#dumbest shit i ever wrote. you will read my posts

[pepsi-maxwell]

broke: punk fought max caster twice after the mjf feud in some kind of pissing contest against mjf

woke: punk did the entire mjf feud just to get caster's attention

[beelzeballing]

actually i dont think ive posted my thoughts on ofmd s2 overall here yet have i?

ok here goes: i think it had incredibly high highs, and at some parts i genuinely enjoyed it more than i did the first season, episode 6 being peak imo. however, it had equally abysmal lows with some glaring writing-, tone- and pacing issues that all came to a head in the finale.

i once read someone say that, if you ever feel like a finale ruined the whole story, maybe you should take another look at the story. there were most likely cracks and problems all along, and the finale did nothing besides dashing the hope that these would perhaps be addressed later. very rarely do genuinely well written stories go completely off the rails in the finale and ruin the whole thing.

i think this is applicable here in some ways, SPECIFICALLY in regards to edward. good god edward was a MESS this season, and it's so sad because i loved the starting point! the kraken era was absolutely terrifying and iconic as FUCK but... they shouldn't have leaned so hard into the drama and trauma of it all. don't get me wrong, i loved that it did. it's one of my favorite parts of the season and i'm so glad we got it. but if they wanted this arc to work with the overarching plot as they wrote it, they would've had to lighten up the tone here CONSIDERABLY. had they played the kraken era for comedy then sure! edward's bad youtuber apology would've been funny. his fast redemption would've been less jarring. the lack of consequences less disturbing. but as it stands in the show, this arc is too dark to function with the later episodes.

i feel like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too here. they wanted the gritty drama of ed coming off the hinges entirely but also didn't want to deal with the aftermath of such a heavy arc in their silly pirate romcom. be that due to time constraints and budget cuts or because they were simply unwilling to, doesn't really matter in the end. the result is the same either way: a very tonally messy season with some accidentally troubling implications regarding abuse.

and mentioning troubling implications regarding abuse; izzy. my poor, poor izzy... his arc was absolutely glorious. i liked izzy the second he showed up in s1 and i was absolutely EATING this season up in that regard. and i think in this case, they genuinely did fuck it all up in the finale with that one stupid choice:

choosing to kill izzy was the DUMBEST thing they couldve done here.

ive talked about this over and over and over again. ive reblogged so many meta posts. and still i am left absolutely flabbergasted by how stupid of a decision this was. the fridging, playing at the fallen woman trope, killing the beating heart of the season and the character who delivers what is essentially a thesis statement, killing off the character whose arc is about coming to terms with his disability, having him die in edward's arms, comforting him and apologizing after an entire season of finding community and love outside of edward, the absolutely godawful pacing of it all, the extremely easy and obvious solution of just having IZZY become the new captain of the revenge to mirror s1 and hammer home how much he has developed since then in one go... i could go on. and i have. it was a stupid writing decision, completely fucked the tone and pacing of the finale and took away attention and time from things that really would've deserved a better wrap up (lucius and black pete deserved better)

now. the whole prince ricky & zheng plot line... yeah that shit sucked ass, sorry. they bit off more than they could chew here. i honestly think those are the arc words of this season:

✨️ bit off more than they could chew ✨️

right off the bat: i think he was good as a concept. bringing in a foil for stede who just doesn't Get It as stede does could've made for very good comedy and drama (and to be fair there is some of that). but that shit got away from them extremely quickly. nothing about how he's implemented past his first episode works, and i think this is very specifically because he's mostly played as the comic relief in his debut episode. making this completely bumbling fool, who gets his nose hacked off on his first job, the main villain of your entire season is... definitely a choice. idk. he didn't work for me at all.

ok wow mentioning shit getting away from the writers. this definitely got away from me. this was supposed to be a short lil post. well. i guess tl;dr i loved this season but jesus christ there was a lot wrong with it. if you want to hear more thoughts. ask box is open. be my guest. i have more to say so even if you dont ask i might add more to this at some point but im tired and have work tmrw.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

TW: Discussion of CSA

I'm Sick of This Shit

Sorry Mod, this is off-topic and heavy stuff, but I'm fucking sick of this cutesy little internet trend of insinuating the worst about people over fucking nothing. This is going to get heavy but I'm not sitting down and shutting the fuck up this time.

Please put a read more here? I don't want to trigger anyone, I just want to try and give a wake-up call to people who do this shit.

I cannot believe I just read a callout post for someone as a "dangerous individual" and it's about them drawing some fictional character. Or rather, I can, because it keeps happening, and it's the dumbest new trend I've ever seen. As a victim of that specific kind of abuse? As in, someone who's fucking tapes have a hash in the ICAC database? (Do you even know what that means? Do you even care to find out? Do you actually care about victims or do you just want some moral gotcha over the person you don't like? Because I have a feeling it's the second one!) Someone who's been really fucking impacted and harmed by this shit in my actual flesh-and-blood real life?

Shut the fuck up. No, actively, antagonistically fuck you. How fucking dare you equate the seriousness of my and others' real-life physical harm to someone finding some stupid WORTHLESS, UNIMPORTANT, NOT REAL ANIME CHARACTER HOT. Who in the absolute fuck actually sincerely CARES?? Do you think authors who write about murder want to secretly kill people?? Do you think people who make horror movies can contact the dead? You are so obsessed about thought crimes and unimportant bullshit to the degree that you are accusing people of being the absolute worst type of person over anime. OVER ANIME! Who the fuck cares if someone draws a fake person doing something sexual. I, as a victim, do not give a shit. I don't care if they draw a fake person getting dismembered. I don't care if they write about a fake person being subjected to death by 1000 paper-cuts! Do you know why?

They're not fucking real!

Somewhere along the way people seem to have forgotten that the reason abuse is bad isn't because it's "icky" and "gross" and makes you uncomfortable to think about.

It's bad because it's fucking hurtful to people who are actually really alive. It's bad because if you cut a real person we fucking bleed. It's bad because if you do things to our body, it leaves fucking SCARS. It's bad because WE LIVE WITH THE FUCKING TRAUMA AND CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT IS DONE TO US YOU STUPID EMOTIONALLY BEREFT ASSHOLE, YOU FUCKING MORALLY STUNTED BRAT. DO YOU FUCKING COMPREHEND THAT? DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE CAPACITY TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REAL LIFE AND FICTION? LIKE DO YOU? ARE YOU AN ACTUAL CHILD? BECAUSE IF SO, YOU SHOULD NOT BE ENGAGING IN THESE DISCUSSIONS IN THE FIRST PLACE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? AND IF YOU ARE AN ADULT, FUCKING ACT LIKE ONE. This isn't a slag against someone who does have empathy issues or anything like that- ironically they tend to have no problem differentiating real life from fiction crimes, at least in my experience. No no, this is against the specific type of person who willfully chooses to libel against someone because of what usually boils down to """fandom crimes."""

I am in a support group for people like me. Do you know what we bitch about lately? You motherfuckers. Clogging the actual fucking hotlines by reporting drawings of cartoon characters, do you even realize that there are real consequences to your moral crusade? The time these people are forced to spend deleting anime art from their email literally costs real-life children -- AGAIN, REAL PEOPLE BEING HURT, YOU FUCKS -- precious time from getting the help they so desperately fucking deserve. Do you even think before you act? Do you? Do you fucking consider for a moment the real-world consequences of your behavior, or do you just raise your head and preen over your moralistic victory against the nastybadwrong person that wrote a story you don't like? I hate you.

Sure. Maybe this person who was submitted about really is the scum of the earth, an absolutely toxic bastard of an individual who does deserve a callout post. Wouldn't surprise me, because lots of shitty people are out there. So then, if that's the case, how come you didn't present that proof? Because all I read (images didn't work) is that they drew some anime character horny. People have been doing that for decades. The fucking Disney animators have drawn Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse going at it. Who gives a shit. It's fiction. You are having a moral panic over nothing and blinding yourself to the real consequences of your actions and I am here on my hands and knees BEGGING you to have more concern for people who actually exist than you do for your stupid goddamn anime boy.

I actually HATE people like you, I actively fucking do not feel SAFE around people like you. People who create fictional works, even dark and fucked up ones? They generally know the differences you seem to miss: that thoughts and actions are different things. There was a post going around where some guy got thrashed on social media for getting a leg amputation for fetishistic reasons where he was called every name in the book and probably some new ones yet to be added to the Merriam-Webster's dictionary. Turns out he actually had cancer and the amputation was for medically necessary reasons, but one (1) minor looked at THE TYPE OF ART HE DREW and made assumptions about his whole entire character from that. And thus someone going through some incredibly emotionally challenging shit was forced to further stomach the trauma of an internet hate mob because of baseless accusations just like these. Don't fucking do that. That shouldn't even need to be said! And yet. So I'll say it again. Don't! Fucking! Do that! Fuck!

This is wildly out of the scope of this blog and I'm really sorry to Mod for having to see it, but I'm sick of seeing this everywhere online, I do not need it in my fucking safe space hobby. Actively go fuck yourself if you do this or participate in this. If you care about victims- if you have actual compassion for people who are real, and don't just want to control how others portray fictional characters for reasons of moral outrage, then don't do this. And if you've done this in the past, just... fucking try to do better from here on out, at least. The world is fucked up enough without needing to rip each other apart over, and I cannot stress this enough, goddamn cartoons.

And if I get sassed in the comments as "not a real victim" or some shit, go ahead. I've heard it before, I don't care. I've been told by people in my life that what happened to me was 1) a misunderstanding 2) deserved because I in some way asked for it 3) that I'm lying for attention, etc etc. Does not matter that mine was one of the cases that actually made it to court and resulted in a sentencing... victim-blaming is incredibly ingrained in my country's culture. I honestly don't care if I'm believed or not, I just... want to say my piece. I want to confess, to air my grievances, with a current trend everyone on the internet and this hell-site in specific. So, thank you for reading if you have, and fuck you if you dismissed it all because your precious fictional little meow meow matters more to you than the victims of the real-life atrocities you're so motivated baselessly to accuse people of perpetrating.

And mod, stay safe and practice self-care. To all the victims, I hope your abusers die horribly. You deserve the world.

