#hmm. I need to get a blender

[lokh]

remembering very abruptly that i desperately need to work on lowering my cholesterol levels. anyone got any advice

[asordidbarwere]

still thinking about how when I asked my therapist how I should go about building up more confidence re: being open about my gender and correcting people and he literally was like "why do you think you NEED to come out?"

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 10, day 12

I have got to stop staying up so late on the weekends, no wonder I'm getting so many migraines...

Anyway I really liked the sunlight on the sword from yesterday's render so I think I'll work on adding that back in. Maybe. Idk, it's a lot of work lol

[jjwolves]

SOFTLOCK

What: ENA the Worker X Reader Where You Gotta Wait

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1,000 Words, ~5 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive Content (Near End)

Important clients. Potential revenue streams. Networking event. All of these words and more were ENA's attempts at explaining why this next job was so important. One descriptor would have done just fine, but several descriptions made out of her corporate prose make comprehending this job impossible. It's not rare whatsoever that ENA understands where she's going and enthusiastically pulls you along while you're left in the dark. You just wish that she had mentioned how long of a wait this job was going to be before dragging you there. Not that she could have known.

You two meet with the receptionist, a skeleton who uses an x-ray machine to appear as a ghost which can talk and give actual direction. You roll with it. She directs the two of you to the Queast Stairway and, with a sinister tone, suggests that you should bring a crossword puzzle. It's in one ear and out the other with ENA; she's set on attending this whatever-who-cares, and when you suggest that maybe there's something a tad ominous about the receptionist's directions, she lets you know exactly what she's thinking about that. "It's just garbled nonsense from an unhappy customer. Is she our mama bird?! No, she's not! So she can cram it!" ENA clears her throat as she continues stringing you along. "Now, back to our regularly scheduled presentation." Eventually, you two make it to a small room, like an elevator. Your girlthing has already stepped inside, so you may as well bite the bullet and follow her. A mistake in retrospect, perhaps, once you see the metal doors slide shut. "How jarring." A small square sign flips its numbers down and reveals a worrying message: 14 HOURS UNTIL RELEASE. You really hope that isn't saying what you think it's saying, because it sounds like you need to stay in this small room for 14 hours straight. You ask ENA if she knew about this. "Patience is a virtue when you're trying to build a business, but I wouldn't test your entrepreneurship in such a way, love."

You decide to begin draining the chronological bathtub by asking about the other ways that one can "test your entrepreneurship". "Hmm. Well, it's common belief that a delicious handshake is the key needed to unlock the door of a fulfilling career. But I don't imagine you have a blender nor enough hands to make one." You test your might by shaking ENA's hand gently. It's so squishy and warm. And it's getting warmer. You're not sure you want to let go. "Aha, everything the businessman's hand touches turns to gold, but it seems I've already struck it." You close your eyes and smile as ENA squeezes your hand affectionately. Suddenly, you get goosebumps on your skin as she traces thin white lines on your arm with her colder, sharper hand. You shudder. "I know that it's inappropriate to promote you to honorary clipboard, but I just wanted to see if I could make a note with you. I figure it's as good a time as any now that we have the room to ourselves." Yeah, you two had the room to yourselves, all right. You had it for a while.

You sit next to ENA in the corner of the room, singing songs to eachother. Well, commercial jingles, actually. You admit that you've always liked that little ditty that played whenever a spatial translation booth powered on and turned someone flat: "Time to flat-enize, time to crawl on the walls!" "A choice advertisement. I look forward to having one on my own. It'll just... blare out everywhere the common consumer exists. The air will be charged with business." You ask her why you don't make her own right now. "What? Me? I don't have the forms for that. I'm just a working entity." Patiently, you explain that you don't need forms just to come up with a song. Publishing might be different. Maybe she'd like it if you both collaborated on it. ENA's expression stays the same most of the time, but right now a subtle shine in her eyes tells you that you've touched something deep with your suggestion. She takes to nervously fiddling with her cap's brim. "You really want to synthesize a jingle? With me?" Yes. And it should be about triangles, because they are the most stable shape. ENA is energized by the suggestion and begins clapping. "Oh! Oh! Yes, yes they are! Maybe something like... 'We have three angles; chocolates aren't one!'" You give her a round of applause and tell her that it's perfect, to which she snaps a pale head to you. "You say that like you don't want to add something. I thought we had something mutual, dammit!" ENA shoves her megaphone into your hands. "This is a jingle of love, and your ass has to contribute or step out of the boardroom!" It's a lot of pressure, but you add on 'Don't point at me, point at the sun!' because it rhymes and you think it's fun-sounding. Very seriously and with murderous eyes, ENA says, "Good, because if you didn't, I'd be doubting your role at this company! Now let's skip the singing and get to kissing; we're halfway there already."

Several animated raincoats stand idly outside of the Waiting Room doors, snickering conspiratorially amongst themselves. "Do you think they know that the timer is completely arbitrary? I bet they think they really have to stand there for an hour." "I know, and not just that, but they just accept it right away. Chumps!" "We've had our fun. One hour is enough torture, I think. Let's let the suckers out already." One of the raincoats switches a lever. They collectively startle when the doors slide open to reveal ENA straddling you in the middle of a furious makeout session. A pale hand grips the back of your hair while you passionately explore her skin and clutch at her sides, a strap falling haphazardly over her shoulder, hat long abandoned in the corner. "CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT! AW, DISGUSTING!" The raincoats flip the switch again. "You know what, leave them in there for the full 14 hours. I need to go drink some rainwater to forget what I just saw."

[imbaebi]

Bingsu Gone Wrong??

ִֶָ࣪☾. 한지숭 —

paring: bf!han x m!reader

genre: miscellaneous fluff

warnings: none?

wc / cc : 909 / 4.8k

skz summer masterlist

synopsis —---

all you wanted was to make some patbingsu but somehow ice flew everywhere around your kitchen so now you're left with puddles and a pouty han jisung

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

It was hot, like really hot these pass few days. You stayed inside mostly, because each and every time you stepped outside you felt like you would melt from either the sun's heat rays or the humid Korean air. Yeah, staying inside was a must. Thank God you worked at home.

It was a lazy afternoon, you had clocked out early since you finished all your work. Now you are scrolling through your feed while laying on the couch. You come across a video of a bingsu review. You were suddenly craving the shaved ice dessert. You could totally make some right now... You get off the couch, quickly heading over to the kitchen. You open your fridge, you had some left over sweet red beans from another dish you made a couple days ago, mangos and blueberries. You knew you also had condensed milk as well.

