#he has a weird amount of tools and stuff

[ceilidho]

landscape with honey

summary: price/reader bear shifter fic. PART 4. (read the whole thing on ao3 here) tags: light daddy kink, breeding kink, very nsfw, she/her pronouns for reader

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He starts showing up at your house at odd hours. 

You’re fixing coffee in the morning, still fuzzy and warm from sleep, only to hear the sounds of hammering outside. Wrapping yourself in just a housecoat, you find John fixing the loose step on your stairs, barely sparing enough time to greet you before returning to the task at hand. When he finishes, he brushes off your attempts to pay him for the job, just loading his tools back in the car and driving off.

You sip your coffee and wonder. Odd.

The next day, you find him raking the leaves in your lawn. Two days later, he shows up at the grocers when you’re picking up produce, and helps you carry all your bags to the car. He also adds a peculiar amount of canned goods to your order and when you fret and try to tell him that you don’t need the pickles and sauerkraut and beans and all of that stuff, he just lays a hand flat on your head and drags it down your hair until you go quiet. 

He pays for the whole order.

You’ve never had to wonder about a man’s actions. Men are largely inscrutable to you, ever-shifting. They say one thing and mean another. They look at you like one might look at an oil painting, entitled something like Virgin Meeting Her Lover’s Eyes From The Top Of The Staircase or Landscape With Virgin. They speak to you as though an answer were entirely antithetical to their purpose in conversing with you. 

John listens to you with a focus that borders on intimidating, like he wants to hear each word enunciated exactly how you might enunciate it. It has the sharp clarity of respect, of a mutual acknowledgement of humanity. He also comes over to fix your sink without you having to ask. The world of men is still largely confusing to you. 

John grows surlier as the days grow shorter though. He doesn’t snap or snarl at you the way he does sometimes with his recruits (you rarely see him interact with them, but sometimes you’ll drop him off his lunch on the days when you’re feeling particularly generous and that’s when you’ll have the rare pleasure of hearing him shout at a trembling twenty-three year old for littering on the trail like a military captain), but it’s a near thing. 

The worst is when he catches you on a jog one morning on his drive to work. You see his truck with the faded red paint pass you by and you give a short wave that he returns. He passes you by about half a yard before coming to a full stop and reversing. You stare at him as the window rolls down, brows furrowed.

“Hi Jo—” you start.

“Get in the car,” John growls. You hear the doors unlock. 

“…My uh…my shift’s in two hours, John, I can’t just—”

“Get in the car.”

“This is my only time to exercise!”

“If I have to get out of this car and drag you inside, honey, I will. Don’t play with me. Get in.”

You get in the car. Probably wisely. Still dripping sweat and shivering from the cold—you’re not used to jogging in the winter, or at all for that matter, but it seemed like as good a time as any to start—you glance over to stare at the side of John’s face. His jaw is set, almost as if in anger. His knuckles are white over the steering wheel as he makes a U-turn and drives back into town. The cab of his truck smells like flannel pulled out from the back of a closet, almost musty, but comforting in the way that old clothes can sometimes smell. There’s a cigarette ashed out in the dish in front of the centre console. 

He takes you to the nearest bakery for coffee and a breakfast muffin and stares you down until you eat the whole thing. You feel like you have to scarf it down. Customers bustle into the bakery to order coffee to-go and fresh cookies and scones in waxy paper bags; everyone in town knows each other so you try to avoid the more curious stares when they’re turned on you.

“This is weird,” you say, staring down at the crumbs on your plate. “This is really weird.”

“This is what you get for exercising before winter,” John says, flagging down the barista for another muffin and a refill on your coffee. “Waste of calories.” The last part is said derisively, almost with a scoff. 

You frown. “Lots of people exercise. Even when it snows.”

“Winter is a time for hibernating. Not…sweat,” he says with a grimace, like the very thought is anathema to him. 

"Hibernating?" you repeat skeptically, scrunching up your nose. "I mean, I spend a lot of time indoors, but I wouldn't say I'm hibernating."

John stares at you until you look away, flushed. "Finish your breakfast."

The barista returns with another blueberry muffin and a fresh cup of coffee. At least John's the one paying. When he finally seems satisfied, he hustles you home and leaves you off at the door with a stern warning. 

“You gonna be good for me this time?” he asks, a finger curled under your chin, tilting your head up. One of his hands curls around the doorframe and your heart jumps when you hear the wood creak under his grip. This close, you can see the faintest silver streaks at his temples and the flecks of it in his beard.

“It was just a light jog,” you mumble, looking away. 

“Not a light anything,” he warns, ducking closer until you feel like shrinking back, like disappearing into your house. “Bake a cake if you have to burn off energy so bad. I’ll be over around seven, alright?” 

You mumble something, the words getting lost in themselves. It’s impossible to think with John in your space like this. It’s only when he finally pulls away and ambles back to his truck that you rock back on your heels, let go of whatever spell he had you under. 

The first week of December hits town like a truck. 

You’re trudging home alone after your shift when you make the decision to cut through the forest because you missed the last bus and you don’t want to spend an hour walking home. The first snow of the season has caught you off guard, clad in boots too autumnal and a sweater too thin for the biting cold. The flakes fall in thick chunks that stick for a brief moment before melting into the skin.

It’s not the first time you’ve travelled through the forest alone. The town is surrounded by pockets of the forest, like it can’t help enveloping whatever space is left for it. Oftentimes it’s easier just to cut through the woods rather than travel the long way around. You wouldn’t even call this the forest proper, not like the acres of trees sprouting over the mountains just off in the distance. 

A bush rustles. Your eyes flick over for a second, breath hovering in your chest before you decide that it’s just a squirrel. Nothing ever happens in a town like this. The man from the other day notwithstanding, nothing truly bad ever happens. You keep walking down the partially demarcated path, lit only by the full moon overhead. It’s so dark that the snow around you is almost blue. 

The bush rustles again. You stop this time, feet staying planted in the snow long enough for your feet to grow cold. You stare at the dark shoots covered in a layer of snow; it stripes the branches like candy from a time ago, licorice twisted with white bark, and it doesn’t move when you look at it. The bushes and trees are dense, impossible to peer through. Even walking through the forest doesn’t make you feel immersed in it. You follow a barely marked path, hard to see through the recent snowfall, and stare out into the dark woods with a kind of animal sense. Not sure whether you’re alone, whether something’s there with you, and whether it’s sensed you or if you’ve sensed it first. 

You start walking again when your feet go numb. Better to just get home.

It comes behind you again as a slightly louder rustle. It’s harder to shake off the fear this time, harder to say that it’s just the wind. The snow crunches under more than one set of feet, branches cracking under the weight of something larger than you. 

You don’t want to turn around, but the sound of something chuffing makes your stomach drop. The first thing that emerges when you turn to face it is its massive head, a white frosted muzzle, and the visible hump on its back. The wispy smoke of its breath puffs out when it breathes. Its eyes are dark, hardly reflecting any light at all. Then the rest of it emerges, the saplings bending out of its way as it clambers out of the woods and onto the path, staring you down all the while.

You’ve never seen a bear before. Not this close. Not so close that you know it’s been stalking you, know that it didn’t come upon you by accident. You’re staring down at your own body from somewhere else, fear displacing you. Rending you from your own body. There’s no way to guess its weight at a glance, but it’s easily twice the size of you, easily more than that. 

When it takes a step forward, everything goes dark. 

You wake up snuggled under the warmth of a thick blanket. Sleep is creamy thick, engulfing you on all sides, only the faintest prickle of awareness letting you know that you’re awake. 

It’s unpleasant to leave the cotton miasma of sleep, you think. Your nose scrunches up and you let out a tired huff, trying to will yourself back into it. The harder you try to force yourself back into it though, the farther away it floats.

Still it weighs you down. It takes an age to work up the energy to so much as twitch a finger. Even your eyelids insist on staying shut. Yet, the prickle of consciousness needles at you as if to say hello, wake up, you need to get up. You sigh and try to shimmy up onto your elbows.

A hand shoves you back down. The breath rushes out of you.

“Get…back down,” a rough voice grunts from over you and then the full weight of a man settles on top of you, pressing you deep into the mattress. 

Consciousness snaps back into you, elastic sharp. The weight of him pins you to the bed, makes you sink into the plushness of—and this is gradually coalescing in your mind—an unfamiliar place. All four corners of your body are trapped under him. The voice is familiar though. Ragged, brutal. A saw taken to the trunk of an old, thick tree, too many interior rings to count. You whisper John’s name and he grunts, making you flinch from how the sound reverberates through the side of your head.

Exhaustion is thick though and it leaves you heavy, even when John slowly lifts himself to his elbows from behind you. You feel him drag his body down the length of the bed, beard scratching into your skin with every petal soft kiss dropped along your spine during his descent.

“John?” you whisper, only just able to turn your head, not even able to struggle up to your elbows. “J-John?”

He doesn’t answer you. The room is near pitch black, only a window on the other end of the room with the curtain pulled back the smallest amount enough to let the moonlight in. Even the moonlight isn’t enough. You know from the shape of the window that this isn’t your house, that it must be somewhere else. You can only surmise from John’s presence that it’s his, but that thought passes over you like a rock skipping over water. 

“Wher’m’I?” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut when his lips press over the small of your back. Sensitive there. 

Rough hands with callused fingertips smooth over your ass, pressing into the flesh. His fingers pry your cheeks apart, thumbs dipping into the space between and pressing over your hole, making you burn all over. You’re too far gone to worry about any hair on your legs or anything about your body other than John’s hands undulating over your ass and thighs. You flinch violently when his teeth sink into the meat on the underside of your ass, so tender that even exhausted to the bone your body lashes out. 

Big hands pry your legs apart. You flinch at the sudden hot breath over your sex, a whine tickling your throat. His face hovers so close to your centre that the tip of his nose presses on the tender skin near your entrance. 

“Wha’ d’you…think you’re doin’...” you ask breathlessly. Your brain tries to order your leg to kick, but it stays flat and limp on the bed. 

The first touch of John’s tongue along your slit makes you melt, the flat of his tongue lapping upward and making your hips tilt up with it. It almost makes your mind go blank again, almost tips you back into the unconscious world because the synapses in your brain stop firing the second you remember that it’s John between your legs licking hungrily at your cunt. John from the grocery store, John from the ranger’s station in the mountains—the John you’ve been crushing on and coveting for months now, content to just be friends with the gruff, handsome man in the house next to yours. Now sucking one of your nether lips into his mouth and tracing his tongue up the inside, gliding it over the supple flesh.

“Yer in the den,” John mumbles into your pussy and it’s like he sears the words into your brain. “‘N I’m takin’ care of you, honey.”

“The…the den…?” It’s so hard to keep your thoughts in order. Each flick of his tongue makes you gasp, pussy growing wetter and hips grinding languidly down on his face.

He hums instead of answering. 

“Why’m’I so tired?” you slur. 

His tongue saws over your clit from behind. It tears a broken whimper from you. You feel every textured ridge, the way it flicks around in a circle and then up and down again. 

“Winter season,” John says, sucking your clit into his mouth until you whine at the top of your lungs. “Bear’s sleep in winter.”

“Tha’s silly. M’not a bear,” you moan. 

“No,” he agrees, humming into your sex. “Jus’ mated to one. Makes you sleepy too, honey.”

“Mated?” you repeat back, but it’s lost in the way you moan when he eats your pussy from the back, licking into you with renewed vigour. Hungry like a bear. Grunting like a satisfied man, slurping loud enough to make your face heat up. 

Words and old memories about bears hardly matter when the handsome man from next door spreads your legs wide, almost to the point of pain, and sinks his tongue into your hole again. You never would’ve expected John to be vocal, but he’s noisy behind you, groaning into your cunt. He keeps mumbling things under his breath that you can’t catch. 

“John—” you gasp, biting your lip when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. “John—John—”

He only has to give you a single finger to tip you over the edge, feeds it in nice and slow. Your cunt clenches down at the intrusion, teeth nearly breaking through the skin of your lip. 

