#gosh this is so long i am so sorry

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[rockwgooglyeyes]

It's been over a month, but I’m back to talk about reincarnation AU:

We haven’t talked about the setting of this AU, but I’m thinking of just putting the characters in a world like ours so that they can process what has happened to them in their previous lives away from the Segyein and what they put them through.

Previously you brought up the idea of Till running away from Ivan when he finally finds him because he doesn’t want to intrude on Ivan’s new life. I like this idea, especially if Till has come to realize how much of Ivan's previous life revolved around him, so he’s like, “Even though I want closure, I would rather Ivan be happy this time around, even if that means we don’t resolve what happened between us before.” I think that would be an interesting development for him, especially if he started out his quest of trying to find Ivan headstrong and maybe even a bit mad at him. Of course Ivan goes and confronts him, though. He’s been making sure that he’s out of Till’s way this time around, so there's no way Till being here is a coincidence.

The dynamic gets turned on its head like you said before, with Till trying to leave Ivan alone because he thinks Ivan is trying to move on completely from his past life and Ivan trying to get to Till because he thinks Till wants closure for what happened between them (although his idea of closure isn’t Till trying again with him but instead Till cutting the tie between them properly instead of the avoiding Ivan’s been doing).

After they reconcile and Till makes it clear that he’s missed Ivan and has always cared about him, Ivan starts trying to go back to his old ways or, more accurately, tries to be more like the person he was before.

He doesn’t like his old self. He doesn’t really like himself now either, but he definitely doesn’t like his old self. But still he tries to go back because he feels guilty about not being the person Till’s been looking for all this time. He very much still is the same person and knows that in a self-hating kind of way, but also he thinks he’s changed too much from who Till remembered him being, and he doesn’t want to disappoint him.

Ivan’s goal up until Till came back into his life (besides avoiding him) has been to live as comfortably as he can, but he’s willing to trade that away to be the person Till needs/wants him to be. Till’s always known him to have short hair, so he’ll cut it! (He likes having his hair long.) Till thinks he should start singing again and even wants to perform together. Great! (He’s fine with singing, but he wouldn’t say he’s passionate about it.) He’ll even go back to that old awful schedule he had so he can try feeling like who was before!

Till will realize this eventually and confront him about it, and they’ll have to finally have that nice long talk about Ivan's willingness to throw his life away for Till (Till probably tried to have this talk with Ivan when they first met again, but Ivan can be very stubborn, so they probably didn’t get far with it).

Geo oh my god Geo I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get to this, life was just very hectic for me the last few weeks and this slipped my mind :(. I definitely agree on the idea of them being reincarnated into a more "modern" world, or a world that's akin to ours, simply for the ease of plotting and distilling their experiences down into something more translatable to the story we're trying to tell :D

The idea of TIll seeking out Ivan and then backing off after realizing that Ivan's life used to only be about Till, more or less, and this time around, Ivan has a life outside of him and Till is thoughtful enough to not want to mess that up, I love that because it shows a kind of depth to his character that doesn't really get touched on that often, I think. Additionally, since you mentioned Ivan being the one to choose to confront Till in the end, it does put the ball back in Ivan's court and gives him the ability to choose whether or not he wants Till back in his life, even though he was originally self-isolating for Till's sake.

Man oh man . . . Ivan giving his life up for Till despite living comfortably and while he wasn't happy before Till arrived per se, he wasn't miserable, and he makes himself miserable by drowning in the past, for the sake of being the person that he thinks Till wants him to be. It's funny I was actually thinking about this kind of concept last night, Ivan giving up all of these things for Till without ever asking Till if he even wants them, Till not realizing at first what's happening but once he does, he's horrified (specifically was inspired by the song Two by Sleeping at Last, "I just want to build you up, build you up, 'til you're good as new, and maybe I'll get around to fixing myself, too.") Till doesn't strike me as the type of person who would even think to try and change himself completely for another person, not necessarily because he's uncompromising (like he might try to grow/change a little bit for someone he loved) but more because I don't think he would view changing himself for someone as something that you would do out of love? Like he never tries to change for Mizi or become more palatable for her, nor does he do that for Ivan. He subtly changes, adapting to them, but that's subconscious rather than Ivan's conscious adjustment.