The door bell suddenly rings. You weren't expecting anyone but you had an idea of who may be at the door. You open the door to reveal your boyfriend, Jisung.

    “Hi Handsome.” He greets. You had only opened the door for just a second before the giant blast of heatwave hits your face. You pull him inside and shut the door to keep the hot air out.

    “Babe, you're just in time. I was about to make some patbingsu.” You explain as he follows you to the kitchen. You have everything you need to make the treat, all that's left was to shave the ice. “Want to help?”

    “Sure!”

You take out your blender from the bottom cabinet before plugging it in the outlet. You take a big bowl to the fridge to get some ice. Once there was enough ice, you bring the bowl to the counter.

    “You can do the ice while I cut up the fruit.” You instruct your boyfriend with a simple task.

    “Alrighty, that I can do.” You nod before going over to the cutting board. You only need to cut the mangos, there was no need to cut the blueberries for they were tiny enough. Jisung watches you go about the plain task of cutting the fruit. There was just something about the way you were doing it which he found attractive. Like how your muscles slightly flexed when you put pressure on the knife, and how your face looked when focused.

“Honey, the ice will melt before you even get a chance to shave it if you keep staring at me like you are now,” you chide with a shake of your head but you couldn't stop the grin from appearing on your face.

    “Right. I can't help it though, you're too handsome.” He whines before dumping the ice into the machine.

“Ji, make sure—” Before you could tell him to make sure the lid was closed properly, before you even got the words out, Jisung starts the machine. And well, you couldn't warn him soon enough. The blender lid flys off.

Ice pieces begin to fly all over the kitchen making Jisung let out a string of swears as he tries to turn it off. When he finally turns it off, the counters, floors, his face and even the ceiling was wet.

    “Holy shit!” You laugh when you saw the water dripping from his face, the view was too funny to not laugh. Your boyfriend pouts. “Wow! I was but a second to late to prevent this.”

You go and pat his head. “It's alright, Ji. We'll just clean this up and start again.”

You grab a couple paper towels and hand him some. You two clean up the mess in no time. But the pout was still on Jisung's face. He looks so cute with his jieekies and adorable pout. You couldn't help but kiss him. His pout melts off his lips as he kisses you back. His back hits the counter. You pull back.

    “Let's try this again, but this time you make sure the blender lid on tight, hmm?” He blushes at the octave your voice lowers to. The position was rather intimate too, you towering him while he's trapped against the counter was doing things to his heart.

    “Y-yeah.” He swallows hard.

You smirk a bit before taking a step back. You reach over to take the bowl and fill it up with ice once again. You bring it back over to Jisung who then dumps it into the blender with slight shakey hands. You must have really affected his heart a minute ago. This time he makes sure the lid was tightly secure before he turns on the blender. The kitchen soon fills with the sound of the machine spinning the blades to crush up the ice inside. After a couple minutes the ice was good enough for the bingsu.

You take out the bowls from the freezer and place them onto the counter. You poke Jisung's side while you reach over for the blender. You put the ice inside the bowls, then you place the mangos and blueberries on top, the red beans next, you had some mochi as well so you put those on top and lastly you drizzle condensed milk over the whole thing. It was done.

You hand your boyfriend his bowl and you take yours too. First bite was cold and refreshing, the perfect thing you needed this summer. Jisung hums in delight.

    “Wanna watch Sailor moon?” You ask before taking another bite.

    “Always.”

©2025 imbaebi — all rights reserved, I don't allow copy of my work. Inspiration is one thing, plagiarism is another. reblogging is appreciated.

skz summer masterlist

taglist — (ask to be added to the skz taglist cause this one is closed now) ;

@lezleeferguson-120, @swagblazemilkshake,

[genderfluid-culture-iss]

for the baby genderfluid tips!!

this could just be me lmao, but DO NOT donate your fem clothes if you feel masc for longer than usual. or vice versa.

keeping a gender journal is something that can be really helpful to actually look back on and see how it changes (and also have proof of fluidity for when you begin to think "hmm actually im just a trans girl. nothing else." no, you probably aren't. you felt completely boy/nonbinary/etc just a month ago, and thats okay.)

basically it can be really hard to embrace that your gender is not static, especially if your gender stays stable for a slightly longer period. it took me so long to stop rotating between "im a girl always" "no, im a boy always" "actually, im nonbinary always" to just admit im genderfluid.

also, make genderfluid content. you don't have to show it to anyone, but sometimes it can really help to make poetry or art or write a story about being fluid and your experience in particular. i have an easy avenue for this since i write fanfiction (haven't published any of it yet lmao) and i just hit my favorite characters with my genderfluid beam and go nuts

follow people who are genderfluid, read genderfluid books, maybe join a genderfluid discord server (there are barely any, so actually maybe make one), try to make genderfluid friends. you are not alone, even though it sometimes feels that way.

if you have plushies or anything similar, make them genderfluid. i have a genderfluid squishmallow who i use she/they pronouns for, and a little husky that switches between he/she. idk it just helps sometimes lol

some of us change gender daily, or multiple times a day. some of us change gender only a couple times a year, or even less. we're all different and that's fine.

tips for presentation:

if you have a day when you can't figure out gender, go neutral clothing-wise

take little things to ease dysphoria if you switch when you're out somewhere (ex. lipgloss, eyeliner, leather bracelet, etc)

if you can, get pronoun pins. seriously, get pronoun pins (or a colored bracelet for subtlety or if you're not out). you can wear multiple at a time, you can switch them whenever you need to. you aren't a burden if your pronouns change. you don't have to stick to they/them to be easy for people.

if you can, get a versatile hairstyle that you can make suit your gender no matter what. if you cant, try to get a hairstyle that makes you the least dysphoric overall.

if you are organized enough, separate your clothes based on gender/what you feel comfy wearing on different days. do not pressure yourself to fit stereotypes. some people can only feel comfortable in skirts when theyre boys, so they only wear skirts on boy days. do what works for you.

it's kinda complicated, but if you can expand your vocal range to sound more fem or masc depending on how you feel, it can help. alternatively, vocal train to make it more androgynous.

keep makeup wipes with you in case you need to take it off part way through being out. basically, make it as easy as possible to be able to change/tweak your presentation if necessary.

this could just be me, but having lots of hoodies in different colors and styles will save your life

sometimes you might have "blender days", which is what i call it when your gender feels like its in a blender in a bad way and you can't tell at all what it is, everything feels wrong, it's changing like every 10 minutes, etc. tbh on these days all i can do is put on sweats and a hoodie and feel dysphoric. listen to music if it helps. do a hobby.

non-clothing items can help a lot. a blue tshirt and jeans can be whatever you want it to be based on what you wear it with. (ex. sneakers/ballet flats, leather bracelet/sparkly necklace, baseball cap/eyeliner)

and lastly: YOU ARE AMAZING. keep being you, keep being incredible, and know that being genderfluid is a gift. be proud to be who you are, have fun, know that you are unique and special and wonderful!! we're ever-changing, and that's awesome. you are precious. i love you.

