#disclaimer: idfk what this is

[bandsanitizer]

I don’t like the idea of regrets or wanting to change things in the past when ultimately it leads you exactly where you are, y’know? but there are times where I think about 5sos and their start and their sound and I wonder how much different their art would be had they’d taken off within the pop-rock/pop-punk scene instead. if they didn’t spend the first half of their career needing to prove they weren’t a “boyband” while also not making a big deal about it either way.

because I think, they’d have been too pop for the genre of a lot of the bands they covered, but at the same time they were a touch too rock influenced and “real instruments” for the pop scene they were invited into. and I think that notion, to start off with the idea that there’s something to prove about who they are as artist… I think it set the tone that has always sort of stuck to the presentation of their music. hence all the self-titles. it’s like this search for self, but applied to the band. there’s the push and pull to the different parts of the industry their influences and leaning have caused and while it makes for interesting music and all the differences in the albums they’ve released, it does make me wonder how they would’ve grown differently as artist had they not been set on their pathway to fame by a louis tomlinson tweet, but more along the lines of them having toured with hot chelle rae.

this isn’t to say I have negative feelings about their whole story, etc. but there’s just the curiousity towards alternate timelines, of parallel universes, of existences that split because of one moment. and while I know there are obstacles and hardships whichever way, I do wonder if they would’ve escaped the very real conflict of trying to discover their sound, or if that same struggle would’ve been just as present, just appearing different.

and it makes me want, so badly, for them to be able to find their sound. as a fan, I do believe they have to an extent—bc there are 5sos songs I’ve heard that do not sound like a 5sos song. and 5sos5 really showcases a sense of the band’s identity that’s been a long time coming. but as each member is still growing and figuring out themselves, there’s also this sense that this isn’t just quite yet their sound? if that makes any sense. like that hint of wfttwtaf in some of the tracks? it’s the feeling that while the band is all four of them coming together, and maybe there’s no need for them to try to hone down a singular Sound together (and I mean they don’t have to LOL), there’s aspect that go “oh that’s a luke track” “that’s a michael track” etc etc not un similar to “oh they listened to all time low” or whatever present in their first two albums. that while naturally you will hear each of them in the music, I’m always excited for the blend of them all in the sonic. and maybe that’s subjective, but to me as great as 5sos5 is and all, there’s part of me that think it’s leading to the next album that just fucking… blows the rest of their discography away.

[ramicorn]

i am not fucking bothered to come up with a system name its just me and the other guy who doesnt want to communicate even a name

theres no questions and im only mentioning this when required

[ghostdnfie]

the urge to 'come out' as a dream stan on my phan tumblr account grows and grows every day and watch as the (likely) antis who follow/interact with me either unfollow or hardblock me never to be seen again

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

i’m cooking up a despicable, horrid, crushing (emotionally) friends with benefits haiden au. it might, however, end up crushing me first

[llatimeria]

because im getting a lot of "WHAT?" and "source plz" comments on this i did a quick google search and found some stuff

wrt trans healthcare specifically:

mayo clinic - ctrl+f "polycythemia" (the science word for too much blood)

UCSF - ctrl+f "hematocrit" (the % of red blood cells in your blood. high hematocrit = lots of red blood cells)

some studies on testosterone therapy in cis men:

Testosterone use causing erythrocytosis (note: "erythrocytosis" is another word for polycythemia i ... think...? and "phlebotomy" is the modern term for what is basically bloodletting. it literally means Blood Removal.)

The Effect of Route of Testosterone on Changes in Hematocrit: A Systematic Review and Bayesian Network Meta-Analysis of Randomized Trials

one thing about HRT i think is underdiscussed is the fact that if you're on testosterone, you can (sometimes) just produce Too Much Blood, and the way to fix having Too Much Blood is to Do Bloodletting. There are modern day people doing bloodletting as part of their transitions. why does no one talk about this

[totesnothere04]

The Silence Didn't End, Until It Did

Tonowari x Deaf!Avatar!Reader x Ronal

Disclaimer: I don't own any fanart, screenshots, or gifs.

Warnings: Uh Idfk imagine going from hearing absolutely nothing your entire life to hearing everything.

Masterlist

As soon as you're pulled out of your cryo-pod, you're greeted by a nurse signing to you.

"We're here." He signs and you sigh.

"Thank you." You sign back and he helps you out of your pod and you float over to your locker. You sadly set a hand on Tommy's locker since it was right next to yours, and you open your locker grabbing your things. Your eyes are caught by someone coming over and opening Tommy's locker and you have to do a double-take. He looked exactly like Tommy, but his legs had no muscle mass. This must be Jake. You sigh again, close your locker, and push off to get where you need to go.

Later after your shuttle landed you sit there watching what the interpreter is saying from the Colonel. You were bored, but you knew that this place wasn't a cakewalk. You were invaders so you knew the indigenous wouldn't be particularly accepting of humans.

But you were one of the lucky few who didn't have to be stationed at Hell's Gate. You were lucky enough to be stationed further away in the forest close to the ocean. You were a marine zoologist, and you couldn't pass up the opportunity to beable to come here and be out there.

The moment the interpreter signed to you that the safety briefing was over your bag was in your hand and you were out of the mess hall. Basically jogging over to the link room to meet THE Grace Augustine. A man greeted you when you entered the link room.

"Hello, I'm Max. I'll be helping you connect to your avatar tomorrow, and then you'll be sent to your station afterwards." Max signs to you and you smile excitedly.

"I'm so excited, I'm sure you understand just how excited I am." You sign to him and based off of the exhale of breathing and the movement of his shoulders he chuckled.

"I get it. I really do, but as beautiful as this planet can be it can be very dangerous. Just keep that in mind." Max signs and leads you over to a link pod. "Any minute now, Grace Augustine is going to be coming out of this pod. But I'll have you standing with us in the center of the room so that you don't crowd her when she first comes out." You nod along and move with him over to the center of the room and look at all of their monitors in awe. After a moment her link pod opens and she walks over to meet two men. Both of which you know will be joining the avatar program. Norm takes notice of you and waves.

"Hey (Y/n). I didn't see you in the mess hall." Norm signs and wave off his words.

"I sat in the back with my interpreter. I'm just ready to be at my station." You sign to him and he smiles and nods. Grace looks at you and smiles.

"You must be (Y/n). I'm excited to beable to read your reports. From your grades and your simulation hours, I can tell that you will be an amazing addition to the avatar program." Grace signs and you smile bashfully.

