#gonna miss it for this reason and this reason only

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which ceo!gojo satoru came to a conclusion that you like him because one: you came to work on valentines day (to see him?) and two: you gave him chocolates (girls give chocolate to their crushes so...).

you were growing old. not that old because you were only pushing your late 20s.

but you were growing old for love.

it doesn't look like it but you had a whole plan for the future. getting married at the age of 26. build a home with a fence and a dog. start to have kids at the age of 28. and living happily ever after with your dear family.

but how old are you now? 29.

you told your self that it's fine. that love should not be rush. having a family should not be in a rush. the right time will come eventually.

but when exactly? you're getting anxious for waiting for that miracle to happen.

it's probably your job that's holding you down, it might have been hindering you to meet your prince charming. but thinking back... there were only a few guys who actually confessed that they like you.

but you didn't like any of them so you rejected all of them.

god, you wished you gave them a second thought. you didn't get the chance to date with someone because you were preparing to enter your professional job. and look where it brought you to?

“no boyfriend,” you palmed your face with your elbows on your desk. “is this karma for rejecting everyone?”

you shake your head. “i'm jealous. they're all gone to celebrate valentines day while i—”

you peek at the bright screen of your computer.

“...stayed for a job.” you groaned.

worst of all, you actually like your job. and you thought it was so nerdy of you to spend valentines day for this job.

“it's fine, i'll get the paycheck for today anyway.” you nod, feeling convinced with that reason.

“mh? oh, you're here?”

you lowered your hands to look at the person on your side. and here you thought there was another employee in the office besides you. turns out it was the ceo, sir gojo.

though he always tells us to just call him gojo because quoted "his father is also sir gojo". the other employees would just shrug it off playfully and continued to call him sir gojo.

you nod at him. “good morning, sir.”

he raised a brow and darted his eyes on the screen of my computer. i followed to look at it as well.

“you're not celebrating valentines? thought i chatted on the group chat that everyone is feel free to have the leave today?”

you nod again. “yes, sir. you also sent a message that if anyone is free for today, they're free to go to work.”

sir gojo:

happy valentines, everyone! since it's the day of hearts, i'll be treating your hearts well and announce that everyone can take a leave from work today!

aren't i the bestest of the best boss all of you have? 😎

everyone can go back to work of the 15th of february. just don't forget to bring chocolates for me!!

but if you want to be miserable, feel free to go to work 😟 you'll get an extra pay for helping out on valentines, though 💰

so choose! chocolates or paychecks 🤑

your peer employers reacted a laughing emoji and some thanks him. you got a feeling that some people took this as a sign to sleep all day and probably not celeberate valentines.

you couldn've done that as well. but you were just gonna be depressed in your bed so instead of that... you got up and went to work.

...when you suddenly feel his eyes on you. you took a peek, not moving your head, to look at him. and his face shows he was actually shock to me being here.

i took my bag and start rummaging for something.

“i did but woah... someone actually came? and it's you, miss y/n?”

“it's all good. i was in the mood for a productive day anyway.”

“don't you have... you know,” he shrugs. “a special someone to spend valentines?”

you mirrored his action. “don't have one. kept wishing on it though.” you let out an airy laugh.

you pulled out a small bag of chocolates and handed it out to sir gojo. he looks at it and his eyes slowly widens.

“happy valentines day, sir gojo.” you smiled politely at him.

his lips parted. “oh shit... do you like me?”

you blinked.

“do you wanna have a date today?" he added.

“i'm sorry, what?”

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[godmadeaterribleerror]

On My Way - A Babylon the Great Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Author's Note: Request from my love Queercodedwords! I've always said he does this, and I meant it. enjoy!

Chapter title from Only Exception by Paramore

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Sam and Dean work a case, and Dean gets distracted by fruit. place around Chapter 23. Usual warnings.

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, angst, fluff

Read on A03!

Dean hadn’t known there were so many fruits in the world. He’d been scanning Sammy’s old World Atlas, poured over the internet, and flipped through an old plant book in Bobby’s library, and there were so fucking many.

There couldn’t be a good reason for this many fruits. Apples and cherries were all a man could goddamn need. 

Not all.

There was one fruit—one didn’t even know the name of—and he needed it more than anything.

It was making cases harder. All this fucking fruit, filling up a whole damn aisle of this haunted store. It was distracting. 

Dean was supposed to be talking to employees at the mall. Figuring out who the hell this ghost was, so they could burn the son of a bitch and get back on the road. Back home, to Her and Bobby.

Mostly Her. 

Dean really fucking missed Her.

They’d already be done, if She was on this case with them. Sammy wouldn’t have to hide in the bathroom to call Her—something about if he did it in front of Dean, Dean would try and talk to Her and nothing would get done, which was bullshit—and Dean wouldn’t be waking up every morning with a feeling like an iron poker was being shoved down his throat as he rolled over, and She wasn’t there.

She was safe. He had to remind himself that She was back at Bobby’s, and safe. It was the safest place for Her in the world, She wouldn’t run away when Bobby needed Her, and Dean would be home soon. He’d hug Her, tell Her about the case, and talk Her into taking a night off from research.

They could watch Indiana Jones, or more Scooby, or—if he could bribe Her with candy and the new book he’d bring Her—Dr. Sexy.

He should bring Her back a book. And maybe some nail polish too. Or lip gloss. She always liked that stuff, and Dean lived for Her, but he didn’t know the first damn thing about makeup-

“Sammy.” He grunted, and Sam frowned at him over a pile of watermelons.

The fruit wasn’t watermelons. Too watery.

Dean said Her name, and Sam’s frown deepened.

“Is she-“

“She’s fine.” Son of a bitch, She better be fine. “You know what lip gloss she uses?”

Sam blinked at him. “No? Why the hell would I know that if you don’t-“

“Cause it’s a girl thing.” Dean gave Sam a wide grin, and got only a flat look in return. 

“If either of us is gonna know, Dean, it’s you.” Sam looked back to his stupid little notebook with a smirk. “I’m not the one who stares at her mouth all the time.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re not denying it-“

“I’m gonna kick your freakin’ ass up your mouth-“

“Sure, man. Can you do it after we finish the case?”

Dean scowled, and turned his focus back to the fruit. He��d look around for what to get Her later. 

She used those bee-wax stick things a lot. He’d recognize it, if it was put in front of him. Or he could call Cas and ask if he knew-

The case.

Dean couldn’t go home—to Her—until they finished the case.

But it wasn’t moving fast anyway. And they were still in the fruit aisle. It was a good opportunity to just check, to make sure he hadn’t ruled something out of Her fruit smell that was obvious. And Sammy has this handled. 

Just a salt and burn. Dean’s services weren’t needed.

So he picked up an orange, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and took a deep breath. Citrusy. Tangy. 

Not Her. 

Neither were the apples—Dean had smelled a lot of apples before, but this store had something called Pink Lady apples, and he’d never smelled those—or the cherries. But those were too obvious. Dean wasn’t a fruit genius, but pie had fruit in it. He would’ve recognized the taste of Her if it was some sort of a common fruit. 

But it had to be something. And this store had figs, and Dean had never smelled figs before. His handful was still small, and he ducked slightly to hide himself from view and-

“Dean.” Sam materialized behind him, and Dean froze. “What are you doing.”

“Uh- Grocery shopping.”

Given the look on Sam’s face, the lie didn’t land. “For figs.”

“And?“ Dean shrugged. “A man can’t eat a freakin’ fig?”

“Dean.” Sam gave him a flat look. “You hate figs.”

“Wrong, Sammy. I’ve never had figs.”

“Yeah, and you’re so adventurous with your food. Is there secretly bacon in there or- Fuck-“

Dean threw the figs at Sam’s face, and laughed as one hit in square in the nose and split open. 

Sam wiped a little juice from his face with a glower, and Dean’s grin grew. “Dean-“

“Yeah, yeah, the case.” Dean held out his hand. “Can I get them back?”

“No.”

“But I gotta- C’mon man, I’m helping you clean up-“

“No, you’re not.” Sam gave him a flat look, wiping a little more away. “I know what you’re doing, Dean. And it’s not fig.”