~Anonymous

Mod: thank you so much anon for your response, nothing is out of scope here (kinda, I like tangents, just need to follow the rules too) so anons, don't be afraid of expressing yourself as you so rightly did here.

[soul-dwelling]

The same week they cave to a fucking orange fascist over This Week on ABC, Disney also tells LGBTQ+ kids to go back into the closet:

"Hey, Dwells, it's been almost two months, can you lighten up a bit? I thought this was a fan site--"

Oh, you want something connected to Soul Eater?

Fine.

Here's something I wrote back in April 2022, worrying about how Ohkubo's bullshit was going to lead to this kind of awfulness that Disney is now doing:

No wonder we lost Roe. No wonder we had dumb-fuck boys and men after the 2024 election saying, "Your body, my choice." No wonder sexism and racism helped once again elevate the dumbest fucking men out there--because heaven fucking forbid women, especially non-white women, especially non-white women who are infinitely more qualified than this fucking orange toad of a man, ever get fucking elected President in this goddamned country.

Real classy, too, that Disney is somehow fine putting Fire Force on their shitty streaming service (granted, if you also have Hulu) but "oh no, an out trans kid" in a family/children's animated series is going too far.

And it's not even the first time this year this has happened--see also Moon Girl, another bit of self-censorship post-2024 election, to keep beating up on LGBTQ+ people and get a pat on the head from fucking Nazis:

Pop culture and art shouldn't have to be tools for something else: ideally, art is the end in and of itself, it shouldn't have to have a cause to change the world, it just has to exist, the platonic ideal of "look at them, doing nothing, just lazing around--so beautiful, so perfect." That would be great, art for art's sake. But you fucking idiots who sat out on this election don't let us have that idealized world. Of course everything can have political potential, "everything is political," etc. But you fucking weirdos keep making everything political, including people just living their lives because you can't mind your own damn business.

And yeah, corporations are not your friends--no shit. It is dispiriting to see how quickly corporations cave to fascism, but not surprising: fascism is literally the combination of government and corporations. I don't know what else to say about that aside from what I said in my blog post linked above: we need to divorce art from toxic creators, we need to divorce art from corporations, we need more fan works--these are your characters now, have fun, make something that treats those characters well.

It sure is nice when art inspires change for the better in human advancement and progressive policies. I'm not trans, I'm cis, and one of the biggest things I have whined about with zero standing to whine about because, again, cis, is that I want more trans characters front and center in the stories I read and watch, not just allegory. I'm sick of allegory: I want those characters. Characters, people who are right there, not just symbolism but the characters and their lives in that story. It's not always going to be written perfectly, sometimes that really good story is literally just the trans character living their life and doing the things every single person does (wake up, eat, drink, do some activities, engage with other people, go back to sleep). But it's not enough to have only a trans allegory. And, sure, it's not enough to just stop at having trans storylines, and it's not even enough to just have trans characters because there are still the pitfalls that come with any writing of a character where, sure, you may screw up unintentionally or inadvertently tokenize the character. But it's always a start, a start is always good, a start is moving in the right direction. It can always be better, we should be striving to do better, not handcuffing ourselves and self-censoring. I know it was already obvious, but getting our stories out of a corporate machine isn't ideal, and I don't have a very good answer beyond, "Go read someone's independent work, and provide whatever financial support you can to them."

Meanwhile, this anti-trans shit, thanks to the misogynists, racists, and other bigots in 2024 fucking over my country with rightwing shit, is going to keep sending people into the closet and getting a lot of people hurt.

Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ, I did not get into Soul Eater with Crona, a character who eschews a gender binary, right there to then be told by the dumbest people online, in politics, and in corporate speak, "Hey, this is going way too out there with gender, let's rein this in--or else."

I didn't start this fan site more than a decade ago to now suddenly flip my values and recant what I stood for. I'm not going to change from a liberal, left-leaning, progressive, or whatever you want to call it person and now say, "Actually, Crona wasn't that significant a character--forget everything I wrote about on my fan site over the last decade." I'm serious: I think now, in 2024, Crona would be a step too far for these morons--these knuckle-dragging dumb motherfuckers would say Crona is going too far.

(No wonder Disney also screwed over The Owl House: it wasn't just the LGBTQ+ characters, it was the literal Soul Eater poster on Luz's bedroom wall.)

These dumb motherfuckers are already banning Soul Eater in public schools and public libraries. (So, you dumb-as-fuck rightwing manga fans, great job shooting yourself in the foot: your favorite stories are getting banned, too--you voted for this dumbness, you stupid fucks.)

So, how long will it be that banning Soul Eater isn't because of violence or nudity but because of the gender identity?

And to wrap up my rambling with one last diatribe...Those people who didn't vote for Harris and Democrats? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

[thatgirlwbraids]

I remember seeing your posts about affirming and persisting. what made you change ? Loo

actually studying the law from neville himself or people who simplified what neville has said … I found law of assumption through a subliminal maker called solar subs guide & then found sammy ingram … affirming and persisting was never the law and is so misinterpreted & ofc I did manifest tons of materialistic things when I was an a+p kid but now I know why I manifested which was simply because I was in the state of the person who believed if I mindlessly repeated sentences and thought as if I had my desire I would get it ( BRO I JUST WROTE THE ENTIRE THING AND IT GOT CUT TO THE PART BEFORE THE BRACKETS ) ok so i did know about the inner world and 4d ( through electrasoul live in 4d video ) but not in detail because I just thought ok when I affirm xyz now I have it in the 4d now to keep this version of me in the 4d I just have to keep my thoughts in check or have a mental diet it was kind of right w the law but out of context or the small briens version when you include the inner world when affirming . & repetition is the dumbest thing ever tbh because the only time it started was because of the 10K aff challenge and saturating ur mind thing because people wanted some type of science to believe in the law w tha neural pathway shit which is basically like girl law of assumption will literally never be proven by science so the point ? nyways ofc repetition is just a assumption ….& again all back to square one which is being in the state of believing repetition works but people still haven’t manifested with it because they are in a state of lack !! anyways fast forward to when I found @remcycl333 account and was the on switch for me like legit the day I read her posts so much of my stuff started flooding in I was like ? but still I didn’t know the law that well fast forward a little more bloggers , twitter bloggers , posts on imagination and feeling and then I found my savior edward art and boy let me tell you it was like I found my self through his texts and lectures like self discovery …. I still have so much to study and apply but once I feel worthy to post again and simplify the law + yk answer people who have doubts within the law and need help with manifesting but for now to anyone who asks I just will recommend edward art or nevilles books to learn the law instead of applying half - baked information from 32 year olds who learn from 16 year olds on twitter 😭 but fr tho I will be back with amazing content for now I can only tell you to learn the law from trustworthy resources ! I remember affirming so much to the point of exhaustion just because someone misinterpreted something neville had said , honestly as a kid I was vulnerable to it and I was open minded as well to new idea’s since the world never made much sense to me ? and I was always curious then after i found the law ( which I consider when I found states lol ) everything just started making sense like EVERYTHING . I AM the cause of everything . again I will be back with tons of posts but for now i’m just focusing on learning about imagination, states & feelings in detail mostly through edward art and a little bit of nevilles books !! all love 🫶

[madame-fear]

it's really really dumb okay- but i swear the dumbest littlest storytimes make me cringe the fucking hardest, idk why, maybe it's the autism /hj

it has to do with me, obviously. have you ever had an idea for a work you wanted to post, and had like THE IDEA itself but didn't know how to write it? to the point where you know it's going to be so fucking good but- the writing ends up looking like shit because you don't have any imagination on how to start it?

well if that's the case, thats what happened to me as well. i had an idea, really great one and i wanted to develop it. i spent an entire week (i had a deadline for myself in order not to spend too much time so no other could post the idea before me) and in the end, since the deadline passed, i forced myself to make a small drabble out of it and post it. i literally posted it and went to bed like, now its in the hands of GOD, that child is not mine.

for previous context, before i even thought of developing the idea, i made a small post on my dash saying this:

(although it's an actual characteristic, like its not a headcanon or anything, its on their canon but everyone that wrote for that specific aspect wrote it with their own characterization / own take i did not want people accusing me of plagarizing)

and a mutual of mine said that please write it etc, i do not want to say the exact words in case they see this WHICH I HOPE NOT BECAUSE ITS NOT EVEN BAD BECAUSE IM CRINGING AT MYSELF BUT STILL

and i wrote it, super fast and badly, and posted it. and you know shit is bad when you recieve a: ooo that's good, from another mutual (not the one that left the note saying that please write it etc). BECAUSE I SWEAR IT FELT LIKE THOSE MOMENTS WHERE THE TEACHER DOESNT WANT TO TELL YOU DIRECTLY THAT YOUR WORK IS SHIT AND THEY SAY: it's good :)

NOT EVEN GREAT LMFAOSAO

the mutual that left the comment tho, they ended up liking my story- which i dont blame them, if i were them i would not even rb it myself tbh.

and the cringe only escalated from here, slowly but surely went up and beyond to the point where not even myself i could read that drabble and had it deleted it.

and you wanna know what's even more funny? (it's not). another acc, weeks later, posted a fic with the same fucking idea, just written with their personal style, and it has like 44 reblogs by now LMFAOO

my conclusion here is that whenever i remember that poor mutual that asked me to write the drabble for them and i did such a bad job that just recieved a like and weeks later found out another writer actually managed to acomplish what i wanted i cringe so fucking bad my eyes tear up

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING AND IN TEARS BECAUSE I GET THR PAIN SHWIKXEJIDKEKFI 😭😭😭

Like, you get an idea that’s so good to write, maybe a certain idea that hasn’t properly been written or one never seen before — the light of creativity is shred upon you blissfully. You tease your followers and people on the fandom about it, you prepare yourself mentally, wrap yourself around it because you know this fic is the one and true good SHIT; your best piece of work.

You have no idea how to put it in words, you just have the ghost of the idea lingering in you, so you try and prepare yourself so nobody else writes it before you. The time of putting it into words come when you think you are ready. And boom, you are staring at a full ass fic with disappointment, far away from what you wished and you are just like IN FUCKING TEARS FROM THE CRINGE.