"I'm just ready to be at my workstation and learn everything I can about the marine life here." You sign to her and she smiles.

"Be here bright and early and be ready, because this is going to be an experience." Grace signs to you and you give her two excited thumbs up and grab your bag to go to your temporary bunk. As you pass the lab the blue glow catches your eye and you go inside. The first avatar is Tommy's, the next is Norm's avatar... Then yours. You smile wide and go over to yours and watch her twitch occasionally.

The teal blue of her skin contrasts with Norm and Tommy's avatars, and her hair is a different consistency. Longer, thicker, and softer looking and you already start thinking of the different ways you could style her hair so it doesn't get in your eyes. Her wide limbs were there to make gliding through the water much easier, and her thicker tail for better propulsion. You leave the lab feeling way too excited for tomorrow.

The next morning you were up early and dressed ready to go. You leave your temporary bunk to go grab breakfast and after you finish eating you're in the link room.

Max greets you and leads you over to a link pod. You calibrate it and take a deep breath as you sit down in it and lie down. Max puts everything in place and you reach up and pull down the lid. A moment later your eyes close and you wake up slowly, but something is off.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your brows furrow in confusion and suddenly they're above you shining a bright light in your eyes.

"Pupilary reflex is good." The woman says and your eyes blow wide. The man notices and snaps in your ears and you flinch at the noise.

"(Y/n) can you hear us?" The man asks and through your shock, you start reading their lips to associate words with the way they sound, you manage to nod.

"I can hear..." You sign to them and they both smile widely. Approximately 5 minutes later you're sat up on the bed when Norm's avatar stirs and your ears perk toward the noise of his shuffling. When he sits up he looks over at you and smiles.

"This is awesome." Norm signs and you nod.

"I can hear." You sign to him and his face drops in shock.

"Really?" Norm asks outloud and you nod.

"Now I just need to learn to speak." You sign to him and he waves a hand.

"You're smart. It's easy to talk, you'll get it in no time." Norm says and you giggle, but your eyes widened after you did.

"That's what my laugh sounds like?" You sign and Norm nods.

"Yeah. Tommy and I always thought it was cute." Norm says with a chuckle. Your conversation ended abruptly when To-Jake started to stir and you watched with curiosity. After only being linked to his avatar body for a few moments he starts to get up and your eyes go wide as you watch him detach all the IV's and monitoring equipment and run out of the airlock. Norm follows behind Jake, but you remain seated with a raised brow.

The two scientists close the airlock when they return from trying to keep up with Jake and they return to you.

"Alright (Y/n). Let's get you up and ready." The woman says and the man takes that as his cue to leave. She pushes a cart over to you and you gladly get dressed and ready to go and soon enough you're out of the airlock too. You're met by an older ocean avatar and he smiles at you.

"(Y/n), I'm so excited to get to know you." He signs happily.

"I'm excited too! But I wanted to let you know I can hear you... I can hear everything." You sign to him and his eyes go wide and he smiles.

"Even better. I'll teach you to speak Na'vi first." He says with a laugh. "Come on let's get you used to these legs." He says as he leads you off to an obstacle course.

The next day you step off the Samson with your mentor and you look around you in awe. The ocean a few miles away was a beautiful blue, the sand a pure light tan nearly white, and the grass around you was green. You smile brightly at the scene around you, but your admiring is cut short by a hand waving in your face.

"Sorry... Forgot you were in your human body and not your avatar." Your mentor signed and he had a sheepish look on his face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention... It so much more beautiful than I thought it would be." You sign to him and he smiles and nods.

"And to think.... At one point Earth looked like this." Your mentor signed as he looked out over the scenery sadly. "Anyway... Let's get you set up." He signs as he leads you into the mobile units. Three small portable buildings clustered together and when you walked in there was only one other scientist there. She jumped up quickly and waved excitedly.

"Hello! I'm Kira a marine biologist." Kira signs excitedly.

"Hello, Kira. I'm (Y/n) and I can't wait to get started." You sign to her and she nods.

"You'll love it here, trust me. I never want to leave." Kira signs and as quickly as she appeared to you she disappears into the buildings.

As you settled into your new surroundings and got used to the schedule for studying, Kira and your mentor, Steve, taught you to speak Na'vi. You picked up on it so fast that soon enough you were having full conversations with them fluently.

Currently, however, you are enjoying some free time. The sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and the animals in the nearby forest were relaxing. You took a deep breath and got up from your seated position on the sand. You waded into the water and dove in being careful of the possible dangers within.

Even under the water, you could hear everything. The chitter of the animals under the water, the flowing of the water, and the sound of rocks shifting with the tides. Everyday you became more enraptured with the world around you, and you started to dread when your 6 years were up. You couldn't stand the thought of leaving such a beautiful lively planet to return to one filled with so much ugly. The tall buildings you once thought were beautiful and strong, now seemed disgusting in your memories compared to what you were seeing everyday now.

In your deep state of thinking you didn't notice a Tsurak, or Skimwings, as humans call them, swimming toward you. You turned startled slightly when you felt something nudge your back. You came face-to-face with the Tsurak and you felt your blood run cold. When claimed by a rider they don't attack Na'vi unless prompted to, but this one didn't have a saddle. You freeze in place waiting for it to make its move, but it never moves to attack you. It only nuzzles the end of its nose into your stomach, so you bring your hands up to pet its muzzle. It starts pushing you back to shore and you have to suppress the giggles since it was tickling you. You finally stood up when you reached an area where you were still in the ocean up to your waist.

"(Y/n)!" Steve calls out as he comes out of the mobile unit. You turn to look at him and your new Tsurak friend floats up to the surface of the water.

"Yes, Steve?" You ask him in Na'vi and he freezes after taking a step when he sees the Tsurak.

"(Y/n)... very slowly walk out of the water." Steve says and you chuckle and shake your head.

"Steve this is my new friend." You tell Steve with a smile and pet the Tsurak's head.

"Okay..." Steve says slowly. "I got a status update from Max... They're attacking the Omatikaya Hometree today." Steve says sadly and your expression drops as well. You go to open your mouth to speak when something wet and slightly slippery smacks you in the face. Confused and slightly annoyed you look down to see that the Tsurak has its tswin sticking out of the water expectantly. Steve becomes amazed, moves a little closer, and crouches.

