍̲͖̰̺̜̳̰̻̮̙͈̪̠̝̦̠̙̯̹̼̹͙͙̣̜̗̝̙̲̠͉̟̼͔̖̙̙͎͖͖̜̥͖̩̹̦̠̝͕͎̭̞̰̯͎͖̠̬͚̺͎̟̦͉̰̰̝̮̥̤̰͉̺̘̫̣̟̮̰͚͍̳̙̙̫̤̄̓̌͛̓̇͂̅̈̈́̆̋͋̿̋̒͂̀̓͑̆̈́̿̊̉̑̑͛̓̇̓͗̌́̄̈̇̀͋͂͑̊̍̃́͗̀̈̆͋̃̓̓̑̂̉̆͗͒̇̌̈́̌́͑̐̂̋̍͆̍̄͆́͒̍̈̈́́̓̈́̀̔͋̉̍͛͑̈̓͋͑̀͑̆̈́̎̈́́̇͌̃̽̓̏̔̐̃͑̾̇̎͒̄̃͑͊̎̄̈̐̕̚̚̚̚̕̕͘̚̚͘̕͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅi̷̧̨̨̧̧̨̧̡̡̧̡̨̢̡̧̧̨̡̨̡̢̛̫͙̹̟̯̝͉̪̜͉͙̺̯̬̙̜̮͍̼̠͔̱̯̪͍̪͇͉̫̪̟̙͕̰̗̟̹͖͓͚̥̻͚̬̼̘̱̖̼̙͈͔͎͔͉̜̯̮̹͙̼̖͔̹̭̯̠͚͓͙̠̥̳̪͉͚͍͔̗͇̬̗̦̝̪͔͇̯̗̦͇̖͉̫̘̦̟̪̯͍͍̺͍̙͚̹͚͉͔̹̝̰̮̟̮͚͍̬̖͇̺͇̱͈̳͔̳̦̰̪̗̫̤͖̤̙͓͖̔͛̾̆̅̈́͆̒̅͂́̈́͊̃͒̇̈̃̍̄̓͊̑͂͆̅́̒̈́̑͑͗͒̓͒̎̾͊̽́́͛̿́̿̎́͒̈́̓̊̔̊̅̏̅̊̽̉̿̈́̂͊̃̊̌͆̀̇̑͂͆̈́̔̅́͌͆̇̆̒̈̑̇͋̍̀͋̍́̌͊̅̂́̔̿̓́́̓͋̄̌̑̏̌̀̒̄̀̓͂̊͑̃͐͌̂̇̈́̎̋́̄̌̈́̓̇̏̉͐̄̄̋̂̽̌̎̉̐͛̓̎̅̋͒̎̓̇͆͒̽̿̔́̑̍́̂̉͌̎̒̕̚̚̚͘̕̚͘̚̕͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅm̵̡̡̡̨̡̧̢̧̡̧̨̧̧̛̥͓͍̼̙̰͚̱̤̲̥͖͔̗̫̘̮̮̫͙͙̘͇̭̼̼̣͍̱͚̲̝̼̣͇̜͎͙̱̠̬͇̲̖̫͈̮͖͉̣̗̮̫̺͙̺͎̘͔̭̜̥̲̞͓̘̬̭̞̻̖͖̻͖̺̱̞̗͚͈̼̪͕̭̘̩͎͈͉̮̗̩̩͓̮̗̼̘̗̘͕̝̙̞̬͓͔̦̟͍̝̞̩̼͇̼͚͈̘̫̙̠̺͍̮̤͎͎͍̞͔̺͇̺̯̼͚̱̞͕̫̘̪͚͍̘̖̎͂̿͋̿̓͑͂͋̿̉̆̑̅̏̎̊̆͋̀͑̑͌̈̆̎̒̇̋͌̇͒̆̓̀̿̀̉̑́̇̊̓̍̍̓͂̔͐͑͐̀̐͒̈́̓̊̆͊͋̋͂̈́́̀̀̍̈́̓̄͂̅͛̓́̅̎̅͐̂̃̋͌͋͆̕̚̚͘͘̕̚̕͘̕͜͜͜͝͠͝ͅī̴̧̨̡̨̧̢̡̧̨̡̢̧̨̨̨̡̨̛̛̛̛̞̩̙͈̪͕̬̙̰̝͙̖̙̹̟͈͖̹̲̖͙͚̗̝̬͔̘͙̙̬̲̙͖̲͔͙̩̠͇͉̱͙͇͔͙̺͎̩̟͉͎̩͍̖͇͖̝̤̞̳̥̦͙̝̰̣͔̲̮̰̜̱̹͔̩̳̹̖̹̝̜̠̘͕̜̠͍͓̤̞̺̯̦̰̯͉͍͍͓̹͙̯̖͍̱̭͇̤̲͎͔̮̥̰̝͓̻̻̥̻̲̠͖̥̤̩͚̬̳̭͉͎͓̲̼̗̗̦̮̘̜̲̪͇̣̲͕̼͈̦͉̅̎͌͆͒̓̐͌͐̍͂͌̈̄̀͗̃͊́̒́̿͊̈́͂̒͆͒̔̈́͊͌̾̎̓̃̈́̒̽̎̎̏͌͛̈́͐̎̈́̆̾͛͑̈́̓̃̓̓͋̊͑̂͒̇̉̎̓̿́͐̀́͛̌̈̿͒̇̑́́̿́̀̎̌̋͌̅̆̀̌͂̒͐̂͊̈́̿̀͌̉̒͑̀̌̌͒͑̊͂̐͊̀̂̄͂̃͐̋͘͘̕̕̕̚̕̚͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅͅͅm̷̨̧̢̨̡̢̧̢̧̛͎̤̖͖͔̫͔͓̗͍̥̗̼̱̤̮͇̙̲͓̣̣͉̰̯̬̪̞̠̱͎̱̙͈͈̳̤̞̮̞̦̟̟̪̞̗̤̘̮̝͕̝̬̼͈̗̖̲̭͎͍̯͔͚̗͚̮͚̳̦̹͍̻̘͕̺͈͉͕̩̺̗̟̣̫̤̹̻̥̖̞͙̱͉͇̤̝͈̤̬͚͇̭͓̥͈͍̞͚̮̝͚̹̠̱̪̺̠̟̞̠͓͎͍͖͖̙͎̞̙̒͒̾͆͆̇̓̈́̃̾̿͊͌̏̌̎̅̎̅̂̏̃̓̊̀̂̆̌͐̾͗̏́͊̔͑̈́̐̀̃̈̑͒̾͛̏͐͊̏̐̔̒̓̇͌̿̾͐̂͒͆̿͊̆̀̐̊͘͘͘̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͠ͅ”