HELP ME I SWEAR TO GOD THIS HAPPENED TO ME WITH THIS ONE EYED LORD LUKE FIC. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE DARKEST FIC I EVER MADE AND ITS FAR AWAY FROM HOW I IMAGINED WRITING IT AND I AM DISAPPOINTED T MYSELF AND FEEL ABSOLUTE CRINGE I CANT EVEN READ IT QJNENDKAMNFJGDKSKJF

I feel you on the mutual being like a teacher, or like that one parent that goes "this is great honey!!!" but they obviously say it out of compromise 😭 Like it happened to me many times AND I GENUINELY FEEL EMBARRASSED WHEN MY MUTUALS READ MY CRINGY ASS WORKS.

I am actually certain your work was great! The thing is that maybe when we have an idea we haven’t seen before or know it might actually be good, despite preparing ourselves around that idea to shape it as we wish, we kinda hurry into it — so nobody else does it first like you said, and I can 100% relate. Or at least, that’s something I noticed on myself! Perhaps you can relate too? 😭

ALSO THE FACT THAT ANOTHER WRITER POSTED THE SAME IDEA AND HAS 44 REBLOGS I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULD BE CRYING KICKING SCREAMING I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPEBS LIKE ???? DOES GOD HAVE HIS FAVOURITES OR WHAT BRUHHH ITS NOT FAIR. WE PUT S MUCH EFFORT INTO OUR WORKS 😭😭😭 and surely the other writer too ofc BUT COME OOOON 🗡🗡🗡

[effyrosemary]

I saw this in your priest post - "I thought maybe people will think I’m weird but now I say fuck it bc Anne Rice never shunned away from people thinking her stories/characters were strange/too much" YES. Yes! Not to talk shit but I have no idea how Anne Rice of all people attracted a fandom full of conservatives. We have to keep being freaks on main LOL don't let anyone scare you!!!!!!!!!

Yes!! Thank you!! I can’t believe some of the takes I’m reading from fans regarding some of the things she wrote! It’s what I love about Anne’s books! It’s refreshing to read someone who doesn’t shy away from expressing exactly what she wants, no matter how people may perceive it. That makes a book so much more interesting to me. Luckily there are still amazing Anne Rice/VC girlies who truly are exactly like her, and express themselves however they want, no matter what anyone says. And I was so happy to find them bc girl I was drowning in the literal dumbest takes I have ever read regarding vc characters on Twitter.

(Tw*tter is the absolute worst place to find good takes on literature in general, but some takes I read about my favorite <3 goodest <3 bestest boy <3 Armand <3 were so appalling I was genuinely speechless. They love to misinterpret my boy over there. Alas, everyone can have their own opinions, no matter how wrong I think they are) Imagine getting offended by Lestat eating Dora out on her period lmaoo I can’t

💕💗

[purecantarella]

Hard to Love

bc i loved the song sm and i wrote this last month before kinktober started but i still want it out there!! i hope you all enjoy this one!! edit before posting : this is subject to changes and edits bc i finished writing this at 2AM park rosé x reader disclaimer/s : smoking, cursing, and an angsty time. read with a level head.

You'd known Rose pretty much her entire time in South Korea. She had met you when she had snuck out one night, needing some relief from the stress from another argument with her managers.

You just so happened to be at the right place at the right time.

You yourself needed a little break from work. Your co-workers were petty idiots and elected to push off all their pending projects onto you and the rest of your team because your boss had compared your work ethic to theirs.

After hours upon hours of sitting at a desk in a lowly lit room, you needed a break from the dreary office walls. You're greeted by an early morning chill. It had to be at least 2AM.

You breathe a tired sigh before carefully pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket. You swiftly place the stick between your lips, lighting the end ablaze while you leaned up against the cold wall of the alley way.

Of course you didn't mind people seeing you smoking, but it wasn't exactly smiled upon. You breath out a gray puff as you close your eyes, fighting off sleep as you did so.

Before you can completely get lost in the warmth the cigarette brought, a voice caught you off guard, "Bum me one?"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden appearance of a young, blonde woman standing next to you. Her eyebrows creased and lips pressed into a thin line. She was clearly not in the mood to deal with anyone or anything.

You pull the pack out again, offering her the box. Quickly and without a second thought she pulls a stick out and you light the end of her stick without question. You watch her breath in the smoke and quickly huff it out.

"Thats the good shit." She whispers, you assume she thinks you can't hear her.

You chuckle, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth, "Penny for your thoughts, ma'am?" The woman looks over at you, irrediculously. As if you asked the dumbest question in the world before she laughs dryly.

"Ever just love your job but hate the people because their fucking pricks. Not understanding the slightest bit of creativity or freedom." She raves. You smile while you watch her run a hand through her blonde hair.

You take another huff of smoke before boldly blowing it in her diection, catching her off guard. She stares at you with wide eyes before you drop the stick and promptly step on it, "I have an idea on how shitty unimaginative co-workers can be."

You pause to get a good look at the woman. You knew she was famous, her face was plastered everywhere but you didn't really care for all that limelight. You meet her eyes and smile at her, "Try not to get caught. Would hate for the headlines to have my face next to yours." You lower your voice to a hushed tone, "Would hate to ruin the image of perfection."

You look around before slipping the rest of the box into her open hand. She laughs softly before you wink her way and turn a heel to return to your office.

In all honesty, you thought that would be the end of it until you met each other the next night, and the night after that, and each one after that. She was there waiting in the same alley and it had become the highlight of your work days.

"Don't people go looking for you when you leave?" You ask as Rosé leans against the wall, not really smoking just choosing to keep you company instead of being at YG. She laughs softly, before looking at you sarcastically, "Of course they look for me. I'm hot shit."

You roll your eyes before turning to her with a smirk, "Yeah you are hot."

The singer looks at you from her position on the wall, an amused smile and raised brow as she leans forward, challenging you. She lifts her hand and curls her finger in. You confidently stride up to her for her to tug you by the tie around your neck, "Is that right?"

"Yeah." You reply faking carelessness. She's fucking obsessed with it.

Rosé tugs you closer as she bites down on her lower lip, "I would argue the same." You place a hand on the brick wall behind her as you tower over her. The smirk on your face grows as she tugs you lower to meet her lips. It was rough and needy and it all left you breathless.

That was the beginning of the most complicated relationship you'd ever known.

After that night, you two saw each other far more often. She gave you her address, her number, and semi-free access to YG Entertainment's facilities. Rosé gave you everything she could in spite of herself.

While waiting for her, you flip through a poetry book that was on her couch as Hank looks up at you pleading. You eye him before checking the corner, making sure Rosé wouldn't catch you letting him on the couch. You grin mischievously

"He's not allowed on the couch, N/n." The singer warns while putting her earing on. You look up and you can't help the smile that sparks onto your lips as you look her up and down. "Aren't you an attractive specimen, miss Park."

You prop Hank on your lap, "Hanky, doesn't mommy look simply stunning?"

Rosé rolls her eyes, commanding her pet to get off you. She plops herself down on your lap abruptly. You grunt before pushing her blonde hair to the side. "Careful with that mommy talk, might get you in trouble, Y/n."

You don't respond just looking up at her adoringly, lifting your hand to stroke her cheek gently. As you do, the singer blushes, feels butterflies shooting around her stomach. Trying to brush the feelings off, she laughs nervously. "Stare all you want now, people would pay to see me this close." She plays off.

You lean up, pecking her lips gently, "How about we skip the reservation." Rosé quirks a brow and laughs softly, silently questioning you. "I just want to spend time with you. I don't want anyone gawking and interrupting that." You pause again, leaving a quick kiss to her nose. "Just the two of us."

Her cheeks burn up as you stare at her, affection overflowing in your eyes. You watch as her fight back a smile, Hank jumps beside you both and sits down beside you. Both of you laugh and you stroke his fluffy head as you plop your head on Rosé's shoulder, "The three of us then."

Rosé shifts her gaze from the puppy to your. A mix of giddiness and anxiety fills her as she watches you but for a moment it fades as you look up at her. She strokes your cheek as she nods, "Yeah...I'd like a night in with you."

The singer falls into your arms, not caring about the delicate fabric of her dress, just wanting to be more comfortable in your arms. It's foreign to her, letting someone so close to her. She breathes a calm sigh as you tell her stories of your life.

Your conversation drawls out deep into the night. It wasn't long until you'd fallen asleep with her cuddled up to your chest. Rosé stares at you, etching your peaceful image into her head.

Carefully, she brushes your hair out of your face, biting her lip as she her heart pounds madly against her chest. "God I wish I could promise you the world, N/n...you're a dream wrapped up in the most adorable face." She confesses, the smile on her face fades. "But I just wonder how long you'll last..."

Tears prick her eyes pathetically and hides her face in your neck, a soft sob breaking from her lips. You stir awake, feeling her tears on your skin. Immediately, sleep fades from your body and you force her chin up slowly in spite of her resistance.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She laughs, voice cracking as she does, while shaking her head. "It's stupid. Just a nightmare..."

You take her cheeks in your hands, wiping her tears away. "You can come to me with anything...a nightmare, if you're hungry, if you need anything. I'm your girl." She smiles and nods against your palm, leaning into the warmth you offered her. You smile and pull her into your arms, squeezing her delicately.

"I'll protect you from those nightmares."

"You're such a dork."

The night ending with your laughter, the sweetest melody she'd ever heard. She would do anything to hear it every day.

It'd been months since you and Rosé first met and became an unofficial item. It had been the most blissed out both of you had been. You'd been less crabby to your co-workers and she had so much energy during promotions.

It seemed like smooth sailing until one night, just another argument about the dumbest, most menial thing. The bickering boiling over into a fight about how much time she spends with single men and women who would kill to get her attention.

"So you're saying that I'm easy to win over?" She yells out as throw your head back in frustration, groaning loudly before falling into irritated laughter. "Now you're trying to belittle my emotions! Why the fuck would you stand there and just laugh!"

"Do you know how fucking insane you sound right now, Roseanne. I'm not the one who stayed out all night last night, drinking and partying with rando people!" You bark back to which Rosé scoffs and crosses her arms. "Why can't you just trust me, Y/n?! Those are my friends! What are you going to stop me from seeing my friends?"