When he crawls back over you, anticipation makes you shudder. You hear something faint in the background that grows steadily louder as John rests his elbows on either side of your head, until you realize that it’s your own voice murmuring, “Put it in, put it in, put it in—”

He obliges. A thick, steady plunge that hardly manages more than a handful of inches before you’re crying, and it’s too much, too much, too much. Pleasure not a limpid pool anymore but something cavernous and deep-dwelling, pulling you in or trying to make a home inside of you for it. John’s biceps tense with the strain of holding himself back. 

You balance on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. There’s a single thought in your head that it might burn you up from the inside; it runs a jagged hole through you. 

His nose drags through your hair. “Never expected you. Thought I’d go another season alone ‘till I started smellin’ you around town.”

You hiccup. “Y’never—never paid me any attention ‘for— before, ah—”

“‘Course I paid attention to’ya, honey,” John says into your ear, grunting when he drives deeper into your pussy, still just a languid grind of his hips, so mind-numbingly slow that your thoughts sizzle out of your head. He keeps dragging his hips back and plunging in, barely pulling away from you, all skin on slick skin. “Made a home for m’self in your house. Made sure we had ‘nough to eat for the winter.”

“The winter?”

“Won’t be goin’ anywhere for a few months.” He brushes your hair out of the way to kiss down your neck, giving in to the urge to bite just a little. His body stays pressed tight to yours, hardly an inch of space between the two of you. “Wasn’ sure at first if it’d be here or in your house so… fuck, I had to get ready. Make sure you’d be safe when it hit.”

“Don’ even…know wha’ that means,” you mumble into the mattress, then squeal and fist the fists when John shoves a hand under you to grope your chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shushes you. “All y’have to do now is lie there ‘n take my cock, okay, honey? Can’ya do that for me? I’ll get some food in you after we’re done, then send ya back to bed.”

Only a whine comes out when you open your mouth. John’s arm by your head forces you to breathe in the scent of him, musky and rich. You stare at the hair on his knuckles and his thick fingers gripping the sheets as well, old nicks and scars decorating his hand. You can’t stop staring at his fingers and thinking that he had one of those in you before, that he’s felt you from the inside. 

He never pulls away, never changes positions, just fucks you on your tummy in his bed. You’ve never been in John’s bedroom before, but this has to be his room—even the pillowcase smells like him, pine needles and cigar smoke. He keeps up a steady pounding into your cunt, rutting like a wild animal. Has to be close. Gets so close to you that you feel smothered, trapped in place. Like if you struggled, he wouldn’t let up. You want to test it, see if you could, but the heaviness is still in your limbs, keeping you docile. Convenient. A little convenient thing for him to use, like a doll to get himself off with.

“Never coulda imagined such a pretty girl f’r me,” John groans, getting a grip in your hair to twist your head, tugging you into a kiss. Your whole body sparks to life, so shocked that you can’t even kiss him back at first. You wait until he pulls back, staring into his half-lidded eyes through the mess of your hair all tangled up around you. “Gave up on thinkin’ there was anyone out there. Thank fuck I found you first, honey. Can start workin’ on all the good stuff now. Get you to give daddy a baby.”

“D-daddy?” you gasp back, almost scandalized. 

He pants into your shoulder, worked up now. “Yeah, honey. Don’ I take care of you? Buy y’r food, fix y’r house? Give you someplace nice ‘n warm to sleep?”

You feel soaked with sweat, twitchy, on the verge of something dangerous. Vision all fogged up, heart beating so fast that your skin buzzes. Stretched out on a fat cock and pinned in a man’s bed, nowhere to run or hide. 

“Y-yeah,” you stutter when John gets a bit rougher, his breathing getting more staggered, laboured. 

“That’s right, girl,” he grunts, “I’m y’r fuckin’ daddy then, aren’t I?”

Magma bubbles up from deep inside of you. Rockslides off in the distance beat against the ground. When you cry out, it gets lost in the rubble. 

You stumble into the living room maybe hours later after using the washroom across the hall. Maybe a day later. It’s hard to say how many times the sun has risen and fallen behind the mountains. The clock face stares back at you uncomprehendingly. 

Come drips out of you onto the floor. Thick droplets run down your inner thighs. John is still sleeping in the bed where you left him, snoring like a chainsaw. It must’ve been what woke you up. There’s no way of knowing how long it’s been since he first brought you home, since he left a mess in your pussy, which is still puffy and sore from rough use. You walk with halting little steps to try to minimize the ache. 

You stare bleary-eyed around the room. It feels somehow different than the previous times John’s had you over; there are more throws and blankets draped over the couch, candles scattered around the living room with a lighter on the mantle. 

There’s a fire roaring in the fireplace, blanketing the house in a layer of warmth. It makes you sluggish, stumbling forward only a handful of steps before the shaggy rug in front of the fire drags you back down to the floor. 

“What’re you doing out of bed, pretty girl?” someone rumbles from behind you. 

“Had t’pee,” you say, blinking. You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes unsuccessfully. “Why’m’I still so tired? It’s been…I slept so long…”

“C’mon, honey,” John says, coming up behind you and curling his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Told you it was gonna be a long winter. Maybe just one more and then somethin’ to eat, okay?”

It’s easy to sink to the floor, so easy. Especially with the fluffy rug under your feet. Especially with the fireplace toasting you from the outside in, the tinder crackling in the hearth. Everything in the house is dark and warm, only the fire giving you any light at all. Outside the window, the moon is still heavy in the sky. 

Something about the humidity of the den makes you suddenly so tired, boneless, pliable when he goes to move you, when John curves himself around you in the furs and reaches down to slide a hand between your thighs. 

He grunts when he finds you wet and wanting, sinking a couple fingers in and palming your clit. He doesn’t talk much still, but he says good girl when he cants your hips and slowly stretches you out on his cock. Feeds it into you achingly slow, like molasses. Like nothing’s due for another few months, so why rush it? He’ll take his time so you’re nice and happy and sweet come spring for cubs.

You’re not sure what that means. The pace is slow and deep, like before but less intentional. Like he just wants to savour the warmth of your body. 

When he finally comes deep inside you, your body goes limp, collapsing in a heap onto the rug. You expect John to pull out and turn over, maybe pull you onto his chest so you have somewhere to rest. Instead, he sighs all tired and content, and stays in you, still plugged up in your cunt, his spend only just starting to leak out into a pool beneath you. 

“Are we gonna eat?” you mumble, already half-asleep.

Somewhere behind you, he laughs; it’s soft like a snowfall in winter. “Yeah, honey. After a nap, we can eat.”

[elaine19day]

Alright guys, I'm here today to address the pictures of the alleged 'new merch' that had been circling around in the English fandom for a few days. See how I said 'English fandom'? Because nobody really addressed it on weibo and XHS yet… at least not to that extent. (Sorry, I have seen these screencaps on tumblr, insta, X and discord, and I have no idea who originally took them, I don't claim to have taken those screenshots, merely providing them here so you know what I'm talking about.)

So what happened? A few days ago a random shop on taobao created new listings that offered a new series of badges and prints/acrylics - not just featuring the 4 main boys, but also He Cheng, Qiu, She Li and… Cun Tou…..?! Now let's take a moment and sit back and think about this for a while. First of all: Why would a random shop that's NOT affiliated with mosspaca in any way post new 'official' merchandise? (Because we can see there's the mosspaca copyright writing on the badges and acrylics, just like it used to be on the previous badge series) Why would this random shop post these things while neither OldXian herself nor her boss, moss, have posted or announced anything via weibo/XHS? Don't you think this is sort of fishy? You don't find this strange, you don't question that at all? Sure, some people said: It's leaked and it will be available on the upcoming signing event on the 29th which OX announced on her weibo. Sure. There is a possibility, of course. They could have a leak in mosspaca studio and some person got their hands on some undisclosed merch and decided to make bank by making a new shop and listing the items for pre-order, hoping they could cash in. NOT a smart choice if you wanna keep your job because such incidents get investigated thoroughly and we all know by now that moss himself is very strict about these things and already has taken legal action against shops before when they sell fake merch as official merch. The other possibility? Old Xian's apple account has been hacked by an outsider and then the same scenario as before applies - that person wanted to cash in before it officially releases.

Now. How has OX handled merchandise before? It was always announced before an event and sometimes even months(!) in advance when they were pre-order items. Also. Have you ever seen Old Xian making merch for Cheng, Qiu, She Li and Buzzcut? Sure, the first 3 have been on some old postcards way back in the day, plus they are depicted in some of the artbooks, okay. But actual merch with them separately? The last badge series had a very limited special edition button with He Cheng. That was super rare. And now OX suddenly makes merch of the 2 adults, plus She Li AND Buzzcut, who's a minor character which barely makes an appearance? (Sorry, Buzzcut fans, not trying to be mean, just wanting to drive home the point that OX creating merch of him is highly unlikely - unfortunately.)

So what can we take home from all the stuff I just pointed out? Yep, there is a high chance that this is not official. It might be fake merch, sold by a random person who used generative AI tools and editing skills to create these things. I mean, sure, some of the pictures look highly convincing, I give you that. But then again, there are fanartists out there who can perfectly mimic Old Xian's style and edit/draw the boys in new poses that make it seem 'real' and official. But then there's THIS. Please take a close look at the way the faces are 'drawn', the way that the eyes are sort of smudged, same as some of the abs, the way Mo's face is contorted in a weird angle, the way the hands look chunky and unreal, and so on. (click on image to enlarge it and see it in more detail)

Weird, right? Well, it's a very common, typical thing for pictures that are generated with free AI tools. Everyone who has tried one or the other and has fcked around with one of those tools out of curiosity will notice.

Also - have you noticed the sheer AMOUNT of things posted from this one random seller? 10 different badges, 12 different long bookmarks (acrylic boards?), 4 couple cards, plus a LOT of other random new things which all feature very old panels from the manhua… When has Old Xian ever released SO MUCH merch at once? Yep. Never. Plus the re-using of old pictures for new merch? Also doesn't make much sense. And there's a lot of the older illustrations being used for these supposed new things here.

So if you take all of this into account, you might conclude that someone is tryna pull your leg here, selling fake merch disguised as official by even slapping the logo onto it to make it more convincing and mimicking how it looked the last time around. Of course - there might be the odd chance that mosspaca suddenly took a 180° turn and completely changed their modus operandi and decided to do things completely different compared to before and that it was leaked after all and meant as a surprise for the new autograph event etc etc etc. Yep. There's a chance that all this is true after all. But there's also a chance that I step out of my house tomorrow and an airplane crashes onto my head. Of course, that chance is *extremely* small. But the chance is there… So there you have it. All I'm asking you here, is to take a moment to think it through logically when you see these things online. And that you don't instantly believe everything that other people post who are always so eager to spread false information just for the sake of stirring up the fandom without ever taking the time to verify their sources. (No, I'm NOT taking a jab at anyone here who posted/reposted these pictures and was confused and/or asked about it. I was just as puzzled as you guys. But I am criticizing those who post it and announce that it's definitely new, official merchandise…) In conclusion: Might be true, but chances are very slim, all things considered. Let's wait until Tuesday when the event takes place and keep an eye on weibo and XHS - let's see which pictures the CN fandom will post when showing their autographs. Then you can check if there's new merch present. If not - well, then it's pretty safe to say that this was definitely fake. (And if this turns out to be real after all, I will make a follow-up post, regarding the AI-looking faces. But you might not like that 'lore' so I will not mention it for now, to prevent possible drama.)

[avelera]

So remember in season 1, Viktor has visions directly given by the Arcane and that's how he comes up with the idea of the Hexcore - and he also says that "the Arcane speaks through mages". So, even back in season 1, the idea that Viktor has been chosen by the Arcane was already alluded to! He was always on his way to becoming a mage, even before the Hexcore and the merge.