Dean froze. “So you know-“

“Nope.” Sam shrugged. “Because I don’t smell her. But she doesn’t eat a lot of figs.”

Shit. She doesn’t. And Dean could smell the fig off of Sam, and it wasn’t right either. 

He’d figure it out. Eventually, Dean would figure out the goddamn smell.

He wasn’t sure what he’d do when he did. He might have to buy some of those scented candles, or a car freshener, or figure out if he could make a pie with whatever it was. Finding out might actually be worse. He’d was already sort of freakin’ crippled by the smell. Being able to hold it in his hands might be a problem.

It would save time, though. Because they kept moving through the mall, got closer and closer to wrapping up the case—ghost of a murdered janitor out for revenge, just a salt and burn—and ended up at one of those fancy soap and lotion shops.

This could be it. It might not be a lotion, but these things were filled with strangely titled shit like Arabian Nights—they couldn’t be that different than American nights, but maybe there was some sort of desert fruit—and Sugar Cane Sparkle, which was very pear-ish.

It wasn’t pear. Dean had ruled that one out a while ago. Strawberries were also long off the table, but Strawberry Summer did have a sort of vanilla-y smell that made it feel like She was next to Dean. Black Oceans was salt and citrus, but it wasn’t that, and Orchard Butterfly was honey and apple-

Dean smelled that one again. It wasn’t it, but it wasn’t not it. There was a candle, too. Maybe She used the candle. Or the weird tube of sparkly hairspray-

“Dean.” Sam muttered, and Dean frowned down at the hairspray. She used hairspray. He was pretty sure She used hairspray. 

But She used a fancy looking brand that She stole—borrowed, Her voice corrected in his head—from that fancy store with all the silk curtains and no windows-

“Dean.” Sam hissed, yanking the spray from his hand. “People are staring-“

“So?” He grabbed the spray back, then held it up to Sammy’s nose. “Smell this.”

“I am not smelling a girl’s hairspray.”

“Why? You might need it, Baywatch-“

“We’re supposed to be working-“

“I am working. And we already know it’s the janitor. Got ganked by some asshole kids, trying to make them join him on the other side. Easy as pie, Sammy, now smell it-“

“No, Dean.”

“It’s easy, you just gotta-“ Dean angled it back to his own face, and took a deep whiff. “See?”

Sam sighed. “I know how to smell things. I’m just not doing this.”

“Don’t you want to know-“

“I really don’t. Because I,” Sam grabbed the hairspray, and set it back down on the self. “Am not in love with her. C’mon, I think I know where the next hit is gonna be.”

Dean scowled, and let Sam drag him out of the store.

The case. They did have to finish the stupid case. But-

“It just drives me insane, Sammy.” Dean grumbled, glaring around the mall. There was a blonde chick giving them fuck-me-eyes. He wanted to go home. “It’s not cause of- That. I just smell it all the time, and it makes me feel like I’m losing my freakin’ mind-“

“Have you asked her?”

Dean shook his head. “No. And I’m not going to. You know why?”

Sam sighed. “Why.”

“Because that would make me sound like a psycho stalker, Sam. Hey,” he said Her name, and his heart did a flip just from the fucking sound of it. “What fruit do you smell like? I’d figure it out myself, but I’ve tried for a decade and found nothing. See? I sound like I’m gonna murder her.”

“I dunno.” Sam shrugged. “I don’t think she’d read it like that.”

Dean didn’t want to think about if Sam was right. If he’d ask that, and She’d just tell him, and he’d get to have just a little more of Her. He’d never deserved any of it. 

But if he got it, he’d never hurt it. He’d curve around it to guard it from the mud. He’d dedicate himself to it, even though it was just a fucking smell.

He might become like a hound dog, with it. He already sort of was. She followed him into his dreams and haunted him on the wind, and he did creepy shit like smelling candles and girl’s body wash just to be a little closer to Her.

Son of a bitch, he really shouldn’t be trusted with Her. Nobody else could be—nobody else knew how to care for Her right—but Dean shouldn’t be. So he shook off Sam’s words, and kept his voice bored and firm.

“Well, I’m still not asking. She won’t know.”

Sam frowned. “What-“

“I already checked her bathroom.” Dean grumbled. “It’s not a wash or scrub or perfume. That’s just- It’s just her.”

“Yeah.” Sam snorted. “And you’re not a psycho stalker.”

Dean rolled his eyes, and shoved Sam to the side. “Focus, bitch. The case.”

Sam shrugged it off in a second, and—mostly—dropped it. There were some more teasing comments on the drive, but there were always teasing comments about Her. About how Dean had gotten that bee-lip-thingy, and a book, and he called with Her for an hour when they got back to the motel. 

He didn’t ask Her about the smell. He wouldn’t.

It drove him out of his mind, but it was still just Her. And Dean had never really cared to understand all the complex magic bits of Her, because at the end of the day She was Her. And if the smell was something supernatural, then one day he’d be on a case and figure it out. If it was just a rare fruit, he’d get to it eventually. 

As long as he got to keep dreaming of Her, and fall down into Her siren-voice and sweet smell, he was good. It was more than anyone else got. 

And Dean was Her’s no matter what. Maybe the smell was only intoxicating because it was on Her. Maybe it only existed for Her. 

That just gave him another excuse to kiss Her when he was allowed. To taste the fruit.

And touch Her.

Maybe eat Her alive, if he got the chance. Sprawl Her out on the bed below him, make Her moan his name, and taste Her however he’d be allowed. He’d always take whatever part of Her he was offered. Even if it was just a smell, that had haunted him into the grave and back. Even if he just chased it like a high with his cock in his hand, and Her name escaping his lips in the shower. 

Dean was lucky to get close enough to smell her at all. 

So whatever it took to stay that close, he’d do it. Until all that was left of both of them was a smell of fruit on the wind, and Dean’s bones wrapped over Her’s in a grave. 

End Note: He's a smart boi guys he's gonna get it one day.

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[yeonayearns]

Delinquent!Sukuna who always gives you a headache every single time.

Pairing: Delinquent!Sukuna x Student council!reader

content/warning: MDNI, fem!reader contains smut, Sukuna being a menace to you, doggystyle, rough seggs, teasing, cunnilingus, bending you over the table, kuna getting hard, oral (fem! Receiving), cumming

a/n: Might turn this head canon into a full fanfic with chapters..what do you guys think? (I did not proofread this)

Delinquent!Sukuna who always gets into trouble, you can’t even count how many times has he been sent to the principal’s office and then get scolded by you.

Delinquent!Sukuna who doesn’t give a damn when you’re scolding him, he just leans more into the small chair, complaining how his wall of muscles can’t fit in the chair.

“So? It’s not my fault you’re such a big back.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“What did you say? I’m not a fucking big back, it’s all muscles, brat.”

Delinquent!Sukuna Who keep itching for a fight while he was waiting for his detention time to end. He even tried escaping, but you did not give him a chance.

“It’s fucking boring in here, can’t even light up a cig in here without getting yelled at a millisecond later.”

“Why do you always keep getting into fights if the only result is you getting injured and detention?”

“I have my own reasons, mind your own business, brat.”

Delinquent!Sukuna who acts like he hates when you treat his injuries, but in reality, he finds it hot, always blushing everytime you touch him.

In addition, Delinquent!Sukuna gets hard when you touch a certain part of him, around his chest and neck. He may be purposely letting those parts get punched so you could touch them once more.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who gets impatient waiting for his detention time to end , having enough with your blabbering, he pinned you down on the table.

“Sukuna! What are you doing, mister?!” You said, trying to get him off you.

“You know fully well that you pushed my buttons too far, brat. You think getting away with scolding could save you?” He growled.

Delinquent!Sukuna who asked for your permission to make out with you, he might be a troublemaker, but he could never force you to make out with him.

Once you agreed to his request, he put his lips onto yours, kissing you with passion. He parted your lips with his finger as he was tongue kissing you.

“H—Haaah…Sukuna..what if someone walks in—“

“Let them walk in for all I care, mmm..gonna let em’ know that they’ve been missing out on you, but that doesn’t matter because you’re in my arms now..”