fun times I know

“uhh- tommy?? you okay there big man??”

“ *incoherent babbling of tommyinnit* “

yeah you broke him

AFTER he has calmed down after you offered him water and fries (chips as they call it in britain, my god wtf)

he can now see how you look like

FULLY

and his brain still can’t process it

you asked what he thought about your cosplay

an he wanted to say you looked incredibly gorgeous, HE WANTED TO

but his brain just said it wanted to shut down rn

“so? what do you think? (๑>◡<๑)”

HIM BEING A BLUSHING MESS

“awww thank you tommy!”

he’s just star struck (is that a saying?)

in tommy’s opinion, not alot of people can pull of cosplays

BUT YOU JUST OWNED IT

when he sees people shitting on you and saying you’re ugly

he gets like really angry

would shit talk them under his breath

sometimes you catch him doing so and get scared cause he looked rEALLY SCARY AND PISSED

always likes to rewatch you tiktoks of your cosplay, it brightens his day alot!

so so sweet, very supportive of you, 10/10 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

sorry for not posting! i’m busy w school work and such 😖 hope you like this anon! <3

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, eps 1-5 thoughts! opening the new season with episodes like these kinda blew me away. we had multiple serious episodes INCLUDING a two parter!! also, valerie :)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-I don't know what I expected s2 to open with. but danny portal incident in more detail was not it. (also, I hate to break it to you, sam, but danny's parent's bigass ghost hunting rv def chugs more gas than those vehicles, lmao. unless it runs on ectoplasm or something...)