Do you think Jayce subconsciously felt it? Jayce, who was always so fascinated by magic that he was ready to commit suicide rather than live without it, who immediately told Viktor how "beautiful" magic was and then used that very word to describe Viktor himself in season 2 - did he realise that his fascination was always with Viktor in particular, do you think?

Oh man, Anon, there's SO many ways to answer this, where do I begin.

1 ) I wish we got more of what magic means to Jayce, because the tastes we get are so tantalizing and btw, I think the show gave us the right amount, it's for us to explore in fic and stuff after, but the implications are SO JUICY.

I absolutely headcanon (with evidence) that Jayce's evolution into wanting to create Hextech went like this:

Jayce as a kid: I want to be the mage who saved us! Look at my drawing of myself as a mage with a magic HAMMER just like my dad has, as the perfect fusion of everything I want to be when I grow up! :D

Jayce as a teen: I'm crushed to learn I have zero innate magical ability BUT I've still got this hammer and an entire upbringing as a member of a family of tool makers. What if there's a tool out there that would let me be a mage in another way? I will call it HEXTECH!! :D

Jayce as an adult: Now I have a degree, and a patron, and I have to be very careful about letting people know about Hextech because I'm from a city that was founded on a hatred of mages, so it needs to be presented to the world as TECHNOLOGY as meant for the BETTERMENT OF OTHERS. I can't be selfish, I have to draw inspiration from the mage who saved me by making magic about helping others. But deep down, part of me will always be that kid who didn't want to have to unlock magic with technology, who always wanted to just be the mage. Magic was secondary, the Mage was always the true first love, the true inspiration that changed my life, and I have been chasing that high ever since.

2 ) But one reason I wish we had gotten to explore this just a little more (cuz I'm an addict not because it would be a better story) is because I think there's a bit of an inherent tragedy to Jayce always wanting to be the mage and, in the process, falling in love with not one but two people who have the Arcane speaking through them?

Then you can also sort of loop it back around to a rather common queer awakening which is, "Do I want this person or do I want to be them?" and for years, Jayce thinking he wants to be the mage but once he's an adult, realizing part of that feeling was love, that he wants to be with the mage.

(And just to be super duper clear, Viktor rescued Jayce and then bounced out of there, immediately, I see Jayce discovering his feelings for the mage as being like a very early-days moment of inspiration that planted itself in his psyche and then years and years later, when he began to think about things like love for the first time, maybe then part of him realized that what he's mistaken as love for magic or Hextech was always love for the mage who saved him, on some level. I just want to be super duper clear that you can have an awakening moment as a child, something that will later define what you want out of life, without it necessarily being romantic at that point in life because I've seen some people be weird about it and I don't think that's what's happening there even if I think it's an element and now I'm rambling OK MOVING ON)

So Jayce has now canonically been in love with two mages and yeah, I think that is very much playing into my take and what we see in canon, he loves magic, but he loves the mage more, and maybe part of what worked as attraction for him was that he could feel the Arcane in them.

But I also wonder if spending so many years trying to find a practical, technological, scientific way to access magic obscured to Jayce the fact that it WAS magic? Like Viktor is right, they're treating magic like a tool, JAYCE is treating magic like a tool, because he comes from a family of TOOL MAKERS. To expand Hextech, they needed to think like mages. And Viktor is the first one to let the Arcane in, to let the Arcane set the course instead of them trying to bend it to their will (which maaaay have been a bad idea, I think the Arcane is way more complicated than that, yin-and-yang, requiring balance and they were actually meddling with forces they couldn't understand, clearly).

So to go back to your question:

1 ) Jayce thought it was the magic that was beautiful but it was ALWAYS about the Mage for him, and he got a fixation on mages after that which even HE isn't fully aware of.

2 ) I don't think Viktor was always destined to be the Mage, but that's a personal preference, I'm not a big fan of "magic genetics" in general and I vastly prefer systems where magic and fate is a choice. So I actually find it MORE BEAUTIFUL that Viktor becomes the Mage because of Jayce's love, because Jayce brought him in on Hextech, in the cycle of Viktor then taking the magic Jayce gave him to go back and save Jayce and inspire him with magic, like that's so tasty for me. But I also think sure, deep down, there was always a subliminal attraction to the Mage which could have played into Jayce's attraction to the person of Viktor, because they're the same person

[brucewaynehater101]

Hello I have an idea for Tim.

What if he got those game screens pop up whenever he's doing some side missions or quests. And after that he'll get some cool and valuable stuff like: cool weapons with superpowers that are not from his world, advantages of gaining more information than the whole hero community, etc..

The Batfam probably thought that he was doing those missions because he was bored and wanted to relieve some stress, which is kinda true but whenever he does these quests he also makes a lot of allies from across the planets and helps him through it while also being part of the "Tim protector squad".

Also the screen will always congratulate him and give him some praise, plus the screen can also help Tim by upgrading his stuff or watching him from any danger and giving him a warning to be careful. Just a guy with his screen, what could go wrong? Hahah-

But. The screen can also give him some weird quest like "protect your loved one from [Redacted]" which confuses Tim but the screen doesn't have any power only providing him so who's the one controlling the screen???

Anyway these are just silly thoughts that I want to give :333

Heck yeah! I love exploring unusual/non-typical powers.

I really really want to develop this some more, so let's set up a power!

My favorite genre of games is horror. The fighting styles, gameplay, concepts, stick layouts, and all of that can be drastically different between games [at least Tim isn't stuck with game powers where he can't fight back]. Because of that, the end goal may be impossible to reach and thus changes to a new objective.

Here is an example of where this happened with Tim:

Convince Dick Grayson to become Robin Become Robin

Tim's thoughts and feelings can affect the missions he's given. He will never be given an objective he would not do (e.g. Kill Alfred). Not completing any task (side or main) can have consequences. Main ones have drastic outcomes that he can only somewhat control if he attempts them.

Upon completion, he gets points and rewards. His rewards are anything from new skills, connections, weapons, resources, etc.

His points can be used either in the "shop" or for his skill tree (Tim desperately wishes it was a "pay to play" game so he can get more points).

The shop has weapons, elixirs (one of which is Lazarus water), one use spells, maps, information/clues, outfits with effects, armor, etc.

His skill tree has three main branches: Body, Mind, and Soul.

For Body, he can enhance any of his characteristics to the upper limits of humans: eye sight, health, stamina, strength, sense of smell, etc. His points can also lower the difficulty or time needed to learn a very specific skill (ex. spending 5 points to decrease time needed to learn how to wield a pistol).

For Mind, he can hasten his thinking speed, create defenses against multiple mental attacks (including emotional manipulation and telepathy), decrease the mental energy required per tasks, decrease time spent learning languages/information, etc.

For Soul, this includes abilities to protect himself from magical/whatever interference, increase charm, increase ability to understand/read others' emotions, etc.

If he sounds OP, worry not! Tim suffers from never having enough points (he learned the hard way that he also needs to keep an amount saved up in case he suddenly needs to buy a tool or skill to save his or someone else's life.). There's so much he can buy, but there are only so many hours to complete side missions

Tim's least favorite quest was when he was chilling alone with his Zesti and suddenly got the notification:

Run

Jason's a jerk for scaring the shit out of Tim like that at TT

[cantcompetewhereudontcompare]

A complete deconstruction: Louis Tomlinson is a terrible songwriter. Part I

For years Louis' fans, spurred by the man himself, have been pedaling this lie that Louis was a "crucial" part of 1D's success through his songwriting and that, in turn, that made him a great, legendary songwriter. The best out of 1D.

That is a bold face lie that relies on people not fact-checking anything whatsoever and pulling stuff out of context.

Let's deconstruct the lie.

This first part will focus on certain things his fans (and he) say and why they're not true. It's not meant to be very fun because it's a bunch of numbers and statistics. It's meant to give you tools to debunk the lies by Louis' fans.

The fun part of this deconstruction will come in the second and third parts, which I intend to post immediately after this one.

FIRST POINT: Louis wrote most One Direction songs

No. He didn't. By any definition of the word.

most adjective 1 - in the greatest quantity, amount, measure, degree, or number: To win the most votes. 2 - in the majority of instances: Most operations are successful. 3 - greatest, as in size or extent: The most talent.

Definition #1 and #2 imply >50% of One Direction songs should have his name in the credits, correct?

Well, they don't. Louis has writing credit in 37 songs out of 91, which is 40%. It's a high number, for sure (very deceitful, but let's go with it for now), but it's not upwards of 50%, ergo, he didn't write "most One Direction songs."

Definition #3 would mean that if he had written in the most songs, as in, the largest amount among everyone, even if his percentage didn't surpass 50%, we could say that, to some degree, he's the one who wrote "the most" (still, very deceitful).

Alas, that would still be false. Two of the members of the band's songwriting team, Julian Bunetta and John Ryan, have written more songs than Louis. Julian has credit in 41, and John in 39.

You can fact check these numbers in this link.

I want to clarify, that even if Louis had written in the most songs (by any definition), it would've been largely irrelevant because of context. Zayn is on the record saying that all his ideas were dismissed and he felt side-lined.

So of course he'll have the least amount of writing credits (11 total, none of them as the sole contributor from the band).

Harry is also on the record saying he didn't want to "share" his songs. That he felt weird having other people singing about his innermost experiences, so he kept songs for himself (case in point, Two Ghosts).

[Happily is not the first time his name was on the songwriting credits, but we'll get on with that and why what he's saying isn't actually wrong at a later date]

Niall hasn't explained why he wrote fewer songs, but considering he writes all his tracks now and he actually can play instruments, and could all throughout the band, I hardly think that he was incapable of writing more. For whatever reason he chose not to.

So, Louis and Liam writing more in this context is completely meaningless. The others either weren't allowed to contribute or chose not to. It's not that Louis and Liam wrote more by virtue of being better songwriters. They wrote more by virtue of the others not writing.

Their lengthy songwriting credits are meaningless for more reasons that we'll explore soon, too, but the point I'm making here is that even devoid of all this context, the whole "Louis wrote most songs" assertion is simply not true.

SECOND POINT. "And remember, if it's a banger and by One Direction I probably wrote on it"

I know most people who would read this post already know this, but just in case, that's something Louis himself tweeted. He's wrong.

First, let's define "a banger." In this context, it would mean a hit. Their biggest songs. The most famous. The ones people consume and bop to the most.

What metrics can we take for this? Multiple. Such as:

Chart peaks (particularly in the US and the UK, their biggest markets)

Chart longevity

Certifications

Total sales

Total streams

Of course, to fact check this, I have to go by their singles. Those songs will be promoted and pushed the most, and those songs will be tracked for their stats.

Louis wrote in 6 singles, Liam in 5, Harry in 3, Niall and Zayn in 2. Who wrote "the most" singles is largely irrelevant (see the point I made above). One Direction released seventeen singles, so none of them wrote even close to "the most," and we've already established that the other three weren't really even trying.

But when Louis said that if it's a banger by 1D he probably wrote on it, in its face that would mean he has written 1D's most known and popular songs. The songs everyone bops to and instantly recognize. And as I said, this is flat out wrong.

This next bit will be largely statistical and a long list of names. I apologize because it's not super interesting, but it's kind of crucial to debunk the nonsense Louis said.

I'm listing every 1D single and its songwriters, which you can absolutely skip, I'll signal the huge block of text before and after. I want the information to be here, so you can glance at it if you need so, but it's not something you have to read in detail.

To make it a little more interactive, I'm color-coding it, going by their 1D microphones.

Green = Harry Blue = Louis Red = Liam Orange (the Irish flag) = Niall Pink (there's no yellow) = Zayn

The purple songs are the lead singles. I'm adding the album they belong to in brackets.

I know this sort of list is boring, you can just skip it and glance at it, or read the parts that you find particularly interesting, but I figured it'd be a good idea to have it all written down.