🩷🤍💜🖤💙

dont wanna link my tumblr, but my name is kiley if you want to attach a name to this!

Okay this is a lot more than I was expecting LMAO /pos

Thank you so much for this Kiley <33 I’ll start working on a masterpost with links to all this.

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day 5: Pet Sitting

“Nope, no way. Absolutely not.”

Six sets of puppy-dog eyes stared back at her. Lucas, the ham, even pretended to start whimpering.

“Stevie, please,” Dustin whined, “Eddie needs a safe place to stay.”

She stared at Dustin for a few seconds before glancing down at the shoebox in Dustin’s hands. Inside the shoebox surrounded by a few of Claudia’s oldest and fuzziest kitchen towels stood a bat, a small black bat with big black eyes that looked almost just as pathetic as the rest of the kids.

(Almost.)

“I’ve done this song and dance with you before, Henderson, and I told you when you got rid of the alien lizard - ”

“D’artagnan was a cryptid, Stevie!”

“ – alien lizard that I wasn’t going to help you keep playing monster vet. I still haven’t recovered from seeing Mews’ corpse!”

“Mews was my cat and I’m fine! Besides, Eddie’s just a normal bat!”

“Dustin, he has a full head of hair!”

Stevie and Dustin stared at each other before looking back down at the bat (Eddie). Who was running his little claws through his hair and preening. (Stevie could have sworn that he winked at her, but she wasn’t crazy; it was definitely just a trick of the light.)

Dustin’s face started to flush like he was going to argue with her but El (sweet, precious El) cut him off before he could really get going. “Stevie’s right. He is not normal,” El said, stepping forward to run her fingers against Eddie’s head. Eddie rubbed up against her fingers and chirped. 

“See, I knew it - ”

“But he is a friend,” El said and fuck, the full force of El-most-likely-a-changeling-Hopper’s big brown eyes was something Stevie would probably never learn to resist. “And he needs someone to care for him while he gets better.”

“Better? What do you mean, better?”

“Bad man,” El replied matter-of-factly and, well, shit. She didn’t need to say much more than that.

Stevie sighed and turned her attention back towards the “bat” in question. “How long?”

/////

Just a few weeks, maybe a month or two, Dustin had said. “I would have kept him myself but Mom was worried that he’d eat Tews – ”

(“Oh, and you don’t care if I get eaten?” Stevie had replied. Dustin had just rolled his eyes and ignored her.) 

So yeah, two months tops, just until Eddie was “healed” or what not. (He didn’t have any visible injuries that Stevie could see but then again, she was just a cosmetologist, what the fuck did she know about bat anatomy?) Until then, Stevie was going to have a tiny flying roommate who apparently “only likes to listen to metal music, so I’ve brought a few tapes and oh! He loves fantasy so you’ll have to read him this as a bedtime story,” at which point Dustin handed her The Lord of the Rings, “and he gets lonely at night so don’t lock him out, he likes to cuddle, and he should be able to fit in your jacket pocket when you go to work during the day - ”

“No, nope, no way, none of that is happening,” Stevie argued and she really had been planning on sticking to that – no metal music, no bedtime stories, no cuddles, and definitely no work trips, no way, no how.

(She’d folded by hour two of Eddie’s stay at Casa de Harrington.)

/////

“You get this is weird, right?”

“Hmm?” Stevie was cutting apart some strawberries to blend with whatever “protein drink” Dustin kept dropping off at her house. “What’s weird?” She turned to look at Robin, who was watching Eddie shimmy up and down the dining room table to “Rock Me Like a Hurricane.”

“Stevie. This is not normal bat behavior.”

“So? It’s normal Eddie behavior,” Stevie shrugged. She tossed the berries into the blender and, once it was a fine red concoction, put it in a little cup with a little straw and walked over the table. Eddie slid his way across the polished wood and wiggled when he saw her, chittering happily before going to town on his fruit smoothie.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t also normal Stevie behavior!” Robin threw her hands up in the air. “You’re letting a wild animal sleep with you in your bed!”

(She’d tried to encourage Eddie to stay in the guest room that first night all those weeks ago but she’d barely laid in bed for all of two minutes before a dark shape flew through the dark and landed on her chest. She’d screamed and leapt out of the bed but Eddie had somehow managed to grip his claws into her shirt and no amount of arguing with him was able to get him to let go. 

“Fine,” she’d finally growled, “but if I roll over and squish you, it’s not my fault.” 

When she’d finally woken up the next morning, she was still lying on her back and Eddie was still nestled onto her chest. They’d been going to sleep every night that way ever since.)

“Hey,” Stevie replied defensively, “he’s not a wild animal, he’s totally tame.”

“Uh huh,” Robin replied queasily, watching as Eddie happily slurped up his smoothie. “Just because you play dress-up with him doesn’t mean he’s tame, Stevie.”

The tiny vest was from El and Will, something about how Eddie looked “wrong” without it (whatever that meant. Stevie had to admit it did look really cute on him.)

“He looks adorable, Robin!”

“He’s totally taken over your life,” Robin shot back dramatically. “He goes shopping with you, you take him to work – Stevie, he sits with you when you take bubble baths, for Pete’s sake!”

(Hey, Eddie was a gentleman, he always waited until she was covered by bubbles until coming in and sitting on the little nest of towels she’d made for him on the set of drawers by the bathtub and okay, maybe Robin had a point here.)

“And that’s not to mention that I’ve been trying to get you to read a book for literal years now and this bat shows up and suddenly you’re reading Tolkien to him every night?”

“It’s actually a good book, Robin,” Stevie said defensively.

“I know that, Stevie, I just can’t believe that you’re not seeing this! Like, there are so many red flags! He’s literally drinking blood right now!”

Stevie huffed and leaned over the table, like she was physically covering Eddie from Robin’s criticism. “It’s rude to judge somebody else’s eating habits, Robin. Or did you forget our conversation last month when you tried to go vegetarian?”

“That’s different and you know it!” Robin exclaimed. 

Eddie, because he was a little drama king, took the last sip of his smoothie while making eye contact with Robin before letting out an exaggeratedly content sigh. 

“See?!”