-WHY WAS DESIREE IN THE SEWER? HAVING TEA WITH IT DOWN THERE?? Her making the giant cow come alive is a boss move, we've almost had all of my fav animals as ghosts now <3 I also don't like how sam was expecting danny to just, haunt the place so the cars wouldn't get sold? I KNOWWW I know she's 14 (and I had a very annoying phase like this, I think I mentioned in a previous post, I GET IT) but they're HIS powers, and messing with (1) dealership will not really put a dent in sales overall because they can just move the cars to another sales lot, and it certainly wont change the industry anyway, it's more of a minor annoyance for (1) location. Also, usually people who work at car sales places work on commission, so if they dont make a sale, they don't have money to pay bills, or eat. sam baby if u wanna be an activist you need to like, actually look into these things. with as much money as her parents have, she could be doing a lot..more useful things for causes she cares about? it's frustrating to see someone with resources who doesn't know how to use them. but shes 14 so again. cannot be really upset :/

-IS THIS A PREDATOR VS TERMINATOR VS FREDDY KRUEGER MOVIE BUT THEYRE ALL WOMEN?? you know, sam is so right to be excited about this. /I/ want to see this movie. that rules

-paulina inviting danny and friends to her quinceañera, aw! even if it is just to get phantom to show up :') and there'll be a meteor shower, and we KNOW danny wants to be an astronaut!! there's not a meteor shower every night!! the tickets are non-refundable, but..she's rich? like. gotta agree with danny, they never get invited!! I KNOW it's the principle of keeping promises, but if she was that upset, she should've said something. directly. I hated how she was like, passive aggressive about it through the episode, like you SAID IT WAS FINE, THAT YOU'D GO TO THE PARTY TOO. MOVIES SHOW FOR A FEW WEEKS IN THEATERS. IF YOU HAD A REAL PROBLEM YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. WE'VE HAD THIS PROBLEM BEFORE, SAM. YOUR FRIENDS. ARE NOT. MIND READERS.

-MR. LANCER GOING AFTER THE GHOST WITH THE FIRE EXTINGISHER LMAO

-this outfit is everything . anytime the show does an over the top cutesty pink outfit i WANT IT. it looks like shit I wear JKASDHF I HAVE a bow like that and a pink sweater. I need leg warmers </3

-SAMS GOTTA RE-HALF-KILL HIM??? thats fucked up. but also, he finally got his logo!! it took until s2!!! this episode was lowkey very fucked and I felt like it glossed over a lot. does sam have guilt about like. kinda KILLING HIM?? I know, he also agreed and walked into the portal. but. she made the choice to redo it SO quickly (even if it was because someone had to beat desiree) and danny, during their fight, brought up a lot of stuff sam's done in the past, meaning he was holding onto those memories and resentment was building. (I KEEP SAYING HE LOWKEY NEEDS THERAPY, BUT I THINK MOST EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW KINDA DOES) which...is a red flag? and then they didnt even GO to the party URGH I know she tried to make up for it, but it really felt like Sam fucked up and barely faced any consequences and got everything she wanted in the end. I KNOW it's a kids show obv they aren't going to go too in depth, and she undid the damage, kinda, but...I DUNNO how to articulate it but it rubbed me the wrong way.

-but on a note about desiree, her powers of wishes were STRONG ENOUGH TO ERASE NOT JUST THEIR MEMORIES, BUT DANNY'S POWERS?! fuck, if I was danny I'd be like, trying to make friends with her. I know they always have horrible side effects as most genie-granted wishes do, but...c'mon, I'd at least TRY to be like 'I wish no ghosts would hurt anyone in my town' or 'I wish vlad would lose his ghost powers forever no matter What and also forget about my mom' LIKE. SHIT DESIREE IS SO POWERFUL. rewriting reality powerful, basically!! appreciate her. respect her.