+ What Makes You Beautiful: (UAN) Carl Falk, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha

+ Gotta Be You: (UAN) Augusto Rigo, Steve Mac

+ One Thing: (UAN) Carl Falk, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha

+ More Than This: (UAN) Jamie Scott

+ Live While We're Young: (TMH) Carl Falk, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha

+ Little Things (TMH) Ed Sheeran, Fiona Bevan

+ Kiss You (TMH) Albin Nedler, Bonn, Carl Falk, Kristian Lundin, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha, Shellback

+ One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks) (charity single) Debbie Harry, John O'Neill, Nigel Harrison

+ Best Song Ever (MM) Ed Drewett, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Wayne Hector

+ Story Of My Life (MM) Ed Drewett, Harry Styles, Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Wayne Hector, Zayn Malik

+ Midnight Memories (MM) Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson

+ You & I (MM) Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta

+ Steal My Girl (Four) Ed Drewett, John Ryan, Jonathan Cain, Julian Bunetta, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Wayne Hector

+ Night Changes (Four) Harry Styles, Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik

+ Drag Me Down (MITAM) Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta

+ Perfect (MITAM) Harry Styles, Jacob Kasher, Jesse Shatkin, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Louis Tomlinson, Maureen Anne McDonald

+ History (MITAM) Ed Drewett, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Wayne Hector

END OF THE HUGE BLOCK OF TEXT

Okay, so did he write 1D's most iconic and recognized songs? Well, no.

Color availability on tumblr is low so I have to change coding for the next bit. Pink is all five writing on the song, red is Louis + Liam, green is Louis + Harry.

I'll use top 10 for each metric.

Biggest singles overall according to Chart Masters:

* Chart masters is a website that aggregates sales and streams. It's not 100% accurate but it's the best approach we can get to the sales figure.

What Makes You Beautiful – 4,700,000

Story of My Life – 2,410,000

One Thing – 2,210,000

Little Things – 2,030,000

Live While We’re Young – 1,930,000

Best Song Ever – 1,810,000

Kiss You – 1,710,000

Drag Me Down – 1,450,000

Steal My Girl – 1,410,000

Night Changes – 1,150,000

More certifications worldwide:

What Makes You Beautiful: 9,368,000

Story Of My Life: 6,110,000

Drag Me Down: 3,793,000

Live While We're Young: 3,043,000

Little Things: 3,040,500

One Thing: 2,879,500

Best Song Ever: 2,507,500

Steal My Girl: 2,452,500

Perfect: 2,322,000

Night Changes: 2,147,500

Most viewed music videos:

What Makes You Beautiful: 1.5 billion

Drag Me Down: 1 billion

Story Of My Life: 1 billion

Night Changes: 878 million

One Thing: 808 million

Best Song Ever: 806 million

Live While We're Young: 745 million

You & I: 623 million

Perfect: 570 million

Kiss You: 563 million

UK chart peaks (longevity in brackets):

What Makes You Beautiful #1 (79 weeks)

Drag Me Down #1 (31 weeks)

Little Things #1 (27 weeks)

One Way Or Another #1 (17 weeks

Story Of My Life #2 (30 weeks)

Best Song Ever #2 (28 weeks)

Perfect #2 (20 weeks)

Live While We're Young #3 (25 weeks)

Steal My Girl #3 (22 weeks)

Gotta Be You #3 (7 weeks)

US chart peaks:

Best Song Ever #2 (21 weeks)

Drag Me Down #3 (20 weeks)

Live While We're Young #3 (16 weeks),

What Makes You Beautiful #4 (34 weeks)

Story of my Life #6 (32 weeks)

Perfect #10 (20 weeks)

Midnight Memories #12 (3 weeks)

Steal My Girl #13 (18 weeks)

One Way Or Another #13 (8 weeks)

Night Changes #31 (20 weeks)

If we average all of these different metrics, the order would be this (in case of a tie, whichever song has more streams on Spotify goes first):

What Makes You Beautiful 5 metrics, 1.6 average

Story of my Life 5 metrics, 3.4 average

Drag Me Down 5 metrics, 3.4 average

Best Song Ever 5 metrics, 5.2 average

Live While We're Young 5 metrics, 5.4 average

Perfect 4 metrics, 7.75 average

Night Changes 4 metrics, 8.5 average

Steal My Girl 4 metrics, 8.5 average

Little Things 3 metrics, 4 average

One Thing 3 metrics, 4.67 average

One Way or Another 2 metrics, 6.5 average

Kiss You 2 metrics, 8.5 average

Gotta Be You 2 metrics, 9.5 average

Midnight Memories 1 metric, 7

You & I 1 metric, 8

History No metrics

More Than This No metrics

Of the three singles Louis and Liam wrote together, only one makes the top 10 at 8. And that single is the lead for Four, remember what I said about leads being the songs that have a better chance at charting and selling well? Steal My Girl is by far the least successful lead single 1D has released at #8 (all the other four lead singles are in the top 5). I think it's actually kinda funny, ngl.

So far his "banger" assertion isn't really making that much sense, is it? He didn't write on even close to a majority of the singles, and the ones he did write, aren't really the biggest hits either...

There's a way for us to do this sort of assessment of "bangers" with non-singles. For that, the only tool we really have are Spotify streams.

I'll add a disclaimer that I think is important: ONE DIRECTION WASN'T ACTIVE IN THE STREAMING ERA.

The streaming era is largely regarded to start in 2015, when Billboard (the company that tracks the US charts) started including streams in their formulas, but it didn't really kick into gear until a couple of years later.

Look at this chart of Spotify active users from the first quarter of 2015 on. There were 68 million in 2015 vs 615 million in 2024. And this doesn't include 4 out of the 5 years 1D was active in.

1D actually got a lot of new streaming bests after Liam's passing, because of course people started to listen to their catalog there actively for the first time.

What I'm going to use streaming for is for their non-singles. There's no way to know how many units those songs sold unless you have access to their raw data (which only their team has), so streaming is as close of a guess as we can have as to which non-singles are popular.

Something I haven't detailed yet is the total amount of written songs by all members of the band. Let me do that:

List of writing credits:

Zayn - 11 9 tracks, 2 singles

Niall - 16 14 tracks, 2 singles

Harry - 21 18 tracks, 3 singles

Liam - 34 29 tracks, 5 singles

Louis - 37 31 tracks, 6 singles

Since there's such disparity in the number of songs written, let's do an average per track (excluding singles, since those have been analyzed already)

Zayn: 93,953,458 Niall: 102,031,790 Liam: 129,623,606 Louis: 137,115,106 Harry: 157,811,404

Harry has by far the largest average, Louis trails behind by 20M+ with Liam somewhat closer.

Just for shits and giggles, I wondered how many of the songs they'd written were above 100M:

Zayn 2/9 = 22%

Niall 6/14 = 43%

Liam 13/29 = 45%

Louis 14/31 = 45%

Harry 9/17 = 53%

Well, well, well... isn't that very curious?

IDK I think that it's starting to sound like if it's a banger by One Direction Harry probably wrote on it

I'm absolutely joking, btw, if it's a banger by One Direction Julian Bunetta probably wrote on it. But I will say, quantity <<<< quality.

I think it's safe to say that Louis didn't write 1D's bangers and he's full of himself.

THIRD POINT. "Louis was the main songwriter and the most important one in the band"

Louis wrote most of his songs by committee, so this is absolutely ridiculous to say. I mean, all five of them had a lot less say in the sound of 1D than fans would like to believe, but nobody is claiming any of the others were the "key member" because of their songwriting, so...

Aside from Zayn, who always wrote with at least two other members of the band + several other co-writers, we can actually look at who they were writing with and determine how important each member was for each song.

I'm taking these songs out of the equation because all five wrote on them, and that fully neutralizes them as an argument.

Night Changes

Story Of My Life

Fool's Gold

Taken

Summer Love

Change Your Ticket

Same Mistakes

Everything About You

Irresistible

Also taking out AM and Back For You, because while Zayn didn't write in them, all the other four did, and I'm not going to consider Zayn for this part of the point.

To make it more visually impactful, I'm color-coding the list. Red will be the most common number of co-writers, orange the mid, and green the low.

LOUIS - 26 tracks

Two with 2 co-writers.

Five with 3 co-writers.

Nine with 4 co-writers.

Six with 5 co-writers.

Two with 6 co-writers.

Two with 7 co-writers.

Average 4.3 co-writers per song

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LIAM - 23 tracks

One with 2 co-writers.

Two with 3 co-writers.

Twelve with 4 co-writers.

Five with 5 co-writers.

One with 6 co-writers.

Two with 7 co-writers

Average 4.2 co-writers per song

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NIALL - 5 tracks

Two with 3 co-writers.

Three with 4 co-writers.

Average 3.6 co-writers per song

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HARRY - 10 tracks

Four with 2 co-writers

Three with 3 co-writers

One with 4 co-writers

One with 5 co-writers

On with 6 co-writers

Average 3.2 co-writers per song

Louis usually wrote with 4 or 5 other people, so did Liam. Niall usually wrote with 4 or 3. Harry usually wrote with 2 or 3. I think that is EXTREMELY telling.

How important can you be for a song if you're writing it with several others? And this, this is the crux of the issue.

It's why this whole argument about how "important" Louis was for 1D and how he was such a great songwriter is utter bullshit.

This is the climax of this very boring post. The most important part.

I'm going to try to simplify this as much as I can. Try to bear with me.

When you write a song, you have to register the songwriters to get royalties (to get PAID). When a song has multiple songwriters, (most of the time) each one will get paid according to what they did on the song. In most cases, someone will have come up with the melody, which is a key part. Someone will have written most of the lyrics. Someone else might just get credit for suggesting adding an instrument or changing a part of an arrangement, switching a line, whatever

Each of these people will have songwriting credit, but not all of them will have contributed equally. And that's something that in most cases is actually divided when you register the credits of a song. You agree with your co-writers on who gets what % of the credits and that's how you register it. So when you get paid for it (what's called "royalties") each person gets compensated fairly for their contributions.

Whoever wrote the most will get paid the most, and so forth.

So how does this happen? Well, I have to explain something else very briefly. In order to get paid royalties, you have to register in a company that collects them (they collect from radio, from streaming services, from your song being used on TV, etc). The companies that do this are called Performance Rights Organizations, shortened to PRO.

There are multiple different PROs that you can get signed to. Different countries will have different PROs. In America the two most common ones are ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers) and BMI (Broadcast Music Inc.). There are other PROs in America, and there are other PROs in other countries.

In 1D, Zayn is signed to BMI, Liam, Louis, and Niall are all signed to PRS (Performing Rights Society), which is a British pro, Harry is signed to GMR (Global Music Rights), which is a newish American PRO founded by Irving Azoff.

BMI and ASCAP created Songview in 2020. Songview is a platform that allows you to search their databases and see their catalogs in an organized way. Songview will typically tell you if BMI or ASCAP control a song and what percentage of it they control.

One thing to keep in mind, foreign PROs (such as PRS) will collect royalties through an American PRO, typically either BMI or ASCAP (but it could be another one, such as SESAC or GMR), and that will depend on the individual arrangement the songwriter has. In Songview, royalties for those PROs will show up under either BMI or ASCAP, even if the songwriters aren't signed to them.

If the song is under another American PRO that isn't BMI or ASCAP, Songview will just show it as "other."

Songview isn't 100% infallible. There can be mistakes. You can access it through either ASCAP or BMI's website and the information will largely be the same. It's possible one of the two will have more details (usually BMI is friendlier to navigate). There can be mistakes, but they're rare.

Now, since what we're analyzing is the songs written while the guys were in 1D, I have to add another disclaimer. While the guys were in the band, all their songs were under a publisher (I'm not going to explain this, it's too much, you can look it up). The publisher's name was PPM Music LTD. All of 1D's songs went through that, regardless of who wrote them. So, if all five wrote on a song (like on Story Of My Life), we can't get their individual %. The individual % exists, but it's impossible to discriminate unless you have access to the filing information, which we do not.

PPM Music was signed to PRS and collected through BMI. I use past tense because, while it still collects their royalties, nobody is registering their songs through it anymore.

What's the point of all this? Well, we can do a little logic-guesswork-looky and get an estimate of the % of songwriting credits the guys have in several songs they've written for 1D.