To be honest I think Till confronting Ivan about him changing himself for Till (to his own detriment) would honestly be a good chance for Till to be like "I sought you out because you were the guy I remembered but I stuck around because you're Ivan and I want you in my life" or something along those lines, especially because Ivan was changing to be like the person from the past, whereas Till isn't really *as* fixated on the past (just, like, as a person) and he's probably more confused as to why Ivan would try to change to be like the version of him from the past at all. But I dunno fully, it's one of those difficult things where I do feel like Till would have to corner Ivan/force him to talk about it because Ivan wouldn't talk about it willingly lmao

I adore the way you touched on Ivan's self loathing and how he would be like "I'm too much the same person (in a bad way) but I'm not enough of the person he remembers so I have to change myself" which is just so utterly Ivan that it fuckin hurts, as well as the parts where you note on the things that Till thinks are innocuous requests but Ivan takes as pledges, promises, things that he needs to "fix" about himself so that he can make Till happy OUGH gets me in deep in there like ouch owie my bones goddamn

[kathrynmhahn]

jemily + work song by hozier

[queenofbaws]

Hello again! I hope this prompt finds you well. I've been meaning to send it in for a while, but life's been... well, it's certainly been. Also, this one is meant for a long prompt weekend, if that's okay. Inspired by the end of the Chrashley cable car series, the subject is... love poems! I'd really like to see Chris stumbling upon something Ashley wrote about him - poems or otherwise - followed by a sweet confession/kiss/all that jazz (pre-relationship for some DELICIOUS feelings realisation).

He didn't notice it right away, because that would've been, y'know, convenient. It just lay there, innocuous to the point of invisibility, until Ashley was gone-gone, far enough into her trip home that there wouldn't be any catching her. Which figured, didn't it?

"Aw dang, I told her to check that she had everything!" Chris groaned as his brain finally registered the battered old notebook. He grabbed it up before either of the twins could (or, worse, Josh), and promptly started paging through it for no reason other than to hide his expression.

Had it been anything else, sure, he could've waited to return it, but...this was Ash's notebook. Her writing notebook. She'd need this ASAP, wouldn't she? Which meant, of course, now he had an actual-factual excuse to stop by her place on his way home. An excuse to see her again.

"Maybe she left it on purpose so she'd get to see you again," Beth droned, draped over her beanbag chair in such a way that she almost hung upside-down from it, her socked feet skating along the wall.

Chris couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine at that, and he snapped the notebook shut, whirling on her instead. "Why do you have to do that?!"

"Do what?"

"Be all up in my brain and crap! It's creepy! Spooky! You're spooky, you know that?"

"No one's reading your mind, Cochise," Josh snickered, lazily flipping through streaming services as if there would be anything worth watching. As if there was ever anything worth watching. "Hate to break it to you, my guy, but you're what we in the biz call an open book. Obvious." He made a grab for the notebook and Chris only barely managed to snatch it away. "A hopeless romantic at heart."

He rolled his eyes, then stood, moving from the couch to the loveseat to avoid any further games of keepaway. "Ha ha, you guys are hilarious. Hi. Larious. You know, one of these days someone's gonna start making fun of you the way you make fun of me, and what's gonna happen then?"

"Torture dungeon," Josh answered.

"Throw myself off a cliff," Beth replied.

"...I think it's sweet, for what it's worth," Hannah said from the other side of the room before going back to gnawing on her pencil's eraser.

He did his best to ignore the Washingtons as they did the sibling-thing, teasing each other, poking and prodding and playing their little improv games, turning instead back to the notebook. He riffled through it, appreciating the cramped, slanting scrawl of Ashley's handwriting, and -

Whoa, hang on a second.

"Hey, uh...guys?" he asked after a beat, raising his voice to be heard over them. "What...what're the odds, you think, that Ash likes me?"

He should've known better. He should've. But he opened the door, and God help him, Beth walked through it.

"Well. She hasn't stabbed you yet, despite having, just, countless opportunities, so..."

"Again, I repeat: ha ha. Hilarious. I'm being serious! You don't think...I mean...the chances of her liking me back - like-liking me back - they're not...you don't think..." When he raised his eyes from the notebook that time, the chill returned.

All three Washingtons stared at him as if he were the dumbest creature on God's green earth, their dark eyes pinning him to the spot.

"Cochise," Josh said, slower that time, more thoughtfully. "You care to shed a little light on what you found in there, maybe? Share with the class?"

"Uh," was all he had time to say, and then they were on him. Three against one. He didn't stand a chance.

*****

His heart was in his throat as he rang the doorbell, hands hands nervously moving from his hair to his bag and back again. He couldn't find the right way to stand either, constantly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and how had he let them talk him into this?!

Just as the urge to flee spiked inside of him, the door clicked open and there was Ashley, looking surprised but otherwise delighted. "Uh, hi?" she laughed, leaning in the doorjamb as she glanced behind him, acting as if she expected Josh to jump out from behind the bushes.

He didn't, of course. That would've been ridiculous.

Him and the twins never would've been able to eavesdrop from that far away - they were standing flush to the garage, just out of her view.

"Hi," Chris said back, trying desperately to remember the scripts they'd had him rehearsing the whole walk over ("You left this, I thought I'd return it, hey by the way, do you maybe want to, oh, I don't know, get dinner tonight?" "Hey, you forgot this at Josh's. I figured you'd need it. I didn't read any of it, I promise, that would've been weird." "Hey, found your love letters, want to get married or something?" Admittedly, some of them had been better than others). They were lost to him, though, gone the instant he saw her looking up at him like that, and what actually came out of his mouth was: "I like you too. A lot."