-aww, sam helping tucker pass the nurse's office so he wouldn't see because he's afraid of medical stuff? very sweet. I also don't like medical stuff, I've gotten a lot better at handling it tho. but seeing blood and needles still makes me feel lightheaded x_x

-FOLEY, BY TUCKER FOLEY. I want to make my own perfume, that's so cool. even if his first attempt isn't good, he's pretty consistently shown to have an inventor/entrepreneur streak in the show, so like. I can see him inventing or making something (or several somethings) that make him $$$ when he grows up :) proud of my creative son

-I know the 'creepy abandoned hospital on the edge of town' is a joke and the creepy hospital trope is so Worn Out, but in my town we actually DO have a hospital like that! my dad was born in it, but its not in use and hasn't been for, like, 20 years! it needs to be torn down but I think the city doesn't wanna pay the money. the inside is horrible, spray painted and broken glass and shit everywhere. but there's still like, rusty equipment and fucking DOLLS all over the place. the cops drive by it pretty frequently to make sure no one is like, breaking in. (because of water damage, some of the areas really aren't safe. also, asbestos, but people still go in anyway) but also, some of my town was used in a filming for a stephen king show. So it's lowkey spooky all over. just a fun personal tidbit :) to lead into saying, any hospital abandoned for any period of time is NOT safe to quarantine these kids in JKSAHDKF like I KNOW it's a ghost trying to do this, but NONE of these parents are even like, 'well, why dont we keep them in the regular, working hospital'....YIKES. this hospital looks pretty accurate to the one in town. grungy and spooky.

-fentons are tax evaders confirmed by jack's fear of being audited, lol no one is surprised

-ghost sickness via ghost bugs. horrifying concept. I actually expected it to be a new villain, not dr. spectra again! this is a very elaborate scheme. her new form rules, love the new costume. the way none of the bg kids seem to recognize her as their old school councilor. did we just forget about that completely?

-dash watching romance movies in the fucked up ghost hospital. same.

-'oh please, you're ghosts, do you have any idea what YOU smell like?' no, tucker, what DO ghosts smell like? I genuinely didn't know they would even have a smell, I actually want to know now.

-it feels like a while since we've seen jazz!! i was happy to see her again, even if she was a head in a jar for most the episode. I want another jazz-focused ep!!

-we finally see danny doing space-related stuff!! him and his friends stargazing to open ep 3 of s2. cute :) until, GHOST PIRATES!!!!! ...ghost pirate captain is a small child?? VOICED BY TAYLOR LAUTNER???

-oh, the easy listening is ember's song instrumental slowed. 'vapor drone' THEY VAPORWAVED HER!!! ember in a pirate outfit tho >>>>. and the cruise being called m.bersback JKASDHJK. ember adopting a little pirate brother is also pretty cute. concerning this teen and little kid have such bad opinions of adults, like, who hurt you?? (how did you DIE ALSO?? im always lowkey curious about that. we know desiree died at an old age, but her ghost form is young, probably mid-20s, so I wonder how that sort of thing works...its a more mental thing, isn't it?) but ghost team-ups are always cool to see, even if ember bailed after danny took her guitar. I guess she probably thinks youngblood can handle it (which, he's been owning danny this far in the ep, so...fair)

-tucker got that sponsorship from nasty burger for their radio!!! again, opportunistic money maker king, love to see it!!!

-danny taking control of the kids SO FAST. he makes a pretty great leader. no one is surprised, im pretty sure I said I think he's the most mature of the trio, once again, correct, because he's taken on so much responsibility already. all the teens suiting up in the jumpsuits to go save the adults and taking the ship over with a BLIMP. OKAY LETS GO. this feels like it should be a mid finale or straight up finale.

-...speaking of finales. why is ep 4-5 of s2 combined into a 50 minute episode? I havent even clicked play and im concerned. weird placement, like, this season JUST started and we're getting a two parter? okay...why are the episodes placed like this? why not put this at episode 10 or something, for a mid-season thing?

-this is also a cute dress. possibly my fav dress so far. can her parents give ME cute dresses, I'LL wear them.

-it turns out the castle fright knight was in is called pariah's keep and there's something worse than fright knight in there! lovely! fuck off vlad wtf are you doing <3 your hubris <3 is going to literally get you killed <3 'ring of rage' and 'crown of fire' are great names tho. ...vlad turning into a super polite guy when he was scared of mr. pariah was hilarious. and fright knight doing the same...I mean, it makes sense, he's a knight, he serves a king? happy to see fright knight again either way :) vlad telling him to call him tho, lmfao. you WISH HE WOULD. (I wish hed call me, too. 😔)

-so...jack being genuinely concerned about vlad...maddie really didn't tell him what happened at the cabin, did she. damn. if I was her id immediately come home and be like 'YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS SHITTTT THIS CREEPY GUY--' like, I feel like that stuff you need to tell your partner!!! I know she didnt want Jack to think she was an irresponsible parent putting danny in danger at that time, but STILLLL. maddie spilling boiling tea on him. get his ass. how is jack this oblivious to his wife's discomfort with vlad!! ughhh

-fenton wipe (tm). trademarked toilet paper.