For instance, let's look at Back For You, which is a song 4 members of 1D (everyone except Zayn) wrote for their second album, alongside Savan Kotecha (ASCAP), Rami Yacoub (BMI), and three Swedish songwriters called Carl Falk, Albin Nedler, and Kristoffer Fogelmark. These three Swedish songwriters are signed to STIM (which literally translates to Swedish Performing Rights Society).

The breakdown of this song is 85% for ASCAP, 10% for BMI, and 5% for "other."

We don't know any of this for sure, but most likely scenario, one of the STIM songwriters is collecting through an American PRO that isn't BMI or ASCAP (hence "5% other"), while the other two + Savan are collecting through ASCAP (85%).

Rami Yacoub + the 1D guys are all collecting through BMI and they divide the 10% controlled by it. Most likely scenario, Rami has 5% and the 1D guys split the remaining 5. Why? Because he was a professional songwriter and the 1D guys were teenagers who were just dipping their toes in music? Hahaha.

But aside from that, keep one thing in mind that's important. Carl Falk, Rami Yacoub, Savan Kotecha, and later on Julian Bunetta, John Ryan, and Jamie Scott were hired by their label to write music for 1D. They weren't going to sit for hours on a studio only to write 1% of a song. Typically, if you have a team of professional writers on a song, they'll either split credits evenly (because they do it as a 9 to 5 job) or there'll be one or two (usually the producers) who get slightly more credit.

But, okay, this is for their second album. The 1D guys were still finding their footing, right? Surely they'll contribute more down the line, once Louis TOOK CHARGE!

Okay, so here's Fool's Gold, which was written for their fourth album.

There's only one ASCAP writer (Maureen McDonald), but she has 40% of the writing credit. The remaining 60% is divided between all five members of the band + James Needle.

As per what I said above, James Needle probably had 40% as well, meaning the remaining 20% is divided in 5, which each member getting 4%.

But maybe I'm making assumptions! Alright. Let's go to History, Ed Drewett is with ASCAP and he has 32% of the writing credit. Leaving 68% to be divided by John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, Liam, and Louis. Considering Julian and John also PRODUCED the fucking song they most likely had equal parts or more than Ed Drewett. If we assume equal, that's 96% songwriting credit for Ed, Julian, and John and 4% to be divided between Liam and Louis.

We don't really have the luxury of knowing exact breakdowns because sadly, most songwriters involved with 1D are signed to BMI. We have to resort to this sort of guesswork, but it's pretty straightforward thinking. Julian and John (and a lot of the time, Jamie Scott as well) were instrumental in most 1D songs. They won't have less writing credit than Ed Drewett.

I'll do a breakdown song by song without all the commentary next, but keep in mind that there are a lot of songs in which 100% of the credits belong to BMI because every songwriter is signed to it. In that case I can't do any sort of breakdown. It's impossible to tell.

Those songs are...

From Midnight Memories: - Alive, Better Than Words, Diana, Does He Know?, Don't Forget Where You Belong, Little Black Dress, Midnight Memories, Something Great, Story Of My Life, Strong, Through The Dark

From Four: - Clouds, Illusion, Fireproof, Illusion, Night Changes, Ready To Run, Spaces, Steal My Girl

From Made In The AM: - Home, Long Way Down, Never Enough, Olivia, Walking In The Wind

The following songs are not filed on BMI or ASCAP: - Still The One, What A Feeling, and Wolves

Okay, so onto the ones I can sort of break down. Keep in mind I'm making EDUCATED GUESSES. I'm not including any more screenshots because it's getting annoying, but you can look it up here.

I'm going in order by album and tracklist

TAKEN (Up All Night)

Lindy Robbins 37.5% (ASCAP) Toby Gad 37.5% (ASCAP) Harry Styles 5% Liam Payne 5% Louis Tomlinson 5% Niall Horan 5% Zayn Malik 5%

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU (Up All Night)

Stephen Robson 40% (ASCAP) Wayne Hector 40% (BMI) Harry Styles 4% (BMI) Liam Payne 4% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 4% (BMI) Niall Horan 4% (BMI) Zayn Malik 4% (BMI)

SAME MISTAKES (Up All Night)

Stephen Robson 20% (ASCAP) Wayne Hector 20% (BMI) Harry Styles 12% Liam Payne 12% Louis Tomlinson 12% Niall Horan 12% Zayn Malik 12%

LAST FIRST KISS (Take Me Home)

This one is flat out wrong. Harry and Niall didn't write on this song. Also PPM Music isn't listed in the publishers. If you search the song on ASCAP, PPM Music is mentioned and Harry and Niall aren't in it, so that would be correct, but the percentages are different which confuses me further. My guess is that there's some sort of mistake in the filing on BMI, but I can't break down the percentages.

BACK FOR YOU (Take Me Home)

Already broke it down!

SUMMER LOVE (Take Me Home)

This one is complicated, there's an "other" that I can't place. So I'm gonna leave it up to god.

IRRESISTIBLE (Take Me Home)

I actually can't break this one down. There must've been a bunch of changes in societies that I can't track down.

HAPPILY (Midnight Memories)

Savan Kotecha 33.34% (ASCAP) Carl Falk 33.34% (STIM) Harry Styles 33.34%

RIGHT NOW (Midnight Memories)

I have to add screenshots here. This song was written by Harry, Liam, and Louis alongside OneRepublic frontman, Ryan Tedder. Ryan is signed with Global Music Rights (GMR, Harry's PRO that I mentioned earlier).

BMI says that they control 10% of the songwriting and 15% of the publishing, while "other" (GMR) controls 75%

But GMR says they control 70%

PPM Music LTD isn't listed as a publisher on BMI, which already happened with Last First Kiss. The difference here is that it's also not listed on ASCAP, so I don't think it's a mistake. My guess is that when Ryan moved his publishing of this song to GMR (he signed with GMR a couple of years ago), they also somehow moved Harry's rights as well, so that 70% is both Ryan and Harry's rights, and the remaining 30% is Liam and Louis'. In that case the breakdown would be:

Ryan Tedder 55% (GMR) Harry Styles 15% Liam Payne 15% Louis Tomlinson 15%

LITTLE WHITE LIES (Midnight Memories)

Ed Drewett 20% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 20% (BMI) John Ryan 20% (BMI) Wayne Hector 20% (BMI) Liam Payne 10% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 10% (BMI)

WHY DON'T WE GO THERE? (Midnight Memories)

Stephen Robson 25% (ASCAP) Wayne Hector 25% (BMI) Claude Kelly 25% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 25%

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO? (Four)

Ruth Cunningham 20% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 20% (BMI) Teddy Geiger 20% (BMI) Ali Tamposi 20% (BMI) Harry Styles 20%

FOOL'S GOLD (Four)

Maureen McDonald 40% (ASCAP) James Needle 40% (BMI) Harry Styles 4% (BMI) Liam Payne 4% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 4% (BMI) Niall Horan 4% (BMI) Zayn Malik 4% (BMI)

NO CONTROL (Four)

In this one, the only non-BMI songwriter has minimal credit, which doesn't allow me to distribute the remaining 90%. It could be split evenly 18% each, or it could be 20% for the professionals and 15% for Louis and Liam, or any other division. I can only guess so much.

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME (Four)

Something similar to what happened with No Control. Johan Carlsson only has 10% of the writing credit, so I have to divide 90% between Julian Bunetta, John Ryan, and Harry. It could be even or Julian and John could have more. No way of knowing.

CHANGE YOUR TICKET (Four)

Samuel Martin 10% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 20% (BMI) John Ryan 20% (BMI) Harry Styles 10% (BMI) Liam Payne 10% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 10% (BMI) Niall Horan 10% (BMI) Zayn Malik 10% (BMI)

PERFECT (MITAM)

Jacob Hindlin 17.67% (ASCAP) Maureen McDonald 17.67% (ASCAP) Jesse Shatkin 17.67% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 17.67% (BMI) John Ryan 17.67% (BMI) Harry Styles 5.83% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 5.83% (BMI)

END OF THE DAY (MITAM)

Ed Drewett 17% (ASCAP) Jacob Hindlin 17% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 17% (BMI) John Ryan 17% (BMI) Wayne Hector 17% (BMI) LunchMoney Lewis 5% (BMI) Liam Payne 5% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 5% (BMI)

IF I COULD FLY (MITAM)

Johan Carlsson 33.33% (ASCAP) Ross Golan 33.33% (BMI) Harry Styles 33.33%

LOVE YOU GOODBYE (MITAM)

Jacob Hindlin 40% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 40% (ASCAP) Louis Tomlinson 20% (BMI)

HISTORY (MITAM)

Ed Drewett 32% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 32% (BMI) John Ryan 32% (BMI) Liam Payne 2% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 2% (BMI)

TEMPORARY FIX (MITAM)

Peter Kelleher 16.67% (ASCAP) Benhamin Kohn 16.67% (ASCAP) Wayne Hector 22.22% (BMI) Thomas Barnes 22.22% (BMI) Niall Horan 22.22% (BMI)

AM (MITAM)

Ed Drewett 20% (ASCAP) Julian Bunetta 20% (BMI) Wayne Hector 20% (BMI) Harry Styles 10% (BMI) Liam Payne 10% (BMI) Louis Tomlinson 10% (BMI) Niall Horan 10% (BMI)

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Anyway, what's the conclusion here? Well, that if they were writing in big groups, then they most likely had very little say in terms of songwriting. We're talking 10% or less writing credit each. It's only when they go into smaller groups that they get a little bit more say and that's in very few songs.

I'm being extremely fair in these guesstimates and applying the same logic to everyone. Aside from very few examples (Why Don't We Go There? and Love You Goodbye, in Louis' case, Happily, If I Could Fly, and Where Do Broken Hearts Go? in Harry's, Temporary Fix in Niall's) where they have even splits in smaller groups, none of them were really the driving force in terms of songwriting.

Conclusion: Louis wasn't the key anything.

This idea that Louis was crucial for 1D's success because of his writing is fucking ridiculous by literally all metrics. He didn't write the most songs, he didn't write on most songs, he didn't write the biggest bangers or the most popular songs (not singles and not album tracks either), he wasn't the main songwriter on a single song he did write, in fact, more often than not his contribution was 10% or less of a song.

Can we end this debate for once?

We'll talk about the fact that he actually can't fucking write in the next post. I know this one was probably a little boring, but we needed to get this out of the way to get to the fun part. Which is coming next!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 7 thoughts

hmm. hmm. that is the sound if me pondering what i just watched.

(i understand that this episode was an analysis into mulder's self-destructive behaviors when faced with overwhelming grief, but. that does not mean i enjoyed vampire hookup time)

well. we shall start from the top!

i read that it was an episode about vampires which i thought was a weird narrative choice because. hello. scully still gone??? but then i remembered that i too ignored the main quest in skyrim to hunt some vampires and that i had no place to judge

(granted, my main quest wasn't finding scully though. might have given that a bit more priority than saving the whole world. because she IS my whole world)

we open with a guy that looks like joe biden meeting with an attractive young woman. they're making out in a hot tub and we just know someone is gonna get slurped upon. and woe, it be upon us! double vampire attack.

back in DC, mulder gets his old office back! it's covered in plastic. he takes some of it off. he adjusts his calendar from may to november, so we see how much time he and scully had been assigned to other tasks, which also has me wondering how she managed to get a new house that quick.