Stevie rolled her eyes and set her hand down. Eddie scurried onto her palm, letting out a series of happy chirps. She lifted him up and set him on her shoulder where he waddled to her cheek and pressed his little face against it, like he was giving her a little kiss. “You’re being overdramatic, Robin.”

“Fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he makes you his eternal vampire bride or whatever,” Robin huffed before getting up and stalking out of the kitchen.

“He’s just a bat!” Stevie called after her. Robin responded by slamming the front door after he on the way out. 

Sighing, Stevie turned to look at Eddie, who was currently making a home for himself in her curls. “You are just a bat, right?”

Eddie turned and shot her a wink before wrapping his little body in one of her ringlets.

“Yeah, that’s probably fine.”

/////

One of the best parts of having Eddie around actually was nighttime. She hadn’t gotten so many nights of uninterrupted sleep in years. He was like some sort of nightmare repellent or something; in fact, the only dreams she’d had recently were of a shrouded figure with long dark hair and a sexy laugh and teasing cool hands and other things – 

And when she woke up a month and a half into Eddie��s residency in her home, she probably should have been more shocked at the fact that her bat had turned into a very pale, very sexy and very naked man with long dark hair and cool skin and – 

“God, Robin’s never going to let me live this down,” Stevie murmured as the man stirred above her. He opened his eyes and yep, yeah, those were her bat’s eyes. 

Eddie’s grin grew sharp as he pressed her further into her bed. “I’m sure I can find some way to make up for it,” he said as he drew close enough to kiss her. 

“How do you feel about a Halloween wedding?”

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 10 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary : Your relationship with Daemon grows but how long will the secret remain a secret?

Warning: 18+, smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

“Okay this one or this one?” You asked Rhaenyra, she was currently lounging on your bed as you had invited her to your dad's barbecue eve.

You really wanted to look hot tonight because first of all you wanted to rile up Daemon so he'd at least put you aside to spank you for your insolent behaviour, it's been two weeks now and as much as you enjoyed and respected his gentlemanly approach to dating you also needed him close and physical not just in sexual ways but you craved his touch, he had such warm big hands and you needed them to be all over yourself.

The other reason was that your actual uncle and his family had been here for more than a week now and last night at the dinner table you saw Trisha, the older cousin, giggling at everything he said and giving him eyes.

Okay Daemon was hot, he was an incredibly attractive man. But what frustrated you was the fact that your friends and cousins all seemed to be drawn to him as well.

“That red dress is beautiful but damn that black one is going to look super sexy on you”

Rhaenyra said to you with a warm smile so you looked at both the dresses again, the black one was indeed sexy, it was a basic but elegant thin strapped fit and flare sort of dress.

She wasn't like Cassandra at all, she wasn't self obsessed to the point where she didn't care about anyone else. Luckily since the Japan trip you hadn't heard from Cassandra but via your stalking skills you found out that she has been talking shit about you to your mutual friends, however that didn't really matter to you for now.

“Black it is then” you mumbled as you walked towards the dresser to put your makeup on.

“You know red is uncle Daemon's favorite color?” she smirked as she said that and you began to blend your foundation even more aggressively.

“Soooo?” You asked her in a nonchalant manner as you tried to keep your voice casual to not give away your feelings for your sweet sweet uncle.

“Just saying..you know”

“Rhae I don't have a crush on him still..i'm a grown up now”

Big lie but also not exactly a complete lie because you were way past the point where you just had a crush on him.

“Mm hmm so you don't want him to marry you now?” her voice had a teasing tone as she spoke,

“Shut up..it's not funny” you turned around to look at her before you pretended to shake your head in disbelief and went back to fiddling with your beauty blender.

“I feel bad for him at times” she sighed as she spoke again,

“Ummm why?”

“You know…Stella n all, I'm glad he's back home but he's just so lonely..it hurts to look at him sometimes” her voice turned serious and the look on your face changed as well. He wasn't lonely anymore, you won't make him feel that way.

“He will find someone I'm sure, he's a good man” she noticed how zoned out you seemed as you said that as if you were lost in his thoughts “One of the best..the best” you mumbled in your mouth and it made her smile.

“Mhmmm he deserves a good woman”

You and Rhaenyra made your way downstairs and towards the room where your father had set up an indoor barbecue for the winter. As soon as you entered the room, your eyes scanned the area for Daemon. You spotted him by the grill, laughing and chatting with your dad, and it brought back memories of the old days. It was clear that they were getting along well now and the old bond they shared had resurfaced, and it made you feel hopeful that this truce would last longer this time and maybe forever.

However, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty, wondering if this time would be different or if it would all fall apart again considering there was this forbidden relationship flourishing between you two now.

As Daemon looked at you, his eyes nearly gave away his feelings for you, the dress fitted you perfectly and his mind filled with the images of you in several obscene positions with the dress still on your body and then on the floor.

He quietly excused himself and walked towards you to greet you but most of all Rhaneyra because he didn't really get to see her much because of his busy schedule.

“Pixie” he said so you nodded,

“Uncle”

You both started at each other and Rhaneyra cleared her throat so he smiled and pulled her closer for a hug.

“Princess…you owe me a conversation” he kissed her forehead as he said that, hus voice sounded low and serious. You watched her go pale as a ghost as she realized what he wanted to discuss. You probably should have given her a heads up that he knew about Harwin.

“Sure uncle..uhhh I'll go get…get a drink” she excused herself and hurried out of there before he could say anything else.

“Remember to not go all Dadd on her, she really looks up to you” you told him so he chuckled in response.

“You think you're old enough to give me such advice?” He asked you, there was a smug smile on his face but his voice sounded as if he was offended by the very notion of you giving him an advice.

“Mmmm no?” you mumbled meekly, making him sigh in response.

“Never let a man talk to you like that Pixie, especially not me”

That habit of him teaching you to stick up for yourself was creeping in your personal life, while at work he'd often put you in situations where men would try to dominate your viewpoints and make you crumble in front of them and he'd teach you how to deal with them without coming across as too emotional or overworked.

It was as if he was preparing for you to take over the business but you weren't really sure if you wanted that but you did feel grateful for his guidance . You never had much confidence in yourself, you could have gone your whole life without it because you were served everything without asking and you never had to impress anyone before.

“Well that goes for other men but I'll let you do anything to me..uncle”

You smiled a little as the little flirtatious tone you held turned him on immediately,

“Anything Sweet Pixie?” he challenged you equally,

“Things you won't dream of doing to any other woman”

“Bloody hell pixie ..you can't speak to me like that in public” he lowered his voice even though there was no one around you two.