-DANNY AND VALERIE BEING FRIENDS??? :D that was a cute moment. 'hey val <3' and 'if you like him like him, make a move, or someone else will ;)' at sam...damn!! I love her. valerie go for it girl!!! I hate how sam and tucker treat val also, like I GET IT YOURE PROTECTIVE AND DONT TRUST but if anything him befriending valerie will help when she finds out or he tells her like I feel like she'll be more understanding that they think! ALSO I feel like her reason for not liking ghosts is valid, like you haven't really explained the full story to her anyway! she doesn't seem to have any other friends after being booted from the a-listers so im like :( but seeing them kick butt together again was nice <3

-the ghosts all RUNNING FROM PARIAH DARK IS NOT GOOD, I thought he sent them to attack or something, but no. why doesn't someone just tell desiree 'hey i wish pariah dark would die' lol. once again I think she can solve every problem <3 but seeing all the enemies in one place, being civil and hiding together? love it.

-you just know danny's gonna have to clean up vlad's stupid mess. also, jack being willing to put on the ectoskeleton pants to help maddie, as soon as vlad heard it could kill him, he suggested jack do it instead of helping maddie himself? this is why jack got the girl, my man.

-ghost skeletons. how do you end up as a skeleton ghost in your afterlife instead of a humanoid like most the ones we've seen? lmao

-the ghosts just making new homes in various stores. I'd totally be setting up in an expensive clothing store if I was a ghost.

-valerie's dad is possibly the most useful adult so far, with that ghost shield expansion!!! and valerie saving vlad and danny, even tho shes been thru it already, shes still so good!!! this family rules.

-danny: *gently caresses valerie* :)

-*then he immediately TELLS HER DAD ON HER. and his first response is 'are you okay?' :'( such a good dad...

-*me every time fright knight breathes* youre doing SO great sweetie :)

-the fenton suit thing is so silly looking. does anyone take this thing seriously

-ALL THE GHOSTS FIGHTING WITH DANNY <3 AAAAA. and the fact that pariah isn't perma-defeated, but just locked away again. yikes. he'll probably get out again, won't he? it wasn't too clear, but if vlad DID make a pact with fright knight, I am rabid. I will beat vlad to death with the fenton bat (tm). YOU DONT DESERVE A COOL KNIGHT.

-valerie being direct with sam and challenging her? kinda love that, even tho I normally don't like 'catfight' type situations. because sam has been very passive aggressive about it which is annoying. valerie knows wtf she wants and wasn't even embarrassed to tell sam, but she did tell her, giving sam time to make her own move! and sam denied it and got embarrassed/mad! and sam did have a chance when danny was about to go off and fight, and she hesitated and didn't tell him. I feel like she's hesitating because they're friends and it might make it weird between the trio (poor tucker would be third-wheeling) but if u snooze u lose, u gotta GO after what u WANT girl. smh this is a No Tsundere Zone. 😤

[leerongrong]

of peaches and clichés.

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: In which you’re Jaemin’s chemistry tutor and he’s your cliché flirty high school bad boy.

Requested: yes // im not creative enough to think of an idea but i crave your writing so im gonna try and request lol. chenle fluff? dkjfid i have no idea on specifics, sorry if this didnt help. or some flirty badboy!jaemin im weak for that

The sun's shinning down, rays breaking through clouds onto the school's rooftop. Winds sweep across your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering along with your textbook pages in the wind. Screeching shoes from the basketball team are heard from below, along with the coach's whistle and shouts. Your earphones block out most of the noise, a melody to help calm down your nerves from the stress of school work.

"Well, look who I ran into." A male's voice breaks you from murmuring the lyrics to the song, even going as far to startling you until the textbook previously lying on your lap is flung away. "I would say it was a coincidence, if I believed in them."