One of the Washingtons - he couldn't say who without turning, and he couldn't turn, lest he blow up their spot - audibly smacked their forehead. Or one of their siblings' foreheads. Again, he couldn't exactly turn to see.

Ashley blinked, everything about her expression frozen in place. "I - " she started, and then the color went out of her in a sheet, her eyes widening until he swore he could see his reflection in them. "Oh my God, I left my notebook."

"I, uh, yeah," he stammered, "yeah, you, uh, you did."

She slumped against the door frame, her hands coming up to cover her face, and withoout so much as peeking through her fingers, she groaned, "And you read...?"

"Yeah," he continued to stammer, the picture of suaveness and eloquence and suave eloquence. "I mean...yeah. Yeah. Accidentally, sort of. But. Yeah."

"Oooooooooookay," she breathed, her face still hidden. "Okay. Great. Cool. Um. Well. Thanks for. Bringing it back. I guess. I appreciate it. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'm gonna go, uh, find a bridge. To live under. For the rest of my life. Actually." And then her hands dropped. The deer-in-headlights look remained, but some of the color had come back to her cheeks, and, even with his chest and stomach so full of terrified butterflies, he couldn't help thinking the flush suited her. "Wait," she said as if it had only just occurred to her. "You...you like...me...too?"

He swallowed hard, but he was in it now. Even if he tried to run, it was a little too easy to imagine the Washingtons taking him down before he made it to the mailbox. Better he do it on his own terms.

"A lot," he repeated. "Like, uh, a lot, and, uh, for a long time, and, I-I mean, I don't maybe have a notebook full of love letters to prove that, but, uh, I could...I could try?" It occurred to him then, again, conveniently, that he hadn't actually given her the notebook back yet, so he awkwardly fumbled with the closure of his bag, rummaging around until he found the spiral of its spine, pulling it out and holding it towards her like an offering. "I could try," he said again, his throat tight.

She watched him for a long while, or at least so it seemed, her eyes never once flitting to the notebook. After what felt like an eternity, she reached out to take it, their fingers brushing, and a shy, tentative smile pulled at her lips. "Do you...want to come inside, maybe?"

"I, uh...yeah. Yeah," he laughed, the sound anxious in his own ears.

"Can we come in too?" Josh called from the garage, causing him and Ashley both to jump out of their skin. "I have got to see where this Hallmark movie goes from here!"

[alterousuggestion]

I'm very new to alterous attraction. It's very hard for me to really... Get a grasp on, honestly? If you could try to explain it would be very appreciated. I hear it spoken about like a truly wonderful thing, but I don't even know what it means besides "the secret third thing" and beyond the platonic/romantic/sexual/aesthetic model I used

hi screaming-cricket !! if i’m being honest, i don’t really know how to explain it either, ahaha. i know that’s not very helpful, but it truly is something that is in a gray zone for myself and a lot of other people (although not all). to me, alterous attraction is something that is very distinctly it’s own thing: it doesn’t feel like something i would typically associate with platonic friendships, but they do not feel inherently romantic either. in fact, calling them romantic or forcing them into the romantic category makes me so uncomfortable. there is overlap though, for example, whenever i experience alterous or platonic attraction, i feel these things in both cases:

wanting to talk/call/video call with them 

looking forward to hang outs

thinking about how we both consider each other a friend is something that makes me happy 

happy after seeing them, sad when they are upset, wanting to see them grow and achieve their dreams and be the best version of themselves 

but there are also noticeable differences:

the level of emotional intimacy i want to achieve with an alterous ‘crush’ is different compared to platonic friendships. i want to know them inside out, and i want them to know me inside out too. i want to be the first person they turn to for support, and i want them to be that for me too. 

calling them my ‘best friend’ is amazing, but it doesn’t seem to fully encompass all i feel for them. calling them my boyfriend/girlfriend/etc., also doesn’t feel accurate, and in a lot of ways, it feels limiting and really uncomfortable. like i do care for them platonically, but that doesn’t feel right, but romantic doesn’t feel right either. 

the level of physical intimacy is also different. i want to be close to them, i imagine taking naps with them. i want to hold their hand. maybe, if i knew they thought about me in the same way, i’d be open to kissing them too. warning for sexual themes in the indented bulletpoints:

when it comes to someone i am alterously attracted to, i am more comfortable with experimentation sexually. that does not mean i am sexually attracted to them (i am also ace), but it’s more like... they make me feel comfortable to try to do those things purely for enjoyment or to feel closer to someone, as long as it’s taken the same way by both parties. 

