#havent done one of these in so long wow

[furutetalks]

About your vecpio post and the ages, you gotta remember that in knuckles chaotix Vector was actually younger like 17 or 18 and they aged him up to 20 age Charmy down to 6 I cant remember if Espio's age was changed but I clearly remember at some point we all agreed he was 14 only for his age to come out as 16 but I think in Knuckles chaotix he was 17, I agree 20 and 16 is a gross age gap, and agree that theres no way in hell they can platonically raise a kid together and I'm glad SEGA is kinda leaving ages up in the air for interpretation my theory is that Espio only developed a crush on Vector but as he got older they fell into something that became a relationship it was never a brother bond and there was never any communication on Espio's feelings or Vectors cause Vector was blindly looking at Vanilla all the time but theres nothing there for him shes a single mom for a reason djdjdhd

Yeah, Vector started out as 16 and Espio was 17 before they changed the ages.

Heres the source, from the Knuckles Chaotix Japanese manual

I've never seen anything about Espio being 14, that may have just been a fanon thing, which wouldnt be surprising. Nowadays I understand platonic parenting better and I could see them starting out as doing that. Especially if they came across Charmy together

Charmy was 16 in the English manual which is definitely due to Archie lol

And yeah, when Sonic Advance 2 released (late 2002-Early 2003) Vanilla was introduced and then when she appeared in Sonic X (Late 2003) Vector was doomed to be obsessed with her. I just tried to find Vanilla's original age and couldn't find a source, so I'm kinda doubting she had one, but generally fandom wise she is like late 20's early 30's. And if people are sticking with 20 for Vector ~30 for Vanilla that is like a 10 year age gap which is (o_o)... like... yeah...its legal but 20 is like so young

In my little headcanon theory world Espio also caught feelings first, and knowing him he would not say a thing, he probably wouldn't even notice how he felt for the longest time. I see them as like being kind-of-coworkers for a few years in some random sketchy business where neither of them really know each other until they find Charmy or something like that. I'll probably do other posts about my own theories at some point

Also omg yeah I am so tired of the "they see each other as brothers" argument I see it in so many different fandoms and it gets so old lol

[deoidesign]

Quick re-do of a 4 year old piece

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just want 2 say abt the marvel rivals post u made... big mood bc that's me every game getting banished to Magneto, Strange, or Adam bc these ppl wont stop picking Punisher (?) and feeding like crazy… like maybe i want to play (idk any of the dps chars bc I never play them but imagine one here)... but noooo give the 2k dmg guy MVP and not me with 35k damage blocked/healing done..... smh -poro anon

do you really want to play dps when you dont know any of the dps tho ……… much to consider …….

[nururu]

Don't do a thinkpiece on skypiea if you're going to completely ignore white christian settler colonization and indigenous genocide. Just don't talk about it.

[marciliedonato]

god said you can dye your hair a funky fun color......BUT WATCH OUT !

[rubiesintherough]

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[hoshifighting]

hi there!!! can u pls make svt’s reaction seeing their ex with someone new? (they havent moved on yet)

seungcheol’d try to play it cool, but inside it burns it really does. his jaw would clench as he watches you laugh with someone else, and he’d force a smile when you catch his eye, but the second you turn away, his expression hardens. “so that’s who you’re with now, hm?” he’d mutter under his breath, feeling the sting of jealousy in his chest.

jeonghan is another one who would try to smile, but you know it’s just a front. he’d raise an eyebrow when he sees you with someone new, giving you a lazy wave like it doesn’t matter to him. “hope they treat you better than I did,” he’d say as soon as you’re out of sight.

joshua's soft smile would falter the moment he sees you with someone else. he’d look away quickly, pretending not to care, but inside, it’s like a punch to the gut. “so you’ve moved on…” he’d whisper to himself, forcing a polite nod in your direction. but you’d catch the hurt in his eyes before he looks away again.

junhui’d try to be all casual about it, like drink water on a hot day, flashing a grin when he sees you, you can tell he’s dying inside. the second you leave, he’s replaying every moment in his head, wondering if he could’ve done something different to keep you.

hoshi’d stare for a second too long, his face will look ass as he watches you with someone new. “oh… you’ve moved on,” he’d say softly, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips—he honestly thought that you would never move on from him. he’d try to act like it doesn’t bother him, but you can see the sadness/jealousy in his eyes, even as he forces a laugh.

wonwoo would try to be stoic as ever, but inside, he’s a big big mess. he’d keep his expression neutral, barely glancing at you and your new partner, but his mind is racing. “guess it’s really over,” he’d think, his realization heaving. he wouldn’t say anything, just shove his hands in his pockets and walk away, pretending it didn’t bother him, even though it does. and a lot.

woozi is another one who would act like he doesn’t care, but the second he sees you with someone else, his stomach drops, his ego, broken. “so that’s how it is now,” he’d mutter, trying to focus on anything but the tightness in his chest. he’d avoid eye contact, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he’d go quiet, retreating into his thoughts, replaying what went wrong.

minghao’d put on his most indifferent face, pretending not to care, but there’s a storm brewing behind his eyes. heart is aching. he’d watch you from a distance, trying to convince himself that he’s moved on, but the jealousy gnaws at him, making him second-guess everything.

mingyu dont even try to hide it, hes visibly upset. the moment he sees you with someone new, his face falls, and he’s struggling to hide the hurt. he’d probably give a little wave or a tight-lipped smile, but would look away even faster before he ball his eyes in front of you and your partner.

seokmin wouldd try to smile when he sees you, but it’d be shaky, he would have trembling hands hid inside his hoodie pockets. he’s trying to convince himself that is better this ways, that he's way better when he's single. but he’d quickly excuse himself after that, not wanting you to see how much it’s really hurting him.

seungkwan would try to laugh it off. “wow, you didn’t waste any time, huh?” he’d joke, but the bitterness in his voice would be so obvious. he’d glance away, trying to keep his cool, but he’s absolutely fucked, and the second he’s alone, he’s spiraling, replaying the breakup all over again, I think he wouldn't even answer your friendly messages after, because he cant stand the idea of talking with you, when you're not his anymore.

vernon would go quiet so fucking fast, he’d just give you a curt nod when he sees you with someone new, trying to swallow down the jealousy, but the truth is that he's gagging with it. “guess that’s it, then,” he’d think to himself, walking away without saying a word. but inside, he’s feeling more than he’d ever admit. would probably cry alone right after, isolated from the world.

chan would be hurt hurt, real affected but trying not to show it. he’d see you with someone new, and his heart would sink, but he’d force a smile, because he needs to show that he's oh so strong, and that he moved on too, as soon as you’re gone, he’s beating himself up inside, wondering if he could’ve done something to stop this from happening. would pray that it was just a nightmare.