Your eyes trail to black shoes just in front of you, keeping track of the hands that bend down to retrieve the pink, tossed away textbook. Your eyes are trailing up onto the figure, taking in the sight of a slightly worn out leather jacket and an odd tuff of blue hair.

Every high school has a stereotype to them; some with big brain nerds, maybe even buff jocks that push said nerds into lockers. Others have preppy cheerleaders that smile and flirt at every living thing, or a gathering of Goth teens that only hang out with their own clique. You've never had an opinion of them, simply choosing to live your own life alongside your pack of friends who are deemed "smart" and ultimately being labeled as the school's good girl.

The white canvas, the teacher's pet, the school's innocent, the extremely sweet girl capable of making anyone smile, those are the names you've been called throughout high school. Not that you minded them, they're just labels put there by people who never even knew you.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, the school's bad boy who's never seen wear anything but a leather jacket and skinny jeans, the one that goes around with whispers following him like the plague, the one who breaks heart after heart when he's bored, the one you got assigned to tutor chemistry. "Because if I'm not wrong, you fell head over heels the moment I came through that door."

The need to suppress your smile exceeds the need to take your book back.

"Besides, who wouldn't fall for me?" Jaemin's flirting is something you've only heard of previously, hallway whispers going around about his sweet words that make girls fall for him. You've only got to experience the end of it just two months ago, after your first tutor session had begun, the boy never failed to spew sweet nothings at you, at first driving you crazy with how much time he wastes flirting instead of studying. "But why would you throw away the book I gave you?"

The sight of his exaggerated pout makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, something that's been happening after tutoring Jaemin. Your friends had warned you to stay away from him, to decline the teacher's offer of an added grade if you succeeded in raising his grades. You don’t know what came over you to agree into something like tutoring, at first what you thought was, a lost cause like Jaemin. You remember feeling bad for lying to your friends, telling them that you needed the extra grade when in reality your grades have been stable and you didn't need any extra credits.

The butterflies explode once more when his pout turns into an attractive smirk you've seen him paint on his face multiple times. You're ducking your head in hopes he doesn't see the blossoming blush on your cheeks, not sure whether you want someone to burst into the rooftop to save you from your embarrassment or to spend a few minutes with him.

You're not sure when you started developing feelings for Jaemin. All your life you’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight, always seeing the logical side, explaining to Jaemin that falling in love happens slowly but gradually, declining his objections and telling him repeatedly that love doesn't happen overnight, it happens with unspoken moments and sweet words between two people intertwined with each other.

Maybe it started two weeks after your first tutoring session; the first time you ever saw Jaemin asleep in the library after the two of you decided to study after school, the day you remember seeing dark bags under his eyes after forcing him to study with you over the phone, the day you gathered enough courage to sweep away the, then brown, bangs from his eyes.

��Studying again?” The librarian’s voice pulls your attention away from your phone, snapping your gaze towards her smiling face before you’re smiling yourself, nodding at her question. “With company today, I see.”

“Company? What do you mean?”

You see her nod her head and you’re forced to squint when you see a hooded figure sleeping on the table you normally sit at. “He’s been here for over an hour already, sleeping.”

The library’s silent, with no one but you, the librarian, and the sleeping figure on the desk. The air is warm but windy, perfect weather to study in if it weren’t for the mysterious person sitting in your spot. You’ve got half the mind to start talking to the person and wake him up when you round the table and see that it’s Jaemin. Your heart softens at the sight of his soft brown hair, make shift bed made with chemistry books, more so when you see the bags under his eyes.

Guilt starts eating at you when you remember you’re the one who practically forced him to stay up all night with you, studying for your pre-chemistry test that’s coming next week. You’re gathering the books around him, gently pulling the one under his head and replacing it with your neck pillow instead, the sight of him sleeping in a slightly better position lessening your guilt.

Hours pass just like that, the librarian signaling for you to pack up while you’re stretching your stiff joints. In the few hours, you realize that Jaemin looks nothing like the front he puts up every day when he’s asleep, he doesn’t look as rugged and mischievous, he looks more soft and nice like this. Another thing you notice is how soft his hair looks without any added products, the color reminding you of hot cocoa on a winter day.