there is also a desire for a more involved future: i wish they would stay with me in a committed partnership, i want to share a living space with them in the way traditional romantic partners do. i want to share my life in general with them more intimately. 

think of it like... i walk alongside my friends and even though we take different paths, we still converge. for those i am alterously attracted to, i want to do life with them, but hand in hand. i want to go where they go (metaphorically). i want to take those steps with them. now that doesnt mean i want to abandon my own goals, or expect (or want) them to do that for me, but i want the path we take to be closer than others. 

i know that a lot of people might take a look at these things and go ‘i’m okay with doing that with people i am platonically attracted to’ or ‘this is what i want when i am romantically attracted to someone’ and that’s okay !!! relationships are not ‘one size fits all’. all relationships look different. for me, this is as close as i can explain what it feels/means to me. to me, it is something completely outside the platonic/sexual/aesthetic/etc models. alterous is it’s own thing. and it’s confusing to explain but it all boils down to those different feelings. and if you’re wondering whether or not you feel this, i think i would suggest taking a deep breath and maybe even a step back. make a list, if that helps, about what you’d do with a friend vs a romantic partner, and try to make the boundaries as clear as possible. and then think ‘ have i done things that are a mix of both with someone? did our relationship feel different in a way i couldn’t quite pin down? something that is there but also seems not there at the same time?’. if so, you might be dealing with alterous attraction. 

this reply is getting really long, but i guess what i mean to say that it if people are vague about what it feels like, it’s because it is a vague feeling. it’s unique. by listen to your mind and body: does it feel right calling something alterous? does it make you feel happy, and relieved? that’s how i started when i was questioning and then the boundaries and stuff like that became more clear to me after that :3

[doverstar]

hhhhHHHHHH - ELEVENROSE.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Hello!

I stumbled upon your blog when searching for anything about Hiron Ennes’ book Leech and ur blog is so nice! I love Leech so so much and am hoping to find folks to talk about it with because I’ve been obsessed with it since I read it over year ago. I hope this isn’t too weird of an ask but it’s just such an excellent book!

hello and welcome, and thanks for your kind words!! it's delightful to find another LEECH enthusiast in the wild--what a deeply fucked up weird little book that has my whole heart!

i was actually shuffling books around last weekend to make space for what i'll read this year (i'm in a temporary living situation, so most of my library is in storage), and i decided to leave LEECH unboxed so i can reread it this fall. i'm obsessed with the POV and the voice and i'm VERY looking forward to a tear-it-apart reread now that i know some of what is going on. what a neat book!!

[margindoodles2407]

Hi Margin!!!!!

Hi Ladye! How’ve you been?

[eureka-its-zico]

I'm dropping by again to tell you that I fully support the angst for more character insight and development. The angst you wrote made them feel real, palpable, especially when you're writing from both Doc and Zoro's perspectives. It hurts, but it hurts good, seriously.

I might not be a fan of sad endings, but the angst in the story of a relationship or a character feels so deep and important when wrote the right way — exactly what you did.

And Zoro in the 7th chapter being angry and conflicted about his feelings? Throwing the bottle across the room because he was angry? ABSOLUTELY YES.

(Me to Zoro with a broom in my hand: YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE FOR BEING AN ASS WITH DOC, YOU LIL SHIT.)

I like to see those moments as much as I liked that time when he put a flower in Doc's hair. I wholeheartedly agree with the mix between some fluff and angst.

Because, to be honest, pain many times feels much more palpable than happiness. And happiness gained after a heavy emotional episode is realistic. Or who knows when those two will meet an ounce of happiness

All I'm saying is that I love your writing, your fic and your ideas and I'm excited about the angst part. Watching Doc and Zoro being conflicted, getting glimpses from their experiences and thoughts is exactly what I needed to get attached to them.

Doc already went through enough of a tumult

Zoro? I hope his big boy feelings just started because I'm fucking EXCITED. Whatever pain you decide to put him through, I'll agree. In my opinion, he deserves to deal with some complex feelings 🤭 (I love him so much, but I seriously love this kind of character development). Will I cry? Probably. Will I love every second of it? Of course. That applies to Doc too. I want to see both of them struggling before they figure out their own feelings and dreams (whenever that will be).

You're feeding us well, Jenn, I swear 😫. Whatever you want to give us, I shall receive with open arms and wide eyes prepared to read.

Maybe I'm a bit of a masochist, but I love the thrill 🤭

(I don't have anyone I can share those feelings and thoughts with, so I decided to share them with you <3 I have more to say, but I'll find other times to do it)

Naomi, 😩😩 I am so sorry I just seen this all the way underneath everything I AM SO SORRY!! Look how old this is!!

This was super cute to read and also incredibly humbling. It really means something special to me that you feel so deeply about these two idiots and come to share your thoughts like this with me 🖤 truly it makes this story something incredibly special for me.