[danyasblogsblog]

MY LIVING LEGEND KEEGAN RUSS

warnings : SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, death, grief, gunshots, sad ending, SOO angsty, probably more

- after y/n’s best friend, ajax’s death, they havent been the same. in the end, all they want is to die. until they dont want too.

based off the lana del rey song, living legend

a/n: magpie is your codename!! finallyyyy im doing a gender neutral reader!! hope u guys enjoy. sorry if it all moves too fast. im not very used to writing long fics.

‘tangos. next building.’

the afternoon horizon glistened as gunshots reverberated through the air. the burgundy hats worn by federation soldiers fell off as they dropped to their knees, crimson blood rippling out of their chests. you held your sniper scope up to your eye, holding your gun in a white knuckle grip. as soon as you spotted one of those maroon hats, your trigger went off. the gunshot was loud, but your headgear stopped the sound from blowing out your eardrums. you watched as the solider fell backwards, blood pooling out of his bullet wound. a sigh escaped your mouth as you pulled the scope away from your face, holding it against your chest.

‘nice shot kid, almost getting better than me.’ keegan’s voice was like an angel call from behind you, and his calloused hand went to grip your shoulder. ‘almost? wow, could you be more narcissistic?’ you chuckled.

‘just watch and learn.’

you stared as keegan removed his firm grip on your shoulder and pulled out his gun from his back. he brought it close to his face, and his hands lingered over the trigger. of course, you thought to yourself, safety is already off. his eyes scanned the nearby buildings for federation soldiers, and within a matter of seconds, he spotted one. pulling the trigger, the man was dead on impact. the death rattle shook his body, as a pool of blood circled itself around him.

‘thats how its done, kid.’

keegan looked down at you, waiting for your approval. ‘wow, mr living legend. that was a beautiful shot.’ you quipped, silently clapping for him. before he could respond, merrick’s voice erupted out of your radio. ‘everyone, move forward. enemy contact ahead in further buildings.’

you huffed out of your mouth as you and keegan made your way out of the abandoned house. you thought about the memories that were once created in the very room you and keegan were killing people in. were those people who lived there even alive anymore?

‘whats on your mind, magpie?’

keegan’s voice slightly startled you. ‘nothing.’ you muttered. it really was nothing- you didnt have time to be worrying about the people who once lived in the houses you and your team ended lives in- especially when your life was at stake.

keegan looked bothered by your answer, but nevertheless, you two continued walking. side by side, arms lightly grazing eachother when you wandered a bit to his direction. soon enough, you met up with the rest of the ghosts.

‘keep working with the people you’re with now, don’t split up. there are too many of them for us to risk it.’

merrick’s barked orders were copied and obeyed as everyone slowly split up with their partners. keegan’s footsteps echoed yours in a rhythmic manner.

you knew why he told everyone to not split up.

‘theres a building up there- high enough to see everything. we set up there to prepare. be quiet though, because sometimes federation soldiers are surrounding the building.’ his words were confidently spoken, and you followed pursuit.

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‘imagine falling off this thing.’

you looked down through a broken window in the building, the ground seeming so far away.

‘well you better not, im not dragging your dead ass back to fort santa monica, y/n’

‘you’d cry if i died, i know you would.’ you imitated a crying face, and wiped imaginary tears from your cheeks. you chuckled and keegan rolled his eyes. your hushed voices could only be heard by each-other as the shuffling of footsteps from keegan echoed off the walls, bouncing back to you two quietly.

the sound of gunshots and spanish orders being screamed frantically switched a flip in the two of you- your joking demeanours suddenly serious and concentrated. you pulled your gun out of your back sling, taking off the safety. you glared as you stared into the scope, searching for the familiar burgundy hats that you had learned to hate.

‘see anything, magpie?’

keegan pulled up close behind you, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned down to your ear. his silent whispers to you were like a mantra you wish could be repeated thousands of times. ‘nothing. not a single solider in sight.’ you mumbled.

he leaned back up, straightening his back.

you put your scope down, your eyes finally resting, and the tension in your jaw relaxing. you sighed. spanish was heard below you and keegan. you immediately pulled a pistol out of your holster, your reflexes making your body move fast. footsteps and creaking floorboards could be heard, and to say you were on edge would be an understatement.

‘its fine, kid. they wont come up.’ keegan’s hushed voice soothed you, but you were still unable to shake the feeling of the need too protect him and yourself. ‘did you hear me? its fine.’ he was a bit louder now, but there was still not a chance in hell the enemy could hear him. the floorboard creaking and quiet voices stopped after a matter of seconds. ‘better safe than sorry.’

silence.

you raised an eyebrow at keegan, wondering why he was suddenly muted.

‘i know you still blame yourself, y/n.’

first mistake.

your silence indicated you knew exactly what he was talking about. something that killed you inside. ajax’s death.

you had blamed yourself for it- you took one minute apart from him and when you had returned, a bloody trail and a missing ajax were all to be seen. the multiple nightmares you had had the days following his disappearance plagued you, even to this day, it still did. thinking about how, maybe, his death could’ve been avoided if you had just listened to your gut.

you still remembered the day he died. when keegan held him as he died in his arms. when you guys had gone between hell and earth to find him- just for him to die the minute you got your hands on him.

you still remembered sobbing in keegan’s arms with your head pounding, blaming yourself and wanting to just die. since that day, suicidal thoughts carried around you. you just wanted ajax back. he was your best friend- the first ghost you met. he was the first person you told about your crush on keegan. you would do anything for 5 more minutes with him- to tell him how sorry you were. to tell him how much you cared about him.