For a moment you thought he was upset because he cursed and his jaw clenched in anger but he wasn't upset, he was just hard and truly uncomfortable.

“Hey don't talk to me like that”

You pretended to be upset by his comment and walked away, your heart racing as you made your way towards your parents, trying to act nonchalant. Daemon watched you go, his smile curving as he realized it would be challenging to find alone time with you in your parents' house.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him, he had a black t-shirt on that snuggled against his thick body, hair was a curly mess and he smelled divine like always.

“This dress isn't appropriate for a barbecue don't you think?”

Your aunt Polly said to you right in front of your parents while her own daughters were in tank tops and shorts.

“It's fine, it's just a dress” your dad chimed in so you hugged him before you pressed a kiss on his cheek, you were always thankful to your parents for never putting you down in front of others.

Speaking of the cousins, you saw Trisha striking a conversation with Daemon and it made you jealous so you took your phone out and texted him.

He put his phone inside his pocket after that, he was turned on and he was definitely thinking about you in obscene positions underneath him, he had been trying to take this thing as slow as possible but it wasn't easy, especially because you loved to rile him up at the most inopportune times.

As you all sat down to eat, you chose the seat in front of him on purpose. Throughout the dinner, he watched you lean forward on purpose so he could have the perfect view of your cleavage, then you took your sweet time sucking on the dessert spoon.

To be fair he didn't really think you had it in you and it wouldn't really have mattered to him if you were pure vanilla in the bedroom, he'd have wanted you just the same. Since he came back he found himself digging a deeper hole for himself, the more he got to know you, the more it made sense, despite the age difference and the familial relationship he shared with you he felt so connected to you on a deeper level that went beyond just physical attraction.

He did wonder how deeply you were into him though because at your age he was mindlessly hooking up with women until he found Stella, at times he had a fear that you were just infatuated by him and would get bored of him as soon as you'd realise that he wasn't an angel sent from heaven.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your bare toes rubbing against his shin, eyes pierced into you as he glared at you but you just gave him a sly smile.

Rhaenyra wanted to make a phone call so you excused yourself as well and made your way upstairs, he looked around carefully and everyone seemed a bit tipsy, especially your parents so without saying anything he went upstairs as well and knocked on your door.

The moment you opened he walked towards you so you took a step behind as his strong stride intimidated you in all the good ways. He then slammed the door shut, pulled you closer to him and then flipped you around on your front to press you up against the door, only a gasp escaped your throat as you felt the heat of his body and his lips on your neck.

“Daemon” you moaned his name as his hands wandered under your dress and fingers looped around the waistband of the underwear,

“Not going to call me uncle anymore hmm?”

No words came out of your throat as one of his hands cupped your mound, a part of you suddenly felt so shy and all the boldness you had showed him just now dissipated slowly.

He could feel the warmth radiating from your core, fingers rubbed over the drenched fabric and he pressed his thumb over your clothed clit.

You pressed your hips against his bulge and he groaned in response

“That's what you wanted hmm?” he whispered in your ear, his voice was low and tone husky,

“Mmm did I upset you uncle?” Your head lulled backwards on his shoulder and as the sensation grew with every flick of his thumb only the constant whisper of his name spilled out.

“Wouldn't treat you so sweet if I was upset”

“Daemon pleasseee”

“Keep whining babygirl ..love the sound of that”

“Am i your good girl still?” You asked him softly and it made him smile, even amidst the throes of pleasure you wanted to be his good girl.

“You're my best girl sweetheart”

“Mmmm are you sure..we have been dating for like two weeks”

“And it has been good two weeks love..don't ever doubt how much I care about you, you can be an insufferable brat as long as you're being that way solely for me”

You suddenly turned around and your arms flung around him as you kissed him passionately, your hips rolled back and forth over his palm. If he wasn't holding you so tightly with his other arm your knees would have given out.

Your hands trailed down and as you cupped his bulge he pressed you against the door again with your arms next to your head where he held them in place while his other hand continued to fondle your soaked cunt,

“You won't let me please you?” you asked him with heavy breaths,

“Oh you're going to please me. Don't fret darling, I'll take the double of what I'm giving you”

Godd now you understood Cassandra's obsession with him, sure you had been touched this way but you had never been pleased with words like this before and his touch was like no other, in that moment you knew no man would be able to please you the way he would,

"Look at you.. so dripping wet and for whom hmm? Your own fucking uncle"

Damn he really enjoyed the uncle-niece play.

“Go on..cum for me darling, soak my fingers my sweet little niece”

Your body convulsed almost instantly as he whispered filthy words in your ear. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, fingers continued to rub over the soaked fabric as you rode your high.

Beautiful was the only word that came to his mind at that moment, you looked so beautiful to him.

As you finally opened your eyes he pulled his hand out from under your dress and grabbed you by the waist as he kissed you deeply and ever so lovingly. This is what you needed, you were getting addicted to the way he touched you and how he seemed to be so into you, you had never had that from a guy before, never had a man's whole attention on you because their eyes always wandered and they seemed to only like you because of your father.

“You alright Pixie pie?” he asked you as pleased his index finger under your chin and made you look at him, your face was warm and flushed and he knew he'd have to relieve himself in the privacy of his bedroom later, you had given him enough to work his imagination with.

“Mmmm has anyone ever told you how good you are at this stuff?” you asked him so he chuckled

“Mmhmmm.. but would love to hear it from you, keep my ego intact if you will” you chuckled as he said that.

“You ruined my underwear” you mumbled against his mouth

“There's a lot more I want to ruin then just your clothes darling”

After changing into fresh underwear, you made your way downstairs ahead of Daemon to avoid appearing suspicious. As you entered the room, you noticed that Rhaenyra had returned as well and she was wearing an amused expression. Your father had turned on the projector and was playing an old video from a trip to Morocco.

You remembered the trip, you were thirteen, that's where Daemon had proposed Stella, your uncle and his family was also on the trip, you looked so little in those pictures and Daemon still looked the same, just younger, he had Stella hanging on his arm in every picture but there was one picture of just you and Daemon taken in front of a monument.

Daemon stepped downstairs soon after and as soon as he saw the old pictures his whole demeanor changed.

“I should put something else on” your dad mumbled under his breath as he seemed to realize that it must have been difficult for Daemon to watch himself looking so happy in the photos with Stella. As you looked at him he averted his gaze, you noticed that he didn't seem to be doing fine.