The cackled I cackled when I read (Me to Zoro with a broom in my hand: you better apologize for being an add to Doc, you lil shit!)

Doc isn’t done going through a rough time just yet, and Zoro? Well, his is just beginning. It all comes to ahead when they arrive at Arlong Park. It’s all part of my maniacal plan to bring them closer together lol and create a solid ending (for this season) before going off on a different arc while we wait (not so patiently) for season 2, which I fear won’t come out until 2025 😩😩😩

You are so welcome to come talk to me about anything, at anytime! It is always a pleasure to see your name and talk with you 🖤 I hope you are having a wonderful week. Much love.

[quietwingsinthesky]

maybe i should just put proship in my bio already

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Arabian Nights AU (Turtle of choice x F!Reader) - Ch.3

After uh ..... 4 years of staying in my drafts, here’s the next chapter fsndfbsdjfbsd. (Yep, started that AU in 2019 <__< ...)

Last chapter we spent some time with Raph and Donnie, now it’s Leo and Mikey’s turns !!

Reminder that this story is going to be a sort of “choose your own adventure/romance” kinda thing. “But Mama Vee, can I romance more than one turtle?” No. ‘cause, hell, that’d be too much work x’D Stick with one and read the story again if you want to romance another 👏 it’ll be indicated at the start of chapters whenever such choice is required.

Ch.1 || Ch.2

The next day you woke up with the sun, the whole world ever so silent - frozen in gold. You couldn’t help the feeling of being called by the oasis, the view of water ever so relaxing. It didn’t take long before you made your way to the luscious garden surrounding the source, walking barefeet into the fresh grass. A calm sigh escaped your lips as you stopped into a ray of light, closing your eyes and simply taking the moment in. Peace...

“Can you breathe any louder?”

You jumped slightly, unaware that you were not alone. Your gaze rapidly scanned the place and that’s when you found one of the turtles on a large, flat rock, a little farther from your position. It was Leo, the creature seated in a meditative posture, the back of his hands placed on his knees, palms up to the sky. You made your way to him, already apologizing:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here...”

As you got before him, the blue clad turtle cracked open an eye, next showing a grin.

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. ... It’s not everyday I get some company this early.”

He gestured the empty space next to him on the rock.

“Come. Sit with me.”

You accepted the invitation, taking place and giving a chance for silence to settle once more. You tried to mimic Leo’s posture - after making sure that his eyes were truly closed. It was ... strangely relaxing! Your palms turned to the world, your energy felt like a stream; coursing through your veins in a beautiful flow. And to feel the turtle’s presence and own energy in return somehow made you feel empowered. This creature you first met in fear was now an unexpected source of comfort...

“Donnie explained the situation to me last night,” calmly started the other, getting you out of your reverie. “... The voyage is feasible, but not without any danger. ... Raiders travel in large groups and are often merciless. We are but just four soldiers that can do so little much.”

“Don’t you have any allies that could help?” you asked, looking back at him. “There must be people that fight for the same ideals as yours.”

His blue eyes fell on you, ever so calm and poised.

“Of course. ... But they are far and by the time they would arrive, your people would be long gone by then. ... We are sadly alone in this case.”

A small frown invaded your traits, your heart suddenly beating hard.

“Let me help. Let me accompany you and fight!”

A stifled laugh escaped the terrapin, but it quickly died as he knew you were truly sincere.

“Do you at least know how to handle a weapon?”

“I’ve handled sickles in the fields to help my family during harvest!”

“But can you kill? Can you look into someone’s eyes and see their last light flicker away as you emptied them of their blood?”

He had asked that while slightly leaning towards you as a way to emphazise his words. You were speechless, finally looking away in defeat.

“I- ... I don’t know,” you mumbled. Although you looked back to him with confidence. “But I need to do something. I need to help my people and I will not stand on the sideline.”

The turtle smirked, getting back into his previous position.

“Your words have power in them, but who knows if they will translate properly into actions? ... I cannot say if you’re ready, but I might know who will.”

“Who?”

***

You met Mikey, as per Leo’s request, a bit later in the morning. As you approached an interior courtyard, you were first greeted by the soft thump echoes of arrows getting stuck into targets. Your eyes finally landed on the orange clad terrapin, taking a moment to observe his form as he was nocking another arrow to his bow. Although the smallest amongst his brothers (but still taller than you), Mikey’s body was toned to perfection - remaining an actual threat to any wrongdoers. Only wearing loose pants, but still adorning golden jewelry to complement his style, you could only admire such a force of nature being so at ease in his environment. Readying his bow, the flex of his arms had you gulping in no time, trailing your gaze along the lines of his scales glistening under the morning sun. His breathing slowed down, taking a moment to properly aim. And with a sharp air intake, he released the arrow, which successfully planted itself near the center of his makeshift target.

“Impressive,” you couldn’t help yourself.