‘it wasnt your fault. you know that.’

you were silent. the way keegan’s smooth voice talked about it made something rattle inside of you. you felt weak. you were distracted. your airway felt tightened- as if you were being choked. tears threatened to fall but you couldnt dare yourself to let them roll down your cheeks. you had to focus. you had too.

keegan thought about what you had said earlier, about dying. come to think about it, he liked you a bit to much for your death. he didnt want you to be just another funeral he’d have to attend. he wanted you to be alive. he’d miss the concentrated face you made when you were on a mission. all the memories you two had together.

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‘i saved you a chocolate bar, kee.’

‘how healthy.’

‘i know, right?’

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you fell silent. gunshots could still be heard, and it was the only thing that was stopping you from falling apart. the fact that you were on a mission, and it wasnt the time to fuck around.

‘keegan, this isnt the time.’ you huffed. you so badly wanted to talk about it, but how could you? it simply wasnt the moment, and both you and keegan knew this subject wouldnt come up again for a long time. you thought keegan would stop pestering you with questions, that maybe, he would just leave it. but oh, how wrong you were.

his strong, broad frame walked over to you, and his wintry blue eyes stared down into yours. his hands firmly gripped onto the back of your elbows, not too tight, but he had a stable grip. god, you thought, i forgot how stubborn this man is.

‘i wanted to talk about this with you, and i know its not a good time too right now, but i dont get another opportunity like this again.’

keegan was a man of very few words- his eyes and actions speaking more than his mouth did, but now, you could tell he was serious. you pulled your eyes away from his, but the intense glare he carried still was focused on you.

‘keegan-’

a louder gunshot could be heard- one closer to you and keegan’s position. immediately, you felt on edge. but keegan’s grip on you tightened, and you felt compelled to stay where you were. that was your second mistake.

‘ajax wouldnt want you to blame yourself. you.. you doing this to yourself is hurting you. its distracted you for months i can tell. you’re always on edge, you just arent the same. the jokes you make arent the same. you just aren’t right.’

‘keegan stop. youre not.. youre not a fucking therapist. just leave me alone, i dont want to talk about this.’

third mistake.

your annoyed tone set something off in keegan- you’d never been like that with him. you had always been even-tempered, something the rest of the ghosts admired. your words, enunciated by the way your voice seemed sharper to him now, made him furrow his eyebrows as he stared down at you. he let go off your arms, but for some reason, you longed for his touch still. you shook off the feeling, and stepped away from him.

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you didnt know how it happened.

the spray of blood sprinkled itself over the walls as it erupted from you like a fountain. the ringing in your ears felt like the devil screaming at you as you fell back, your head hitting the wooden floorboards.

a wail of pain escaped your lips as your hands travelled your stomach trying to find the bullet wound, and when you finally laid your fingers on it, your body felt stiff.

suddenly, all your fantasies of dying and killing yourself were gone. now, you just wanted to live. your life was fading, and it was fading so quickly.

keegan had rushed over to you, screaming into his radio, telling merrick you got hit. over the incessant ringing in your ears, you could hear the panic in his voice. his trembling hands went to your wound, examining it. birds sung as he begged you to open your eyes- the sun’s light slowly fading, just like you.

‘magpie, y/n, open your eyes, open your fucking eyes, please.’

keegan’s eyes were horrified when he saw what he was looking at. blood trickled from your mouth, falling off your chin, and your uniform was stained with crimson.

‘kee-’

you tried to say his name, but only half came out. blood spluttered out of your mouth as you wailed in agony. ‘speak to me, y/n, solider. come on, talk to me.’

keegan ripped open his medical pouch, taking out some gauze in an attempt to prevent more blood from spilling out your wound. it pooled around you as you tried to speak. ‘i- i just want to..’

you were appalled at how difficult it was to talk. it was like your vocal cords had been ripped out, and all that was left to leave your mouth were gasps that made your lungs ache. ‘keep going, magpie, come on.’

‘i- i always wanted to.. die, after aja..ajax.. but i just want to- to live.. now’ every few seconds you had to pause your speaking so you could cough out blood. it blocked your airway as if it was trying to silence your cries. ‘i dont- i dont wanna di..die im not- not ready.’

keegan’s hope of you living was slowly disappearing. the bullet was still lodged in your stomach, ripping at muscle and letting its molten heat play with your flesh. ‘you’re not gonna die, im not letting you, im not. youre gonna live, for me and for merrick and the other ghosts and ajax, especially him, okay?’

even though keegan was trying to calm you, he could barely keep calm himself. his breathing felt difficult and forced as he watched the life escape from you. your eyes were still fluttered closed, but tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with blood as they went further. ‘please.. p-please keegan, i dont want too di-’ ‘stop talking like that, youre gonna be just fine, i promise.’

it was a ridiculous thing to promise. oh, how keegan wished he hadn’t said that. he knew. he didnt want to think about it, but he knew deep down what was gonna happen. ‘im not ready, god. god.. im not ready… i wanna.. i wanna..’

‘come on, keep talking to me, please.’

keeping you talking has keegan’s way of making sure you were still awake- that, atleast your body could keep your lips moving with phonics.

keegan felt so weak. wrapping the gauze around you felt like covering your corpse with a cloth. ‘i wanna live.. and be.. with- with you.’

keegan was taken back by what you said, to say the least. his heart thumped against his sternum, as if it was trying to escape. blood mixed with phlegm coughed and spluttered itself onto his balaclava from your mouth, but he couldnt care less.

he tightly wrapped the once white, but now, deep ruby red gauze around your waist. he stared at your face as your lips trembled, his hands tying a tourniquet at the end of the gauze.

‘i.. i wanna be with you too, y/n.’

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they say hearing is the last sense to go. however, speaking was the last thing you ever did.

‘you re..really are, my living legend.’

[dalmoonflower]

okay but just imagine like corruption kink hanbin🤭🤭 you guys started dating a year ago but still havent done anything because ur too innocent and want to take things slow. one day you both are cuddling on the couch and hes giving ur neck kisses and even giving small hickeys and it makes ur pussy so wet and u cant control it anymore so you get up and show hanbin how wet u are while whining and saying that it hurts and you dont know why UGJHH IT MAKES HIM SO GO CRAZYY😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh my goooood anon your mind

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HANBIN CORRUPTION KINK + READER FIRST TIME

Let’s get one thing straight, Hanbin prides himself with his self-control. But every time you visit his dorms in a skirt, he loses his mind. His resolve slowly crumbles whenever he sees you prancing around the room in your innocent little tennis skirt. Or when the breeze lightly picks up and your frilly little dress sways in the wind, showing an inch more thigh than what he’s used to.