“I never understood why he was so sure about Stella, he has always been a sensible guy and it never made sense” Rhaenyra said to you, her voice held a tinge of frustration,

“Mmmm people can be deceiving .. sometimes they pretend to be something they're not and we are only able to figure them out with time”

“Makes sense”

“That reminds me..he knows about you and Harwin”

“I figured” she chuckled nervously,

“He'll keep your secret don't worry"

“Yeah I just don't want him to judge Harwin”

“Even if he does initially once they get to know each other he'll understand..like you said he is a sensible man”

You put your arm around her so she smiled and hugged you. As the night grew, everyone got more and more drunk and then people started to leave for bed. Rhaenyra wanted to go home so Daemon decided to drive her himself since he didn't have a drink all night.

You knew he'd have the conversation with her on the way, he also seemed a bit sullen, you understood really well Stella bothered him still but you didn't like seeing him that way. After showering and changing late at night you decided to go see Daemon to make sure he was fine, you wanted to knock on the door but standing outside his room for so long didn't seem like the smartest thing to do so you turned the knob and the door wasn't locked so you entered in and he was already in the bed,

“Daemon ?” You called out his name as you closed the door but you didn't lock it.

“I'm up pixie” he propped himself on his elbows as he looked at you, he seemed tired. He had a white loose t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants.

You crawled on the bed and he tilted his head to watch your movement, the lace night dress you had on was tantalizing, you shouldn't be in his bed looking like that.

“How was the talk with your niece?” You asked him so he tilted his head backwards as he sighed,

“It was alright, I'll meet him soon”

“Good.. and how's your mood?”

“Alright ..why” he smiled a little as he noticed the concern in your voice.

“You just seemed sad after those pictures –Dad can be a bit dense at times”

He chuckled as you said that.

“You think I'm sullen because of Stella?”

“You are not?”

“No it wasn't her that bothered me”

You looked at him confused so he sighed before he laid down on his back with a thud,

“It was you..us..our photo together and you were just a child back then”

You crawled up on him as he said that, his voice sounded meak and defeated. When you saw those pictures you saw yourself with your uncle/ man you had a stupid unrequited crush on but when he looked in the past he saw a little girl he had treated like his own child, all of this just seemed fucked up to him at times.

“It's weird, when I'm with you, i don't think about that little girl..it's like she was just a child I used to know and care for” he cupped your cheeks for a moment before his fingers brushed through your hair "But you..are different, not the girl i remembered or looked forward to meet when I had planned to return” he mumbled so you placed your hands on his shoulders and made him sit back up,

“I am different, i have grown and changed”

“Mhhm but eventually I'll have to acknowledge that you're the same precious girl I called my niece once but wish to have in my bed now” he said to you so you nodded before you grabbed his hands and placed it on your chest, his breathed hitched as he cupped your bosom, they fit perfectly in his hands.

“You are all good daemon i promise” you leaned in to kiss him softly “Like i said I'm all grown up now” he kissed you back as you murmured against his mouth “I know you want me now..you want this" you moaned as he gave them a squeeze, your body felt so soft and natural to him unlike Stella or Cassandra "I know your intentions, i always did, even when mine were not so innocent for you i know yours were absolutely pure when I was a child”

“When did you get so wise?” He smiled as he laid down with you on top of him, he kissed your forehead and then your lips.

“Cuddle with me please” you mumbled against his mouth and his brows furrowed, as much as he wanted to have you sleep in his bed, it was a risk he wasn't willing to take just yet, your relationship had just began with him and getting caught by someone was not in his agenda especially considering your relatives were here too at the moment..

“i can't Pixie pie..we can get caught”

“I'll set an alarm..pleaseee” you mumbled as you snuggled against him, every inch of your skin felt tingly as your body pressed into him, he felt so thick and cushiony, you wanted to stay in his arms forever.

“Let me make you feel better you sad sad boy” he chuckled as you said that,

“Well I do enjoy the thought of you warming my bed in more ways than one”

“Naughty”

“Says the girl who has been in love with me since she was twelve” you gasped as you looked at him.

You weren't in love with him, well that was a lie, you were completely and hopelessly in love with him but you weren't going to admit that so soon

But before you could snap back in response you both heard the sound of his door knob twisting.

You had left the door unlocked.

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[tealmaskmybeloved]

Hello

I present a new ship for my Kieran (made for the very specific audience of me)

I call it Dungeon and Dipplin shipping (or dndshipping for short)

And it's a crossover ship between TC!Kieran and Marcy Wu from Amphibia!

Headcanons + notes:

- Marcy would teach Kieran how to play DnD, Kieran would roleplay as an Ogre character (HMM WONDER WHY)

- Kieran would make Marcy a mask (even if he's not the best at it, she still loves it)

- The two ramble to each other about their hyperfixations

- Marcy gets Kieran into video games and stuff (probably TOTK let's be honest here)

- They watch 5 hour long video essays on stuff they like

- Kieran talks to Marcy about the Ogre and Marcy talks to Kieran about her life

- Also they both need therapy for getting possessed

Speaking of, since Kieran and Marcy are getting along, why not have Darcy and Dokukieran interact too?

- The two talk about their plans for world domination and such

- Dokukieran points out that Darcy should've used Bluetooth instead of wired connection.

-Darcy responds by gifting Dokukieran a blender

- The two enjoy committing crimes as a duo

- Also they hate Sasha and Carmine

These aren't really canon to the AU, but I still enjoy it nonetheless

[britishchick09]

rolfe and earl in chapter 1 of 'rock-afire roadtrip'!

the last part of this was finally completed thanks to @rolfe-dewolfe-fan-page reblogging my first fic post! ;)

...

As the Rock-afire sang of becoming an atom bomb, Rolfe trudged backstage, the metallic rainbow steamers of his stage fluttering.

"What ridiculous lyrics! We're not literally an explosion!" he muttered. "Or they're not. I, the superior Rolfe de Wolfe, will have no part in this!"

"I have an advertisement on the showtape, stupid!" Earl reminded him. "And if you can't get on the stage, neither can I!"

Rolfe groaned. "How can you even think of being in this cheap propaganda? I thought you knew better than this!"

"I do… but you don't! Besides, it ain't cheap, it's free! The Colander Gazette's gonna have a picture of you in it, you know."

A wave of haughtiness passed through Rolfe. He asked, "…It does? Me? Earl, tell me… did they get my good side?"

"Nah, they got your face!" Rolfe rolled his eyes while striding to the storage room, where a big poster board attached to a stick was waiting on a table. With a marker in one hand and Earl in the other, he wrote 'D', 'O'-

"Your sign's crooked, man." Earl pointed out.

"I thought you were a supporter!" Rolfe said.

"I am! I just don't want you to look even more stupid than you already do!"