She pauses to step up to you glaring down at you, "Who sounds fucking crazy now?" The singer stomps off to the kitchen, grumbling to herself that she just wanted a quiet night in.

"Is it so much to ask that as your girlfriend you—" Rosé laughs madly as she slams a cabinet door.

"We are barely together! Get it in your head that you're—" You cut her off, practically seething with anger as you hiss out, "What? A passing fancy? Is that all I am to you, Chaeyoung?"

"Well maybe you are." You're taken aback, your eyes go wide as you stare at her expression. Waiting for the shift, the guilt, but she remains cold and her eyes continue to stare you down. You run your hands in front of your face as you hastily grab your things on the kitchen island.

"You are absolutely impossible to love Park Rose." Rosé freezes from her place in the kitchen as you rub your eyes gently, tiredness running through your body. You loosen your grip on your coat and purse. You turn back around to face her but before you can say anything her hand is up in your face, instantly silencing you.

She flashes you a tight smile as she pushes herself off the counter. Clearing her throat, subtly reaching up to push her tears back into her eyes.

"...Rosie..."

"No." She snaps, her smile unwavering but you see the twinge of hurt on her face, the sparkle of her tears. You take a step forward, an apologetic look on your face but she shakes her head, "You're right. I'm hard to love."

Rosé chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "I will..." She shoots you an awkward set of finger guns, "...See you, Y/n. You can..." A soft sniffle falls from her as she turns around, waving you off, "Uh...you can let yourself out."

You stand in the doorway, bag seeming heavier than when you packed it. You stare down the hallway, playing through every scenario you could. Doing anything to stay where you were for a little longer. Bringing you back to reality, Hank paws up your leg, whining softly.

You pat his head gently, smiling down at him with a sad smile, "Take care of her for me, bud. She and I are looking for different things right now..." You pause, chuckling to yourself, just how stupid you must look. "I love you Hanky and I love your mom too. Make sure she takes care of herself...alright?"

He barks softly, seeming to understand you. You offer him a proud nod before commanding him to go to Rosé's room. You pull the bag back onto your shoulder, looking around the room one more time before huffing and stepping out the door.

Rosé peaks from the hallway...regret and a bitter taste resonating with her. The words she spat at you were vile and she wished she'd never said them. But she was too late.

"You're impossible to love." Your words rang in her ears as she slid down the corner of the wall, her tears dampening her cheeks. Soft sobs that clung to her chest during your argument released and she could no longer control herself.

All night she wailed as you lay in your bed practically tearing your hair out from regret and frustration.

Weeks later, you still hadn't recovered from your argument with Rosé. Unsure where you both stood, if you were still a couple or not. But you didn't want to face it.

Though as much as you wanted to, it was impossible to avoid Rosé. Her face was plastered on every billboard, your co-workers talked insistently about the group's songs releasing soon, and you still saw her in the street from time to time. She met your eye before quickly pulling her gaze away.

It hit harder than you thought it would have.

"I have to say I didn't think Rosé would hit so hard!" You flinch at your female co-worker's words. You peak up your cubicle and see three of them talking amongst one another. The other two agreed as the third fiddled with their laptop, replaying a portion of a song from the group's album.

Your blood ran cold as her words rang in your ears, "Cause I'm hard to love."

Rather uncharacteristically, you hop to your feet and approach the gabbing women. You smile politely, to which they're shocked...they'd never seen you speak to them not about work. "Sorry to bother you...but what song was that?"

They stare at you gobsmacked before explaining it was Rosé's latest solo song on the group's album. As quickly as you came, you disappear, searching the song's title online, pulling your headphones onto your head quickly.

Your hands tremble as you read the title over and over again in your head. Swallowing thickly, you click the thumbnail of the song. The words making your heart tremble. Hearing her voice, even if it was a recording, was the sweetest catharsis you'd ever felt but at the same time her words...your words...stung you in ways you didn't think could hurt.

It was all new. You wanted to see her. You needed to.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Your co-worker asked, her expression soft as she motions to the tears falling from your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as her hands are on your shoulders trying to console you.

You push yourself out of your chair quickly, "I..." You clear your throat, trying to keep your voice from cracking. "I need some air...I'm going to..." You point out the door before dashing for it in spite of your co-workers calling for you.

As you make it out of the office building, a sense of clarity hits you. All the moments you shared with Rosé smack you across the face, imagining how you felt when you were with her. You pant and run your hands through your hair desperately, the realization that you just let go of the greatest coincidence of your life.

Thunder clapped, pulling you out of your daze.

You stare up at the darkening sky, cursing to yourself. A day you chose not to wear a coat...of course. Without thinking twice, you're quick to dash through the busy streets, feeling droplets of rain pouring onto your skin, leaving you soaked but all you can think of was that day you left her in her apartment.

The broken look on her face, the tremble in her voice, the things you said, and the things you wanted to say. Each thought pounds through your body. Pushing you forward until your breath is ragged and your legs are sore.

A sense of relief floods you when you see the YGE building in the distance, you smile tiredly before sprinting. It wasn't long before you were dripping in the lobby of the entertainment building, garnering stares from staff.

The receptionist stares at you, deadpanning, "I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

You laugh before nodding, "It's been hell trying to stay away." The young woman nods before looking over the schedule. Clicking her tongue softly as you tap your fingers anxiously along the desk.

Her words fade in the background as you look up and see Rosé, typing away at her phone as her managers surrounded her. You see the familiar tight lipped expression as the older men around her speak to her.

She looked just angelic as the moment you first saw her in that alley.

You're frozen in place as everything returns. The good, the bad, the past few months and how it felt to have her with you. In whatever way, you wanted to be with her.

Your feet take you out of the building, following her to the van. "Park Roseanne!" Your voice echoes through the open parking lot. Her managers look around to glare at you, they never did like you, thinking you were a bad influence on Rosé and her eyes immediately find you.

"Y/n?" She puts her phone away, and stares at you. The singer tries to uphold a stoic and distant demeanor but she was glad to see you. Seeing you brought her so much joy. "What are you doing here?"

For a moment you don't know what to say. Your mouth is stuck and all you can do is open your mouth then close it. Her manager's scoff and tell her, "Chaeyoung, this is a waste of time. Let's go." He guides her back towards the car.

You snap into action, "No, you've had control over her for far too long, sir." He glares at you, the singer beside him stifling a giggle. Composing herself, she"Say what you need to say then."

Your eyes locked, a flare of sincerity flashes over your face. "You aren't hard to love. I shouldn't have ever told you that. I..." You pause to catch your breath, Rosé stares at your soaked figure. You blush under her intense gaze. "You're impossible not to love. You're gentle, and hilarious, and gorgeous, and so unlike any person I've met. It makes me nervous and excited and I was scared that I couldn't keep up with you and you'd see right through that."

Rosé's hands tremble as she watches you pour your heart out, unsure if what was dribbling down your face were strayed raindrops or tears.

"I know you can't give me everything, I don't want you to have to. I want you to go out and live your life, be the success you can. I want you to be your authentic self."

You laugh, pushing your damp hair out of your face, staring up at the thundering sky. "I don't care that you can't give me everything...I just want to be with you, strings or no." You pause and laugh tiredly, "I love you, Rosie."

"Okay, I've heard enough of this idiocy. Chaeyoung, we need to go. You'll be late to dinner." Her manager ushers. For a moment she's frozen in time. All she can think of is how much she missed you, just how every song in her head was your voice, and just how sad and genuine you looked standing in the rain.

Rosé steps into the van, your heart sinks as she does. Her managers breathe a sigh of relief, giving instructions to block you from YGE's systems. You gnaw on your lower lip, disappointment sinking in your stomach. You turn around a sense of dread knowing you'd have to go back to a life without Park Chaeyoung.

As you walk away, you hear the faint sounds of pitter-pattering footsteps.

"Chaeyoung!" Her manager's call out in a panicked tone. And before you can react, her coat is above your head, covering both of you. You flush under her gaze, seeing just how close she was. It had been far too long since you'd seen the singer this close. "You're going to get sick if you stay in the rain for too long." She jokes before smiling up at you, brightening the grey sky.

"It's not going to be easy. I'm going to be so busy, so hard to trust, and I might just hurt you..." She pauses nudging her nose against yours, a broken expression on her face. You lift your hand, offering her a small smile as she whispers, "I might just fuck it up...like I do everything..."

"I want to try. Let me be the one in a million for you, Rosie." You laugh pulling her closer, her hands tightening around the coat above both of you. "If you fuck up, we'll fuck up together." You peck her lips gently, allowing the touch to linger.

You smile as you pull away, watching as her cheeks redden. "It's you and me, Rosé."

She giggles and tilts her head in shyly. "God, I love you, Y/n."

"Let's get you dried off, come on." Her events for the evening being the last thing on her mind, she lowers one of her hands, taking yours. You look down at the interlocked digits and a flood of warmth flowing through your entire body.

The warmth heating up your chilly body and for Rosé, she didn't feel so alone...so genuinely loved so to speak.

and im soft and this took much longer but also i wanted to do the idea justice and i wanted my return to angsty floof to be memorable HAHAHAHAH i hope you all liked this one!! classes started up again and have me on my knees wishing i was dead HAHAHAHA but i will see you all vv soon!! i love yo all and take care of yourselves, my lovelies 💖 - r

[lysteriaposts]

COBRA KAI S5 REVIEW (unhinged vers.)

SPOILER WARNING AS IF IT ISN'T CLEAR.

I actually wrote a list of my thoughts post episode 8, and oh it was not positive. Luckily enough a few of the things I was annoyed about were addressed the last two episodes where a lot happened. I've now slept on it and am ready to give a less rantsy review lol.... if you like to hype everything CK and only wanna hear positive things then I suggest you don't read further.

+ indicates positives (duh) and - negatives.

Let's rip the band aid off first.