It’s when you greet him with a pretty smile and chaste kisses to his cheek, that he remembers who you are: an innocent little doll. His precious baby whose first everything has been with him - first date, first kiss, first boyfriend. Everything except sex.

He’s not one to pressure, and he likes to go at your pace. So you can imagine his shock when you utter “Hanbin, I want you” as he’s leaving hickeys all over your neck. What started as an innocent cuddle session while a movie plays in the background, slowly developed into tender touches. You’ve been in this position before, sharing passionate kisses deep in the night paired with the soft glow of the TV. What’s new however, is your desperate little breaths, begging hanbin for more of him.

You can’t figure out what changed, but you just felt a sudden urge of gratefulness for the man that patiently waited for you for months. Hanbin who quickly became your heart and soul. You want to give yourself to him, in every way possible. You’re burning up, and everything aches. You long for him, wishing to be touched in ways you can’t even imagine.

Hanbin looks into your eyes, searching for any ounce of doubt. He can’t find any. All he sees is passion, and complete submission to him. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks one more time.

You don’t know how clearer you can be. “It hurts binnie, help me” is all you are able to say.

“Alright then, I’ll take care of you, my sweet”. He inches his hand up your skirt, and he can’t believe how wet you are. You’re soaked through your panties, and he lets out a groan. He can literally smell the arousal on you. And when his thumb glazes over your core, you let out a sigh of relief, you don’t notice that you’ve been holding your breath this whole time.

“Does that feel better, baby?” he whispers against your neck. And all you can do is nod, before he fully slides your skirt and panties down your legs.

You want more.

He wants more.

But he knows he still has to go slow. You’re a gentle thing, and while he wants to ravish you - his brain knows better. So he takes his time, and makes sure you feel loved and safe.

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wow this almost turned into a full fic

[tiredsmashbros]

💯MEGA ARTFIGHT POST {kinda long}✨

oh boy oh boy, the fight of art has once again been finalized and wrapped up for the year. and man what a month this was. got more attacks then i've ever received AND attacked more than ever before vs my previous years!!! a sUCCESS i may say B^)))

met so many great new people + made awesome friends!!! seriously what an amazing and fun this artfight was, i can't express the insane amount of love i've received, and hopefully next year i can plan better to gift that love back just as much and mORE <33333

if you haven't please check out the amazing work everyone has done to take the time to make for me !! >> artfight defenses << THANK YOU TO EVERYONE SERIOUSLY I LOVE EVERYONE SINGLE ONE SO FUKING MUCH AND WHOLEHEARTEDLY AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO UNTIL MY GRAVE YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE JOY AND SMILES AND KICKING FEET HAS BEEN EXPRESSED I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO MUCH HOLY SHIT 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

i legit could go on forever but for now, i must get to the actual meats of this post fvecdsx {will only be focusing on the SMG4 community of attackers on here, if you want to see the rest of the attacks i made check out my artfight @/smg4 !! yes i name claimed it LMAO}

IN ORDER : @strange0-0storm @yamperjellety @its-a-me-mango @aquaproductions @r3d2y hehe hi ako 💛

fr thought i was gonna be able to do detailed work for everyone but once again my style changed and i legit no idea i would get attacked so much i had to a big brain move and try a different strat to get back everyone as best as possible 👁👁📝

IN ORDER : @bluesbox @/xxnobodyxx_420

IN ORDER : @kittykibbl @libbytwq @bluestrawberrybunny

for my buddy, @/tinydragontoonz, not in the smg4 community, bUT he's a lover of mario and tons of other awesome stuff PLS go follow them they're aWESEOME RAWRRR FYUGD- ahem,,, and i made this comic... that... only he knows the real context to LMAO but uh uh lOOk tsb is there sooo :))))) UIGYFLUGCKHVBJCDWS

and lastly... if you're reading this... PLEASE GO FOLLOW EVERYONE IF YOU HAVENT OH MY GOD EVERYONE HAS SUCH LOVELY ART AND WORK AND IS SO COOL AND DOPE WOW WOW WOW IM STILL NOT OVER IT SRSLY DRAWING EVERYONES OC WAS SO MUCH FUN AND I AM DEF GONNA BE DOING IT AGAIN AFTER ARTFIGHT I LOVE DRAWIN OCS AAAAAAAAAAAA UIGHBEJWSA

[stjernehiimmel]

Hiii!

Can I ask anything rlly for a LYNEY x reader where reader buys emilies perfume (the new character, he has a VOICELINE how he really likes it but didn’t get it cause it was too strong for Lynette’s cat senses) and wears it? Like not in an nsfw way but in a sfw way. Ty!!

hi! thank u so much for the first request on this blog :) and yes omg that sounds so cute! i havent read much up on emilie, but i wrote that shes got a little boutique or something where she sells her perfumes :)

Lyney - You smell so good.

You knew Lyney liked this perfume, as he had been talking about it for such a long time now. You thought that you might as well buy it for him, since... Well, he's given you a lot of gifts lately and you want to make him surprised and happy too.

You had somehow kept this a surprise, as you made your way to Emilie's boutique.

"Are you sure this is the one, Emilie?" you asked the said woman in front of you and to that, she nodded.

"Yes, Lyney loved this one," Emilie started to explain, turning around to the shelf behind her, which had all sorts of perfumes on display and grabbed one. "He wanted to buy it so badly, but said something about his sister's senses... I figured he would forget about the perfume, but I'm guessing since you're here, then... He's been talking about it." she turned back to you and smiled.

"Yeah, Lyney's been rambling about it pretty much nonstop for the past few days," you said, smiling back. "How much is it?"

Emilie placed the perfume on the counter - the perfume was neatly packed in a little box, with a shimmery ribbon wrapped around it.