Delinquent!Sukuna Who lifted up your skirt, desperate to take off your panties. He’s been waiting for this moment, and when he finally put your panties to the side, and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it slowly, teasing you.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who was dirty talking to you while shoving his fingers in your slick pussy, fingers curving to hit your g-spot, making you arch your back in pleasure.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who fucks you doggystyle like his life depends on it, his cock going deeppp—inside of you, hitting all the right spots each and every thrust.

Delinquent!Sukuna who makes sure to hide the evidence of the messy fuck session once he made you orgasm at least 5 times. He also cleaned you up by licking your pussy clean, your poor overstimulated body still arching as he laps your juices mix with his cum.

Delinquent!Sukuna who acts all casual once the principal enters the room, acting like he didn’t almost just break you just now. When the principal asked you how was he handled his detention time, you couldn’t even say a word, just pure speechless, so he talked for you instead.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just exhausted from handling all her student council work. As for me handling the detention, I’d say it was pretty fun actually.” He smirked, pushing past the principal as he nonchalantly walked out.

That won’t be the last time he’ll rail you so hard that you will forget your duties as the council leader.

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[hellsballz]

progress pics, stuff related and yapfest under the cut!

good fucking morning

first of all. i know i said i would record and post speedpaints but i am very fucking stupid and only remembered that i promised that when i already layed out the flat colors. at this point this was still a doodle? thing? and i didn't think i would polish it so i just went yeah whatever no ones gonna watch that anyway. well guess fucking what i did polish it. oh well... sorry guys...

okay so this is the first progress pic i took - right after i realised that i should have hit record. i started with a black silhouette for this which is why morros face and sword of sanctuary where still dark. oh yeah this piece was meant to have the sword of sanctuary in it! i really liked the shape i went with at first but i will later remove it for reasons i will talk about later.

the thing i struggled here with the most wasnt actually the perspective or the proportions or anatomy (weirdly enough) but... his gi... yeah... my current morro design is a mix of his old gi and his new gi, so drawing his much simplier possesion suit was kinda weird to me. i wasnt sure what colors to use? i always gave him muddy and washed out greens but his s5 appearance has a lot of saturated dark greens. i made his legs (and just ghostly body in general if you look closely) very bright, and i wanted it to stand out, and i thought that those saturated dark greens wouldnt fit here. i got the shape of the gi right first try (which again is very weird), but i could not figure out how to color it.

i always make his clothes old and worn out and with many patches where they are missing fabric/where new fabric was sawn in. but i didn't know how large to make them here and how obvious they should be. ofc in the final piece you can see the big piece of fabric on his side, but his sleeves are two different colors too.

cape time!

i knew i wanted to draw him with his minifigure cape to fill out the empty space that his outstretched arm created between it and his body. but oh i was struggling...

here you might have noticed that i played around with the saturation of the colors on his gi (will elaborate later) and began to shade it where the light from his ghostly legs would hit. and i still hadnt touched that hand and forsaken sword of sanctuary LOL

idk if its obvious, i assume it is, i have never before drawn a cape. ever. especially flowing in the wind. this was a struggle. i had no idea what shape i really wanted because his lego cape lowkey sucks ass. like what is that. i also had no idea where i should put patches and holes in it, so this just looked super akward and i didn't know if i should make it seen between his legs if that makes sense? like. it just looked bad no matter what i did... and then my wonderful friend blessed me with his superhero autism and helped me with it. shoutout to szkicu i know you won't see this but you are my hero. he showed me examples of hero capes, send me tutorials and examples and gave me tips... without him this piece wouldnt be possible... he's da goat....

changed the background color slightly and took down the cape for a little bit so i could focus on other stuff. that other stuff being the saturation and texture of his gi. idk if you can see it but if you squint and look really closely at the final piece there is, in fact, some texture! i played with a random color tool in krita based off starlingstalk's (hi tilda if youre reading this!) tutorial that's on her profile. but like. loosely based i mostly did my own thing cuz im lazy. on the left its no saturation and texture and on the right 75% saturation and texture. at the end i landed with like 30% saturation and texture that you can barely see but it makes the colors of morros gi stand out more and makes them less muddy (i made them too washed out on accident but whatever) , also began to color and fix the lineart in some places! and still hadnt touched that forsaken sword of sanctuary.

at this point this doodle also appeared on my canvas. that i posted and it got 40 notes. what fuck guys stop liking that

anyways yeah this is the final piece! i finally removed the sword of sanctuary. oh my goddd it gave me suuuch a headacheeee. i could NOT figure out the hand placement and how to render the metal on that damn blade. whatever i did it always looked too bright and drew too much attention to itself. and the hand was terrible too... so i just deleted it LOL i had the change the current hand a few times but im happy with it.

i said this piece is weird to me because im actually very happy with it. i winged the proportions and the anatomy, i did not look at a single reference for the body, i somehow made the colors awesome? what the fuck?????

anyway as i was scheduling this piece i posted it in the ninblr discord server and asked what kind of emo poetic thought provoking description should i add to it and my friend cable (hi cable if you're reading this!) suggested "dad said its my turn with the realm hopping gem" which to me is perfect comedy but i already closed out of tumblr and was too lazy to log back in so i just doodled this in paint

ok. that is all. thank you for reading my total fucking nonsense

i have never drawn him without pants before and lately i've been seeing some older morro fanart where he is in his possesion form (famously, without pants) so i decided to draw him

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

lads boys during angry sex

disclaimer : MDNI | minors dont interact | explicit | mature | might be triggering for some - read at your own risk.

rafayel

the only time rafayel is not sassy, not dramatic as fuck. instead, his eyes are blazing, as if ignited by his evol, teeth marking your neck, hands gripping your thighs so tight that you know its gonna bruise.

you return his fiery gaze with your own defiant one, meeting his every thrust with your own, nails marking his smooth skin, legs locked around his waist, not giving in, not letting him win.

why was he angry? because you missed his calls and text messages and he was damn worried out of his wits that a wanderer has eaten you - yes, eaten, for dramatic reasons. and when you arrived at his mansion, no words, just marched towards you and grabbed you in a frenzy, intense kiss - not his usual gentle and soft ones.

your defense? your phone was set in 'do not disturb' mode, by accident. he could have let you explain, but given that rafayel hated waiting, you knew you just have to let his fire pass.

after all, angry sex with rafayel is one of your favorites because for once, the sassy painter's mouth is shut and silent. plus he doesnt treat you like a fragile, immaculate thing. its one of those when he fucks you stupid, legs trembling orgasm, knowing that you'd wake up with hoarse voice because you screamed his name all night long.

xavier

xavier shows his vulnerability when angry. and when he does, he loses his control - every bit of control.

angry sex with him means being overstimulated until your mind is totally blank, until he fucks you into apology and swearing you will not be careless again during missions, especially the ones where he is not there with you.

then what started as intense, would eventually lead to the softest, most intimate sex with him, where he'd let you be on top as he memorized every roll of your hips, every movement of your body, the way your lips part to an 'o' while he is seated deep in you.

usually, he controls the tempo, but when he is vulnerable, he just wants to feel the warmth of your body in the most intimate way possible.

zayne

zayne doesnt usually lose his temper, not unless you were compromised by your own recklessness.

and when zayne is mad, you already know what is next, and you cant help but become more cheeky, more sassy, just wanting to push his buttons until he snaps.

why? because you wanted him to let it out. you wanted him to express his deepest, darkest fears and thoughts - lay it bare for you to see. you'd stand there, matching his intense, angry gaze with your own challenging one - baiting him to just let it out.

and when he does? you take it. every thrust, every hold on your neck, every mark on your skin, every dirty whisper in your ear - you take everything.

and once he lets it out, he'd apologize and you will too. then you'd kiss him softly, not allowing him to pull away, and you just show him how important he is to you.

and in the morning, once you're both calm and level headed, you'd talk about it like adults, despite your aching limbs, reminding you of how he folded and split you the night prior... and he'd sigh, knowing that you're still thinking about it.

and he'd raise an amused eyebrow at you, "maybe if you'll promise to make better decisions, i can turn your thoughts into reality."

and you'd do just that so that you can have his lips on your aching core once more.