The turtle rolled his shoulders, his radiant smile appearing in an instant.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

A slight blush rose on your cheeks, diverting your eyes. But you still walked into view and closer to the terrapin.

“... I didn’t mean to intrude or be impolite.”

“Nah, don’t beat yourself over that. If I can enjoy looking at someone, I sure hope others can enjoy me in return,” he winked.

He got another arrow out, preparing himself for another shot.

“Leo briefly told me about testing you over, right as I got out of my room,” he continued, closing an eye to get a better focus. “But I don’t see why, really.”

Mikey let loose once again, hitting close to the center. He then looked back over to you, this feeling of respect in his gaze.

“You survived the desert. To me, you’re strong already.”

You smiled politely, but that didn’t stop brief flashbacks from your time under the scorching sun and heat to get to your thoughts.

“Maybe it’s more luck than actual strength,” you said. “It felt quite like hell out there...”

The terrapin’s traits softened, offering you his bow.

“Then maybe you’ll be our lucky charm in our upcoming quest,” he added. “Let’s see how you fare first with a weapon.”

You briefly hesitated before holding the bow, having rarely got any chances to actually wield one - except the short one your father had for hunting. The weapon felt a bit heavier, yet its shape was easy to place in your hands.

“I’m a bit rusty with bows, unfortunately,” you confessed, testing the chord and getting into an aiming position.

Mikey got closer, his touch gentle as he properly placed your arms and posture.

“Keep your firing arm’s forearm in a straight line, lining it perfectly with an arrow - up to your ear. Twist that holding arm a liiiiiiiittle towards the inside - there we go.”

His proximity brought heat all over your body, feeling much more confident already with his encouragements. He next handed you an arrow, making sure it was properly nocked. The turtle’s arms were now extending with yours, mimicking you posture, standing right behind you.

“That’s it,” he said calmly. “Center yourself and extend your sight to where you wanna hit. Stop any shakiness by holding your breath...”

You felt like your arms were about to snap at any moment, the tension even greater than what you had experienced before with your father’s bow. You held your breath in, finally focusing your shot.

“Shoot,” simply commanded Mikey with a confident smile.

You released, the sharp sound of the string’s release thumping loud in your brain for a brief second. The arrow nearly missed the target, only to land in its larger, near-end, circle. You finally breathed out, although disappointed.

“Not bad!”

“That was atrocious,” you added, gazing back at the male.

“No need to be harsh on yourself,” teased Mikey. “At least I know you have some skills that can be worked on.”

You handed the bow back to the terrapin, stretching your arms afterward.

“I may have more luck  with shorter weapons,” you stated. “Like I mentionned to Leo, I handled sickles in the fields. I’m used to them.”

Mikey’s smile turned slightly flirtatious: “Oh, close combat, I like that too,” he ended with a quick wink. But his attention soon diverted as he proceeded to detach the quiver resting at his waist. “Although I think the best one to test you on that would be Raph - to which I’ll say good luck trying to convince him that you have any worth.”

How could you even spar with such a mountain, anyway?

“... If that’s what it takes to show you guys that I can defend myself and help, then so be it.”

“And that’s what I wanted to hear,” encouraged Mikey. “You’ve got spirits. It’s something you’ll need along the way.”

He rested his bow and arrows to a nearby weapon rack, next gesturing you to follow him.

“Now come! I think we deserve a lil’ break. Care for something to eat?”

You smiled, getting to his side and walking with him.

“Absolutely! Lead the way.”

((TO BE CONTINUED))

[asideofkimchi]

Hey... Do you know the song sung by the voice actor from the pilot Hazbin Hotel? Called Thank you and goodnight. Weirdly this song reminds me of Mystic Messenger, despite being a new fan and having been into this game until this year 2024 I already felt a connection, seeing old posts about this game from an old fan somehow makes me tear up. Despite I'm a fan of 2024, I somehow feel nostalgic about this game despite never actually experience it before

i haven’t seen hazbin hotel, except for when I watched the pilot some years ago, so I had to go look up the lyrics:

“Well, it's been a wild ride And we've enjoyed every insane minute of it We don't know what the future holds But we're grateful for every moment we got to spend with you […]

It's been a blast, been a slice Been a hell of a ride We've had some laughs, had some fights Even some of us cried But all good things must come to an end And I guess this is our time So, so long, farewell, and we'll see you on the other side”

I like the beginning of this song. Mystic Messenger was a roller coaster of a game for me. I did not think it would make such a mark, I was actually reluctant to play it at first! And I certainly didn’t expect the first playthrough to fundamentally change my life! (Love you Yoosung 💚) and I think the sentiment of these first two verses feels like it could be said from the MM crew- rfa and mint eye combined (and Vanderwood too. Still waiting on my crack Vanderwood route.)

the game is turning 8 this year. Fans have come and gone. I can only hope most of the fans can look back fondly at this silly absurd game, at least enjoyed it while they played. It’s wild to think there are newer fans too, like you! Wow! The game is somewhat a product of its time, and it can be frustrating, but I hope you enjoy it. I hope this is an experience you can look back on fondly.