"450 mora," she said, but then seemed to think about her answer. "Actually, because it's you, then let's say 400."

You paid for the perfume and said thank you to Emilie for holding onto it for you, then left the boutique to look for Lyney.

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Eventually you found him in a popular tourist spot, casually performing some magic tricks for a little crowd of amazed children, while their parents where standing a bit further back and watched.

Of course, you waited until he was done performing. And once the children ran away to go and try some magic tricks of their own, you walked up to Lyney with your little gift behind your back.

"Lyney, I got something for you," you beamed at him. "Can you guess what it is? You've been speaking about it nonstop."

Lyney clasped his hands together and stared at you expectantly, with a big smile on his face.

"Ohhh, hmm..." he started, looking like he was thinking really hard about it, but honestly, knowing him, he already knew what it was. "Is it maaaybe that perfume I haven't been able to shut up about?"

"Ding ding ding!!" you brought out the gift from behind your back and held it out to Lyney, to which his cheeks instantly turned red. Did he not expect it? Or was he just flustered that you actually thought of him?

"Woah, I was right! Who am I kidding, a magician's guess is never wrong!" he took the gift into his hands and looked at you carefully, as if waiting for confirmation to open it. You laughed at him and nodded.

He carefully untied the ribbon and then opened the box, smiling all over his face as he took the perfume bottle up from the box.

"Thank you so much, Y/N! That's really thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome, Lyney. I hope it's the right one. I asked Emilie and she said it was that one you liked." you said.

Lyney seemed to look at it for a few seconds, before holding it out to you.

"Try it on. I think I'll like it better on you."

Your face instantly turned red upon hearing that and you stutter out a few incoherent words.

Lyney just gave a chuckle at your cute reaction and took the cap off of the bottle, then gently grabbed your wrist and spritzed a bit of the perfume on it.

"Let's see..." he said and moved your wrist up to his face, sniffing at the scent of the perfume. "Hmm... Yep! That's definitely the one! Wow, it smells even better on you."

You were speechless.

[artfortytwo]

ONE BRINGS SHADOW ONE BRINGS THE LIGHT wow i havent done deltarune stuff in a long time huh. fewer colors on this large of a sprite than im used to so its a bit fiddly but i think this turned out okayish. good practice either way

[mythalism]

I'm actually really curious about your thoughts on the bg3 main story. I have often felt like it lacks a personal touch (probably due to the nature of tav as a non-character and all the companions being possible pcs)

to give the short (for me) version, yes i totally agree with that. i think there are a lot of issues with it, like the one you mentioned, that are a byproduct of bg3 being about RPG freedom first, and story second. and because of that, even though i do think they weaken the story, i dont think they necessarily need to be changed. it is impersonal because you have SO much freedom, so it had to be. my main complaint which is something i think could have actually been different while maintaining the rpg freedom that is the main goal of the game is the scope of the story. it is too fucking huge. and not in terms of time or size of the game. the plot is like... incomprehensibly large in scope. you have THREE LITERAL GODS + each of their champions + fucking balduran being a little freak freak + lost githyanki prince + rafael and mephistopheles + elder brain LIKE HOLY SHIT!!!!!! RELAX!!!!!!!!!!!! there are so many antagonists and so much going on that none of it gets its own time to breathe, no antagonist can truly stand out among the 15 others waiting for their turn in the spotlight, and the story as a whole lacks direction, instead feeling scattered and hectic because we have to do SO MUCH. and thats not even getting to the companion antagonists like cazador and generic brand mythal. it feels like they went crazy with the wealth of possibilities available to them with the world of the forgotten realms and instead of going "hey, what story do we want to tell?" they were like "WOW WE GOT WIZARDS OF THE COAST IP LETS GO CRAZY!!!!" which, i get. it was probably very exciting. i just think they DO have the writing chops, the companions questlines are really well done, the dialogue is great, like all of the smaller writing is so well done. but it makes the overarching plot stand out as especially messy in comparison.

i would have literally gotten rid of the elder brain completely and had the emperor be the mastermind behind everything rather than the absolute. it wouldve felt far more personal and intimate and added a second layer to his betrayal of lying to you over and over. it would be an easy change to fudge the lore a tiny bit so that having orpheus's power allows him to extend his psionics further, and he uses that increase range and power to manipulate gortash, orin and ketheric into doing his bidding. they can still be devoted to their respective gods, but the emperor would be using that devotion to manipulate them into thinking they are acting for the gods but in reality it is the emperor. it ties their involvement in the plot to the emperor's manipulation, giving them a shared experience with the player, rather than to a very impersonal elder brain with which we have 0 relationship or attachment to. also there should have been more toxic yaoi between him and that dragon. anyway i once wrote all this out on twitter in more detail but it was so long ago i dont remember it and i havent played the game in over a year. hopefully you will trust me that i figured out any plot holes and made it all make sense.

[storgicdealer]

ehehehehehe okay. first things first i figured out a good name for stohio: carteblan (i cannot believe it took me this long ive been calling it stohio for like ? oh my god just over a year now)

anyways yeah.

i havent figured out the exact timeline, but a couple years before victim "came back to life"/escaped the ava1 youtube video (that's a whole other can of worms), stickfigures were just finding out about the existence of other living sticks. in particular, freedom was a rather popular figure as one of the first sticks to break out of stick slavery (many living stickfigures were put to tasks, similar to chosen and second, where it was either do the task or die). freedom specifically was the first to discover the outernet, and quickly provided a link to others online.

he then created the "stick freedom ad" (which earned him his name; prior to this, he was simply known as unti (short for untitled) (sticks having Names outside of their roles was not a common thing yet)). he made this ad and scammed several websites into displaying it without actually paying for it by using fraudulent money (there are a couple very old blog posts and forum posts about the Stick Freedom Ad and what its supposed to mean, since clicking on it leads to an error 404).

as more sticks were freed and entered the outernet, they began to build houses. some sticks that had experience with drawing helped draw the sketches for these houses, which was then built upon using the surrounding resources. this eventually developed into carteblan, the city that mango and purple live in today.

however as time passed the culture in carteblan became a little elitist--- victim-blamey (haha), acting like all sticks should be strong, and turning down their noses on sticks who look a little too different from the norm (like paleo, ballista and hazard) (the norm being hollowheads, fullheads and whiteheads).