"Oh my god..." Steve says quietly as he watches the two infront of him. You slowly reach behind you and pull your tswin forward, and bring it to meet the Tsurak's. When the small pink nerve endings meet they bind together and suddenly everything feels different. You got the sudden urge to hang on for dear life and did so. Which proved to be a good idea since the Tsurak took off swimming quickly in what felt like a familiar direction to it. When your lungs start to burn in protest for air the Tsurak changes its direction to go for the surface. When it breaks the surface its wings spread and it flies above the water. You take a deep breath letting the scent of the ocean air flow into your lungs and you laugh happily as you watch the ocean fly by.

Hours later the Tsurak dives into the water for probably the 15th time when you get close to an island, but after a minute it pops back up above the water. When you get to the shallows he stops and you slide off of him and disconnect your tswins. He swims off quickly and you sigh, unsure of where you are or why he brought you here. You turn to go inland to try to find somewhere to safely stash your avatar, but quickly put your hands up in surrender. Behind you are several clan members with their weapons drawn and pointed at you. The tallest Na'vi man you had ever seen walks through the crowd shortly followed by a shorter female Na'vi.

"Why have you come to us, tawtute?" The female asks and you nervously gulp.

"I didn't mean to... The Tsurak approached me while I was swimming, offered to bond with me, and brought me here." You say honestly and she slowly walks around you. She picks up your arm and lets it fall to your side. Then she tugs on your tail and hums quietly. Then she picks up your tswin, twirls it in her hand once, then drops it. She returns to the man's side and the two have a silent conversation. Occasionally their eyes would wander back to you and they almost seemed... Intrigued?

"Come." The woman says and comes back over to you wrapping an arm around your back, guiding you.

"Everyone, return to your duties." The man says and follows behind the two of you. They lead you to a shelter and tell you what each thing inside is for.

"Why... are you treating me nicely?" You ask confused. "I'm human, my race hasn't exactly been good to yours."

"Just as not all Na'vi are bad, not all humans can be." The man says.

"There is a reason your Tsurak approached you. A gifted one that was given to us by the Great Mother." The woman says and you suddenly remember what Steve told you before you were whisked away, so to speak.

"Wait... I need to go help Max." You say hurriedly and the two seem confused. "Right before I bonded with my Tsurak, my mentor, Steve, told me that the RDA was about to attack the Omatikaya Hometree. I need to go help stop it."

"What?" The woman asks angrily.

"The people that brought me here to Pandora, they were about to attack the Omatikaya People's Hometree." You say hurriedly and she shakes her head.

"I sense that you are not a fighter. There is not much that you would beable to do to help." The woman says and you sigh sadly and your ears droop. You know what she's saying is true, you're not a fighter, you study things you learn about them. In no way had you ever been taught to fight or even shoot a gun.

"Here, you are safe and you do not have to fight." The man says and you shake your head.

"Maybe my avatar is, but my human body is still back in the mainland." You tell them, they look at eachother and sigh.

"We will start training you tomorrow." The man says and the woman agrees.

"Wait... what are your names?" You ask them.

"I am Tonowari, Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina." 'Tonowari' introduces himself.

"And I am Ronal, Tsahík." 'Ronal' introduces herself as well.

"I'm (Y/n)." You introduce yourself to them. Ronal and Tonowari share a small smile and they leave you alone in the hut they took you to.

A few days later you link with your avatar with a heavy heart. Knowing you will most likely be sent back to Earth with some of the other scientists and humans. When you link you got up and stretched then made your way to find Tonowari or Ronal or both. It really depended on who you would find first. When you spot them they are in deep conversation, speaking quietly to one another.

"Good morning Tonowari, good morning Ronal." You greet them and they immediately cease their conversation and look up to you.

"(Y/n), good morning. Come join us for breakfast." Tonowari says and you take a seat across from them and Ronal hands you a leaf with breakfast in it.

"We were just discussing if we wanted to have you train with Ronal today or if I would continue training you to hunt." Tonowari says and you sigh sadly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm most likely going to be sent back to Earth soon." You say sadly.

"Why?" Ronal asks her voice angry.

"The humans have waged war against the Omatikaya... The last I heard anything was earlier when one of the scientists at the main base told us that the military leader was preparing for an attack on the Tree of Souls." You tell them with a frown. Tonowari immediately stands and shakes his head.

"No... You are Metkayina. You stay on Eywa'eveng." Tonowari says and you shake your head.

"I won't have a choice." You tell him quietly, but he doesn't respond. He simply grabs his spear and walks out of his marui, a few of his best warriors falling to his side as he walks away. You look at Ronal in confusion and she just gives you a reassuring smile.

"Then it is decided... You will train with me today. I'm going to start with the easy part of healing, making bandages." Ronal says with a smile and after you both finish breakfast, she leads you to the healer's marui.

Hours later you're learning to make a salve to help calm down the effects of Stinging Coral when you feel your consciousness being pulled back to your human body. You have enough time to feel your body start to collapse, but you're back in your human body before you make contact with the ground.

You sigh sadly and get out of the linkpod. Nothing. That's all you could hear, it's all you could feel. Suddenly a hand is shoved in your face and waved to catch your attention. You look up with an angry expression, hating it when people get your attention that way.

"(Y/n), you and Kira are leaving." Steve signs and you feel your spirits fall once more. "Tonowari and a few of his warriors are here to take you with them." Steve sign quickly when he realizes you thought you were being sent back to Earth.

"Kira is going too?" You ask him and he nods.

"One of the warriors took a liking to her so she's going too." Steve explains and you nod. You feel a smile creep across your lips and you quickly go over, grab an oxygen mask, and take off running out of the airlock. Kira is already outside talking to Tonowari and the others when you get out there. Kira sees you and quickly turns and says something to Tonowari and his men. When you get close enough Tonowari turns to Kira and says something to her.

"Tonowari says that he couldn't stand the thought of you being forced to go back, when he feels that you belong with him and his people." Kira says and you smile wide and look at Tonowari.

"I will admit I have not been with them for long but I feel like Awa'atlu is where I belong." You tell Kira and she turns and talks to Tonowari. He offers you his hand and leads you to the water where their Tsuraks are all waiting. And soon enough you're riding off in the direction of Awa'atlu... Your home.

15 Years Later

The horns blared signaling visitors to Awa'atlu and Ronal looked at you worriedly. Ever since it was confirmed you were pregnant both she and Tonowari had been overprotective.

"You should stay here." Ronal says as she gets up but you roll your eyes and standup as well.

"It will be alright Ronal. I can protect myself and both you and Tonowari will be there." You say and move to leave the healers marui.