[timidewe]

THIS IS BAD

THIS IS SO BAD

gahhh

i legit cannot tell if i am in fact falling in love

or my brain is acting up again

[mymelodyisme]

My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

[d0d0-b0i]

listen in my mind Ruby had a proximity crush on weiss but never pushed it then met Penny and fell hard and then the fall happened and weiss realized she was in love with Ruby and then Penny came back and Winter was there so they drifted apart and then vol 8 happened and now we're here

i agree to an extent ! personally i have never seen v1-3 as having any form of romantic portrayals between weiss and ruby (therefore i think the only one at the time actually crushing would’ve actually been weiss), and only potentially a “it would be nice” kinda deal for ruby regarding penny considering they didn’t really hang out much due to The HorrorsTM.

and then the fall of beacon happens, and there’s an absence for all three of them. ruby has lost her entire team essentially, witnessed the death of two of her friends because she was just a little bit too late, leading to her hyper focusing on getting to mistral and keeping the rest of jnpr alive, because that is the only thing she knows to do.

weiss, stuck in atlas, forced to reminisce on her teammates, her family, that she doesn’t think she’ll ever see again; under the hand of her abusive father :(. and, unbeknownst to us, penny is right there in atlas as well. unable to communicate to anyone that she’s alive due to the loss of internet or w/e (or maybe pietros still working on rebooting her, shrug. whatever the case, she was right there, which oof lol).

then rwby reunites and yes, yippee!! but still not a lot of time to notice feelings such as romance, due to the new horrors of salems truth and being stranded in the snow. honestly; i do not think there was anything but subconscious feelings, if any at all! build up, yes, but understanding and coming to terms with them? this is ruby “essentially blocked off less important emotions so i don’t break” rose and weiss “every romance i’ve seen in my life has ended in failure” schnee! no way in hell.

then vol 7. oh boy. they finally have some time to think. and now penny is back as well! feelings start blossoming, although i still do not think it’s reached it’s apex. rwby as a show is a slowburn for romance unless someone dies (>_> fairgame n arkos come to mind), so like. i think the sad part of it all is that it still never fully blossomed for any of them until penny dies again. the knowledge that she can’t come back. gone forever(?). rubys reactions in v9 come to mind. that absence sure is making the heart grow fonder lol (and my girl is haunting that subtext so much its not even funny). and weiss is probably so fucking sad that it happened again, right as she was getting to know penny proper, and now she doesn’t even know how to help her bff, her partner. :(

sorry for the ramble. i’m having many Thoughts which is very dangerous for me

[torawro]

3some with johnny you say.. sosaa listen to me on a poly relationship with them😵‍💫johnny is such a pillow princess alright, it's difficult for him to take charge anyway, and he just so badly wants you & gyro to coddle him and make him feel good... gyro fucking you and making johnny watch, telling him "keep her head in your lap, baby~ be a good boy f'me and we'll fuck you like this next" SATIATE ME RN PLEASE !! both you and johnny just wanna be bred by your silly big dick bf and it makes you both turn so good and sweet for him<3

rekha............ REKHA.

OH MY DAYSSSSS DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS MADE ME FEEL? YOU MUST KNOW HOW THIS WOULD HAVE MADE ME FEEL IF U SENT THIS IN???? i wish you could have seen my face when i read this half asleep!!! it took me all mf day to get back to this and i deeply apologize for it but now that i'm settled?????? oh gosh. clit doing the hippity hop all over again :( let's get into ITTTTTT. minors do not interact!

this is..... is one of the best, most indulging, delicious, entertaining, moan-producing, feet-wiggling, back arching thirsts i have received and i am STILL struggling to gather my thoughts🥴 bisexual johnny but only for gyro is canon because we are all in a mf poly relationship !!!!!!!!!!!!! i love my boyfies and they love me <3 ugh this LITTLE PIECE OF DIALOGUE THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN HAS ME GOING INSANNEEE!!! gyro calling a johnny a GOOD BOY? oh yes. YESS HE WILL BLUSH SO HARD AND LOOK AWAY BUT HE FUCKING LOVES IT. and i haven't quite gotten to the part where they talk about his family life but because of my growing obsession with him and gyro, i read up on some stuff (without spoiling too much) and i see he had some problems at home and a strained relationship with his dad 🥺 UGH MY POOR BOY! so i think gyro calling him a good boy and offering him something he wants will truly stun him and he'll freeze up, because a pet name like that, being referred to as a good boy when he's been hating and beating himself up for most of his life, will touch / heal something deep inside of him :( and even though he won't admit it, he is willing to do anything to have gyro-- or us-- to call him a good boy.