sylus

two things that make sylus mad : jealousy and refusing his pampering - hence not burning his unlimited wealth.

he'd take that as an insult, offensive.

especially when you use your own money to buy stuff - he'd give you a piece of his mind, while thrusting deep in you to make a point.

he'd keep his composure, his poise, but the way he tortures you - you know he is subduing you, punishing you, not because he is robbing you of freedom - no, not that, since he only has a couple of rules : make good combat decisions for your own safety, loyalty and let him love and spoil you. he doesnt keep you away from your friends - he'll even fund those getaways and girls night out.

so as you stood before him, trying to keep your pride and point, he stares at you with that all-knowing gaze, confident, cocky and devouring, ready to put you in place.

even if you try to dominate him, he'd let you just for fun, but he'd grab the reigns back and put you in place, hitting every spot that makes your toes curl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, hands holding on to his arms or shoulder for your very dear life.

and he doesn't let you hold back. he'd torture you, inch by inch in the most agonizing way possible, that you can feel every movement, every vein, every twitch - then he'd ram his length hard, and repeat the whole process - driving you insane.

he never considered you as trophy - never. but as his girl, he wanted the best for you. afterall, it's the main reason reason he stacked up his wealth. not using it is an insult to his hardwork.

"so you were saying?" he drawls, voice more husky and low than usual,.watching your lust-filled expression, knowing he has already won this argument.

caleb

an angry caleb means being under his control. he would show you who really owns your body, your lust, your release.

his voice is enough to make you obey, make you pliant.

and his eyes? they're dark, intense and commanding - the kind that makes a whole fleet tremble with just a single gaze.

he would lecture you and you would listen, watch his movements, how his fingers would dance teasingly on your skin, making you shiver, making you anticipate.

and when caleb is like this? you can't find any counter-argument. because he is right, and there is no point in fighting a losing battle.

you'd feel his lips trace your skin, then he'd mark your neck, soothe it with a swipe of his tongue. then he'd hold your neck firmly, controlling your airway, making you gasp as he'd kiss you, his tongue dominating yours.

it would make you light-headed, make you chase his lips as he pulls away.

he'd chuckle darkly, as he'd tell you that you were being difficult, as if you were testing his patience on purpose, as if you wanted him to snap.

caleb would take his time with you. he'd savor every bit of skin, but he will not touch the places where you're aching to be touched, not until you learn your lesson.

then once he starts to touch you in those places, he'll edge you, stop seconds you're about to come, and do it again.

and once you apologize sincerely, he will melt into your arms, then make love to you in the most intimate and sweetest way - as if he wasn't torturing you moments ago.

[luceleste]

The Devil You Chase

preview

mentions of blood and violence

monsterhunter!toji x vampire!reader

Toji knew he’d fucked up.

He should’ve killed you the first time he had the chance — when your throat was right there, bare and vulnerable beneath his blade.

But he hesitated. For a fucking split second. Something he’d never done before. Something he’d laughed at other hunters for — letting their instincts fail when it mattered most. But with you? Fast, wicked, smiling like a devil dressed in silk and red — you took that moment and ran.

You walked away with his blood on your fangs and a smirk carved across your face like you’d just won some cruel little game.

Toji didn’t give a shit about politics or vampire hierarchy, but something about this hunt had started to rot. The price, the silence, the way names kept changing without reason. And your face — always your fucking face — grinning like you knew something he didn’t.

So he started carving answers out of anyone who might’ve brushed shoulders with you. Biters. Leech nobles. Black-market blood traders.

Tonight, he’d gotten lucky.

The city never really slept, but this part of it had long been forgotten.

Four levels beneath a crumbling shopping complex, the air in the old parking garage was thick with oil, mildew, and blood. Fluorescent lights overhead flickered in broken intervals, humming like dying insects. Water dripped from a cracked pipe in the ceiling, echoing off concrete like a metronome for violence.

Graffiti stretched across the walls — gang tags, occult symbols, angry smears of red that might’ve been paint. Or not.

Broken glass crunched beneath Toji’s boots as he moved. The whole structure felt like it was holding its breath.

He didn’t care. He’d dragged the leech down here to bleed in private.

The vampire was slumped against the stained concrete, wheezing through broken ribs, arms twisted wrong, one fang missing — knocked out when Toji’s knuckles shattered his jaw.

Toji crouched in front of him. Bloody hands resting on his thigh, knife spinning lazy between his own fingers.

“You get one chance.” He said flatly. “You give me something useful, you walk outta here with your spine still inside your body.”

The leech spat blood, trembling. “You’re not gonna let me walk.”

Toji smiled, slow and humorless. “No. But you might crawl.”

He pressed the blade just under the vampire’s chin, lifting his face. “Now talk. You’ve seen her. You’ve heard things. I want everything.”

The vampire coughed, tried to laugh — but it came out cracked and wet. “I don’t know much… just rumors. The pretty one — they say she’s connected to Sukuna.”

Toji froze.

That name didn’t belong in this timeline.

It was myth. Legend. A warning scrawled in dead languages and sealed temples.

A simple bloodsucker like you? Connected to that?

His voice dropped, sharp and dangerous. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I don’t know how.” The vampire choked, flinching as the blade nicked his skin. “But they say she’s… tied to the seal. Not sure what that means, I swear—I’m just repeating what I heard.”

Sukuna had been sealed away for centuries. No one knew where. No one knew how. And no one dared ask.

Because the only reason the world still turned — the only reason people still breathed, loved, fucked, and feared in peace — was because that monster stayed buried.

Toji grinned.

So that’s why your name was worth a fortune. That’s why this job smelled like blood and secrets.

But still… not enough answers.

“Is that all you know, leech?” His free hand fisted in the vampire’s blond hair and yanked his head back.

The leech’s breath hitched. His voice cracked with panic. “That’s all I know—I swear! Please, man, I told you everything. I don’t know anything else. Don’t kill me, please!”

Toji didn’t blink.

He looked down at the trembling wreck of a body in front of him — bones shattered, face caved in, blood pooling like a slow tide—and felt nothing.

Begging never moved him. Especially not from a bloodsucker.

“Yeah.” He said, almost thoughtful. “You did good.”

The vampire’s eyes flickered — hope sparking in them just for a second. But he didn’t even get the chance to hold it.

Toji drove the knife up under his chin, straight through soft palate and skull.

The body jerked once, then slumped forward in silence.

He wiped the blade clean on the dead man’s shirt and stood. No ceremony, no pause. Just business. Almost boring, honestly — he didn’t even know how to fight back. Probably too young to have any real power.

Now things made sense.

A mission this big — tied to something as massive as Sukuna — deserved more than half a million. Hell, it deserved a few extra zeros.

Toji pulled out his phone, blood still drying on his knuckles, and scrolled to the encrypted number in his contacts.

If his client wanted to play games, they’d have to pay more. And start giving real answers.

You weren’t just a mark now — you were a fucking threat.

So now he knew what had to be done. You had to die.

This was a fucking catastrophe in the making.

And he was going to end it before it started.

This is just a small preview, babes! But still, I hope you guys liked it! This one is going to be an oneshot and it’ll be +18! I might change somethings in this scene later

[yourfaveisintersex]

asking from a place of humility and genuinely wanting to know better/more, what does better care for intersex people look like? what actionable items can those of us who aren’t as directly affected by medical intersexism push for to increase quality of life for intersex people? if i were to have a child who came out intersex, are there safety plans i could put in place with our birth care team to prevent my baby from suffering genital mutilation? i don’t want my allyship to start and stop with “ur valid uwu,” i want to really meaningfully help intersex people, and i just feel lost on where to even start. i have really mild PCOS and aside from having more masculine features and some pain from cysts i otherwise function as a perisex person, but i want to do more to help.

(i also don’t mean to act like you the operator of this blog specifically have all the answers, i’m very open to hearing the opinions of other people, you just came across as knowledgeable and i thought you might possibly have some insight.)

Hoohkay this is gonna be a long one, especially because I asked for some help from InterACT's Discord server InterSpace to make a comprehensive answer! I'm also going to tag @interactyouth and @dhddmods as recommended by 'em for you to possibly check out, the first being... well. Duh. It's THE intersex youth advocacy group in the US of A, and the latter because I was told they're really passionate about ending all forms of IGM— and doing general activism. Hope y'all don't mind!!