- Mike Barnes being a wasted character and only there to subvert expectations (SAD!!!) - As a consequence, too many new characters brought in making the plot messier, crowded, contrived - Chozen being forced to like the girl he almost killed bc everyone needs to have a significant other / love interest of the opposite sex on this show - Kreese prison break is the dumbest shit I've ever seen - Kreese dying tragically in prison as he's trying to better himself would've been such a good writing choice, but they wanted to subvert that too - Kreese's plan he had with Tory never being explained - Johnny/Carmen baby drama making me want to barf all over my computer - Carmen being a baby carrier instead of an actual person - New gen kids serving no purpose in the overall story (except Kenny a little) - Rehashed plot of Sam/Miguel breakup taking up too much screentime and serving no purpose for the characters - Cheesy octopus < 🙄 - Half assed attempt at giving Sam introspection which gets dropped an episode after it was introduced - Sam being self absorbed (what's new) and deflecting blame - Demetri & Hawk could've been absent and there would not be any difference - Forced attempts at giving Hawk any relevance - Hawk being hypocritical and full of himself - Miguel's Mexico journey not changing anything for the character or his relationship with Johnny (or anyone for that matter) - Too little focus on Robby/Tory as a unit and their conflict - Too little focus on Robby/Kenny as a unit and their conflict - Robby redeeming and propping Johnny is not the same as developing and repairing their relationship, writers - Johnny kidnapping Robby to Mexico for absolutely no reason when he was gone tops 2 days - Carmen kind of forcing (and wanting!?!?) Johnny to have a baby with her - Johnny using new baby as an excuse for Miguel/Robby to have to get along - Robby breaking up with Tory after one disagreement - Robby going to see them at the Cobra Kai dojo way too late - Tory not confiding in Robby at all - Robby's character suffering from having to unnecessarily bond with every other character except the ones he truly cared about - Robby being forcefully sidelined in the story because he has to be attached at the hip with his new "family" - Tory ending up the show's punching bag, blamed and excluded for the 50th time - Devon Lee being... there, kind of annoying and one dimensional - Too much Kreese with no pay off - Too many flashbacks - No explanation to why Sam/Robby are cordial (I shouldn't be surprised they didn't explain Sam/Hawk either) - Stingray crying crocodile tears... actually just Stingray. - Sam being the one to wave her finger at Stingray wanting to keep his benefits (couldn't ANYONE ELSE have said that) - Silver not being the mastermind everybody expected him to be and mainly waving around his money - Amanda siding with Silver over her husband... dumb but ok - Jessica Andrews, just way too convenient - Kyler still being "one of the best" in Cobra Kai is laughable - Them trying to kill off Chozen, the only POC sensei - Them not having any balls to kill off any characters, but like to dangle it in front of us - Practically no Mike Barnes/Silver interactions

+ Very good fighting choreography + Cool shots and scenes i.e. Sam's dream, Miguel/Robby balcony fight 2.0 + Miguel/Robby relationship + Robby/Tory relationship (what we got) + Robby/Kenny relationship (what we got) + Kreese's therapy sessions (before it got subverted) + Miguel's scenes with his real dad + Johnny Lawrence comedy + Chozen... just, Chozen... seriously he might've carried the whole season for me + Chozen/Daniel relationship + Chozen/Johnny comparing notes lol + Daniel's arc and seeing him at his lowest + Anthony/Sam sibling bond + Little we got of Anthony/Chozen + Inverting Daniel and Johnny's "roles" + Daniel/Silver fights + Tory working as "undercover" instead of continuing to be "brainwashed" + Sam helping Tory although them coming together felt rushed + "I broke up with him for the dojo, you BITCH!" + Peyton List's acting + The new gen kids' acting + The Quicksilver method ! + Kenny/Silver scenes + Tory/Kreese scenes + More about Silver's background and ambitions + I don't blame Amanda for being done with Daniel's skeletons in his closet even though I called her dumb + Miguel speaking Spanish hehe + Chozen infiltrating CK was cool but should've been a full season thing- + Mike Barnes being the only og character not holding onto an old karate tournament, lol

[rommahh]

you turn harry down and he ends up writing a song about it. you can quickly tell its about you, so you show up to his place mad that he wrote that and posted it without consulting you but somehow you guys end up having hate sex🤞🤞🤞

(I changed the prompt slightly. sorry if this isn't too great. but here band member!harry. he's not famous and a cocky little shit.)

You were pissed off. Fuming actually. Harry presented his new song to the band and all of your managers, a smug smile on his face as he sings the song. The song was obviously intended to get at you, and it did.

Your managers clapped as he finished his little song, but you were no where near happy. A frown settled on your face, arms crossed indignantly.

"Harry, you genius. Thats honestly single material. You all could sing it at your concert on Friday, see what the crowd thinks of it. " Lynn, your head manager said clapping his hands. Sarah and Mitch looked at you with sheepish eyes as they agreed that it was a good song. Harry looked at you with the dumbest smirk on his face. "Y/N, my favorite little lead singer, do you like it?"

"Its whatever." You grumble picking at your half broken acrylics.

"Cmon, this song could actually put us on the charts." Lynn pushed, a large smile on his chubby face. You rolled your eyes before saying agreeing that the song would work. Lynn dismissed you all with big hugs already on the phone setting up gigs.

Sarah and Mitch left the room quickly after not wanting to face your wrath. Harry was still sat in his chair, guitar beside him. He looked at you expecting your rage.

"You fucking idiot." You spat. Harry lets out a laugh relaxing further into the chair, man spreading.

"Whats wrong poppy?" He asks so nonchalantly that it makes your blood boil more.

"If this feeling flows both ways? Are you joking me Harry?" Your anger is evident now. Not a joke to Harry anymore, he stands from his chair, storming over to you, standing chest to chest.

"Dont raise your voice at me." He says lowly. You stood up taller, thighs clenching.

"Or what you twat?" He wasted no time bringing his ring clad hand up to your throat, tightening it slightly. Your faces were so close. The remnants of your fight before flickers through your mind breaking you out of your trance.

A slight nudge of head breaks you free of his grasp, and all of a sudden you become shy, a little nervous. Harry notices the shift in energy.

"Can we just talk about the other night?"

"No, Ill see you later Harry." You quickly grab your bag, pins clanking together at the abruptness.

You avoided Harry for days until he became unavoidable. Lynn demanded that you put your attitude to the side and practice the song for your show coming up.

Clad in a loose t-shirt dress and chunky socks, you waited in your living room practicing the chords of the song on your guitar. Three loud knocks sounded from your door making you jump.

Harry stood behind the door, stoic. His guitar case was slung over his broad shoulder, a binder of music in the other hand. You step aside letting him in, a small hello greeted under your breathe.

He tosses a the sheet music and lyrics over to you, not caring that they spilled on the floor for you to struggle to grab them. You sit on the floor in front of your couch as Harry takes the love seat in front of you. A coffee table sat a few inches away from you, bottles of empty beer and water littered the table.

As you read the lyrics, that bubble of anger filled you again.

Have you got color in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

"Youre such an ass Harry." Your words make him look up from his guitar. He raises an eyebrow at you wanting you to elaborate. "Why are you acting like we are in such a serious relationship? We fuck. You made that pretty clear."

"No, you made that clear. Every time I try to get close to you, you fucking act like im crazy." He snaps tossing the already dented fender on the ground. You toss the music sheets beside you, for the second time tonight, they spread haphazardly across the floor.

If this feelin' flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) was sorta hopin' that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) that the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day

You knees hit the ground as you push yourself to stand. Harry stands as well, not liking you have the upper hand on him. "I do not!"

"See you're doing it now. S'not my fault that you have such shitty commitment issues." He rouses you up, prompting you to raise your hand and slap him with a strong force. His head whips to the side, your broken acrylic nipping his bottom lip. He turns his head back to you, eyes wide with shock. You were shocked as well, hands trembling at your side as the anger subsided.

"Im sorry H, that was-" He cuts you off by slamming his lips into yours. The kiss was sloppy, teeth cashing, blood smearing, and tongues messily wrestling.

He grips yours hips tight sliding them down to the back of your thighs and pulling upward. It was a signal to jump, so you did. Your legs wound around his waist. He carried you quickly to your room.

Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through Crawlin' back to you

Before you know it youre face down in the mattress, Harry pounding into you with a force.

"I don't like the way that you fucking act like you know me." Harry grits out, his cock splitting you in half. It touches your cervix in a painful yet pleasurable way.

"Please." You whine, arching further into the bed, ass high in the air.

"Stop your whining." His heavy balls hit your clit making your toes curl. Harry sticks his thumb in his mouth, slathering it with saliva before using that saliva to lubricate your tighter wound hole. He prodded at your asshole, maneuvering his thumb inside.

The feeling made you keen, a squeal exiting you loudly. Tears streamed down your face, pleasure hitting you full force. Harry watching as his cock glistened with your wetness. You clench down hard making Harrys pace falter. You both orgasm with a force.

He flips you onto your face, admiring your beautiful flushed face. he wasnt done with you yet. His cock still hard, tip a bright red color. He pushes back into, a sob wracked through your chest. He was going slow now, relishing in the way that your cunt sucked him back in. Your walls were plush and warm, it made him moan at the feeling. The sounds of his moan made another orgasm approach you.

"I want you to be mine so get over yourself and be mine." He hits your g-spot, your legs curl upward, hands clutching his shoulders tight.

"Yes, yes, yes, H." You scream in his ear, your second orgasm wracked through your body. Harry pulls out, pumping his cock of his release. It lands on your heavy breasts and pudgy stomach. You moan at the feeling, Harry wishes he could take a picture of your fucked out face.

He digs through your night stand using a wet tipe to clean himself off and then you. You shudder when the cold wipe meets your warm center.

Harry carefully pulls you up the bed and under the covers cuddling you into his side.

"Am I your girlfriend now?" The question slips out of you as you play with the little tuft of hair on his chest.

"Yeah.” He shrugs trying to be nonchalant but the blush was evident on his face. You look up to him with a bright smile. A sweet kiss is exchanged.

"Good."

If this feelin' flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) was sorta hopin' that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) that the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day (Do I wanna know?) Too busy bein' yours to fall (Sad to see you go) ever thought of callin', darlin'? (Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawlin' back to you?

[kyurilin]

To finish off my writing posts for the end of the year, here's just a post about my other writing projects I have going on!