i didn't mean to get that analytical and solemn but i just had to mention that LMAO ANYWAY, back to the main point here. when you said both me AND johnny just want to be good for our silly, big dick boyfriend so he can breed us both AHHHFHDHFHSDHFSH I LITERALLY SCREAMED BECAUSE THAT IS SO REAL OF US ! me and johnny both pillow princesses too but i definitely don't mind putting in some extra work for my boys from time to time <3 just as long as they return the amount of pleasure threefold 😊 i'll coddle my baby johnny as much as he likes, and just watch him get so flustered but still put on a tough exterior and be smooth about it. like when it's time to sleep at night, it'll be like a sandwich situation and me and him alternate on being in the middle, cause sometimes i'll just hold him against my titties so he can use them as a pillow and just rub on his head softly and then gyro is the big spoon holding us both close to him 🥹 alright wait because now i'm thinking of specific scenario:

thinking about it's late at night and we're not wearing any long pants, we had already dozed off to johnny gently caressing up and down our bare thigh and gyro's big hand rubbing our pudgy tummy and it's just so peaceful. the moonlight shining against our skin, the feeling and sensation of being pressed up against them is making something akin to desire to stirs in the pit of their stomachs. although johnny tries to ignore it—by snuggling closer into your boobs and holding pulling our thigh over his slim waist—gyro let's his impulses take over because he knows he won't be able to sleep if he doesn't resolve this issue. and he knew johnny was already awake so why not confide in his special, pretty girl and his special pretty boy for some relief? you'll know it'll help us both, he says to johnny with only his eyes and a growing, sly grin.

next thing we know, gyro has us bent over into the prettiest arch, our panties clutched and dangling in between the glistening, golden grillz in his mouth. while we're bent over, our face rests in johnny's lap, his own cock up freed from its cloth confines and standing up at attention, twitching violently with each puff of breath from our mouths, each kitten lick, lewd suck down his entire shaft, or a graze of our finger. one of his hands is supporting our head upright, the other is on the back of our head, guiding us up and down his cock whenever we end up engulfing his entire length into our mouths. the clapping sound of gyro's hips against the fat of our ass, the noises of us gagging and gargling all over johnny's dick the sound of our and johnny's moans, along with gyro's groans + cursing?! omgggg it's obscene and it smells like sex, gyro's signature musk, and the special, sweet-smelling soap we use to bath ourselves and it only collectively turns everyone on with each passing moment. johnny had to gather the willpower to stop himself from cumming too early at least three times because his crystalline blue eyes were laser focused on the ripples on our ass cheeks whenever gyro plunged his cock into us or tugged on our hair a bit to deepen our arch or force us to look at him. you two were so . . . . tantalizing it drove him insane, which caused him tighten his grip on us and did all he could to thrust his hips into our mouth to fuck our poor throat.

gyro sees this and that startling grin of his only widens, if possible, and lets out throaty, guttural chuckle that sends a chill up johnny's spine, his dick twitching in your mouth, and causes us to tighten around gyro. we couldn't seem to fathom how a short laugh could be so attractive but both of our minds were too far gone, too deep in the never-ending abyss of pleasure that we were giving each other. gyro pushed the long, ashy blonde locks that fell from his hair tie from his face with one hand, and the sight alone almost proved to be too much for him, feeling his body increase exponentially in temperature and the need to cum down your throat was all-consuming. "aw, look at you. you're doing so good, f'r me baby boy, so fucking good. keep fucking her throat just like that—yeah, there you fucking go. good boy." leaning closer to johnny, gyro planted one arm on the bed to support his weight, all without missing a beat in his hips. in fact, this only made him able to reach the furthest depths our cunt and we mewl loudly in pleasure, gripping the sheets of the bed.

with gyro's face now hovering in front of johnny's, the older man spoke again, "i saw you watching before. you want next baby? wanna get fucked like a whore too? hmm? i know you do, and i'ma give to you. . . real good." with each word he purred, his voice got lower and huskier, grunts paired with every letter he uttered. johnny cursed the man in his mind for being so goddamn sexy, but the only thing that came out his mouth was a moan of our and gyro's name from behind gritted teeth, and a long, drawn out, "fuck, yes!" to gyro's question as he came into our mouth, spare droplets of his seed dribbling and leaking from the sides of our mouth, while we attempt to swallow the rest of it. the long haired man could only smirk to himself at seeing his pretty babies enjoy themselves so much. not long after that, the positions were switched and it was now johnny who had his face in between your plump thighs, slurping and licking the slick from our puffy pussy lips. we would hide every time his nose bumped pleasurably against our clit and his low moans against our sex caused by gyro’s deep, rough thrusts into johnny’s pink puckered hole. we were very happy to both get violated by our goofy boyfriend’s fat dick <3