Rolfe grumbled. He used Earl's head to rotate the poster board, causing the puppet to ask, "Hey, what are you doin' man?" and a fluffy of muffled protests. Once the board was straight, Rolfe finished writing.

"'Down with Colanders'," Earl read. "Shouldn't it be 'Down with Colander Night'?"

Rolfe scoffed. "I'm not redoing the sign. Honestly, can't they think of something better to do? Something like… like…"

The wolf was quiet for a solid half minute.

"Ha! You can't even top 'em!"

"Small Appliances Night!" Rolfe exclaimed with a snap of his claws. "Yes, everyone would go to Kmart and pick up a shiny, beautiful appliance to put on their head," He gave a cocky smile. "A much better idea than some colander."

"I ain't puttin' no dishwasher on my face."

"I said small appliance."

"Meh, it's all big to me."

"Like a… a…" Rolfe lowered his head to think. "Oh, like toasters and crock pots and Mix Master blenders! It's gonna be a national movement! The president will strap a toaster to his face! We'll have national ambassadors and it's gonna be incredible! Don't you see, Earl? We're gonna have history on our hands!" He frowned as he suddenly realized, "Hmm. Well, a mixer would be a little dangerous. And a mini fridge is even stupider than a colander! But I'm not going back on the crock pot!"

"And you thought you were the smart one."

Rolfe rolled his eyes. He held up his sign, picturing the guests at Showbiz heartily agreeing with him.

'Down with Colander Night, Down with Colander Night!'.

Then multiple people would say, 'Rolfe has the right idea.' 'Oh, of course he does. He always has the right idea.' 'Wait, who's Rolfe?'  'Only the coolest member of the band. He should take center stage and kick those other guys out on the curb!' 'Who need a colander when you could put a pot on your head? I'm allergic to spaghetti, anyways.'  'I'm gonna go to Kmart tomorrow and buy out all the pots they have. Then we'll all take part in Crock Pot Night!'

'Yay, Crock Pot Night!' everyone would cheer. 'Boo, Colander Night!'

'That wolf is such a genius for coming up with that. He should get a big, fat raise!'

'Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe! Rolfe!'

"Rolfe… ROLFE!"

Earl had cut into the crowd's cheers.

Rolfe blinked back to reality, giving his yellow friend a look as he asked, "What was that for? I was universally beloved!"

Earl scoffed. "The only way you'll get the world to love you is if you quit Showbiz! And don't think about worming your way into regular showbiz."

Rolfe rolled his eyes. He suddenly realized that Billy Bob was singing,

Maybe baby, I'll have you somedayyy…

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 1, day 24

(╯°□°）╯MATERIALS. PLASTIC ONES.

One of them is a streamlining/redo of an older material, can you guess which one it is? Hint: It's red :D

[murmurlilies]

Less about OCs, but I'm interested to know what your process is like when creating a piece as detailed as that one you posted for Valentine's Day. How do you go about it? And do you happen to do time-lapse videos?

hmm can't say I can give an explanation that's terribly interesting or satisfying lol... I'm almost entirely self-taught, so "process" is a very loose and nebulous concept for me, and it changes from piece to piece. the one common thread among my works is that they all involve obscene amounts of trial and error. I don't have any recent time-lapses because I never think to record them, but if I did you would definitely see how often I feel the need to adjust and redo every little thing.

for the Valentine's Day piece, because it was a "remake" I had the benefit of a much more solid foundation than usual to start out with. however you can still see where I ended up deviating from the sketch phase - most obvious being her pose, the design of her hair, and the details of her sandals. (there were also meant to be candles on the dresser, but I forgot and didn't feel like adding them back in later and so I decided a vague suggestion of candlelight was enough lmao)

anyways, compared to everything else, sketching and linework are fairly straightforward and come most easily to me. there really isn't much to say, just scribble some messy lines and then whittle away at and draw over them till they magically become less messy!

when it comes to coloring and shading, things get a lot weirder and more complicated. this is where my process tends to vary the most, because it really depends on the mood of the piece. for this one I wanted something dark and seductive, so I covered the whole image in a layer of burgundy red, then painted the "lighting" on top across several Overlay layers. additional shadow details were brushed in on Multiply layers using deep purple instead of straight black, but ultimately I didn't want them to be too dark, as that initial layer of red was meant to serve as the primary "shadow" of the piece.

this is also usually where I decide which lines I want to "color" with clipping masks, which can either make certain elements pop or feel softer. it sorta brings the whole image together, giving it a much more painterly look overall. from there all that's left is to keep making adjustments and adding little details - the glittery effect on her dress was one of the last things I added, I thought it looked really nice!

...ok now take everything I just said and throw it all in a blender. because even though it might sound fairly orderly, the truth is I'm constantly making changes to all stages of my works, even the earliest ones, all the way to the end. I'll still be making adjustments to the linework and such after I've already put so much effort into the lights and shading! it's not the most efficient way of doing things... but again, trial and error. my perfectionism gets the better of me...

anyways I apologize if NONE of this made any sense, like I said I never had any formal training in art, so I'm not very good at teaching or explaining it!! at the end of the day my process is less about what makes logical sense and more about finding what feels right in a given moment. at the very least I hope it was a fun read lmao 🥳

[stinkrascal]

hey, do you have some tips for storytelling?😅

hmm well this is a bit vague, is there anything specific you need help with? i will give you some random tips but idk how helpful it will be!

1 when im taking screenshots indoors, if the space is too small to get a good shot i'll delete the walls wherever the camera is positioned so i can get a better angle.

2 using the tool mod to select objects and move or elevate them helps if you have a screenshot that's at the perfect angle but there's an object/sim in the way.

3 mess around with in-game lighting. for instance, if im taking screenshots in a living room, i might turn off all the lights except for a lamp in the corner of the room so the scene looks more dynamic. or if you're taking screenshots in a mall or a grocery store, you might want to turn all the lights on and change the color to a bright cool white to give it that soulless corporate feeling all shopping centers have.

4 consider the movement whenever you're making a scene. even if two characters are just talking, it looks more interesting to watch them move around while they're having a conversation. they don't have to just infodump on the couch... they can go from the couch, to the fireplace, to the kitchen, and then back to the couch. way more interesting to look at that way.

5 i know yall collectively groan whenever i tell you to learn blender... but... like... you should learn blender lmao. you dont have to be a pro by any means, im certainly not! even just the basics like frankenposing and extracting ts4 rigs into blender will help a TON. you can definitely get away with only using poses made by others like it's 100% possible. but having the ability to execute your own ideas makes the process a lot more fun in my opinion. that way you won't find yourself in a situation where you have to rewrite plotpoints bc you can't execute it in-game. and if you become more advanced in blender and learn how to turn deco objects into posing accessories then you open up SOOO many possibilities for your story! seriously i would not be able to tell standstill if i didn't have this skillset lol.