Obviously Stray, the erasercloudmic story from my pinned post is being worked on albeit slowly. I have maybe a third of it written (which is still 27k words) and it's done very similarly to Mic's Bullshit Life although it does switch characters up. @shabby-blog can attest that it's a fun read as they've read what I have and are currently my biggest cheerleader in actually getting it done one day

I have. Two entire alternate versions of Crumbled Rooftops. You can blame shabby for these entirely but also me. I feed off of angst and well. These are angst. One of them (called Everything Crumbles) is Crumbled Rooftops but Hizashi dies and Nemuri lives, which after the anime made Shouta almost watch Hizashi get hit by decay became infinitely sadder. It changes the entire dynamic of Oboro coming back by like, a huge degree but hey it's great for when I wanna be REAL sad. The other is All That's Left, and in this one Shouta dies so it's just Hizashi and Oboro having to pick up the pieces. This one was an excuse to push Hizashi to his breaking point and make people scared of his power tbh. Neither of these are likely to be posted and both of them are currently VERY early stages but hey if you ever want to read them and cry hit me up

Also Crumbled Rooftops adjacent, my doc aptly titled Here Be Crumbled Rooftops Angst Snippets which is literally what the title says. Basically it was a place to dump all the little side stuff before the story that lived in my head rent free so I could get it out of my head and somewhere else.

I have a document that STILL is just called AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Which is appropriate for the fact that it's an Erasercloudmic story where Shouta realizes he has a crush on both his friends and doesn't know how to cope, Nemuri teaches him about polyamory, canonly Oboro and Hizashi make out when they're bored and AREN'T dating yet and then try to compete for Shouta's affections only for Shouta to get so flustered he tells them he likes them both. Very early stages but I have IDEAS guys it's gonna be cute and I may keep the screaming title lmao. This one (when I randomly get the desire to start it) will be posted I promise I just have to write it.

I have an entire finished story I wrote this year that won't get posted, I wrote an urban explorers rooftop gang polycule story that is absolutely the dumbest thing I could have written, it reads more like an outline than a story, but I binge watched a bunch of urbex videos in a row and knocked it out in four days. It's lovingly called I Found My Heart in the Abandoned Roller Disco and no. You cannot read it. It's staying in my Google docs. You are allowed to know that Shouta and Oboro have a moment in an abandoned roller skating rink that is the cutest shit. But unless I ever get the urge to rewrite it the way I did the original doc for matching tattoos, urbex rooftop gang polycule is staying buried.

Oh. And one last one. Shouta's adventures through joining the hero course, trying his best to ignore the two loudest idiots on the planet (and failing), becoming friends with the two loudest idiots on the planet (and the class president and an upper class student), losing one of his friends, pushing the rest away, getting tough love from Nemuri Kayama, being occasional jogging buddies with Tensei Iida, and eventually running into Hizashi Yamada again. Lovingly being called Get in the Van Shouta, There's Cats in Here based on a playlist that me and Shabby joked Hizashi would make for Shouta in high school if he and Oboro kidnapped him to give him a better life, this is the prequel to Mic's Bullshit Life from Shouta's perspective. And yes this one is started, yes it will take me a long time to write, but there's so many little Shouta stories I've wanted to write that all have to do with my rooftop gang headcanons and I've been in my feels about Mic's Bullshit Life, so I figured what better way to tie it together by taking the mentioned high school stories from Mic's Bullshit Life and adding them to these other stories I would otherwise write as one-offs.

Anyways yeah I've not written as much as I did last year and I've still yet to start a few ideas I had last year, but at least I've been writing!!!! Can't say I haven't lol.

[redxblueihateloveyou]

it's not just kids calling adam/tadashi abusive, i've seen adults say the same thing, even fans of adam, that it's abusive and rapey, i'm not sure how to feel because i disagree but their posts sound very authoritive :/

Meanwhile Utsumi is out there like gushing about these two 24/7 bc they’re her faves and says stuff like “originally Tadashi was supposed to say “Woof” after “You’re gonna be my dog for the rest of their lives”, but it didn’t make to the final cut, I thought about his face expression a lot in that moment, but the only thing I was absolutely sure of is how utterly happy he was about what Adam said.” and explains for absolute morons that what Adam said about framing Tadashi was just a bullshit to test him lmao

I once again do not know why people don’t get that this ships thing is that they’re literally what another needs and despite the fact that they both have their own problems, they’re each other’s way out. Because Adam wants Tadashi to learn to stand up for himself, while Tadashi wants Adam to learn that love should bring happiness, not pain. If you don’t want complicated characters, once again, watch smth with a rating 5+ instead. Complicated and problematic characters are not always villains and some adult relationships are definitely not an abuse, if they’re canonically into power play. 

Also I don’t know how a person who so carelessly throws words like “rapey” can be considered “sounding authoritive”, but I highly recommend to try forming your own point of view, based on facts/observations and your own experience. Also in books for example there's always easier to get characters motives, bc they give you to say the whole picture, so depends on how many you’ve read you can learn to detect it without it “being explained to you” pretty easy. If you don’t have such skill or don’t want to develop it, you can wait for the creator’s commentary, you can usually get it to many animes/mangas these days, they will tell you what they meant by some scenes and about their thought process, while creating it, who, why and where. Of course not every creator has that much love and attention to their characters and story, there are some where the creators also know nothing about their character, besides what was shown, but Utsumi is not one of those, so you can always be ready, that if she picked a fave, she thought everything through from the very beginning.

Also this fandom (and pls normal SK8 fans, do not take offense in this, I mean I’m technically also in this fandom, although not really since I had to create just a bubble and don’t go anywhere else, since it’s that bad) is like 90% absolute the most painfully idiotic ppl I’ve ever seen, who can’t even read between the lines and say the dumbest stuff I’ve ever heard, that is so embarrasssing, that they make you embarrassed about even being part of this, and 50% of them are too young to even get stuff, that wasn’t meant for them to get, so just, for real, I’m just suggesting the same thing I did, for your own health, pick ppl for your tl, whose brains are intact and do not even go “out there”, like, you’re only gonna get mad. I mean, if ppl who aren’t even in the fandom get mad about stuff they write, you’re gonna be mad x2 and sadly you can’t do anything about this amount of stupidity, rarely stuff like this do happen to some fandoms. Yes, you can’t enjoy this one, sadly. I tried, but I just felt, like I’m getting more and more mad, until I just sat down and cleaned everything on my tl and was like “that’s it, I’m not in the sk8 fandom, I’m in my own fandom it’s called “his dog by day, his snake by night” lmao

And yes, it did in fact happen after I found out that the girl behind that “concerning adam” absolutely moronically formulated shit that was part of the zine was 23 years old. I think my eyes popped out like in a cartoon, bc everyone who was involved in this drama, wrote stuff like “can i make fun of them or are they 14″, thinking they’re just well, you know, young, but then were shocked too xD. I just wish this person/ppl just wrote “we excluded Adam bc we’re too dumb to get his character we hate him”, at least I’d respect you for your honesty in this case. But no, you had to dig your own grave and become the new official representative of “SK8 fandom is the dumbest”. Congrats really.

I do not know, if ppl lie about their age or not when it comes to those. If not and they’re really adults who think so, it’s fascinating really. Fascinating how this fandom got all the idiots in once. I mean, being a stupid fandom of teens is one thing, being a stupid fandom in general is just sad.

Am I sad that so little ppl got the actual plot and the message creators tried to send? Yes, absolutely. Not the first time tho it happens, with Utsumi’s faves especially, but also in general these days. It is very sad, I agree, but also, I just really started to feel bad, bc I saw some comments and felt like that meme guy, you know: “what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it.” lol

So just find someone who posts the good stuff and doesn’t get involved, listen to VAs, read creator’s interviews and live happily ever after, bc they adore both Adam and Tadaai. They literally told in the last interview what I was telling under my YT vid. This is just also hilarious to me, bc to be honest Tadaai situation wasn’t even that hard to analyse in the first place, even without the creators commentaries. Like we’re not on a Cannes Film Festival here.

And once again you can like or dislike Adam, it’s your choice, ppl have different tastes, but writing the most utterly idiotic things about his character that make no sense whatsoever, considering the canon story, is just plain moronic. Just say that you don’t like him, and pls, don’t embarrass yourself.

[romancemoved]

9, 25!

✨ @debtwon. meme. still accepting!

9. Have you ever written fanfictions?

i don’t really enjoy even reading fanfiction. glfdjgldf. i love reading horrible fanfiction. i used to make a party out of in skype w. old buddies. so naturally i was never inclined to write fanfic.... i did write some final fantasy x fanfiction, but man i love the source material so much. i never enjoyed media to a point where i enjoyed fanfiction. i wrote a lengthy yuyu hakusho fanfic for a friend back in ye olde days of aol. i always just wanted to write my own stories and i did! and i still do. there’s just nothing interesting about fanfic to me zzzzzzzzzz unless its funny / bad and i can read it out loud to people and scream w. laughter.

25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

don’t feel pressured to follow these lame ass trends with aesthetics and formatting or whatever the fuck holy shit. just write. write. ive seen newbies get in a tizzy cuz their theme is plain or their posts arent fancy omggg who caaaaaresss. im about to ditch icons myself cuz im tired of this sh*t. if u have to get occupied with aesthetics, please keep them true to urself and ur skill level.

lord the times ill go to a blog with a container theme with a lot of blank links and lorem ipsum still in the tabs because the blog owner wasnt capable of utilizing the theme theyre using.

the f*ck

just write.

write anything. write the dumbest meta about how ur muse likes to eat cream cheese right out of the container and be proud of it.

[woodchoc-magnum]

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#5

This is the dumbest thing but when Buddie goes canon, all I want is a shot of them either getting ready for bed together or waking up in the morning - just the most domesticated shit imaginable where it’s all sweet and affectionate.

They are going to make each other so happy I swear to god

172 notes • Posted 2021-08-18 06:49:21 GMT

#4

Buck/Eddie, 20k, M Buck POV, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Getting Together

He doesn't want to go home.

He's bone tired; his head is throbbing and he's in desperate need of a hot shower and a long nap, but he doesn't want to go home.

Doesn't want to step over the threshold.

Doesn't want to set foot in the place that has never fully felt like home, even though it is… he's lived there for three years, after all.

But he still thinks of it as just a place to sleep.