like i mentioned in my reblog, the sticks in carteblan began to crave more, lives similar to human lives, and amongst that was a demand for stick children. in my headcanon, sticks cannot reproduce and any sex they have is entirely recreational, so they had to devise another method for having kids. adoption, like mango did with gold in my hc, is the most common way of doing this.

sticks like second, that can draw things to life, are extremely rare (like 1 out of a thousand) in the outernet, but theres a couple thousand people in carteblan as of 2024 so there are a few sticks that can actually draw sticks to life. thus, they do 'kid' commissions where they literally draw a kid to life in exchange for money. there are also some website sticks in touch with their animators who ask their animators do do kid commissions as well for people in the outernet.

wow okay this is long. there are other stick cities too but the two major cities are carteblan and adagia most other sticks live in solitude or on websites ok im done woo

grabs you by the shoulders. falls onto the floor. has a fucking awakening

DUDE.

this is one of the most amazing things ive seen recently that inspired me to make a ramble/srs.

im going to create another part of my ramble series and pin it because of it im fr

foundation of the outernet, development of outernet sticks and creation of living beings

(a ramble made with the help of an immaculate person with amazing ideas)

OH MY GOD?????? FIRSTLY. i need to mention that i ADORE that we both have an idea that outernet was discovered by created internet/pc sticks. that its appearance began to be a place for a whole race to live in. and that its not something that exists completely naturally and independently from it. this is the theory of their origins i believe most right now

freedom being the founder IS SICK. ITS SO FUCKING SICK im rolling on the floor

in my "rules of code" ramble also i supposed sticks being in touch with their creators as well and them also BEING DRAWN!!! by sticks and creators. ill put a screenshot of everything hold on

outernets creation

my thoughts about outernets existence that most of which i think i explained

lives of stickmen and reproduction

my thoughts were about reproduction as well!!!!! its mostly accepted as canon in the fandom that sticks reproduce naturally but i cannot say that it actually is canon. everything that was going on with purple was symbolic and didnt showcase like. natural birth

alan said that for gold to exist king would have to marry a very neon yellow stick.

AND THIS made me confirm my headcanon that stick children are created by parent(s) own code. that they cannot influence it or prefer a color, that their code INHERENTLY has the variety of the color palette and hexcodes embedded into it.

ABOUT the code and colors. (i believe that the colors of sticks mixing up with each others is COMPLETELY code.)

all sticks inherently have a code and a name that gives them associated power. that can be messed with as well by a user (tdl command). its something that ive also talked in my rules of code ramble and mentioned the concept of "levels" and name power hierarchy

the chosen one, created and possessing a grandeu amount of power

the dark lord, also posessing a lot of power (that i dont believe couldve came from the command that was written into them. the command of destroying chosen is a goal that i believe is able to not be achieved)

the second coming, the name of someone that ties them with their predecessor (does make me wonder though how exactly their code made a connection with our chosen. maybe its possible that the name "the second coming" by itself, as a level, implies being a coming of someone powerful)

victim, being quite weak by themselves and not posessing any power by their own and having to rely on pc programs they're aware of.

i believe that being able to code a stick into a specific power and duty is something that could only be achieved and controlled through the feature of the program the stick was created in. in case of outernet, since they dont have access to computer programs and therefore, programs of creation such as adobe they cannot influence or change one's code

when it comes to creation of a stick i truly believe that you are able to give them color by yourself, unless the child is made by connecting it to the codes of its supposed parent(s). they gain hue by either actually taking/mixing up the colors of the parents or by taking one color in case of a sole parent.

(societal thought: its possible that outernet sticks, due to not wanting to have a literal copy and just an extension of themselves and wanting to create an "actual new life" by mixing colours prefer to have children with a partner, and not by themselves only)

have thought that color/code of the stick could be influenced by the parent(s) preferences, like a parent would like to have a kid similar to them and name them the same way (thus resulting/having their hexcode being picked out individually) BUT. i remembered alans words about kings spouse.

that for gold to exist king would need to marry a really neon yellow stick.

would it imply that sticks that subtract parent(s) code cannot influence the color of the stick created? as much as it impossible to influence the features of a born child in our real life, only taking it from parents and letting the nature play a randomizer. and that the only thing that they are able to influence is the shape of their creation?

society of outernet

THE CONCEPT OF STICKS SOCIETY BEING ELITIST ABOUT THIS STUFF. im eating it im not sure what fully do with it yet but im eating it

ive also talked about society there

when talking about creators of mercs king purple and co i was mostly thinking about real users. BUT YOUR CONCEPT OF STICKS BEING DRAWN BY OTHER STICKS AND ME THINKING ABOUT IT AS WELL . THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. this is canon for me IDC!!!!!!

it does, however, make me wonder of their living process. we know that alan's hollowheads are created for a reason, are born aware of themselves, how to walk/run/interact/fight and havent been seen aging or changing. and due to chosen, victim and second surviving a whole bunch of damage that should've killed them, second literally REFUSING to delete, the fate of dark lord being unknown and alan not giving a straight answer about it and, very important: cg as created sticks being unable to actually die and needing only refresh of a page to continue living, having all their memories intact... makes me wonder that stickmen created directly by a human hand are unable to die.

(does make me wonder about another completely different thing. the societal perception. is it acceptable to be in touch with your stick creators? how would it even feel. do they perceive them as a distant relative?? do sticks that are able to create life consider their creations close to them as well??? im imagining something along the lines about detroit stuff with connor&kamski but way less intense)

connection of realms and creation of life

ive rambled A TON about connection of internet and outernet and how sticks especially of outernet could connect and travel between realms. hear ye hear ye.

right now i genuinely believe that stick society advanced so far in the outernet and got to live there that their connection with the internet mightve severed:

sticks of outernet don't physically interact neither with internet/pc programs OR travel there unless they obtained something that could allow them to travel to a pc/internet (the minecraft block and nether portals that seem doing quite fine in the outernet dimension) or have powers that can allow them to break through (chosen and the computer/ip sky which, interestingly, has only been seen broken through on the alanspc ip adress//dark portals to the internet).

given this, there's not a lot of accesible methods of traveling to the internet and most of them are available only to pc sticks.