Here's some more InterACT specific resources before I start getting into the meat & potatoes under a cut, to fill this out a little and make sure in case I miss anything, you might find it in any of these links.

Advocating Health Equity for Intersex Individuals by the HHS (link), hosted by InterACT as Trump's administration has removed it from the HHS's website

The Fight Must Include Intersex Rights brochure (link)

Know Your Rights: A Guide For Parents (link)

InterACT Legislative Toolkit (link) — In regards to legislation, InterACT recommends you work with an organization instead of doing so independently, as they've been doing it longer knowing the right arguments, and you can get the right context and support from an organization.

Obligatory "PLEASE add onto this post if you have something you want to share" especially because anon invites others' opinions, and I do too because I'm not a monolith nor do I know everything.

Claps my hands together, alright! Now that those have been dumped, let's get into a more personal answer, what I would say.

BODILY AUTONOMY! A LOOOOOOT OF ADVOCACY FOR BODILY AUTONOMY!! Would probably be my first point. It's something that's often ignored or disrespected in intersex populations, whether that be IGM as mentioned, but also just being able to choose what treatment you do or don't get. This should not only be applied to intersex people too, as this overlaps with those who are disabled and or have chronic illnesses (or anyone else who deserves a say in their medical treatment, which might as well be everybody!), especially when less-educated people believe most if not all intersex variations are disorders, and "disorders need to be fixed".

And in lieu of that bodily autonomy bit and choosing your treatment, I have a personal note that I believe people should be able to choose their hormones— both transgender and intersex people, or hell people not of either group and just want a different hormonal profile for whatever reasons. It's depressing that people assigned female are forced on estrogenizing treatments and assigned males forced on androgenizing treatments even if it makes them feel physically miserable, with no choice unless you do some finaggling about it or you go through the rigamarole of gender-affirming HRT treatment, IF that's even possible in your locale! I vividly always recall an intersex person on here, dabwax, how she was rejected on testosterone BY A NON-BINARY DOCTOR because she identifies as a cisgender woman, and had to struggle to get postmenopausal testosterone medicine. That's not okay, and shouldn't happen to anyone!

As another point to help, DO NOT SHUT UP ABOUT INTERSEX EXISTENCE!! We are often pathologized as mentioned above, as being disordered, broken, in need of "fixing" (which just means looking as perisex as possible). Or people spreading falsehoods on what intersex is. Learn what common misconceptions and stereotypes are and challenge them! Challenge the use of the H-slur and fu-slur, challenge the "um actually intersex people prefer DSD and are still male or female" TERF brainrot! Be loud and be an asshole about your advocacy and make people aware WE EXIST! (and you exist too. you'd be welcome into the InterSpace server for your PCOS as a variation (yes, even if its mild) and they could help you more with advocacy if you'd like 🫶 I link the discord server in my FAQpost!)

The more people know about intersex existence in its truth the more people who can fight for our rights, to not have our bodily autonomy violated as patients, to challenge false assumptions about others' bodies, to have more people realize they may fall under the catagory of intersex (because a lot of intersex people don't know it, even if they have a diagnosis, due to the pathologizing of intersexuality as a "problem needing to be fixed" and the sheer erasure of it), to BELIEVE OUR VOICES AND OUR EXPERIENCES AND NOT DISMISS US!! which is honestly another point to be brought up because oh my god perisex people erase and dismiss us so fucking much it's Unreaaalll you correct someone about their intersexism and they get mad at you like YOU'RE the unreasonable one. Like stop using AGAB as progressive versions of male or female. Stop that. Annoys the shit out of me AGAB doesn't inherently imply someone's body parts or life experiences I keep correcting people on it and they get pissy at me if I keep seeing people do that I'm gonna go crazy insane PLEASE call more people out on these misconceptions and not let people brush off intersex folks as an afterthought pleaseplease please

[fanghur]

Considering what (likely) happened to Summer, I think it's possible she learned it, but for largely obvious reasons (ie it hadn't happened yet), Summer missed the foil aspect and just saw tragic backstory.

Just rewatched all scenes that mentioned Summer, and Qrow said she was "a brat" when he and Ruby talk during the Licensing party in Atlas. This is the closest thing to a criticism about Summer so far, unless you count Raven thinking she's "too nice".

So, proposed theory, Summer learned about possible-team-SALM and missed the actual emotional beat for Salem. Confronts Salem herself, by herself. Salem gets offended because where does this brat get off trying to manipulate her into not avenging her long-dead friends and allies that were brave enough to face literal gods that took them, took her beloved, took her mortality-

Before I start writing an entire fanfic in a theory post, I'm just gonna condense it. Salem gets big-mad because How Dare, especially since Summer clearly doesn't care for teammates by coming alone, and intentionally or not (since Grimm stuff reacts to Emotion) covers and "converts" Summer into a Grimm. Could be an agent of Salem, could be Summer's just this painful husk of a Huntress that suffers in Salem's dungeon.

All because Summer found out, and assumed she was Salem's heroic foil because of hubris and savior complex.

Aside from fleshing out aspects of Summer and Salem that go against their respective narrations thus far, it would cement Summer as being far different from Ruby who just wanted to be "a normal girl with normal knees" that stood against Salem because someone has to, not because she's a Silver Eye Warrior or Great Huntress.

I'm curious about why you'd think Summer would, and be able to use, the Crown over the Lamp. Unless Oz hid the only relic in a way that didn't require the Fall Maiden, since I think age wise it would be whoever was before Amber. Seems like a lot of unknowns compared to Raven being Spring, and the Lamp having 2/3 questions when Ruby et al get to it.

Okay so here’s a REAL fun little theory extrapolating from all the parallels we’ve been seeing more and more of between Ruby and Salem:

As I’ve said elsewhere, at this point I’m pretty confident that Salem is Ruby’s true, ultimate villainous counterpart/foil, in the sense that Salem represents the ‘fallen hero’ version of Ruby. That underneath all the bias, propaganda, outright lies and general unreliable narration that the God of Light fed to Ozma, we’re going to find out that Salem was effectively the Ruby of her time. Uniting all of humanity in a war against a seemingly insurmountable foe who threatened them with destruction.

So if Salem was the Ruby Rose of her time, what if she ALSO had her own parallels to Weiss, Blake and Yang? What if she had her own TEAM?

What if during her journeys in the wake of losing Ozma the second time (or even the first time), Salem gained three companions whom she grew to befriend, bond with and perhaps even love, platonically or otherwise. The first and closest of the countless friends, allies and followers that Salem would assemble and unite in her battles against the gods.

The three closest friends that Salem would LOSE when the God of Light decided that his creations turning against him meant they lost their ‘deserving to exist privileges’.

I mean for one, we see Salem specifically having three main members of her inner circle.

Like we’ve always assumed the repeated use of groups of four people traces back to Salem’s and Oz’s four daughters, but what if it goes back even further? What if the original huntress team was SALEM and her three closest compatriots?

Now if you’re wondering ‘If these people were so important, why didn’t we see them in Jinn’s vision?’, well two things:

One; because Ruby asked Jinn “What is Ozpin hiding from us?”, so I’m willing to bet that Jinn’s vision only represented the extent of what OZ knows and believes. And let’s not forget that he just so happened to be DEAD for 99.999% of Salem’s whole conflict with the gods, baring those collective ten or so seconds where he was being repeatedly revived and unrevived by Dark and Light. And it’s pretty clear that ALL of Oz’s information on what happened while he was dead came second hand from Light, or at least the vast majority of what he actually BELIEVES.

Especially when we consider that Salem’s account of what happened is summed up in five seconds as ‘She said the gods were to blame for everything but she was TOTALLY lying. Now don’t read anything more into that.’ And considering GoL’s whole spiel about Salem ‘manipulating’ everyone, it makes sense that he would omit things like her having actually loyal friends and allies. Or maybe Light simply couldn’t be arsed to care or remember anything that specific about the puny, ungrateful creations that dared to defy him.