He's torn inside, feeling like he should be elsewhere - feeling like something is missing, something is wrong, some part of him is incomplete and he's not really sure why. Everyone is safe and accounted for; everyone has gone home to their families… they've come through it again, and they're all fine.

But Buck's not fine.

He hasn't been fine for months. Maybe he's never been fine in his whole life.

Read on AO3

172 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 10:40:12 GMT

#3

People on Twitter are saying that your fic predicted the expendable line?? 👀

Yeah, apparently! I had totally forgotten about that.

It's in the first fic I ever wrote -> Don't Worry Baby (Everything Will Turn Out Alright)

This is the chapter

And this is the part:

"And you think I can't do this without you?" Eddie asks, but he's not angry, merely questioning, one eyebrow raised.

"No, I think you and I are a great team." Buck swallows hard. "If Bobby had been there, Chim would've been in the ambulance with Hen, and you would've been beside me. And it would've been worse, if you were there. If I take the hits, you get to go home to your kid."

"You make it seem like your life is meaningless," Eddie points out. "That it doesn't matter what happens to you."

"It doesn't. I don't care about me."

Suddenly Eddie is blinking back tears, and he looks furious. "I care about you," he whispers, swallowing reflexively. "Shut the fuck up if you think your life is meaningless. God, you make me so mad."

"Eddie—"

"That kid, that kid over there thinks you're a fucking superhero," he continues, choked up. "He talks about you all the time. His Buck, when is his Buck coming over, when are we going to see Buck, what's Buck doing today, how was Buck today, can Buck come and live with us – that kid, that kid—" and suddenly he's crying, both hands pressed to his face.

Buck just stares at him in shock.

"I'm his father, but you are the sun and the moon and all the stars," Eddie finally chokes out. "And he just lost his mom. He can't lose you too. You are not fucking expendable, Evan."

At the use of his name, Buck freezes. Eddie has never called him by his Christian name. Eddie is practically shaking with rage, tears streaming down his cheeks. Eddie, who is still grieving the loss of Shannon, who has had to put up with Buck's shit all year, has finally had enough.

192 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 23:53:48 GMT

#2

For all your anti-Ana fic needs...

let me roll it to you angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, jealousy (22k, 2/2, M)

In which Eddie starts dating Ana and Buck starts dating around; Eddie does not cope that well with change, Buck is oblivious and everyone else thinks they're a pair of idiots.

alone again tonight with you angst with a happy ending, pining, jealousy (37k, 3/3, M)

In which Eddie and Ana are dating, Buck is secretly in love with him, and Christopher isn't handling it well.

try to love me if you can angst with a happy ending, pining, jealousy (44k, 6/6, M)

In which Eddie is trying to date Ana and cling to Buck at the same time, and Ana is threatened by Buck's relationship with Eddie and Christopher. This fic picks up immediately after the Buck and Christopher scene in 4x08. the dream you wish will come true Christopher Diaz POV, getting together, mutual pining (30k, 3/3, M)

In which Christopher Diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when Evan Buckley is right there.

197 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 13:04:24 GMT

#1

Maybe Buck just fundamentally doesn't know what falling in love/being in love is like.

And he thinks this is it when it's fucking clearly not.

208 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 02:33:17 GMT

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[alittlebitmaybe]

making concessions

so i, uh, maybe wrote the nichest, dumbest cracky au ficlet in the world. i blame @yoursummerfrost who is possibly the sole audience for this. i hope you’re happy.

anyway, this is what i described in this post, aka “Geralt and Jaskier meet at a Magic: the Gathering tournament that Jaskier has no business being at but somehow he beats Geralt and then they try to have sex in the bathroom”

featuring a complete disregard for like, legal cards or real decks or any actual knowledge of MTG tournaments beyond living with someone who plays it a lot

rated M for like frottage and marking and stuff

--

“Fresh meat,” Yen mutters, perched against one of the folding tables, knees spread. She punctuates it with a snap of her bubble gum.

Geralt folds his arms across his chest, eyebrow raised. “This is a low-tier Magic tournament, Yen, not a grade school playground.”

“Doesn’t make him not fresh meat. He’s gonna last five minutes, tops. Someone is gonna OTK that poor bastard.”

“We’ve all got to start somewhere.”

“That kid, Geralt,” she says, “is starting nowhere.”

The man Yen calls that kid does look more like he should be at Coachella than at a Magic: the Gathering tournament—bandana, loose tank top, cuffed jean shorts, and all—but, Geralt thinks, clearing his throat, he’s definitely no kid, not with the definition in his arms and the chest hair and the light scruff along his jaw. He is, though, going around and asking people to show him their decks, which he takes from them and riffles through clumsily while oohing and ahhing.

“Good for me, at least,” Geralt adds. “One less actual competitor to knock out.”

Yen punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Sure, if you can keep it in your pants. You just went all googly-eyed. Those baby blues suck you in already?”

He drags his gaze back to her. “He’s alright. If he touches my cards like that I’ll kill him. They’re worth more than his life.”

“I know, dear. I know. Well, gird yourself, because if you both win your first matches you’re against each other.”

Geralt smiles. “No problem. I’ve been playtesting against every meta deck for weeks. My win ratios are favorable against almost anything. This whole thing is mine.”

“Nerd,” says Yen.

Geralt tugs at the hem of her vest, and she kicks out at him with her boot heel. “You’re literally a judge here. You’re certified.”

“Exactly. I’m in a position of power, but you’re just here to show off. Nerd.”

“Keep it up and I won’t share the prize.”

“Half the prize money would barely buy me dinner at Applebee’s, but thanks anyway, darling. You can keep it, I think I’ll manage.”

And well, that’s fair, actually.

“It’s not about the money,” Geralt protests.

Yen snorts. “Obviously, or no one would be here. We all just bow to the whims of MTG. And thank them. And hand over our credit cards.”

Coachella man has dropped someone’s deck all over the floor and is apologetically gathering the cards back into a haphazard pile. The spectacle has drawn stares.

“Who’s the fool, really?” Yen asks. “Him, or us?”

“Hm,” Geralt replies.

--

“Geralt,” says Geralt. “Bant ramp.”

“Jaskier,” says Coachella man, smiling brightly and taking the proffered hand as he settles himself across the table. “Was that last bit English?”

“It’s…my deck,” Geralt explains dubiously. “Bant ramp? Green, white, blue?”

Jaskier pulls an impressed face. “They’ve got names for things like that? You really know your stuff, Geralt.”

“Uh,” says Geralt, nonplussed. “Yeah, thanks. What are you playing, then?”

“Oh, I’ve got this great deck! It’s got all the colors because I couldn’t pick just a few, and all the cards have such pretty art, you know? I had to put in the best ones. A few of ‘em are even shiny. She’s treated me well so far, this deck. I love her.”

Geralt scans down the list of players on his tourney pamphlet. Next to Jaskier’s name it says only Five color aggro???

Geralt huffs out through his nose. That is nonsensical, and—most importantly—not something he ever playtested against. But no matter what is in that deck, Geralt’s got this in the bag. There’s no way this Jaskier guy has the land base needed to support five colors. Especially if he chose his cards, apparently, based on the art.

Jaskier begins slowly pile shuffling his deck of utterly unsleeved cards. Not even inner sleeves, much less double sleeves. Geralt’s blood pressure ticks up.

“So, uh,” he begins, “you’re new to this, huh? What got you into Magic?”

“Ah, my friend Essi plays here and there, she mentioned this and it seemed like it’d be a lark. New experience and such. And hey”—Jaskier looks up and grins—“maybe I’ll win!”

Geralt thinks about the hours and weeks and years he’s spent studying cards and losing games and analyzing pro matches. “Good luck,” he says.

“Thank you, you’re sweet.”

Jaskier continues placing each card meticulously on its own stack. Geralt shuffles his own deck again and again as he waits.

“Do you want me to, uh.”

Jaskier looks up and says, “Oh, would you? That would be so helpful. I’ve never quite got the hang of the—,” he makes a riffle shuffle gesture, “—whole shuffling thing.”

--

He loses the coin toss, which, he realizes a few turns later, is not an auspicious beginning. But even with Jaskier on the play and him on the draw, certainly it won’t make that much of a difference. Not when Jaskier has to squint at his hand like he’s reading all the card texts for the first time ever. At one point he even goes “Oh, that’s an interesting one,” as if surprised. It cannot make that much of a difference to go second.

And it doesn’t. Because he can’t draw shit to save his life.

While Geralt draws white mana after white mana, Jaskier throws down creature after creature, ignoring effects and the stack entirely in favor of big numbers and building a “board aesthetic.” Whatever the fuck that means. He drops a land on every turn and his mana costs curve out perfectly, despite the stretch over five fucking colors. It’s nothing short of miraculous.

Finally, Geralt is staring down a board of attackers against the lone creature he’d managed to play, and Jaskier says “Ooh, I’ve got enough of the land thingies to play this fella!” and drops—of all fucking things—a Craterhoof Behemoth. Like Geralt isn’t already nearly dead on board.

Geralt eyes the board wipe in his hand that—for fuck’s sake—requires blue.

A single blue mana needed, and a stack of Plains in front of him a mile high.

“It resolves,” he grumbles.

“Woooooo,” says Jaskier. “I mean, that’s good, right?”

“Yes,” says Geralt. “For you.”

He’s got one more draw step to try to dig for an Island. One fucking Island, a fetch land, a mana-producing artifact, anything. He’s spent way too much money on his mana fixing for this to happen.

On his draw, he takes into hand a worthless green creature.

“Fuck!” He scrubs a hand over his face, drops his hand onto the table. “That’s the game. Good one.”

Jaskier looks confused. “What do you mean? You mean I win? But I didn’t get to, you know.” He mimes pushing his attackers across the table like an advancing army. “Kill you.”

“I’m dead on board and have nothing.”

“But I wanted to attack with my big fella!”

Geralt sighs and faintly hears Yen laughing her ass off down the table. And they play out Jaskier’s turn. In which Geralt immediately dies.

As Jaskier celebrates and gathers his cards, Geralt levels him with a tired stare. “Look, be straight with me. Is this a fucking hustle?”

Jaskier laughs brightly. “What, didn’t think I could play, eh?”