"Yawne, this is your first child with us. I want you to be safe." Ronal argues softly.

"As I said I will be safe. You and Tonowari will be here." You say in return again and nearly bounce your way down the walkways, Ronal begrudgingly following behind you.

When you get to where your clan is gathered around 5 ikrans. Your ears perk forward as the crowd splits for you and Ronal. Your head cocks to the side as you recognize Jake.

"Jake Sully." You say in surprise and you approach him, Ronal quietly protesting.

"(Y/n)?" Jake asks in surprise. "What- How-" Jake stammers and you shrug.

"We both chose our people." You say casually and you feel a large muscular arm wrap around your shoulders. You turn to find Tonowari and a smile comes across your features at seeing your other mate.

"Jake Sully. I take it you already know of my second mate?" Tonowari questions and Jake's jaw nearly falls off him.

"I met her once a long time ago, but I didn't know she was your second mate." Jake admits.

"I was there the first time he connected to his avatar." You tell Tonowari and snicker at Jake's embarrassed expression.

"Why have you come to us?" Ronal finally asks, obviously done with dancing around the subject.

"We've come seeking uturu." Jake says and you feel Tonowari's muscles in his back tighten.

"Uturu?" Ronal says astonished by the request.

[antidesire]

older bf!leon (re6/id/death island) x rookie afab!reader. just a quick piece to tie you all over it’s for me i want death island leon so fucking bad. i wrote this fast so it’s also not great idfk

disclaimer.. age gap, reader wears skirts, restraint, cockwarming?, bratty reader, spit, p in v, leon is far too tolerant of you and your antics

leon s kennedy was the meanest boyfriend boss on earth..

that's what you concluded whilst in your little predicament, skirt pooled around his lap, if anyone were to walk in they wouldn't even notice your cunt stuffed full of his cock, oh that’s if it wasn’t for your desperate pleas and hopeless rutting against his lap.

you weren't even allowed to relieve the growing tension in your shoulders with the way leon's hands engulfed both of your wrists behind your back, so frustrating, suffocating, all you could do was give him the coldest look and voice your frustrations.

"let me move, asshole." you writhed against his hands, no budge.

"i don't trust you." he flat out told you, unamused expression, head titled to the side ever so softly, you could see him so close right now, his long eyelashes, and light stubble decorating his lower face.

your bottom lip jutted out into a little pout, putting the cutest expression you could muster up, he was always a sucker for that, "i'm being good." your eyelashes batted, leaning in to place a sweet little peck on the tip of his nose.

"no, you're a fucking brat, you like pretending you're good." he sighed, leaning his head back, squeezing his hand around your wrists to remind you of the position you were in, "i came here to work, not to fuck around like th- nghnn." he gritted his teeth, feeling you purposefully squeeze your cunt around his length.

"why'd cha' let me come along then?" your legs swayed a little on either side of him, still perched pretty on his lap.

he let out a noise, you couldn't tell if it was a chuckle or a scoff, "you know why." he muttered quietly like it would start a whole nother' conversation, and you did know why, you'd be on his ass all day and night complaining why you couldn't come along with him when you hardly saw him at all last week, which you still argued was unacceptable.

“mmm.. because you can’t resist me?” you hummed before continuing, “because you want me soo bad.” you wriggled your hips on top of him, something that sounded like a frustrated groan tearing from his throat.

he scoffed, in disbelief at your words, how tone deaf you were being, “oh sweetheart, i wholeheartedly believe that’s all you.”

you gasped, feigning shock at his ‘revelation’, “no way!” you pushed your face against his, dark trimmed hair tickling your cheek, “maybe you’re right..” you frowned, leaning in further to press faint kisses to his parted lips where the taste of aged whiskey still lingered.

“haven’t even got 5 minutes of research done and you sat yourself on my cock, who taught you to be such an incessant disobedient little slut, hmm?” he jerked you back a little with his grip still at your wrists, “i barely recognise the rookie that would come crawling to me, snivelling and weeping their eyes out every day when they messed up, begging me not to make em’ do 10 more sets.” he chuckled, clearly fondly remembering the memory whereas it had you gritting your teeth.

“god, you’re fucking insufferable now, look at you.” his eyes grazed over your body, only halting when he felt a splat of your saliva land on his face, “did you just fucking spit on me?” as irked as his tone grew, he still managed to muster out a laugh, and you had to admit, he was good, kept his cool, leon kennedy as level headed as ever.

you pushed it even further, laughing in his face and revelling in the thrill of what you just did, “go on, tell everyone what your rookie did.. how disrespectful i am, but tell em’ the whole story so they can know what what a dirty old man you are, mmm that’s what they’d call you, a fucking pervert.” you taunted.

a pained yelp flung from your lips when his fingers gripped tighter on your wrists, the sensation was uncomfortable and it was stinging now, but you still found it more frustrating how he was stuffed inside of you and you couldn’t move properly.

“you’re so pretty but you play so ugly, that hurts my heart baby.” he feigns a pout, to mock your pain almost, “this what you want?” his hips jerked upwards and you squeaked from the pressure of his cock so deep within you, “won’t shut up till you get your way? stubborn but i guess you learn from the best, don’t you sweetheart?” he sighed out.

“you’re really just all bark, no bite, aren’t you?” he continued to question, but you could only muster out small whimpers and mewls, especially when his arm grasped around your waist to raise your hips so he could stable his boots on the ground, and fuck up into you, pace much more consistent though he never let up on how deep he was inside of you.

“see, all it takes is a little bit and you go all dumb on me, i mean.. that’s really no way to stay on alert.” he scoffed out and if you weren’t so overjoyed with the motions of his hips you would’ve replied with something just as snarky but fuck, you had been wiggling on his lap previously for a good half an hour so this was pure bliss.

“s-shut hghhnn—“ your head fell back, all intentions to insult the man beneath you failing when his tongue darted out to lick at the tender skin on your neck, teeth grazing along the goosebumps forming.

“what was that?” he reiterated, clearly amused at the state he had you in.

with one of your hands free you lean it back against his knee, giving you some leverage to bounce yourself on his cock, as though your brain only had one motor in the moment and it was to chase that delicious high bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

you looked like a mess but leon loved you most like this, so be it if he was a pervert. “that’s it..” he cooed, helping meet your desperate pace, the way you pushed down on him, barely able to move without a shudder or strained moan.