And Two; I think even in Jinn’s unreliable-narration-laden vision, we actually DO have some potential candidates. Remember those three prominent leaders we see Salem recruiting to her cause?

A European-style monarch with blue eyes and flanked with blue banners.

An East-Asian styled queen with a flower motif.

And a buff warlord with a prominent gold and brown color scheme in both his clothing and surroundings.

Sure it’s not much, but I think it’s just enough to for these three to be potential narrative parallels to Weiss, Blake and Yang. And that is ESPECIALLY when we consider just how much of Salem’s story was omitted from Jinn’s vision. That what we’ve seen so far is just the extremely generalized, summarized, propagandized, skewed-in-favor-of-the-god-of-light-ized version. If/When we get a big ‘once more, with clarity’ look at Salem’s story, it might turn out that these three seemingly generic rulers were MUCH different and potentially have much more notable parallels to Weiss, Blake and Yang, just like Salem has to Ruby.

[heartmilheart]

Queer Mike Wheeler

I swear some people don't understand how important it would be for Mike to be queer. I may be a little biased because I'm a big Byler shipper but there are so many hints that make him queercoded. He is more queercoded than Will, the CONFIRMED GAY CHARACTER. But people don't see it but that's also the point. Let me explain:

He has internalized homophobia and forces himself to be "normal" and live up to society's standards. He wants to be as normal as possible sexuality wise.

If he doesn't have internalized homophobia then it would mean that he became an asshole to his best friend, Will, and his presumed love interest/gf, El, for no reason.

If he doesn't have internalized homophobia/he isn't queer, it wouldn't make sense:

- that he couldn't hug his best friend who he hasn't seen in six months

- how both he and Will exaggerated the time that has passed since they have last seen each other. They DOUBLED the time, it's been six months but for them, it's been a year because they've missed each other

- that, despite Will thinking that he was being completely ignored at Rink O Mania, he described what Will was doing as if he's been observing him the entire time while he was supposed to have his attention on El

- when he and Will were arguing, Will said "what about us?" and he took it romantically, repeating the sentence "We're friends" twice, like he was trying to convince more himself than Will. Will meant the question friendship wise, but Mike taking it romantically might indicate that he has been questioning and thinking about their relationship that past "year"

- for him to have his eyes wide open when El kissed him in the last episode of s3 or for him to make that face after the kiss

- (still in the finale of s3) that he looked back at Byers's house for El because El didn't live there. He looked back for Will because he knows he'll miss him. You could also take this friendship wise but him being sadder for his best friend rather than his gf is very suspicious if you ask me 🤨🏳‍🌈

There are way more hints to prove he is queercoded but this isn't the point of this post, I simply went a bit off tracks.

I'm putting my whole trust on the Duffer Brothers for them to do the right thing because queer Mike Wheeler would show an experience for gay men in the 80s: suppressing themselves, trying to fit the "norm" and have a girlfriend. It would be very important for queer representation, not only in this show, but also in general because it's also "unexpected" because you wouldn't expect him to be queer because he hides his queerness in the safety of an hetero relationship.

I'm not saying mileven fans can't ship mileven, they can, but I'd like for them to understand the possibility of this, especially with that amount of queercoding, instead of saying "I won't watch the show if Byler happens".

Honestly, I think the Duffer Brothers are making it happen in s5, the last season, on purpose. What is Netflix gonna do? Cancel the show? Too late for that! It's already over!

If Mileven fans understand that queer Mike could happen and how great of an impact it would have, then I'm happy but for now I only saw two Mileven fans like that.

Anyways, heartmilheart out. Best believe I will make more posts about Stranger Things 😎 (I have some in mind already)

[eldritchl0ver]

Horror Hotel x Reader

(Basically reader ends up in a hotel inhabited by monsters *Wink wink*. I'm gonna be making this a series :) p.s this was written while listening to "clownfucker" if you wanna get the vibes.)

Your car had broken down and like any stereotypical horror movie you found yourself walking a dark forest road. The branches creak and contort as you walk by, your shoes kicking up loose grit and dust. Of course it didn't help that your phone was in the single digits in regards to battery life and the signal was non-existent out here.

It's not long until you're completely turned around. The road looks different, the airs thicker and you swear the moon seems larger than before. There isn't a sound from the forest other than the occasional breeze that makes you scowl as the cold spreads over your skin.

"Well this is just gre-"

You pause, heart leaping as you take in what's in front of you, a large hotel. It's architecture a blend of gothic and modern some how looking both well put together while also rundown.

Relief.

The lights were on and hopefully there would be at least one functional phone in the building.

When you enter reception it's silent, a flickering light overhead and- wait where those piranhas in a decorative fish tank? Admiring the strange décor you're only disturbed by the front desks radio crackling. Angry static grabs your attention and as you turn, there stands someone. They have a smile that's a little too wide yet somehow doesn't reach their eyes. The grin falters for a moment as they give the radio a knock which cuts off the horrid static.

"Silly thing, always on the brink."

The explanation matches the smile, something was off with this person. You reason that for a hotel in the middle of nowhere the workers must not get much socialization. Ignoring the festering feeling in your gut you press on.

"Sorry, I was looking for-"

"A phone."

The receptionist finished the sentence there eye contact unbreaking and stance still pin straight with their hands clasped behind their back. You confirm that they had infract guessed right, they simply gesture to the wall with a flat palm.

"Hmm, sure. The landlines over there."

Following their direction you see there's an old rotary phone hitched to the wall. Giving them one last glance you look at the phone and hover your finger over the number. You don't know how but suddenly you have a distinct memory of a break down service.

Punching it in you hear the phone ring a few times before an operator informs you that the phone is unable to handle any outbound calls.

You pause. Turning to give the receptionist a pitiful look, this older type of technology wasn't your forte. You turn to check the phone to make sure you hadn't missed something but as you're in the process of looking back a hand suddenly takes the phone from you causing you to let out a stunted noise of surprise.

The receptionist doesn't spare you a second glance, long dark hair covering their pale complexion as they raise the phone to their ear. There's a moment of silence, You stare at them and then back to the desk utterly dumbfounded about how they moved so quickly.

The receptionist straightens, their back turned to you. They seem to be having a one sided conversation that you can't hear all too well. One thing you do notice it how their shoulders seem to tense slightly.

They hang up with a decisive click. Turning back to you with the same smile and posture as before but this time there's an air of frustration you can just barely pick up on. What's with this guy?

"Seems phones are out, probably due to the weather."

There's a pause, your mouth opens to question what weather they were talking about. After all there was nothing but a cold breeze during your confusing walk here. Your mouth then immediately shuts as a loud crash of thunder rocks the room.

Raising an eyebrow as if to say "Told you so" the receptionist moves behind the desk and takes out a key. Holding it out to you, they wait while watching as you confusingly accept it. "A complimentary nights stay due to the circumstances."

Before you can even question it they continue.

"I suggest heading straight to your bed so you're fresh and ready to leave tomorrow. Don't detour."

That last sentence came out as more of a threat rather than a suggestion. The thought of walking out occurs to you but another loud clap of thunder dashes the idea quickly.

Your feet move on their own, it was late after all and you were tiered with no other options. Walking down the hall you pause hearing the the voice of a woman seemingly talking to herself about lost keys. After the interaction you just has with the receptionist curiosity about the type of people who'd choose to stay here got the better of you, you pop your head around the corner.

What you saw was no woman nor was it even a person. Eight spindly legs tapped anxiously on the hallway carpet her mandibles chittering in agitation. Her upper body was somewhat human but your mind grappled with the arachnid features that consumed her. Her head turned in your direction, and you barely registered the multiple sets of eyes before you scrambled back.

In your fear fuelled state you were unaware of the stairs behind you. Your brain struggling to comprehend that you were now in a state of free fall. The only thing in your mind was the Arachnid lady that stood seemingly just as shocked as you in the hall.

Whether it was from shock or from landing on your head, the world around you went black.

[chongoblog]

If I may inquire, which of your mashups would you say is your favorite?

Oooooh, that's a big question, especially since over the years I have literally made HUNDREDS of mashups (which is a lot to think about in and of itself).