(except. for king and purple. except for king getting a block from minecraft that was not supposed to be in the outernet from that merchant in his backstory. but it is a whole another can of worms as well)

as far as we've seen sticks that werent exposed to pc and internet tech dont really use or possess any tech that could access it??????? the times where we've seen tech such as computers/phones/tvs/pc and programs interface were always in possession of sticks that came from a pc or were there at least once (hollowheads, the cg, purple) or were entrusted with it from someone that was on a pc (mercenaries). talking about the video used on the tv in "the king" episode... it has never been shown that this video was being shown directly from the youtubes platform either. and that lead me to a thought that outernet sticks might not even interacted with internet's properties except for the tools used to create a life that came along with the foundation of the internet and most likely were developed from tools brought by the first sticks. but the way outernet progressed they might not even know that this stuff is literally from another realm

heck, a daring thought.

in case of outernet being almost completely cut off from its original internet history recent sticks of outernet might not even know of the existence of pcs and internet.

this does however clash with sticks being still created by people and sticks that are able to create life being in touch with them. but its still supposable that only rare sticks with an ability to create life somewhat have a.. gene? passed through to them from some of their ancestors that could've been able to create life. and users dont exactly come into this (also given its unlikely that its a regular experience for a user to be emulated in the outernet world like it was with alans cursor in showdown)

continuing to talk about elitism. again this is such a sick concept

im thinking right now that elitism towards stickmen that arent completely strong/prefer not to engage in fighting due to the progress of their civilization//different kinds of stickmen mightve also came from the original stickmen (im going start coloring this concept now. also this whole is some adam and eve stuff) that were created to fight. we know from our real world that the first appearance of sticks in the internet didnt come from a desire to animate them in a fighting ring but the whole scene and culture of fighting sticks came around pretty quickly. the whole reason avam exists as a series

its possible that while predecessors of original stickmen werent created with fighting in mind the stickmen that discovered the outernet might as well been the first sticks created for fight. and since it isnt a thing that gone away and is most likely embedded into the code of sticks themselves in the avam universe the whole "fighting code gene" mightve been carried over to recent sticks as well. and this elitism exists that even though sticks dont have to fight anymore (to literally survive in most cases) due to the progress of their kind some conservative mfs might believe that "this is what our ancestors intendeeeddd you need to bow to your roots and your existing gene"

the elitism towards kinds of sticks is. god its such a big and very explainable and amazing concept

due to sticks just beginning existing in the internet a long while ago and mostly drawn pretty similarly (since most creators were just exploring how to draw them digitally) the race of stickmen that passed down from original stickmen could've been all just fullheads and whiteheads and perhaps hollowheads?.. im really thinking hard about it because. we havent seen hollowheads in the outernet and the fact that orange didnt even know of their existence anywhere else and even WE didnt up until they saw victim (and were probably quite damn shocked) and the fact it was possibly quite a grand moment to them confuses me.

im not sure for what reason, but the number of sticks of the race of hollowheads might have been reduced in present outernet, only having the ones that posses incredible power survive. (yet. also victim. that does not posses such power. but its a whole another idea on that they could've acquired it through different means and not from power coming from their own self)

or, it just is an avam universe rule that users didnt really think of drawing hollowheads when creating first sticks because it was hard for them to keep track of the background besides their damn hollow head and it was easier to have a stick that covered it fully on another layer LOL

either way, coming back to elitism (this sounds funny out of context), due to original sticks being simply drawn as fullheads whiteheads and possibly hollowheads it was the main race that stickmen were used to creating when drawing a new life. but with the progress of their civilization they started to experiment, eventually inventing new kinds of sticks (the kinds of hazard, ballista and paleo). due to some conservative sticks clinging to their roots they didnt like the difference from the norm.

elitism thought.

even with a possible inability to code a stick into doing something by outernet sticks would people still try to draw a stick with a specific build associated with certain jobs and tasks, trying to force them into a mold of who they are "supposed" to be? like, drawing a stick that resembles a sign (like hazard) and having them work for example as an aircraft marshaller or some other job that requires caution and directive? the grey sticks working in rocketcorp, possibly made as clerks and errand dudes?

..could purple be drawn being stronger and having a greater build than a usual stick would have, therefore disappointing navy when they dont match their expectations of a stick they wanted?

would it be a problem that progressive sticks would try to solve? allowing different kinds of sticks to exist, but not forcing them into a certain shape?

another thing. YOUVE OPENED A GATEWAY TO A SEA OF WORMS BY TELLING ME ABOUT POSSIBLE ESCAPE OF VICTIM FROM A YOUTUBE VIDEO.

my previous ramble (rocketcorp, dimensions and virtual reality) made a theory that victim, in one way or another essentially brought pc programs and tech into outernet, thus obtaining power that is, quite literally, linked with their whole creation. (very symbolic considering their whole power is the one that made their life end so fast) and, due to outernet being cut off from programs and powers of internet and pcs, became a being that literally stood higher than the reality and fabric of the outernet realm itself, possesing power that could possibly meddle with it (mercs cannons literally changing structure and whole being of objects like the corndog stand or literally messing with a sticks state and body with chosen). and i have thought that victim is the one that could use internet itself as one of their grand tools.

and. animation vs youtube. we fucking know. that a stick is able to upload itself and break the interface of internet.

no one said that the original ava video on youtube is the whole thing that victim used to escape.

also. remember me mentioning that the original video of animation vs minecraft wasnt shown to be accessed through youtube. this video looked like it was downloaded having a whole different bar at the bottom and everything. couldve it been downloaded by vic or rocketcorp?

(victim interneted the fucking internet and started showing avam series like their own show. by the way its ALSO a potential scenario i talked about before. that due to potential severing of outernet citizens with the internet the recorded adventures of the cg on pc, internet and minecraft (ESPECIALLY considering that minecraft existed as a fun simulation game on a festival) that was broadcasted could've been interpreted by outernet sticks as fiction. but its an independent funny concept to be thought about and i still didnt fully figure it out)

op.

you cracked my mind open like a walnut and i cannot stop thinking about all of your ideas

oh my god this did so much to me. ive been writing for the past two hours due to how much ideas it gave me. im going to pin this ramble because its very important to me and puts a lot of theories and headcanons in stone. you are my saviour cindersnows and you are probably going to be fucking FLABBERGASTED by the length of this post

sincerely yours storgic "the aspiring matpat of the avam fandom" dealer

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt 5

Summary: You and Scout make love

word count: 977

Warnings: Smut!