6 i know everyone writes their sim stories differently, but i recommend writing out as much as you can so you have a complete idea of what it is you're trying to say. for me personally i like to keep 3 documents, the "main" document where standstill is written, one where i dump all my brainstorming notes, and one which was created during the rewriting process, where i copy/paste deleted excerpts into, in case i need to reference those scenes later on.

sorry these are pretty vague but i hope this helped even a little 💌

[twenyonepilots]

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still unable to get an mri my nuerologists seem to be hanging on to this and i cant get anyone to agree to an MRI for me im waiting on mayo clinic to hopefully get me in this year please i really cant keep living like this. money is a huge thing for me when im up against this huge undiagnosed diease that mimics MS so i need too many specialists with negative money for appointments it feels impossible to go up against this thing and without the mri it feels like im fucked. they told me to go to a gi surgeon and the gi surgeon basically laughed me out of the office at how dangerous it would be to undergo surgery to remove the leads from the previous implanted stimulators from my stupid paralyzed stomach. so i have an iih diagnoses bc i literally went blind briefly in 2021 bc the pressure in my head was insane MS is basically a disease of an inflamed brain but they cant get any imaging of my brain and its affecting everything especially with the muscle spams and internal tremors it feels like my body is a semi truck on idle at all times. the good/bad thing is that i recently got diagnosed with a corkscrew esophagus which explains my swallowing literally at the eras tour tampa i was choking on 1 bite of soft pretzel for the entire 3 hour show but i cant get these drs to listen to me :(( i looked it up and of course a cork screw esophagus is caused by high intensity esophageal spams Hmm HMM NOT LIKE I LITERALLY TOLD A BITCH ASS DR 3 MONTHS AGO THAT I FEEL LIKE MY THROAT IS A BLENDER WITH THESE TREMORS AND SHE LITERALLY SAID “Well show me” THEN ENDED THE APPOINTMENT WITH SAYING IM TOO COMPLICATED OF CASE TO TAKE ON AFTER TAKING MY $50 anyways sucks to have a esophagus shaped like a corkscrew but i finally have concrete evidence of my spams/tremors but can i just say how exhausting its been on my body to have to keep progressing like this until its outwardly affecting me enough for these drs to be able to treat me and stop any kind of progression if thats even possible im just so over it this past week has been such a hell for me i havent been able to get down any solids. having a horrible time getting my medication down ik i need to reach out to my primary but ik she’ll just refer me to three other appointments i cant afford to go to :/ i need a speech pathologist, pt, urologist, cardiologist, the list never ends and all these specialists want me to sign up for their subscription of other appointments and tests i cant afford literally feel like its the worst worst of times i hate the healthcare industry and this gd country

[amoneki-ramblings]

and if you have time 002 Kaneki :) (I am asking everyone)

Let's go !!

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How i feel about this character: Ironically I cannot verbalize my thoughts about Kaneki coherently whatsoever. I need him dead. I need to hit him over the head with several hammers. I need him to let himself just relax and drink some coffee and read a good book. He sucks I hate him /affectionate he’s also so fucking cringe Jesus. For every coherent and analytical thought I have about the other characters I have none for Kaneki he simply. Is. He’s Kaneki he’s That Guy he brings me immense pain and he’s so self-destructive and he tries so hard and it Sucks /pos I need to stuff him into a blender

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Hmm oh boy I sure do wonder…Well, aside from the obvious I think Shuuneki could be very interesting when done right, and while I’m not as inclined towards their relationship romantically Hidekane definitely hurts my soul, especially thinking of them before everything went to shit for our poor protagonist

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I love his relationship with Hinami so much he’s such a good big bro :(( Even when he’s out trying to hunt down people and change the world he still sets aside time for her, but even then she’s so concerned for his wellbeing because she can tell how he’s Changed and how he’s pushing himself she just wants him to be happy and take a break :((

My unpopular opinion about this character: Hmmm not sure if I have any at the moment?? I’d agree with anything as long as it’s accurate to his character. Whether you love or despise this guy I will nod my head, I guess just don’t say he’s flawless, person/moral-wise, there’s a lot of good argument for why he can suck actually, but I feel like most people know that.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I remember seeing in the original storyboards for Root A that Shironeki and Kuroneki actually interact more. While I like how it was saved until the end in the original series (when they hugged) I wouldn’t have minded seeing more of it beforehand. Kuroneki is Shironeki’s doubts voiced back to himself, the more uncertain version of himself that he locks away, and Shironeki simply calls that part of him weak. It makes me miserable. I love it

my OTP: *whistles, looks away*

my cross over ship: Don’t think I have any

a headcanon fact: This is gonna be so random (read: projection) but Kaneki probably bites a lot of things. He bites pencils, he chews straws, he’s especially guilty of biting/chewing his hands/fingers and when he was a human it used to leave marks all over his hands. The hand biting problem gets even worse after the torture. If you put your hand in front of his face he’ll probably bite your fingers. Like a weirdo. He needs to be stopped (I say, fully supporting this behavior; let him be weird and a little unnatural :thumbsup:)

[ashershifting]

i was gonna stop posting until i shifted to my mp100 dr for more than two seconds but i had by far my weirdest shifting experience ever this morning and i NEED to talk about it or i'll die

i got to the void state this morning? idgaf about the void state. i have never once intentionally tried to go. i had only just gone lucid in a dream and decided to practice teleporting and instead ended up in the void

it was like 4:30 am atp and i'm exhausted and not fully comprehending the situation (i didn't even realize i got to the void until like. seven) i just start thinking "hmm im not in my dream anymore i should probably start saying affirmations now" so i do and i start getting this gut feeling that something is happening. this starts making me freak out but the more time goes on the more i have a sense of feeling "right"; like i'm meant to be doing what i'm doing, if that makes sense?

and THEN i suddenly feel like i've been lifted up by a fucking tornado and i'm being thrown around in the air. i felt like i was in a washing machine or a blender or something. and this wasn't just for a few seconds- i assume my sense of time was probably skewed but this went on for like a whole minute 😭 i usually don't pay that much attention to symptoms but literally why. people act like the void state is so peaceful why was i put in the human blender

and then i immediately fell back asleep 💔 i ended up waking up to my alarm in my CR at 6 am. part of me wants to try that again just to see what happens but the other part of me doesn't really wanna experience the torment nexus again; guess i'll just see if i go lucid tonight and go from there.