I can try to narrow it down though. This is in no particular order

Polka For Another Purgatory: Honestly, this one makes for a good enough guide through my favorites. It was originally going to be another sillier part of the Polka With Original Artists series, but I found that I kept on just referencing my older mashups. So my solution was to turn it into a celebration of my mashups. God knows I was in need of celebrating myself. I'm super proud of how it turned out, with my only complaint is that it missed a couple mashups that I wish could've made it (some will be referenced here).

Super Smashup Ultimate/Kerfuffle: This one was my channel trailer for a long time for a good reason. It was ambitious and creative (both the original AND the version made to represent the characters of CPUK) and I still listen to both versions all the time!

Heaven Granted Fortune: Another one from Smashup that I'm really proud of. I've always loved the idea of taking convention and fucking with it. And the act of shouting out an obscure flash game in a mashup album surrounding one of the biggest games in the world while also utilizing its gameplay mechanics in a MASHUP is insane. I don't know what's wrong with me. I hope it never gets fixed.

Back 3 Back: My favorite track from Sonic Headrush. It helps that creating this album bumped up Back 2 Back as my favorite Rush track over Ska Cha Cha. It also helps that, to my knowledge, it's my first mashup with Caramelldansen, which I've found to be more and more fun to use in mashups.

Pleasant Day Drive: I think this might be my favorite mashup from Lakitu's Mixtape Vol. 1. Either this one or Greetings. Or a rainbow road one. Huh, I liked LM1 way more than I remember. Anyway! Pleasant Day Drive I think just hits the sweet spot of having enough chaos to keep you engaged while also being just a genuine joy to listen to. A lot of this probably stems from Shroom Ridge just being really really good.

MAD RAT PURGATORY: I think it would be illegal if I didn't mention this one. This was a mashup that I made back in 2021, and I remember getting emotional over it, since it reminded me that the spark wasn't dead (anyone who was there for CPUK20 may know the same thing happened when I premiered the first iteration of Smashup Kerfuffle). It had such an impact on me that I made a whole mashup album based on Mad Rat Dead and incorporated MAD RAT PURGATORY as a motif in and of itself that I still constantly reference in my work. I also want to mention One Of Those Mondays, since I've only loved that one more and more every day.

Lookin' Cool: Genuinely, I've wanted to make a mashup with Kakkoi for a LONG time. Glad I could make it happen! It's a good sign that I'm back. Also, I'm Jenny :)

Transcendental Fever Dream: I consider 2024 to be sort of when I start to wake up out of my depression. And while it doesn't lend itself to consistent creative output, my style of latching onto sparks of inspiration only to have people ask "how the fuck did you make this so quickly" really came in spades on this one. It's also kinda the beginning of my self-love phase (which would manifest as Polka For Another Purgatory and eventually my transition)

Behindtale (the mashup, not the album): The earliest mashup on this list. I talk about it in the premiere chat for Behindtale, but this one's important to me because I included songs that I remembered taking comfort in when times were rough. Especially since Undertale was one of those songs.

Windows 7 Startup (Slowed Down): I've talked about this one a lot, and I'm gonna talk about it again. Your fault for giving me the excuse anon. Windows 7 Startup (Slowed Down) taught me that my mashups could be ABOUT something. I'd made mashups that followed certain ideas and motifs and connected lyrics in funny ways. But W7SSD was ABOUT something. It was vent art. It was about my self-loathing and how I struggled with alcohol and how I felt trapped in this helpless cycle of hating myself and coping unhealthily because I didn't have the respect for myself to see a problem with that. It reflects a dark time in my life, but when I came out the other side, I left with the idea that mashups were far more than just Funny Haha Jokes. They were usually silly, yes, especially since I love using music known for being a little silly, but like....this has the capability to be more.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! I left out a lot of tracks that meant a lot Just to go down the line and fire off some honorable mentions: Undying Kermitment, Rocket-Propelled Grenade, Remix 200 Super Deluxe Ultra Special Plus, In N Out, Specifically Alternative Polka With Original Artists, MAD RAT NIRVANA, [Blocked] for Your Sanity, Take Control, Astrological Altercation, The Based Lands (need to upload that one solo), We Are The Crystal Gems (Improved)

[kylekellers]

“I didn’t say what body part.” He joked, voice lingering while biting his lower lip thoughtfully. “Your lips look like a place to land. I wanna do it while you hold my hand. I hope you know what I’m thinking about. I just really wanna make out.” It was cheesy, which was the only reason he went a little red, but he brushed it up with a giggled. “How was that?” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re a genius.” Like any teenager, Kyle thought he knew what he was doing, not thinking about any consequences. Bc ‘everyone did it’. “How much is a lot?” He asked. “I promise I’ll take the elevator if I need to go somewhere, but I’m definitely gonna try to stay in my room.”

“Well there’s liking as a person and then there's, like, like-liking like. Like, miss McCoy.” His voice was a playful dreamy sigh. The only reason he liked bringing her up is because Charlie knew about his crush. “Yeah, but it kinda sucks when I have to be like 'I wanna do things, but not all the things, just some of the things. so can we only do the things I wanna do and not the things you wanna do?' because they probably assumed I wanted to do more than what I actually wanted to do." Kyle nodded. "She's very nice. She's, like, a sweet girl."

"That reminds me, did you listen to that song I posted for your skin care routine?" Just then the song started playing. "That kinda sounds like a piano." He commented as the song began. "I have taken the quiz and I picked having good friends." He squeezed the other's hand, smiling. "Okay, time to get your results." He selected the last answer on the quiz and a split second later Belle popped through digital confetti. "You are Belle! You have the uncommon ability to see the best in everyone. You believe that everyone has a redeeming virtue and are considered incredibly empathetic by your friends." He read off the screen.

He smiled, but shook his head. "No. That was the very sweet kind of poetry." He held up his finger and contorted his body so that he could retrieve his phone without having to actually move away from Kyle. He tapped away at the glass and then grinned setting it aside. "I texted him so we should know the answer before you have to leave. See I'm so smart." Charlie wondered if maybe he was being a bit too protective of his friend, but decided not to worry about it. "Friend prerogative to worry about you. I mean have you had a lot to drink before? I knew a guy who broke a leg walking down stairs after a party and he was a frat guy who drank a lot." He didn't mention that he'd been there and had also been drunk, not wanting to set a bad example. He hid a smile behind his hand, before reaching down to take Kyle's hand in his. "Of course as a person. What else is there? You know you can be a friend who does 'things' with too. But I'll tell you the same thing I told you about us.... you don't have to decide ahead of time. You can just see what happens. Is she nice?"

"Absolutely. I mean honestly, I'm not sure he's a great singer, but I love Miles Davis and he was on the list so I'm totally, totally sure. His trumpet did his singing. Alexa, play Blue in Green." A familiar robotic feminine voice filled the space. "Playing Blue in Green by Miles Davis." The mournful strains of a trumpet fill the suite. "Okay, shoot this one is another really hard one. I mean, I feel like I've got my happily ever after and it's filled with my true loves in a caring relationship, friends, inner peace, and fulfillment. Which one should I pick? I guess I'll say the caring relationship one." He had Kyle's hand in his own and was playing with lacing and unlacing their fingers. "Have you already taken this quiz?"

[just-kiro]

Predictions for the end of the httyd books? (Only about things you haven't been spoiled on ofc, hopefully nothing has been 😭)

Thankfully nothing has been spoiled on me about the ending!

Well the obvious thing that we concluded from literally the first line in this series that dragons no longer exist, also Hiccup is King of the Wilderwest?. Now I'm not sure but I think that means the dragons live far far away in a place nobody can ever reach away from human civilization, the dragons absolutely CANNOT all perish bc I just won't accept that Hiccup would let the wrong people win.

Hiccup obviously set them free from viking's hands, but why? Hiccup believes humans and dragon can live together, so why are they all gone now? I don't understand. Toothless would NEVER leave Hiccup, it happened in the movie but my little stubborn rock head of a dragon Toothless would never, he has no reason to! so I hope he stays alive and Cressida won't pull off some sacrificing bs.