“You can’t,” Geralt says. “Obviously. Unless it’s a hustle.”

“No hustling here!” Jaskier then wiggles his eyebrows lasciviously. “Unless you’d like to hustle me later. If you catch my drift.”

Geralt does. “That is not a real come on.”

“Sure it is, since you know I’m coming on to you.”

“Let’s just play out the match,” Geralt says with finality.

He’s down one, but he just needs two wins. Two wins against a deck that will, eventually, be inconsistent and impractical. He shuffles his own deck—tested and massaged until its consistency holds up to real life statistics—four times, just to make sure.

Then Jaskier holds out his deck and Geralt begrudgingly shuffles that, too.

“You have nice hands,” Jaskier comments, following his fingers on the cards. “Big. Strong. Capable.”

“Shut up,” Geralt mumbles, and pretends to ignore it when Jaskier says, Yes, sir.

--

He loses the match on game two, and it’s his own damn fault, this time, because Jaskier drops an infinite combo and doesn’t even realize it until Geralt opens his dumb fucking mouth.

“There it is,” he groans, resigned, as Jaskier lays down the last combo piece. “Lucky draw.”

“Eh?”

“You comboed out?”

“Eh?” Jaskier says again, fingers still on the card like he’s thinking of taking it back, face utterly perplexed.

“You—holy fucking Christ.” Geralt throws his hands in the air. “You don’t even know you have that combo, do you.”

“I—do not, per se, know that, no.”

“That effect will untap your artifact, which lets you—oh, who cares. Fine. You win. Congrats.”

Jaskier’s expression brightens. “I win? Really? But I didn’t even attack!”

“You win. Really.”

Geralt wants a beer.

“Oh!” Jaskier is now beaming. He glances at his watch, a gold-trimmed gaudy thing. “Well, that was quick. We’ve got some time before the next round, if you wanna—uh—”

“Yeah,” sighs Geralt. Heat curls in his belly alongside the mingled anger (shame? embarrassment?) and disappointment. “Whatever.”

Might as well.

--

Geralt shoves Jaskier back against the bathroom door as he locks it, and Jaskier promptly wraps his legs around Geralt’s waist. Without a moment of hesitation Geralt leans in, biting at Jaskier’s lips, feeling arms circle his neck and hands weave themselves into his hair. Their bodies align perfectly and when Geralt thrusts forward, Jaskier gasps into his mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah, like that.”

A growl leaves Geralt in response, frustration with this stupid, clueless man bubbling up within him. Jaskier tastes like red Gatorade and smells like that body butter Yen keeps on her bathroom counter.

It’s less off-putting than it should be.

He keeps going like that, not because he was told to but because it’s infuriatingly good, Jaskier’s body warm and firm and pliant against his as he rolls his hips.

“Oh, God,” Jaskier groans on a thrust that results in a particularly good drag, which separates their mouths enough for Geralt to redirect his attention. With one hand he drags down the idiotic bandana tied around Jaskier’s neck and starts to suck harsh marks into salty skin. Jaskier keeps up a noisy litany of gasps and muffled, bitten-off encouragements. “Oh, that’s—good, fuck—your mouth—like it rough, don’t you…”

Geralt doesn’t particularly like it rough, actually, when he hasn’t been fucking hustled at his own game, but Jaskier still doesn’t seem to have caught on to the part where Geralt is sort of fucking furious about this whole situation.

Instead of explaining himself, he just bites down on Jaskier’s pulse point and curls his hand around Jaskier’s waist where his shirt is rucked up, nails digging in.

“Yeah—” Jaskier says, and tugs at Geralt’s hair, and then there’s banging on the door.

“We can hear you, assholes. There’s a line out here and we gotta piss,” an angry voice calls from the other side.

“Use the ladies’!” Jaskier yells hoarsely. “There’s never anyone in there. This one’s occupied.” Geralt moves against him again. “Oh, that’s—more.”

“No,” says the angry voice. “No more.” Another round of banging. “We’re calling property management. They’ve got a key.”

“Shit,” Geralt says, dropping Jaskier, who makes an indignant noise. He unlocks and opens the door.

There is, in fact, a small crowd around the men’s room, headed by a red-faced man half a foot shorter than Geralt.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” Geralt says.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” the man sneers back.

“Technically,” Jaskier pipes up, straightening his bandana and swiping at his hair, “nothing ever came out of any pants.”

“Jaskier,” says Geralt, “don’t help.”

An official-looking group of people rounds the corner, accompanied by Yen, who spots Geralt and nearly falls to the floor in a mirthful fit. He rolls his eyes.

The officials don’t like that at all.

--

A few months later, Jaskier kneels on the other side of Geralt’s coffee table, considering his hand. He licks his lip and taps a few lands to place an enchantment, which Geralt promptly counters.

“You and your fucking—control decks,” Jaskier sighs. “Let me play one some time.”

“Make your own,” says Geralt. “You can use my collection.”

“Ah, maybe I will, and then you won’t be able to play anything at all, ever, and how would you like that?”

“Do you have anything to get rid of my flyers?”

“Unfortunately, no, Geralt, I do not, or I would have played it by now.”

“Then you should probably concede.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He picks up his cards, sleeved properly, and slides them over to Geralt’s side. “Shuffle please.”

Geralt shuffles them.

“Shame we can’t go to the tournament today,” says Jaskier wistfully. “Banned. What rot. We didn’t even get off that day. Rudely interrupted.”

“Yeah, well, someone had no business being there, anyway.”

“I still think I could have gone all the way. Beat you, didn’t I?”

“Haven’t since.”

“Only because you learned my tricks.”

“Jaskier, you don’t have tricks.”

“Exactly.” He smiles, and Geralt can’t help but smile back. When he places Jaskier’s deck back on the table, Jaskier’s hand rests on top of his. “I am, though, Geralt, absolutely thrilled that we met. Whatever the circumstance. Or consequence. If it needs saying.”

It doesn’t, but Geralt meets his eyes and says, “Yeah, me too.”

[heavensickness]

Hi there, I'm Zerina. :) I have been following you for a while now and somehow, during this whole time you have managed to become a very dear character/person to me. So, without making this more awkward, sugar-coated and cringy let me tell you I like you alot and I would really appreciate if you would suggest me some good webtoons. I've lost the patience to search around and you're the first who came in my mind. i trust you and your choices

omg 😢😢😢 i also notice you in my notifications and i know your url, thank you so much for being so kind ⚘💕⚘💕⚘ I'll make a list of my fave webtoons for you now

(Ok I tried to categorize them into genres etc. but I realized that almost all of them have mixed genres so this is a random list)

I Love Yoo (slice of life, drama, comedy, romance if you ship hard enough?)

Devil No. 4 (supernatural, romance, tragedy imo)

Annarasumanara (just. one of those stories that make you question your whole life)

About Death (Literally about death and afterlife)

LESSA (Post apocalyptic, kind of cyberpunk, action. Continued in LESSA 2: The Crimson Knight)

DEEP (Horror, thriller)

Distant Sky (hooo boy this was the first webtoon that I've read and it fucked me up. Post-apocalyptic. Actually, it takes place during nuclear apocalypse)

Duty After School (About student soldiers fighting unknown, alienlike orbs. A big metaphor for politics and the war in Korea actually. It kinda reminded me of Battle Royale. Action, tragedy)

Chiller (Short horror stories)

Unknown Caller (Short horror stories with EFFECTS so it can make you shit yourself a little if you were not ready)

Shriek (Again, short horror stories with effects)

Friday: Forbidden Tales (Amazing horror/bizarre stories. The author must be a genius. Some stories are explained in the comments. Some of them got me rethinking my whole life lmao)

Bastard (Iconic manhwa. Thriller, horror, drama)

Sweet Home (From the author who wrote Bastard. Again post-apocalyptic with monsters in an isolated apartment. Horror, action, thriller)

Winter Woods (Frankenstein's Monster; but make it kind of romantic and heartwarming)

Live Forever (Tragedy, thriller, scifi in sense of vampirelike creatures?)

Your Letter (So wholesome it makes you cry. Please read)

Spirit Fingers (Also wholesome, about finding true friends and overcoming your insecurities. Also with the CUTEST and DUMBEST main couple)

Fragmented (I'm really curious about how will this one unfold. Includes some triggering topics such as personality disorders, ptsd and self harm but the author always puts trigger warnings and minimizes the triggering scenes. Very interesting, beautiful and heartbreaking story)

Yuna and Kawachan (Ayyy the cutest art style with cutest main characters: A teddy bear mascot with ptsd and a smol schoolgirl fighting aganist horrifying mutants in a post apocalyptic world)

Version Day and Night (One of the few webtoons that got me laughing out loud. Slice of life with comedy, but it seems like there will be deeper themes in the future 👀 Main trio is the cutest)

Unlovable Replacement (Romance. I've been reading it since it was on Discovery)

True Beauty (Romance and bomb ass makeup tips. The art and the coloring is amazing)

The Girl Downstairs (Romance? I feel like it will turn into a dysfunctional, fucked up yet interesting relationship later... Ok I'm not giving spoilers lol)

Wind Rose (Mythological, fantastic love story)

Brass & Sass (The lighthearted, fluffy, band geek kind of high school love story that I never had...)

Edith (Drama, romance)

Freaking Romance (Parallel worlds, romance, there's a hot ass lesbian in it)

Cheese In the Trap (Has the best psychological portrayals and analyses ever in a romance webtoon. Periodt! Main theme is romance but there is so much more to it. I used to be crazy obsessed with it)

EMPYREA (Cyberpunk and fantastic with amazing art but it hasn't been updated for awhile)

Oh! Holy (Romance and comedy. It might seem like a cliche romance anime at start but keep reading, it's literally so fucking funny)

Love Advice from the Grand Duke of Hell (Iconic webtoon. The title explains it all)

Tales of the Unusual (Second webtoon that I've ever read, still one of my favorites. Short, really bizarre and interesting stories)

Bad Signs (Zodiac sign comedy)

Ghost Wife (Romance, fantastic? Idk. About ghosts)

Melvina's Therapy (Horror. Tbh I didn't understand most of it bc I'm stupid but I liked the vibes)

Daniel (Victorian thriller-horror)