(also, this calendar is... scantily clad women posing next to tools such as hammers and saws. was this allowed? was this acceptable? was it normal? were the 90's a lawless wasteland and mulder an irreparable freak?)

well. scully is an x file now, and he puts her glasses and id into an evidence bag and closes the filing cabinet which was sooooo evil. but he can't bring himself to put her necklace away. oh man. oh he's gotta have it in case he finds her. he has to hold her close. i'm Fine this is Fine.

so. he goes out to california to deal with the joe biden looking fellow being murdered. and he is not wanted on the crime scene. we know this because someone greets him by saying "nobody called the bureau" and he says "well, they should have" and lifts up the tape to let himself in. because one thing about him is that he's gonna let himself into a place he isn't wanted.

he sees the writing of a bible verse in blood on the wall and says something about their grasp of biblical knowledge being "feeble and literal" and i was like okayyy need to have a theological discussion with him

he then scares the other guy who originally wanted to kick him out by reciting a LARGE amount of facts related to similar cases and it's very much giving photographic memory. got me thinking, have we ever seen this man forget something? (directions don't count. they're confusing. but everything else sticks in that man's brain)

he just needs one thing: a phone book. which he uses to call a blood bank and ask about a new guy. who must be the vampire who did this!

so he rolls up to the blood bank and i'm over here struggling because i do Not Do Blood, and i knew at this point this was gonna be a tough watch, but i didn't anticipate the non-blood related reasons why this would be true

anyway he's sniffing around the blood bank and he hears some slurping and wouldn't you know, this dude is tearing into a bag of the red stuff like it's a capri sun. somehow he gets him into custody, where the dude refuses to talk because the lights are on, and mulder comes in with a lamp he put a red filter over, because he was prepared for vampire interrogation.

the vampire is going on about how what he did isn't murder because it's not like animals hunting prey is murder which is. not the greatest approach in terms of legal defense. mulder tells the guard that the guy is delusional and it's best to play along, and he believed this to be true... until he, quite literally, burned to a crisp in the sunlight. and died.

he's talking to the coroner and rattling off a bunch of vampire facts and says he didn't believe in vampires which is so funny to me because like. why is that where you draw the line, my friend. not at bigfoot and definitely not at aliens. but man. vampires are just too out there for spooky mulder. until now!

the coroner has a very funny line: "you are really upsetting me... on several levels" which seems to be the general effect fox mulder has on people. and also because i felt the same way about his dumbass actions during this episode.

coroner finds a stamp on the dead body's hand, which seems to come from a nightclub. so naturally our fbi agent ends up there.

you often see posts saying that "(insert character here) should be at the club". i fear that this is not the case for fox mulder, but it's possible that it's his suit and tie that are throwing me off. he just doesn't seem like he belongs there. i ask myself, where should he be instead? perhaps some sort of star wars convention would suit him better. a book signing with some author he likes. idk, an interior decorating festival. not here.

i shall use my verbatim words to walk you through the next scene:

"pause. he's talking to a woman who was looking into a compact without a mirror. so. vampire suspect. and now why are they getting so close together. and getting a drink. okay now they're leaving to a new spot together? AFTER she admits to vampirism"

(here she did some stuff that required me to look away from my screen due to my Weak Constitution. but also it would have felt necessary to look away anyway because it was getting... charged)

she tries to get him to... suck on her finger... but he won't do it because aids. which is fair. i think that's a smart move, actually. it's just that getting flirty with a vampire he knows was involved with a ton of killings was such a stupid move, i don't know why it's now the braincells start to kick in.

that kills the vibe, though, so she gets another guy to take his place and things escalate.

mulder pulls in at a restaurant called ra. nice! the sun god! and he is... through a window, witnessing some more slurping action. he seems to want to intervene and save this poor soul being feasted upon...

but the poor soul is no poor soul at all! he comes out and decks mulder, and delivers this line with stunning conviction: "i don't know who you are, freak, but we're two consenting adults" and with this, he is forced to flee.

and yeah. it made me laugh. my expectations for the genre were subverted. he signed up for that shit! what he did not sign up for, however, was the next part, where he was killed by the other vampires.

cut to investigating the crime scene. mulder has brought along a forensic dentist, which is a job i had no idea you could go into. he needs to see about those bites, which are very human.

next they go to vampire woman's house. it's a very nice place. mulder... opens her oven. and sees a loaf of bread in there. and i'm thinking, man, i hope this doesn't go where i think it's going. baked goods... ovens... i never want a vampire pregnancy arc. but he cracks open the loaf and something red spills out and somehow, this to him means that she is gone and isn't coming back. he can read the signs of the bread. so add that to his resume. what did the bread tell you, my liege?

he seems to have stayed in her house, however, because he's there when she's back, and says he knows she was using the bread as a charm to ward off evil. because apparently that's an eastern european thing, blood bread to warn off evil. sound off if any eastern europeans in the chat wanna confirm or deny.

anyway. he's IN this woman he thinks is a vampire's HOUSE? what the hell. mulder seriously i need you to stop and think. like you should have stopped and done some thinking a while ago. honestly i'm not mad i'm just disappointed. and he's like "i want to save you come with me before they kill you" ohhh big tough man needs to save her huh. make him feel good inside. huh. certainly no ulterior motive here...

she's monologing about her horrible childhood and how sweet blood tastes. um girl. don't lie to him like that. i have busted my lip open before that stuff does NOT taste sweet and dangerous. it's like a penny with rust that you found in a parking lot.

it seems her vampiric origin story, if to be believed, is that things simply got too kinky. which is a new take on the genre.

(it's also about being caught in an abusive relationship and the damage that inflicts, but it seems abusive boyfriend came into vampirism at his kinky parties and things escalated from there. which. well. it blew the eyebrows clean off my head, to be fair)

at this point we see that he is WEARING SCULLY'S NECKLACE? he says something like "it's from someone i lost" and she says that she "hopes he finds her"

i did not like the undertones here and certainly not the overtones. because i knew where this was going. he was shaving in her bathroom. and let me tell you something: there is only ever a shaving scene in media because the writer needs a way to get some blood out of someone's body and into the real world. and man. i knew it was coming.

but what i didn't see coming was her SHAVING HIM??? girl. i am uncomfy. and she does, of course, cut him, and then they kiss. aggressively. terribly aggressively. can anyone answer what was going on in a satisfactory manner?

but the gag is: the original vampire- who burnt to a crisp in the jail cell, and was the abusive ex she spoke of- HE'S WATCHING THEM THROUGH THE WINDOW!

he breaks in and taunts the vampire woman about how he had to "wait for her to finish" and i was like cool. thank you SO much for that mental image i'm super happy with it. i definitely don't feel like i need a shower. but then he's going on about how he can't be killed.

here, at the tail end of the episode, we learn the rules of vampirism in this world: a vampire cannot be killed by a non-vampire. and a non-vampire BECOMES a vampire by consuming the blood of a believer and also taking a life. it is only here we realize that this woman is not an actual vampire yet, she just appropriates their culture by drinking blood unnecessarily.

mulder's still sleeping in her bed and she's like "you need to leave" and she stabs the wall to make her evil ex think she's killing him. but when they go to break out, mulder ties him up quite handily and he gets in the car to escape with vampire woman. until ANOTHER vampire woman jumps on the hood of their car. and main vampire woman knocks her out for a bit by running into her with said car, which is super effective.

mulder's leaving the place in shambles, his shirt still unbuttoned, wandering down the side of the hill. back at the house, now that we know the vampire rules, main vampire woman says she can finally kill the evil vampire ex. and he's like how!! you haven't had the blood of a believer or taken a life. so. she licks the blood off her hands (unclear if it's hers or mulders tbh) and says she'll take her own life. and drops a match after pouring gasoline.

so. that brings that to an end. and shabby looking mulder sits on a hill as he learns all four in the house died.

the episode ends with him playing with scully's necklace. which i don't even sort of feel like unpacking right now but maybe another time.

probably not, though, because i just didn't like this episode. and yeah, a lot of it comes down to me not wanting to see mulder hook up with people who aren't scully. can you blame me? is it so wrong to have preferences in this world?

but also, narrative wise- do you honestly see the guy fucking off to cali while scully's still missing to deal with an unrelated problem instead of devoting every hour of his life to finding her, like we saw him do in the last episode? you expect me to think he just puts it off for a lil while? the guy who, just last episode, pulled his gun on the ski lift operator to get to the top where she might be a little faster, and then choked his one and only suspect out of fury? you're thinking this is the guy that's gonna go soak up some west coast rays?

and yeah, he was obviously not himself through the episode- very cold and analytical- but c'mon. we all want to bang a vampire. he's not special. i just personally wouldn't do that if my friend were gone. like how is that gonna help the situation. be so for real. time and place!

and also the whole only learning the rules of being a vampire about 5 minutes before they need it to be plot relevant. that annoyed me too.

overall, mulder, like i said, i'm not mad, just disappointed.

let me know what you thought on this episode- i try to not be a hater, but i also understand that hating in small doses can be good for the soul. if it's a widely beloathed episode i'll feel better in my judgement as i join a long tradition of haters who have come before me.

[happyandticklish]

I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

[tmntheadcanons]

tmnt 2003 headcanons: bedrooms

Leo:

Neat, organized and clean. The vibes are pristine

His room is a place where he can go to meditate or strategize so he has everything organized for maximum focus

I feel like he would have good lighting too lots of candles and soft lights

Leo doesn’t have a lot of clutter, but he has a shelf or desk where he’s got some sentimental items displayed, something like birthday gifts or old toys. He just likes having them out where he can see them because he’s a big softie.

His room smells nice I feel like he would have a diffuser or use excessive amounts of scented candles

And he has his weapons wall because also he’s a show off and it looks cool.

Donnie:

Organized chaos

His room is a disaster it is cluttered with half-finished projects, scrapped papers and blue-prints, tools and broken appliances/computers he found in the junkyard that he’s saving for spare parts. I think he keeps a lot of this stuff in the lab but it bleeds over into his bedroom.

But he knows where everything is

And if someone tries to clean it up for him he goes feral. That’s HIS mess.

His room isn’t dirty though it’s just cluttered

Not conducive to a relaxing environment, Donatello shame on you.

zero regard for interior design

Has a sick desk set up though. The only clean part of his room is the massive, cia level computer set up

Raph:

It isn’t clean, but it isn’t nearly as bad as Donnie or Mikey’s rooms. He’s got stuff thrown on the ground or just kind of tossed wherever but he has a lot less clutter than they do.

He does have a designated relaxation corner where he’s got a giant arm chair for reading, knitting or napping. It’s a torn up, probably broken, ugly recliner, but it’s comfy and he loves it. He’s also got a bookshelf and a basket of yarn/work-in-progress knitting projects.

but then the rest of his room looks like an apocalypse bunker he’s got workout equipment, a locker for his weapons and his bike riding gear.

I could see him having a few posters up

Mikey:

Exactly what you’d expect it to be. It’s a disaster.

every surface is covered with takeout containers

But his room has a very cozy vibe. He’s got tons of posters and lights taped to the walls. He’s always got music playing when he’s hanging out in there. I feel like he would have a little tv in his room so he can sit at the end of his bed and play video games.

He’s got so much random, weird decor that he found and kept because he thought it was funny

His video game and comic book collections are displayed on a shelf and that’s the only organized part of his room.

But it’s a hangout spot

His bed hasn’t been made in at least 5 years

[pointyhatspointyears]

Bout-time-for-a-pinned Pinned

Hello there. You can call me Pointy or Yasumi. (She/her)

This is both a character blog for Yasumi the lala witch, and a general gaming blog for everything FFXIV, Dragon Age or Mihoyo.

I have an FC of OCs with my partner and most of my posts are different OCs of mine simping over different OCs of hers. You won't see much OC x Canon stuff here.

Not spoiler-free, but I try to tag spoilers. Feel free to let me know if I forget to.

Runs on a shuffled queue.

I follow from my non-gaming related main, and reblog to either @eorzeanadventures for vanilla stuff or here for modded stuff and non-ffxiv related games.

Occasionally NSFW but not very explicit. Minors DNI. Will tag with #nsfw or #nsfw gpose

This blog supports and encourages cringe. If you're allergic to cringe keep yourself safe and stay away.

OOC: I play on Chaos (Europe timezone) so sorry in advance for the weird hours (and broken English)

WCIF? my lala isn't visually modded all that heavily aside from a body replacement and a C+ template. But do feel free to DM me if you see anything you like or have any questions on using posing tools.