“poor baby, i got you.” he hummed, clearly taking pity on you, despite your previous disobedience, he sure had a soft spot for his rookie.

with both of his arms snug around your waist now, he found it much easy to manoeuvre and manhandle you as he pleased, hips erratically jackhammering up into you, “f-fucahh..” he grunted, “hear that? how sloppy we sound?” and he was right, the sound of how wet your cunt should’ve made you embarrassed but you were far too busy clawing at his shoulders and moaning prettily in his ear to even begin to care.

you didn’t even have time to make any coherent sounds to let leon know you were cumming, simply holding on to him for dear life and limply laying against him so he could use you as he wished, that tight coil in your tummy snapping and pure bolts of ecstasy pulsating throughout your body, breathlessly chanting out mantras of his name as he helped you ride out your high.

“oh fuck..” you exhaled, sheepishly giggling when your vision focuses back on leon, “hey handsome, wanna do that again?” and maybe he was right too, you were incessant.

[lundenloves]

You’re proficient in angst and I love angst, so maybe:

Ghost and his wife working through a miscarriage after or before their first child is born?

ALWAYS READ THE WARNINGS!

you anon, you are a brave one. *finger wag* knowing fine fucking well i’d pick this one out above others, and no, it wasn’t the compliment that did it. i’m sorry for the therapy bills. what’s that? i said i’d pay? i said that? me? never.

disclaimer before i get my head bitten off: this is a reader insert, though without the use of ‘you’ and rather mentioned as his wife. i didn’t want to put people directly into it. a third narrative? is that wrong? idfk.

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Simon knew. He knew before the five words had been spoken, before the doctor had taken a breath and before she had made eye contact with his wife who hadn’t quite caught on. He didn’t mean to distance himself, but that he did, pushing even further back from the bed and scratching at the back of his neck. Head hung low and his nose scrunching briefly when she had reached for his arm. An arm he pulled away. Right as the words were delivered like a punch to the gut.

“I can’t find a pulse.” 

He looked to the floor, completely denying his wife of her reaction and his leg had begun bouncing erratically. Untouched by her warmth when she had gripped his knee, silently begging for his eyes that remained on the door. “What.” She shook her head, blinking once, hard, as if she had heard incorrectly. 

But she hadn’t.

Simon teethed at the skin around his nails, dropping an elbow to his knee and rubbing his neck. The doctor quietly spoke her apologies and thousands of thoughts rushed his mind at once, guilty relief yet also swirling darkness. “There’s nothing you can do?” She cleared her throat, keen in maintaining composure that Simon knew was a front. Her hand began to fidget with the seams of his jeans, the threads picked out over years from his own anxieties.

The doctor repeated her apologies, handing over a few documents on next steps. Coloured cards at best, she spoke through the overwhelming information with a quietness to her voice, an accompanied hand placed on her patients’ shoulder. One with the intent of comfort though it felt bitter and Simon stood from the chair, picking up her bag and watching as she gathered her jacket after handing him the car keys. 

He held every door open for her, walking a few strides behind as she sped walk to the car that was on the far end of the car park. She would’ve ran if she could, knees weak upon reaching the drive that felt like another obstacle. Ten minutes of silence. 

“Is that it?” She had mumbled once the door was shut behind her, bottom lip sucked inward and hands dropping to her thighs. “You’re just—“ She paused, her gaze absent in forward staring. “You’re not going to say anything?” Her voice was toneless.

Simon adjusted the rearview mirror purely to occupy himself. His elbow rests on the window edge, fingers rubbing at his upper lip. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” It came off as a mumble.

She nodded vacantly, crossing her arms over her chest in a self pacifying hug. The news had struck her energy, killing off any ounce she had left to decipher Simon’s feelings, any words from here would surely manifest into an argument of sorts. 

And her tears were slow, a singular one turned to two, to three and four — each one falling longer than the other and Simon’s eyes fixed onto the dash. His answer was avoidance, turning the car on and fidgeting with radio dials to simultaneously ignore her tears and distract himself. 

Otherwise, the silence was loud. 

Her nostrils flared, sleeves gently rubbing at her cheeks and pressing her head back against the seat. Shoes discarded and knees pulled up to her chest, body facing away from her husband and toward the window where rain had begun its predictable downpour. The whine that left her mouth wasn’t anything other than devastating, one that ironically cried for help upon holding heavier tears back, though it was ineffective.

Her chest dipped in and out of exasperated breaths, short and quick in their successions with fingers balled into a fist that hit at her knees for any alleviation. “She’s gone, she’s fuck—“

Simon then felt the weight on his chest. The weight of his lacking. He bit down on his bottom lip and put the car into gear, his hand sinking from his hair and across his cheek, down the back of his neck as he pulled out of the car park. 

The rest of the car ride was silent. The only noises filling the space being her occasional deep breaths and whines, the indicator and Simon’s nervous habit of clearing his throat. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his spine was hiked downward and his shoulders collapsed in on themselves. “Are we just not going to talk about it?” 

Her words landed right as he had shut the door behind him, back pressed against it to hear the click of the lock. She dropped her arms to her sides, taking a step backward and into the main space of their shared flat. “Because I can’t deal with your silence. Not now.” 

He nodded slowly, his back remaining against the door as if he couldn’t move. His fight or flight triggered by her forcing of the topic, “I don’t know what to say.” It was honest. The crack in his voice said that much, his eyes fixed to hers as if to scope her as a threat or not. 

And christ, she looked anything but a threat. Her blotchy face and tear stained cheeks made her look so much smaller than she was, reduced to a mourning mess that Simon wasn’t equipped to put back together. “Anything.” She shook her head, voice stripped to a whisper for him to tilt his head at, inner brows risen in defeat as words point blank refused to leave him. 

“I can’t.” He stuttered on his emotion, holding his fist in the opposite hand before dropping it. 

Being unable to cry was so much more upsetting than the act of crying itself, a point that Simon existed to prove. His silence around sensitive matters, the way he stared with dead eyes and his minimal expressions that seemed to be so much more devastating than those who could properly communicate their feelings. 

“Anything Simon.” 

Words were still stuck in his throat and only allowed for a mere shrug with an extended palm to take her to his chest. “C’mere.” Was all he could say, one hand on her back with the other pushing hair from her face as she slowly but surely collapsed to a blubbering mess in his arms. “I’m sorry.” 

no, i’m sorry.

the anon did, it not me. it’s unedited but i’m too scunnered to look over this again so take it with a grain of salt. please let this flop. my followers are unwell enough.

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i’m going to my mind palace.

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler x reader where reader has a job being a singer in an oldies style restaurant? Where they sing and play guitar on the stage while the customers eat?