Your eyes are darting back and forward on his face, searching for any signs he’s beginning to wake up, heart starting to beat slightly fast at the thought of being able to run your fingers through his hair. The librarian’s still moving around somewhere behind you and you’re cautiously lifting your hand up to his head, fingers slightly brushing against his tresses.

“If you wanted to touch, you could have asked.”

The yelp that pulls out of you has Jaemin smirking, said boy lifting both his hands up above his head to stretch. “And don’t think I didn’t catch you staring,” he smirks, “You can stare for however long you want, I won’t judge.”

Your face flushes red and you’re quick on your feet, dashing away out of the library after collecting your bag and essentials, leaving Jaemin alone with your abandoned neck pillow still in his hands. Jaemin’s smiling, hands playing with the peach shaped pillow while he’s staring at where you were sat.

“Cute.”

It could have started on the third week after your club activities; when you ran into Jaemin for the first time that day, getting the surprise of your life when you saw his freshly dyed pink hair. Getting another surprise when he dragged you into the library for a study session, when he didn't need a tutoring for another 2 days. It was the first day butterflies erupted in your tummy when he told you he dyed his hair pink because pink reminded him of you.

Banter is tossed around while you’re laughing along with your friend. Your club activities just finished and you’re itching to go to the library for a much needed alone time, between your classes and tutoring Jaemin, there isn’t much time left for you to recollect your thoughts.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Your friends around you are all suddenly whispering, some fixing their hairs, others reapplying their lipsticks and you’re left wondering at the sudden change of attitude until Jaemin comes strutting down the hall with his usual leather jacket and not so usual bright pink hair. “Hi, peaches.”

“Peaches?” you choke out, “Who’re you calling peaches?”

“You.” He’s grinning at you, hands tugging at yours to pull you away from your peers and you’re slightly stumbling at his fast paced footsteps. “Or if you don’t like it I can call you Babe? Baby? Sweetheart?”

“Oh, I know!” He clicks his finger, “How about I call you mine?”

You force out a snort at his blatant flirting, thanking the Gods he’s not looking back at your frame, or else the full on blush on your face would’ve been blown. “Where are you taking me? Isn’t this the way to the library? Jaemin I don’t have to tutor you today.”

You’re met with silence as he continues to tug you into the library, waving a quick hello to the librarian when you pass her along the way. You bump into Jaemin’s chest when he suddenly stops in front of you and you’re on your tip toes when you see him pick an object up from your usual desk. “What are you doing?”

“You wanna know why I dyed my hair pink?” You’re sighing when he ignores your question, your patience running thin from your stolen ‘me time.’ He’s turning around and you’re shocked to see your peach neck pillow in his hands along with a chemistry test paper with the numbers 87 at the top left corner.

“My grades went up, thanks peaches.” He’s leaning down to your height, and goosebumps start to arise on your skin when his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “And I dyed my hair pink because pink reminds me of you.”

That day you’re the one left alone in the library, with a hand resting on your cheek, on the spot where Na Jaemin just kissed you.

Maybe it started on the fifth week when nature had decided to rain you in after school, all alone after studying for a physics test in the library, with the only other person there being Jaemin, who had to stay back for a physics make up test. The boy covering you with his beloved leather jacket, running under the rain all the way to your house which had resulted to him being absent the next day, getting a cold. 

“You bring an umbrella, peaches?”

Jaemin’s voice snaps you out of your stare off with the rain, said boy standing next to you with nothing but his leather jacket in hand and his backpack on his back. His previously bright pink hair has now been washed out, leaving only bits of light pink to color his hair and you’re embarrassed to say that it matches exactly with your peach neck pillow.

“No,” you mumble, “I’m guessing you didn’t too?”

”Always the smart one in the relationship.” Jaemin’s taking off his leather jacket and you look to him in confusion when he sets it on top of your shoulder, slightly adjusting the material so that it covers your head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why are you giving me your jacket?”

“I thought you were the smart one.” You open your mouth to banter with him, only to be cut of when he intertwines your fingers together. Your jaw falls slack and he’s laughing, pretending to push your jaw back up and fix it. “C’mon, peaches. Don’t tell me you’ve never watched kiss scenes under the rain before.”