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Common tags:

My gposes: for all my own gposes, vanilla or modded

House of Beans: Everything related to our FC characters, gpose, comic, art, writing or otherwise.

Bean GIFs: all my own gifs

Bean comics: all the comics I create with gpose

OC Prompts: for ask games, memes or prompts started by others

Pointy Ears: Everything I reblog to do with elves, elezen & lalafells

Pointy Hats: Everything I reblog to do with magic & witches

Stars: STARS, man. They're pretty.

🎃🦇Fyeah Witch Pride Month 🦇🎃

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Character tags:

My OCs:

Yasumi: my main lalafell. Appears to be in her 30-40's but is allegedly 69 years old. Astrologian who lives in a cave under her own plot in the Lavender Beds and is rarely seen.

Gabriel (@eukrasiancrisis): The Ishgardian prig who bought her house, used as a front. Besties with her wife, to her chagrin. He talks a lot and says little. But his astrological chart is the only one Yasu has trouble reading other than her wife's, so she keeps him around out of curiosity. For science.

Theneras: Ex- Dreamer of Everlasting Dark from the First with a shameless amount of Dragon Age references

Goose (@goose-ffxiv): That loud Limsan butch who keeps visiting and making all sorts of noise. Besties with sister-in-law, so Yasu tolerates her. She's more fun than the elezen, at least.

Not my OCs:

Yuusei (@pocketyoukai): Yasumi's wife and saving grace. Our household's favorite smith & friendly neighbor who moved over from Kugane. Older sister of Yuuko. Has a family of spriggans.

Fyrstyrm (@fyrstyrm): Yasumi's gardener and probably the only person other than Yuusei she's completely comfortable around and trusts with her home and plants.

Yuuko: The little lady of the house & adopted daughter of Fyrstyrm & Gabriel

Amalthea (@theburningshield): Yuuko's miqo'te friend who occasionally visits that Yasu detected some pretty strong ass aether with. She seems to have the echo. Not someone she's comfortable having around for too long.

[arzuera]

Attention~

Hello, everyone! There have been a few posts going around in the DP and Danny Phantom tags that need to be addressed.

There is an artist called @mysticalcrowthings who has been posting Danny Phantom AI art to the tag without tagging it as such. Instead, they have been tagging it as their own personal work.

Here are a couple examples:

Original links:

Picture 1

Picture 2

Please note the many extra fingers, weird hand shapes, as well as proportions.

But ARZU! Danny is a ghost! He could be doing weird eldritch stuff!

Okay! I'll give you that. But I have further proof!

If you go into Crow's archive you will find these posts from June and July of this year 2023:

Link to original

and

Link to Original

Here is a screencap of the archive as I saw it at the time:

Then in October, 2-3 months later. They are posting art like this:

Link to Original

(BTW look at that weird ass birb placement in the middle)

Link to Original

The screencap of the archive as of this current moment:

That is an insane amount of improvement for only 2-3 months between those examples. Not to mention, each piece is drastically different. I'm sorry to say that this is AI-generated and should be tagged as such.

Now, @mysticalcrowthings I don't like doing this but what you are doing is wrong. AI art takes from art all over the web to make those images meaning it is STEALING art from other artists and using their resources without their permission. AI isn't talent. Anyone can put a word or image into AI and hit the button enough times to get something halfway decent. AI is a tool that should be used to learn from or to be like "Hey look what the bot did! Isn't that neat how it did that?"

Making AI art does not make you an artist. You did nothing.

Ai art is its own thing and should be tagged as such.

This may sound a bit harsh but I just want to think that this is from a young mind who lost their way a bit and tried to go for a quick grab at fame.

Listen. I highly doubt you will read this but I do not want you to give up on your art because it didn't get a lot of notice initially and a bot could do it better. You have a great foundation and a wonderful start on both traditional and digital pieces! The best thing you can do as an artist is practice and keep LEARNING. We all start somewhere!

There are tutorials for everything everywhere! I want you to be as good as that someday! So I hope you realize your mistake and get back on the right path because this one is just going to end in you giving up art for good, from being discouraged and outcasted by the fandom spaces you love to frequent.

And that saddens me to no end.

[spinningalbinoturtle]

Where they like to shop-LOTR

Frodo- the bookstore obviously. He especially likes to support indie bookstores but if need be he will resort to Barnes and Noble. Always tells himself he will only get one book and walks out with ten (he always gets at least one for Sam) He likes artisan markets and boutiques and loves a vintage fashion store. He also can spend several hours in any yarn store.

Sam- the nursery! He goes through the entire store and every greenhouse very thoroughly. Usually comes out with a dozen new plants. Similarly enjoys the hardware store. Always has some landscaping project going on. Loves a good open air food market or little family run delis. Loves a good spice selection. Cannot go into a cookware store without buying something.

Merry- Merry of course loves the weed store. He also likes to shop for fancy wine. I get the sense that he would like shopping for nice suits too. He’s got a good sense of style. Loves to go to touristy shops and get the weirdest thing there. He does collect city mugs. He also collects the weird paintings at Goodwill which he will hang up in his parents house without telling them.

Pippin- Pippin is kind of an impulse buyer. Pretty much any store he enters he will buy something in. He spends way too much money at Target (“they have everything Merry!”). Is big on seasonal decorations and will always buy like the giant Halloween things that jump out at you and massive amounts of Christmas lights. Also has an absurd amount of ugly Christmas sweaters.

Gandalf- like Merry does spend quite a bit at the dispensary. Likes a good woodworking shop. Likes to buy unique carved pipes. And of course spends over a thousand dollars at the fireworks stand.

Aragorn- his main shopping destination is the feed store. Buys all kinds of shit for his horse. Is a loyal REI customer. He always buys the really good quality stuff for backcountry camping. He knows more than the employees there about what is a good brand to get and will happily assist other customers who assume he works there. He also likes to go shopping for Arwen and will usually get her some beautiful piece of jewelry or a really really nice handknit sweater.

Gimli- man loves the hardware store, loves his power tools. Likes to hang out in the lumber yard much to Legolas’s distress. Comes home with a bunch of rocks and woods that he builds stuff with. Also likes to jewelry shop and admire all the nice gemstones- he has an excellent eye and will often go with Aragorn when he is shopping for Arwen. He likes handcrafted stuff from wood, stone, and ceramic and likes to support local artists. Always on the lookout for a good bargain at the hardware store but willing to dish out quite a lot for something unique and handmade. Knows good craftsmanship when he sees it and likes to support other craftspeople.

Legolas- accompanies Gimli and Aragorn to the jewelry store and always manages to convince Gimli to get him something despite having plenty of his own money. Loves the plant store and samples all the edible and some non edible plants. He can legitimately spend a couple of hours at the wine store. Will go to fancy wine tasting events with Gimli. Fashionista man will happily spend an afternoon walking through the high fashion district where all the attendants know him. Similarly an expert Sephora shopper.

Boromir- like Gimli loves the hardware store they run into each other there and end up chatting for like an hour. Loves a good appliance store. Chats with the Best Buy people while picking out a new fridge. Is very particular about getting good quality shoes so he goes to like really nice shoe stores. Absolutely loves a furniture store-will always be on the lookout for a good sale there.

Bilbo- antique store expert! Wanders around until he sees something he likes. Buys a lot of nice antique furniture. An expert clothes shopper-he usually takes Frodo with him who doesn’t mind cause Bilbo pays. Bilbo will exclusively go to second hand bookshops and buy the super rare things behind the locked glass. Also likes to go look for nice rugs, blankets, and linens. Does love the cooking store and usually offers to pay for Sam there (Sam always declined when he worked for Bilbo but once he and Frodo got married he let Bilbo buy him stuff).

Eowyn- shopping for weapons. This woman has a massive sword collection its honestly kind of scary. Also likes the hardware store and the home improvement. Generally she’s not really a big shopper - she really only buys something unless she needs it or as a present for someone else.

Faramir- Faramir loves the pet store. Totally an animal person and has like four cats and two dogs and like a couple guinea pigs and maybe a turtle. Buys so many pet accessories. Eowyn thinks it is cute but ridiculous. She has to remind Faramir that no they do not have room for any more animals-yes not even that gecko- every time they go into the pet store.

Arwen- loves going high end fashion shopping with Legolas. Is really into nice fabrics and weaves so likes to shop for things like fancy tablecloths. Loves a good shoe store. Also a big fan of hat shops. Gondor is a lot brighter than Rivendell so she wears lots of hats to keep her eyes shaded. Starts quite a few fashion trends this way. She also likes to shop for art-especially paintings and statues. She often attends art gallery events and almost always buys something that will be priceless in a few years-she has the money she’s a queen!

[ceilidho]

The fact that I've been thinking about bear shifter Price religiously ever since you posted him. Thinking about how thick he would be, all broad shoulders and huge biceps with thick chest hair on his gorgeous pectorals. About how in the fall he would gain weight and be so warm, soft, and so cuddly as the hibernation season sets in. You would run into him less and less, but the bear sightings in the park go up as the days get shorter and colder.

Thinking of him in a flannel and a beanie holding his morning coffee and watching as you stroll right past him, paying him no attention, as he waits until night time to grab you and have his way with you in his cave. Large hands, strong and cushioned body working your form into the harsh stone of the cave floor as he rams into you.

Thinking of his actual house (non cave moment) that feels like a log cabin and is filled with luxurious fur blankets and has a huge wood burning stove in the living room. Thinking of him lumberjacking away in the woods and coming to find him sweaty and sexy sitting on his porch admiring the view of the evergreen forest around him.

Its almost fall and I need him to be able to move into the season properly

anon u should've just made this a post and tagged me so i could reblog it bc this is brilliant. ooohhhh you tickled something good inside my brain like im curling up at the thought of this price.

wait I'm also thinking of something else. bear shifter!Price two months out from hibernation season and he hasn't started stockpiling food or blankets in his cabin just yet and the urge is starting to get to him. itching under his skin. he's been putting it off without a real reason, getting lost in the forest for long swaths of time, trudging through the new snow up high in the mountains.

he starts showing up at your house at odd hours. you're fixing coffee in the morning, still fuzzy and warm from sleep, only to hear the sounds of hammering outside. you find John fixing the loose step on your stairs, barely sparing enough time to greet you before returning to the task at hand. when he's done, he brushes off your attempts to pay him for the job, just loads his tools back in the car and drives off.

the next day he's raking the leaves in your lawn. then showing up at the grocers when you're picking up produce, helps you carry all your bags to the car. also adds a weird amount of canned goods to your order and when you fret and try to tell him that you don't need pickles and sauerkraut and beans and all of that stuff, he just lays a hand flat on your head and drags it down your hair until you go quiet. then he pays for the whole order.

it takes him awhile before he realizes that he's slowly turning your house into his den.

[verdemoun]

hi im back on my "overlooked things" bullshit

the gang and clothes. oh god that must've been chaotic. What the fuck do you mean you don't have to wear a union suit. What do you mean you??? Just??? Get to dress however you want??? Hello whY IS THERE SO MANY WOMEN WEARING PANTS WOW???

Comfort clothes. Kieran and clothes was already mentioned once, but I'm thinking about others. Some stick to their style, probably. I see Hosea as such a guy. John is living out his emo dreams /j

Charles, his newfound hobby of (insert vague gesture here) you know, and special clothes for this sort of thing. And protection. Good gloves, goggles, all that. Mate's in heaven. You cant tell me otherwise.

The first shopping trip is a fucking journey every time a new person appears. The availability. Prices. The materials. PRINTS. (I work with prints on fabric and lemme tell you. That shit is wild even for me. Let alone 1899 people.) The vast amount of styles and all that.

And, dumbass designs of course. The weird ones you can get from AliExpress or whatever and it's a fucking trip every time. As much as I wanna say it's Sean who discovers those first, I'd say it's Arthur. My guy wasn't too quick to learn tech and stuff so he saw a nice tshirt for a low price, ordered it, and he didn't look at it what was written.