And they make mashups of more modern songs (mainly rock and pop) in their spare time? Like a music prodigy of sorts

Or Generally cover-artist reader x Trevor Spengler?

this is me in every desired reality/self insert fixation I have LMAOOO I got you ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy !! ; post writing robin here, sorry this is so short I had no idea what I was doing

TREVOR SPENGLER ; cover artist

summary ; Trevor develops a crush on the kid who covers songs in the local diner

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; gotta admit I was listening to bailey zimmerman so I apologize if this is has a very country-angst vibe. I see the color orange and go back to Leave The Light On idfk I apologize. i had to restrict myself. I'm not too caught up in popular modern music so bare with me 🙏 ; okay post me here, only the first part is but this whole thing kinda sucks so I'm sorry

word count ; 808

masterlist

You sit at your wooden barstool, strumming the strings of your guitar as you try and retune it.

Working in an oldies style restaurant wasn't the most fun nor best paying job, but you needed the money, and you needed something to do with your talent and time. You had enough hardships to overcome in life and enough passion to sing up on a stage how you did, even for patrons at a cheap restaurant. You found fun and therapy in your music, so it didn't make it that bad to sit on that barstool all evening after school.

You strum the strings again, finding the right sound for your instrument as you clear your throat. You typically ignore when people watch or look at you, imagining you were the only one in the room. This time though, as you begin plucking at the strings, you can feel someone looking at you.

You could always feel that feeling, but this time around, it was different.

You ignore it, continuing on with your six hour long show, trying to please the audience that wasn't even paying attention to you. The place was shaped like a bar, with you stuck in the corner on a little stage, just doing your thing. Tonight was more of a calm, well-deserved night for something relaxing. There were only a few booths taken up. There was no need to put up a big show for the two dozen people in the building.

Across the room, a curly haired boy was staring you down, receiving a glare from his little sister. She was no good at social cues or social interaction, but she knew damn well that her brother was being weird. He snaps out of it, shyly looking away from you.

"...bittersweet October, and I'm headed for the Northern pines. Well, this autumn fall feels empty, black and white leaves touch the ground. You're the only color I've got left, and it's slowly fading out"

The boy looks back up at you again, his fingers tapping off the wooden table to the rythym. He can't help but watch your every move, every strum beneath your fingers, every movement your lips and the front of your throat made to create the beautiful sound of the lyrics with your voice. He was encapsulated.

He rests his chin on his hand, perched on the table at an angle. A soft smile rests on his face, eyes heavy like he was ready to fall asleep.

"Trevor, stop staring at them!"

A few weeks later, the same boy sat down at the same booth as before, this time not occumpanied by his family. He ordered some food so as not to look like a creep, but he was more focused on listening to you than enjoying said food.

He'd been here since to see you, always sitting in the same booth. Maybe he saw it as a free concert.

You didn't mind. Maybe he was trying to recognize your face from somewhere, or was developing a hallway, or diner, crush on you, who knew.

As you pause to catch your breath after playing Back To December by Taylor Swift, you see the boy stand up. He's making his way toward you.

At least you had time to chat, as it wasn't rush hour, merely 2pm on a random Saturday.

He awkwardly stands in front of you as you gulp down the liquid in your water bottle and set it back down on the floor. You turn to him with a welcoming smile, assuming he was here to ask a question or give a compliment.

"Uh, hi." He begins, a nervous smile painting his face. "I just, I've been seeing you play here for a while, and like, I think you're super cool"

You smile, resting your arms over your guitar. "Thank you, I appreciate that"

"Uhm," He runs a hand through his curls, clearly nervous yet trying to hide it somehow. "Could I maybe give you my number? If you wanted to hang out sometime? I can play guitar as well"

You lightly chuckle, "Yeah, sure. You got something to write on?" You ask him, seeing him looking around for a pen and paper.

He quickly scrambles towards one of the waitresses, kindly asking if he can use one of the bill papers and pen really quickly. He returns to you, handing you the folded up paper.

"Thank you." You both speak in unison. Both of your faces flush in embarrassment and the flustering of the situation.

"Uhm, I'll see you around?" You speak, strumming the strings of your guitar to make sure it was still tuned out of habit.

He nods, "Yeah, I'll see you around. Oh, my name's Trevor, by the way"

"Y/n" You reply, waving as he walks away, silently cheering himself on.

"Bye, Y/n!"

[cielles-random-vault]

a lonely night (miguel ohara x gn!reader)

‼️ consider this as the second part of the series‼️

disclaimer: it's still an ongoing series and i'll organize it when i will have written more episodes though i don't like the idea of a timeline bc it's like one shots and 🧍🏻‍♀️ idfk bro i js specified for clarity

this is the very first part of my lonely series! idk if i will make this series a miguel x reader only but :> even made my own tag 🦦

part two/one here !

also you don't need to read all the stories to like understand the plot they're js one shots and a good way to cope w my crippling loneliness (this is actually a call for help /srs

Warning: implied suicide (not really because it’s a cliffhanger but it may be triggering to some people idk so I’m still putting a warning.)

Also I’m not really sure abt the “don’t put words in my mouth” bc I’m not a native speaker but in case it isn’t clear I meant that reader basically said “don’t make me say what I didn’t say”

Also 2 there is no mention of gender bc I’m trying my best to like write for my fellow enby pals but jk reader will be fem bodied.

Also 3 I’m asking this once again but please reblog this if you liked it it helps small writers a lot please and fank yew

Also 4 BIG THANKS TO DEEPL WRITE FOR PROOFREADING THIS WHEN I WAS LAZY TO IT MYSELF some AIs need their ass ate fr

(ignore the random ass banner lmao)

You were chilling on a rooftop before you felt a familiar presence.

-What are you doing up this late, carino? Asked the voice.

You didn’t know why neither how, but somehow you instantly knew it was him.

The one who was known to save every universe despite everything.

He sure was a good leader, sometimes he was mean, but it was all for the sake of the many universes he had to protect.

He was a good leader for sure, but a good lover? There’s no way you could count on that.

You loved him very much and you know how painful it was for him to show any kind of affection, but tonight you had too much of holding everything inside.

He put his hands on your waist, sneaking a kiss on your lips before sitting next to you, both your legs dangling in the shining lights of the city.

The weather was cold for a beginning of summer, but it was nothing compared to the cold residing in your heart.

Your relationship was bound to come to an end, and you were here for this end to come.