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Now you and Scout have been together for 6 months. You to havent done anything aside from kissing, slight groping and mindless grinding, though Scout has definitely tried. Coming up behind, slowly rubbing your hips, and kissing your neck. “Need you dollface.” he would whisper into your ear or talking about how much the ladies have loved him in bed.But the time wasn’t right so you would always say no. But today is your 6 month anniversary and you’re ready for the main event.

You two just got done eating dinner, Scout is lounging on the couch and you’re finishing up the dishes.

“Hey babe, need any help?” He yells

“No thanks!”

Once you’re done you waltz into the livingroom and plop down on your boyfriend's lap.

“Wow uh hey” He rests his hands on your waist.

You pull him in by his shirt and kiss him deeply. “Im ready” You whisper into his ear.

He takes a moment to process what just happened before lighting up in a big smile. “You sure?”

“Mhm.’’ You say as you kiss him again. He quickly pulls you flush against him into a deepend kiss. He bites on your bottom lip making you gasp, he uses this opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth. You two tug on eachothers clothes.

Scout is the first to make a move by taking his own shirt off. You quickly follow suite by removing your own. Scout wraps his arms around you and tries to remove your lacy bra, but fails. “Uh doll I cant um.” He points to your bra.

You understand the message and unhook it yourself letting it fall to the floor. Scout’s eyes widen in shock at your perky breasts, unapologetically staring. He moans at the sight and quickly takes one into his mouth. You pull him in closer by his hair into your tit. Scout swirls his tongue around your nipple before switching to the other.

“Fuck baby, you’re beautiful.” He kisses you. “Do you wanna go to your room or just fuck it and I take you here.

“Bed will be more comfortable.”

He stands up with you still on him, holding you up by your ass.

“Oh!”

He chuckles at your response and walks to your room. He gently lays you down and crawls on top of you. You look up at him while pulling on his belt.

He leans back to take unbuckle and quickly removes his pants. As he does that you make a bit of a show removing yours, moving agonizingly slow.

“Please doll, I need to be inside you”

“You gotta prep me first. I thought you were the sex bomb, you should know that.”

He turns red embarrassed. You pull him closer by his dog tags and whisper. “What? You all talk?”

“No!” He says with his ego hurt. “I’ll show you how a man pleases a woman!” He rips off your underwear in one smooth motion and parts your legs. He spreads your lips and licks a long stripe from top to bottom. “You better hang on because i’m not gonna play nice.” He dives in like a man starved, licking, sucking and biting anything he can get his mouth on.

“JESUS SCOUT CALM DOWN!” You push and pull at his hair not knowing if its too much or not enough. He ignores your plea and keeps going, even adding a finger to the mix. He thrusts one digit into your cunt, sliding it in and out. He experimentally curls his finger drawing a high pitch whine from your throat. Scout smirks knowing he found a good spot and keeps up his relentless pace.

“Scout im close~” You moan weakly

“Call me Jeremy.”

“Jeremy please, fuck, let me cum.”

He doubles his pace.

“JEREMY!” You squirt on his face.

He looks down in shock “You squirted. Fuck that was hot.” He pulls back up to kiss your neck as you calm down.

“Fuck me.”

He quickly makes work of his boxers throwing, them somewhere within the dark room,. “You sure?”

“Yes, please Jeremy.” The way you seductively whisper out his name draws a deep groan from him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go in. He grabs his cock, it’s long and skinny about 6 inches with a cute pink tip. He slowly pushes into you making both of you moan loudly. He stays there for a moment basking in your warm heat before slowly pushing out and back in.

As he starts to pick up the pace the room gets louder, filled with plops and moans. He starts to thrust in different directions trying to find that sweet spot he found earlier.

“Jeremy!” He grazes your G spot making you whine. He moves faster, continuously hitting that same spot. You pull him down scratching his back, desperately trying to grasp onto anything.

“Y/N i’m getting close.”

“Me too.”

You’re the first to cum, covering his cock in warm fluid. He follows soon after, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

He collapses onto the bed, both of you basking in post orgasm bliss.

“That was amazing Jeremy.”

“It really was.”

You two cuddle for a little while before you speak up. “Can you wipe me off, i’m all sticky.”

He reluctantly gets up trying to find the closest thing to wipe you off with, which happens to be his pants. He cleans you before laying back down. Scout drapes his arm over you pulling you closer.

“Jeremy.”

“Yes?”

“I was a virgin before this.”

He sits up quickly “Seriously!?”

You nod.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to treat me any different.”

“I’m honored you let me take it.”

You kiss him. “No problem.”

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[spearxwind]

People I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by: @ratlastheseus (wow, havent done one of these in a long time, might as well!! Ty!!)

Last song: If I Died Today by Mazare and Starletta (I am completely obsessed w this song)

Favourite colour: Teal for sure, closely followed by cyan. I also love orange <3

Last book read: Omg its been so long since I read anything physical 😭 Ill say Golden Shrike (the webcomic) since i read it for the first time recently (ITS SO GOOD!!!!)

Last movie: REC, never saw it when it came out and watched it the other day and DAMN its so good.

Last show: Just finished Band of Brothers yesterday, and just before that Arcane season two baby WOOO

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Im a spicy whore sorry. I be putting chilli and pepper in things just for the hell of it

Relationship status: Taken <3

Last thing I looked up: "brown animals" "unique brown animals" "brown animals with cool patterns" "brown birds" "cool brown birds"

Current obsession: My dragon headworld Broken Horizon and also anything to do with flying in general

Looking forward to: ARCANE TWO PART THREE AND MONSTER HUNTER FRICKIN WILDS BABEYYYY WOOOOOO!!!!!

Tagging: @silvaerial-main @excaive @sleepvines @acewarden and @yaboi-nate !! And anyone else reading this who wants to do it too ☝