His 1899 mindset of "i have it therefore it cannot be thrown away i can't afford more" wins out and he keeps it. You can't tell me otherwise.

welcome back always get the happiest hand flapping stim getting to long asks

absolutely assuming every woman who wears pants is a lesbian for the longest time

wearing pajamas for the first time. clothes being so plentiful they have a designated for sleep. and sleepwear being so much more comfortable than a union suit or ye olde undergarments the first time most of them wear flannel is a life changing experience.

bessie accidentally bought hosea clothes whenever she saw something she thought her husband would like it was her way of coping with him being gone for so long. he is rocking the brown loafers looks like he owns a yacht the beige pants but also coziest old man sweaters

john and arthur both just wear slightly modernized versions of their regular clothes they are dorks. john has the black leather bikie jacket with stupid fashion belts and buckles he looks amazing like generic punk outfit

CHARLES bordering on hoarder with the gloves. guilty of buying gloves in different colors just because he likes the color even though he already has 3 pairs of the same glove. most of the time enjoying the comfort of looking like a southern dad with the plaid and jeans but also work pants with the extra knee padding and a dozen pockets a different tool in every pocket walking down the street need a screwdriver? tape measure? wrench? electrical tape? timber screws? always on hand.

lenny and sean are the temu fashion disasters. bird shirts floral prints galore. the technicolor because it's so new to them!! the most hideous busy patterns but somehow making it work

sean accidentally bought a blue lives matter shirt and lenny had to draw the line and explain sean no. he started wearing it inside out instead of throwing it out and attempted to bleach the crappy iron off

arthur is so self conscious and so convinced he is ugly he is hyperaware of not sticking out in modern era he went through plain shirt and unremarkable pants for months. guilty of having a hoodie he won't leave the house without until he eventually settles on just modern era gunslinger outfit. owns 4 versions of the same outfit because he has npc energy in modern era can fit every piece of clothing he owns in a backpack.

[roachyboi]

Fanfic idea for Generation Loss!

This takes place after episode three after an undisclosed amount of time. The setting is a stage that has two seats with a table in-between them. The table has a vase of red roses but their covered and dripping with slime, slime is also all around the stage and staining the chairs. A cup filled with slime is on the table and the other cup will always be empty other then a spider that has taken up residence in the cup. The background of the stage is a big window that only shows the slime dimension.

(Trigger warning for slight gore at the end!)

The host of the “after show” is Slime Demon Charlie and he interviews everyone about their time on the show, like an actual show host would. It’s kind of like how in Big Brother they show clips of stuff that happened and talk about it. It’s basically that.

He will never get up to shake their hand because he’ll get stuck to their hands and also he’s stuck to the chair.

Every single character gets their own time to talk to Demon Charlie, and I mean everyone (minus the SnowFall employees). The rats, Frank, Hetch, the Puzzler and even Charlie’s goons get their small moment to shine and be able to answer questions. I imagine that the rats and goons would share an interview as Valkyrie was the only person that actually spoke.

The interviews go well but the viewers never see the characters walk out to the stage and take a seat, in fact they move so little. Every time an interview ends it cuts to an obscure commercial for something that doesn’t exist or is just weird and useless. But other then that the interviews go seemingly well. The characters try not to be out off by Charlie’s slime and just smile and nod at his smile jokes to keep him happy. They talk about the show, things they did and life in general. Very casual for people who were just tortured, but there’s always something wrong with it.

Austin keeps insisting he has a wife and kids, Niki keeps insisting that she’s nice, Sneeg is kind of a dick and gets asked about the suspected relationship between him and Frank, Ethan talks about his fish a lot, The Puzzler talks about how disappointed he is that he couldn’t party with the four who dressed up, Vinny asks if Charlie has ever lost a sock that he may have, and Hetch talks about how he’s glad his acting was convincing enough to trick Ranboo into trusting him.

Frank’s interview is very quiet and Charlie seems to be hearing the best gossip from him. There’s even a moment where Charlie gets to interview his other personalities but it’s through an obviously pre-recorded screen as they keep talking over each other and sometimes the answers don’t match the questions.

The very last person that comes on the stage is (surprise!) Ranboo. Just like everyone else he is very relaxed and apathetic, just joking around and seemingly looking fondly back at the memories, making a comment that they wished they had dressed up a little more when they all had mistaken one of the puzzles as a dress up puzzle.

And then something glitches, the company’s filter gets lifted for a few seconds and it’s revealed that the entire time Charlie has just been a bloody rag, all the alike around the room is blood. The slime dimension window was actually a false window and behind it there was a lot of blood stains and bloodied tools.

The worst part of it all is that Ranboo is a corpse. It’s his corpse with the box still on his head and everything, covered in dried blood and it’s obvious that the body has been left to lay out for a few days.

It’s revealed the entire time, using the filter, everyone’s corpses have been limp on the couch during their ‘interviews’ being held up and positioned by metal rods stabbed through their limbs. Everything was fake. They’re being useful for the last time to squeeze a little more content out of them.

[randall-lloyd]

Randall's Phonetoy Rambles

This post is a compilation of Phonetoy [Steven Stevenson x Matthew Virginia] rambles from my dsaf safe haven au. These will be copy/pasted and date stamped! Keep in mind this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE and doesn't entirely weigh on canon dsaf. Without further ado, Phonetoy!!

December 28 2024 [two images with text]

December 28 2024: "I always try to treat my phone guys in this au with respect

.....

So I try to give em that. Steven had a boyfriend before becoming a phone guy? Well, what if he and Matt have known each other a long time and that was the boyfriend?"

December 28 2024: "god I talked to skip about this but cleaning the phone guys

cuz they can't just shower or relax in the tub they have to be sponge bathed, pretty much

I talked about Steven and Matt's dynamic [bc I'm a filthy Phonetoy fanboy] and how Matt has his own set of cleaning stuff for Steven like softer rags n gentle soap and some multi-surface cleaner for the phone parts

even a lil gentle bristled toothbrush that's used for the areas where the wires go in n out, or where the phones connected to the body"

December 28 2024: "I'm so soft with my phone guys and I'm pathetic when I think about them living peaceful lives

Like Steven n Matt being together and having their little family, Steven loves being a part of that. His view of children changes when Max is left outside of Matt's doorstep bc Max was effectively abandoned by one of Matt's siblings

[in this au Matt escaped a cult type deal where the premise was have HELLA kids and submit to the higher power. He was one of 13 siblings]

But Steven is used to children being viewed as a chore and a business liability, but Max changes that and he starts seeing them as jus. Little people who, with the right tools and advice, become adults who can navigate the world and be comfortable asking for help.

ughghhhghgjgh Stevens so soft in this au I could keep going"

December 28 2024: "he definitely loosens up a lot

phone guys, once they're handed to whoever "took the heroic burden of caring for a machine that's guaranteed to never love you" they have the option to retire without being scrapped

and Steven does just that. He retires. Early retirement, no less. He takes the time to relax, to fix the aches and pains in his back, to remind Matt he's back and there's no need to worry about him being taken away

ughghghghhhhh shoot me I'm becoming a gross sap"

December 28 2024: "Matt in safe haven is a case I don't actually get into bc I get scared of going way out of character but like.

and again this is jus safe haven

he deflects. He grew up in that weird lil cult deal, and escaped into the sanctuary of someone else's house when he was only fourteen

He had to completely start over and that's already hard enough when you're a teenager, but to also be transgender in this time period was scary

He met Steven towards the end of 8th grade and clung. That was his kindest friend (and his only one)

and having to hear about him becoming a phone guy was devastating. Because that was his person and now he's this shell of his former self

so he deflects while trying to get Steven back bc that's his only person. He doesn't have family, other friends, just a cat and a Steven."

December 28 2024: "Steven has an accent that sorta omits the "th" sound from a lotta words and unfortunately no amount of corporate tool making can get rid of it so Matt fuckigb clocked Steven as soon as he spoke bc he says "Mattyew""

January 7, 2025: "Matt in Safe Haven is the character with the most minimal amount of changes

the biggest things are:

- he's a trans man

- he is estranged from his biological family [long story]

- he's in a romantic relationship with Steven

his family is still well involved (in the cult), including his eldest brother who is Max's (Steven and Matt's adopted son) biological father [because remember, Max is biologically Matt's nephew but he adopts him and raises him as his son]

When Matt escaped he made it clear he'd be unfindable. Changed his whole entire name and he wasn't bothered until Max was dropped on his doorstep due to maxs "refusal to bond with future life companion""

[On January 8th 2025, I was asked if Matt ever told anyone his old name in reference to his original family name. I had this in response]

"he's only ever told Steven

...

and Steven runs on his own lil system of "don't pry unless you're asked to"

so far it's a solid system"

This is everything I have so far, I'll have all of my Phonetoy art in a separate post! Thanks for reading !!!

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 9 (6/7)

"Easy love, I'll help. Just tell me what to do." Leo smiled a little more, finally able to take a breath and calm down a bit with Usagi's reassurance. April and Donnie didn't know what they were talking about, they had nothing to worry about. And so what he ate people, that was nothing dangerous compared to some of the fucked up things villains have done, even Draxum who was like their weird step-dad did some pretty fucked up things, including attempted genocide! So who cares if his boyfriend ate some bad guys.. Isn't that what recycling is? He's not a killer he's an environmentalist! Leo got all the tools he needed and set them on a roller table, sitting himself on the bed not too far from Hyo so Usagi wouldn't be too far incase he woke up. He'd most likely sleep through the night but he still didn't want to make his boyfriend any more anxious about it then he was already. "Here, I marked where it should be, all you gotta do is cut it out, I'll give myself a lil adrenaline shot to stop the bleeding, then you stitch it up and well be good to go. Should only take.. Maybe five minutes?" Usagi nodded and grabbed the small knife on the tray after unwrapping his arms, "Y'know, I've never done this on someone who's alive, so make sure to let me know if I hurt you." Leo nodded, "I just.. Can't believe he'd spy on me, what if he heard something I didn't want him to or something private! I just- What else has he been doing without me knowing?" Usagi nodded and gently grabbed Leo's arm, pressing his fingers against his muscles trying to pinpoint where it was exactly to make sure he didn't hurt anything else. Once he felt the small bump under his skin he tugged his arm out further and glanced to Leo a last time, "Ready then? You may continue to vent, it may help keep your mind distracted." Leo nodded glancing to the knife then back up to him, "Yeah, I'll be fine, I mean you know the kinda stuff I used to do to myself so I can handle this. Besides, maybe if you kissed it better I'd be more inclined to sit still for you~" Usagi rolled his eyes and pressed the knife against Leos inner arm, "Well if you want fewer stiches try not to move anyway." He stopped talking as he started to concentrate, glancing between the incision and Leo's expression to make sure he was actually alright and not just trying to be brave. Leo however wasn't paying much attention, he was looking back at Usagi's expression. "I can feel it in there, what now?" Leo at first didn't respond, too busy fawning over his boyfriends features but soon snapped out of it and looked back, "Right- Uh you can use those uh.. Tongs? And grab it. If it feels stuck you can probably cut it out but I don't think it'll be too hard to get." Usagi nodded doing as told, the faint smell of blood rising making his nose twitch. Leo held back a chuckle as he watched him work, there was of course a small amount of pain but it was well over shadowed by everything else distracting him. Like his cute boyfriend doing his little nose twitch as he sorted through the small line of tools. Once Usagi got a hold of the device and carefully pulled it out he set it on the tray, studying it for a moment, it was about the same size as a grain or rice. "That's.. Under other circumstances this would be quite intriguing.. The man who invented this technology was in his forties when he first began materializing it. Yet your brother is only near sixteen and fabricating his own… But anyway- The stitches, right, walk me through it." Leo pulled up a video on his phone for a better visual and explained things around the images to help, thanks to the internet it was over and relatively painless. Usagi held Leos arm after the final stitch was in place and as promised, gently pressed his lips above the wound kissing it better. "I'm a little surprised you didn't ask for a bite~"

Part 9.7 Part 1

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