-Is something wrong my love? Miguel hastened to ask when he noticed your expression was off.

-Do you truly love me? You asked, ignoring his question.

He stiffened at the hearing of your question.

-Of course, why wouldn’t I? he asked worried.

-Listen. I’m going to be straightforward with you. I’m pregnant. And I want the baby to have both parents when they grow up. And I think, with both of us being heroes, this won’t work. Don’t put words in my mouth, I do love you with all my heart and you know it. But I can’t do it anymore. (tears start falling on your cheeks but you continue anyway:)  I am grateful for all the things we lived but I think our relationship is meant to end anyway. I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You stood at the edge of the building and disappeared in a snap.

-Goodbye, Miguel.

~~~~

You woke up in a hurry, instinctively looking for your husband.

-Is everything ok, my love? Miguel was quick to ask. (he put a hand on your forehead) did you catch a cold or something? You seem to have a fever.

-I’m okay don’t worry! You say with a frank smile. I just had a nightmare but nothing to worry about I promise.

-Mm. If you say so, he said with a tint of doubt in his voice. I’ll stay in bed with you just in case something happens, ok?

Without waiting for your response, he forcefully got into your bed, which made you move.

You inevitably fell into your husband’s arms as he put his arm on your shoulder with your head on his chest, feeling his soft breathing and hearing his heartbeat.

Despite everything, the work he had, the countless nights you spent waiting for him to return home, even wondering if he ever would, the arguments, you were in love with him. And it even if it was hard, he and him only was the one you decided to love.

And that was beautiful.

[chestersbraincell]

Some really quick notes of an AU idea that popped into my head

DISCLAIMER DEAR GOD DISCLAIMER PLEASE LISTEN. I am in no way trying to diminish the serious themes that Mouthwashing covers, I am simply taking vague plot points and working off of that for an interesting “what if” scenario. I am in no way saying that ow character=mouthwashing character in any way other than some tangential surface level similarities

That being said!! The ship has to crash somehow, right? And since I feel in no way capable of tackling the same themes as Mouthwashing nor do I want to put ow chars in a very serious story about SA, I’ll just take the very base repeated theme of “I’ll fix this” and make Iggy the one who crashes the ship. How did he become captain? Idk!!! Computer programming experience or something!!!! He crashes the ship in an (entirely illogical mind you, in this AU Iggy isn’t doing too well mentally as I am stretching the “I just want to make my friends this happy forever” character motivation to it’s extremes-In this AU, Iggy is secretly obsessed with bringing back what once was, ie the cast being close friends. ) attempt to bring the cast together and to make them get along under a pressured situation; this, of course, backfires spectacularly

That being said, that is mostly the extent to which my ideas have currently thought about this. That and the dilemma whether to draw a parallel between Swansea and Bucks(Axe) or Swansea and Genzou(vibes+only plus size character in a cast of 5), or both, or not at all. I’ll probably build on this, or maybe I won’t. Maybe if I like, feel especially inspired I might try my hand at writing a small fic of this on AO3 if the very idea doesn’t get me publically executed/exhaggeration

don’t count on it though

Actually is there like ANYONE in the ow fandom who would be interested in this(I would ask the Mouthwashing fandom but like, to be quite honest, aside from the main plot of being stranded on a space ship and the very few character parallels that may crop up, there isn’t going to be all that much Mouthwashing in this)

Additional notes:

Character personalities somewhat flip: Genzou closes off due to his insecurities/oh shit fuck I’m gonna die I can’t afford to be a dick in my last days I might aswell not interact with anyone at all->Orlam gets a bit of peace from Genzou and the enchroaching doom of the situation actually makes him kinder then he would usually be(though I’m also thinking of a possible parallel to arc 3 somewhere along the line maybe)->it’s actually Gidget who looses their temper most, actually being around the same people all the time causes their little miss perfect facade to crumble under the pressure

Idfk what to do with Bucks yet, but I think I wanna like, make her reason for going on the ship in the first place an allegory to her running away from unwanted motherhood like pre-wonderland drinking was like for her. This would then have to take place slightly later than wonderland would take place, as Saydie would have to be independent from her enough to be left alone for that half a year. I’m thinking like atleast 1 year old Saydie, then. Idk might move it even further and make it like toddler Saydie if plot needs her idk

[takol0ve]

Disclaimer!

Think this is going to be my account that has some problematic content, I don’t want any content I make in my more light hearted posts on @flipmortis. The most would be soft core gore, porn, and some mild problematic shipping?? Mainly just Coralaw au stuff, I personally don’t view it as problematic unless Law is shown to be a child and is shotacon (or de-aged regardless, idfk why people do this, he’s not canonically a kid just be mildly weird and draw them kissing as adults ig please???) this may be a conversation on its own but know I don’t support loli or shota. It will mostly be au stuff with them, I just don’t want people thinking I’m fetishizing anything, they’re my fav characters, I just want to have fun.

Please don’t associate with me if you’re radqueer or advocate for no-contact, you’re still advocating for that same behavior despite having a bias like please shut up. I do check my notes, I won’t interact with minors, nor do I want them interacting with me, thank you. No comshit, no darkshit or what dookie comes from a butt.

This will also be vent account, ignore or read them, do what you do. It’s gonna be slop probably.

Edit: https://poopshitters.straw.page

[roachyboi]

Not even a day into the fixation and I have a headcanon about how the whole universe works.

Charlie’s just made of smile and accidentally gooped into another universe once and has been jumping around since. But a side effect of this is that he forgets literally everything the second he’s in a new universe.

The only way he gets reminded is by Schlatt and his dumb little apple stand. BUT, PLOT TWIST! Schlatt and Charlie are actually good friends and Schlatt ( who is a god/devil idfk ) comes to visit Charlie often and usually is the one to get Charlie out of dangerous situations by reminding him of everything. For example when Charlie woke up as a game show host for a maze that just repeated itself infinitely, Schaltt appeared after the twentieth repeat and got Charlie out of there. Charlie is an unlucky bastard.

There’s a “reality” universe where Charlie and Schlatt go the most and it’s just what the ccs do in real life, gaming videos, vlogs, etc. A “Minecraft” universe where Charlie and his friends (grizzly, Condification, Bizly) are deities and just go around making challenges for themselves to try and beat or just to have fun.

Now we’re getting into potential fanfic territory here.

The most recent universe Charlie went to is QSMP but the one before that is the DSMP where Schlatt was too late to stop Charlie from going into Purpled’s trap. He arrived just in time to stop Charlie from dying all together but it took a little time to heal before he could remind Charlie of everything.