Your stomach erupts with butterflies with the flirting that’s coming out of his mouth, and your hands feels warm encased in his much bigger ones. You’re watching as rain continues to fall from above, some drops slightly falling into Jaemin’s hair and there’s an unexplainable feeling that’s resting deep in you and you’re not sure you want to know what that feeling is.

“Let’s run!”

The run to your house is painfully quick, the two of you encased in laughter along the way while Jaemin had a minor heart attack when you almost slipped across a walkway, and now the roof of your house acts as a shield from the rain, both you and Jaemin still doubling over the stairs as you try to recollect your breaths.

You’re mostly dry, Jaemin’s jacket acting as a wonderful rain coat most of the way, while Jaemin’s drenched from head to toe. You’re eyeing the way his clothes stick onto him like second skin, how his backpack is completely drenched and you’re surprised when your fingers twitch when you eye the way his bangs are sticking onto his forehead. “You want to come in?”

“No,” He teases, “I don’t do that until the 4th date.”

You’re gasping at his innuendos and Jaemin lets out a laugh when you smack his chest, the laugh turning into a shriek when he topples over the stairs and onto the busy street. Your hands are reaching forward and grabbing at Jaemin by the front of his shirt, pulling at it with all your might until he crashes onto you, both of your chests glued onto each other.

Both your hands are on his chest while his are on your waist. The air’s warm with a bit of chill in the air, the dripping rain drops and honking car horns act as background music to you and Jaemin’s scene, the later pulling you flush against him and you feel your shirt dampen from the water on his shirt. You’re holding in a breath, head lifting up to meet Jaemin’s gaze, the feeling from earlier coming back to you ten times as strong as before, as if constricting your lungs, making it hard for you to breath.

Jaemin’s eyes flick from yours onto your lips and you’re clutching at his shirt, finding it harder and harder to ground yourself when it feels as if you’re floating in mid air. Jaemin’s head dips down and you debate on closing your eyes, until the soft weight of his lips come on yours and every doubt disappears from your mind. Your eyes are closed and you stand on your tip toes to deepen the kiss.

His lips are slightly chapped, tastes like rain water with a mix of something sweet. His grip on your waist relaxes when the two of you separate for air, Jaemin slightly dipping back in to leave a peck on your lips.  His mouth leaves yours fully when he leans back to look at you, hands coming up to caress your cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Your own hands works to sweep back his hair, letting you to finally get a clear view of his eyes.

Minutes pass while the two of you stare at each other, the moment finally breaking when Jaemin lets out a laugh and smile. “If all I had to do is give you my jacket and run in the rain for you to kiss me, I would’ve done it weeks ago.”

“Is a kiss all you wanted, Na Jaemin?” you tease, “I would’ve given it to you if it meant you leaving me alone.”

He’s pulling you into him again, eyes searching into yours while his lips stretch out into a smile. His hands tug at your cheek while he dips down once more, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Not a chance. I want you, all of you.”

“Hello?” Jaemin leans down to your level when you don’t answer, breaking you out of your memory daze. “Am I asking too many questions?”

“It always takes me a while to put words together.” You pout at him. “It’s not you.”

He moves closer, his heart-stopping smile returning onto his lips. “Oh? Is it when we’re alone like this I make you speechless?”

“We’re dating, Nana.” You laugh. “You don’t make me speechless, not anymore. Especially after I found out what a dork you truly are.”

“But I can still make you blush.” His hands are suddenly on your hips, lifting you onto the railing and planting a kiss onto your kips, a spectacle anyone can see from all around the school. You let out a squeak when he bites onto your bottom lip, nibbling and dragging it with him as he breaks the kiss. You feel warmth spread all over your body, especially your cheeks, more so when he sends you his sweet-as-candy smile. “See? You’re too cute, peaches.”

The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, but now he’s the boy who got you a pink textbook just so you could match his hair, the boy who lends you his leather jacket when it’s cold, the boy who painted on blues, pinks, gold, reds and every color there is on your once white canvas.

You’re not sure when you started falling for Na Jaemin, all you knew was that falling for him wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into two arms and suddenly knowing you’re home.

“So does that mean you’re going to buy me a blue textbook?”

“Anything for my sweet peaches.”