Hiccup will go through shit but somehow he'll manage to somehow heal Furious's broken heart like he always does and the dragons will be on his side (it sounds too nice to actually happen but we'll see)

Also I have a terrible feeling Alvin will be crowned king of the Wilderwest, I don't know how he'll get a hold of Toothless, I don't know how would Hiccup deal with that disaster, but I've seen that man escape the grip of death 5 times already (correct me if I'm wrong cuz I feel I missed one or two) and had managed to built an entire political party with a brutal army with the help of a half blind mother witch that cannot even walk properly, plus getting hold of 9 of the king's Things all while missing an arm, a leg, a nose, an eye and his hair. At this point I'm not too sure we're getting rid of him at the end, it's too good to be true.

And do you think Fishlegs would use his royal blood as an advantage? That would be very cool (regardless that his father is a commoner)

And last but not least, I've never believed Toothless is a Common-or-Garden, sure he looks like one that may be underdeveloped but come on it's been years and he still hadn't grown in size nor grew teeth (I think he had a fang or smt in the first book and it fell during the hunting competition?) not forgetting the dart on his nose, call him a Toothless daydream or whatever, but Toothless is too special to be ordinary, just like his master whom everyone thought was a weaker viking that never fit in but became the last great hero the Wilderwest has ever seen.

And.. that's it! Now the hard part is waiting and watching...

Dear oh dear is it gonna be hard.

[chaaistained]

from rivalry bonds ; my friendship w mariah

clarity/kpop dr

this is another post that was inspired by an edit i saw, which then spawned an edit idea.. but i felt like there’s some lore behind it that needs explaining ahahah

i went into it a little bit in my moodboard + desc. post abt clarity’s friendship but this is more focused on mariah and i

when we first met, we instantly knew we’d be competition bcs we were introduced to each other as vocalists.

i was two years younger than her and desperate to prove myself so i thought “ok, let’s become friends with this girl and see what her skills set is like so i can gauge myself and train accordingly”

mariah on the other hand heard ‘ she’s also a vocalist ’ and immediately was like “nope. i’m the gonna be the vocalist, i don’t want anything to do with her” and i lowkey respect that bcs why was my mindset more sneaky like tf T^T

constantly we were used as a comparison for each other, where i succeeded she would falter and where i fumbled she’d carry through, i think i genuinely hated her at one point bcs she was so talented (and while i was also very talented .. she was also older than me and more likely to debut first)

i think mariah’s animosity towards me was based on my need to always one up myself — if i was given criticism on something, id make it my mission to not only rectify that issue, but i’d do it so well that i’d have to be complimented on it — i had this childish need to be verbally validated not just to my face but in front of other trainees so they knew that despite my age, i’m capable of levelling with them

we were both immature in our own ways and we were uncomfortably similar so we felt seen in one another in a time where we didn’t want anything to do with each other 😭 but then they finally put us in a duet for a monthly eval and our harmonies continue to be talked abt and the clip continues to go viral years after we’ve debuted — vocal powerhouses for sure

that’s when the switch flipped and we let our musical sense drive our relationship rather than our need for validation and victory — at the end of the day, both of us were there bcs we loved music, art, performance, entertainment, we were creative people so we started to explore what it was like to create together, we’d practise together and request duets more often, we were falling in love with the way our voices sounded when harmonising, in a way we actually started to feel more confident if we had each other, side by side, a mic for each of us

and once we began to rely on each, we never stopped. we’re the duo in the group that got the most notice for how we make eye contact and seem to always smile supportively of each other while on stage together, mid-choreo and we’ll be communicating via facial expressions, it’s a problem

anyway, all this to say, our friendship is so strong because of the fraught beginnings — while my other members and i had good relationships from the start (and those relationships are still strong) mariah’s is special for the opposite reason entirely and i think that’s what makes our connection so interesting <333

you can find the edit that i scripted under the cut ≈

the only change i’d make to this edit is more scenes are used —

it’d start off with weird side eyes and blank expressions when looking at each other pre-debut

cut to the way we always look at each other adoringly, hands holding each other, hugs, laughs, random arguments that have us chasing each other around, huge smiles on our faces

i love her and miss her sm rn ☹️

[hheartsdramas]

feud episodes 11-12:

honestly i’m with tacky shoulder ornament guy. even if qingyue doesn’t have siling’s memories she’s obviously connected to her past lives and her past lives were murderous bitches

it only took almost 10 episodes but sml is finally on screen with fl again. he’s obviously going to devolve into dangerous demonic cultivation but honestly i don’t ship him with her any less than with the masochistic ml

oh she only killed him once? i thought it was at least twice

i don’t understand what ling’er’s motivations are but never say no to murder lesbians

get you a girl that looks at you like ling’er looks at her murder goddess

he’s just sitting there so sad on the stairs. like okay, ready to get stabbed again i guess

gotta admit i’m impressed by her long game

but whyyyyyyy does he deserve to die?

i still feel like i’m missing too much of the backstory to feel any way other than confused about this romantic memory interlude

so the flashback was to show they really did love each other at some point, but for fuck sake drama please give me some hints about what changed

this man has zero self-preservation instincts. but the other thing the flashback did show us is that he can go from fighting to fucking in under 3 seconds

i’m a slut for competence and confidence so i already much prefer stabby glare murder goddess to her hapless mortal act

FINALLY show me how it went down 460 years ago!

i agree with white haired lady but for very different reasons, these two are NOT cut out to be parents

if their relationship devolved because she wanted kids and he wouldn’t tell her he’s too scared because the maternal mortality rates in fantasy ancient china are sky high i may throw my computer out a window

so until now she’s been the one careless about mortal/innocent lives but the previews indicate HE was the one who was like “eh mortals, they’re gonna die anyway”

but i think we’re finally getting to a point where it’s less chaos and more romance? as ill-advised as that romance may be.

[jonquilyst]

Day 30 - Socialization Day

Can you believe TDS3 has been going on for an entire 30 days? It seems like just yesterday we were having our very first socialization day with all 18 contestants!

But the reality is that we're nearing the end of the season, and only 4 contestants remain. Thankfully things are convivial on the plane; everyone had breakfast together today! (but the fact that all the remaining contestants can sit at just 1 table is pretty crazy 🤯)

Elio is feeling bummed over Matteo leaving the plane. They tried their hardest to save him from elimination countless times, but sadly it just wasn't enough last time. They miss their bestie 😔

Thankfully, hanging out with Estrello in first class was able to lift their mood. They had a blast playing Party Frenzy together!

Avery is feeling very, very BORED. The games on her phone just don't seem to cut it anymore. So, she decides to do what she does best: doing some sit-ups! Having the active trait really helps making exercise fun, because Avery is finding her sit-ups more fun than her phone!

Meanwhile, Nite's goal was primarily socializing, so that's what she did most of the day. She had a conversation with Elio after they left first class, but she primarily spent her time with Avery, the only other contestant not allowed in first class.

Things are really getting down to the wire now, and tomorrow, our final 4 will take place in what I think will be the most dangerous challenge ever done on TDS! 😈 That's right, more dangerous than Season 1's Mt. Komorebi excursion, and more dangerous than Season 2's Selvadorada temple exploration. I'm super excited for it, WOO!

Avery, Elio, Estrello, and Nite will all be counting on you to lend them some good luck tomorrow!

Today's Confessional: Elio Alvoretter

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting Matteo to be eliminated. That's why I'm pretty sad he's gone now. I'm just trying to remind myself that by default he would still be here because he didn't even get the most votes, but still... I miss my buddy. There was a time when this plane was packed; it feels pretty empty and lonely now, especially without Matteo."

"So, it was Nite all along who had the idol. At first I never would have guessed, but after Tomiko was eliminated, I began to think maybe Nite had it. I know her the least out of everyone since she was on a different team, and since she's now the last person remaining from her team, it just made sense to guess her."

"She's technically the reason Matteo isn't here anymore, but do I blame her? No. It wasn't her fault. She couldn't have known who would have been eliminated in her place. I'm sad Matteo isn't gonna win this, but... I'm still here, and I hope I will win for me, him, and of course my partners and friends back at home."

@kissalopa @hellogreta @paracosmic-sims @invisiblequeen