After that Charlie was low-key pissed at Schlatt, who told Charlie that he’ll owe him a favour that Charlie could cash in at any point for anything.

Fast forward to the QSMP (disclaimer that I’ve only seen a few Slimecicle streams of the QSMP so I don’t know everything) and Charlie runs into Schaltt’s apple stand while out and remembers everything. Schaltt tells Charlie that he’s actually here to get Charlie out and to somewhere else because the universe was actually pretty dangerous. The federation was “doing some fucked up shit man so I’m saving your ass before anything bad happens to you” but Charlie refuses to just leave like that.

So then Charlie cashes in that favour for Schaltt to help him get rid of the federation. And while Schlatt could just obliterate them all (with some difficulty as the federation is pretty strong) they want to do it the “show-off” way.

It’s just a reason for Charlie to do some badass shit really lmao. I love shapeshifter slime Charlie, it’s so cool and has so many possibilities.

[hattyhimself]

guys ….

i do have a hatty playlist i have to confess 💔💔

it’s based on my evil narcissist hatty and it’s pretty old so this isn’t rlly my music taste anymore but like it’s fineeeee guyssss the songs still fit

(disclaimer that some of these songs are jokes, idfk have fun guessing which ones)

[wisteria-tarot]

what do the cards have to say about narcisissism and why people act the way they around others is just insecurity or peoples dire need to be validated or be given extra attention from others? is it largely due to people having wider range of audience now with social media or does narcissism stem from people from the get go? or is it peoples simply being self focused / absorbed?

u would think if someone doesnt like somebody theyd ignore them but in my case thats not been my experiences so what is the cause for people to really fixate on what others are or arent doing? im also seeing this occur a lot in idol group fan bases or just fan bases as whole who keep trying to outdo other fan bases and it seems rather conceited like i dont get it anymore maybe cause my age but yh these type of people always seem to expect others to be in as deep as they are about their obsession or idfk whatever it be. yh theres things i like but i dont believe in it all the time? im not going to believe things like shipping is real lmao i did that with one direction now im just over this fandom type stuff. it does nothing but breed toxicity online and in their cult like fandom. even football clubs u cant just have a normal discussion anymore about something without being labelled a hater or anti and im wondering why this has been this way for so long?

sorry for my ramble it do seem like u have to either be 1000% deluded 24/7 about someone u dont even know who doesnt know u exist or ur against them and when ur a kid u might be like why they so bothered about who isnt a fan versus who is? just like something the way u want and u good to go, they also seem to hold it against ppl too it actually generally put u off the thing they are obsessing about as a whole too bc u cant just normally like something at a casual or healthy level either.

Disclaimer: This reading is only for entertainment. Take it with a grain of salt. These are my personal interpretations of the cards with a sprinkle of intuition. Tarot is not set in stone it is not the end all be all of someones life.

Where do most peoples narcissism stem from?

the fool (rx), knight of cups, 3 of pentacles, 3 of cups (rx):

They may have experienced a lack of grounding in their early life, possibly stemming from neglect, instability, or unfulfilled emotional needs. This lack of security can lead to the need for external validation and the development of an inflated sense of self to cover up feelings of inadequacy or fear of being vulnerable. There could be a desire for admiration and a sense of emptiness when that admiration is not given. The person seeks validation through their work or by gaining admiration from peers or colleagues, which can sometimes lead to an overemphasis on external praise rather than internal validation. Instead of feeling supported and connected to others in a meaningful way, the person might feel isolated, which can drive them to seek excessive validation, often through grandiosity or self-promotion.

Why does it seem like it is on the rise?

ace of pentacles, 10 of cups (rx), knight of swords (rx), the fool:

There may be an increased focus on material gains, status, and tangible success. Emotional dissatisfaction or a lack of genuine connection is driving individuals to focus more on themselves. People might be more focused on achieving status or recognition at any cost, leading to behaviors that prioritize self-interest and disregard for others. As people become more focused on their self-expression and are encouraged to "be themselves" at any cost, the idea of risking vulnerability and being unapologetically self-centered can grow.

[aipurjopa]

‼️disclaimer: guy who doesn’t know what she’s talking about because she is new to this place‼️

can someone explain to me what exactly qualifies someone as a world ender on lifesteal and then like who the world enders are…..

from what i’m understanding it’s someone who ends the server for the sake of, like, not letting that cycle stretch for too long and also does it for the sake of perpetuating the lifesteal cycles? like what clown told spoke in s3 right? also heard that they usually don’t care about what happens to them in that season anymore? like not fearing death? dying and getting banned and not giving two shits? idk if this part is true

cause obviously there’s spoke but does clown qualify? or zam/mapicc from wormhole? or like wemmbu or parrot or whatever?

hi i am new here hi hi hi hi hi the whole “lifesteal works in cycles” thing is so interesting to me (guy who probably knows next to nothing abt it) idk i fuck with time loop and Sisyphean tasks lots. so lets just say my curiosity has been piqued.

idk there feels like there’s this theme of people not “understanding how lifesteal works” vs the people who do? at least post-wormhole and it felt like this whole cycles thing is something to do with it. idk what i’m talking about….

but like that one line from s5 pmc betrayal where clown says that minute was still too new to understand and then in s6 peace trials where he says that he doesn’t believe peace can exist on lifesteal has a grip on me. how there seems to always be this group trying to get peace every season. and then it never works. something fighting for peace on a server that has its foundation in a plug-in that’s inherently promotes violence?

lifesteal’s core doesn’t seem like it’s “violence” or “pvp” though. like, sure, the plug-in promotes pvp but it doesn’t seem like that’s what the server is built on (seems more like it’s the relationships the people have between each other. like you need to have allies and villains to make an interesting story to make interesting content so the plug-in is just the rules of the world and the actual violence comes from these relationships or something idfk).

but anyways yes world enders and cycles and understanding lifesteal and also if you have any MUST WATCH vods throw them my way. please. is there a required reading list or something.

i’m still playing catch up on everyone’s povs from previous seasons… wow is this how ppl who joined dsmp late fel— *gunshots*

im talking out my ass this is from my very very limited understanding of everything from s1-s4 (cause i’ve only seen like.. spoke parrot planet clown and zam videos from then… and a couple zam vods of BIG events). bit more confident in my s5 understanding but also not really cause i don’t know if i know what happened in the finale besides like squiddo’s pov. so yeah. enlighten me pls.