#i can't help it i'm a far crier

[la-grosse-patate]

me everytime i open my laptop™

because my brain can't focus on starting something AND finishing it too. it opens multiple tabs.

🧠: you should write this down, it's really good! unless.... heyy, what if we also drew some cover art for your one shot? 😏 it should contain this 🌆, this ✨ and this 💖 and oh! you should mod this outfit for this NPC so you can take some screenshots 😏 also, you're hungry and it's the middle of the night. yeah? sounds good? we have a plan? yeeeaaah you're welcome girl, you know i got you 😗😗😗

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW /// KNY characters who I think cum particularly hard/ a lot. This could have a part two, I'm eepy, srry.

CW/ Non specific gendered/genitalia reader / Cum... like an insane amount of cum / BDSM Dynamic (ENMU)/ Light Gore (ENMU)/ tbh, Enmu. / Cum-swapping (AKAZA)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

-Cums hards AND a lot.

-Sanemi isn't quite sure why is body is the way it is, maybe it's his breath control mixed with the insane amount of testosterone and panic pumping through his veins on the daily, but Sanemi doesn't struggle to get it up.

-he struggles to stay flaccid. He's far more likely to be hard at any given moment. Not that he's excited, his dick is just permanently stuck at half mast. It takes an insane, highly emotional amount to get him entirely flaccid.

-I think Sanemi's orgasm absolutely shreds him everytime, unanimously. Does that stop him from getting it up in another ten minutes? Absolutely not. I just truly think he's a medical anomaly.

-He cums prematurely, but what does it matter? It literally didn't go down, he's still fucking going, now he's just like, in tears about it.

-I think Sanemi's eyes get really wide and he gets lock jaw, and he seethes and he tries to hold back any noise, but it just shreds the poor guys throat, and now he's sore, and it hurts him to moan, but he just can't help it, you feel so fucking good- and all for him? It's all for him?

-Shakes. Sobs. Sounds incredibly desperate, don't let the facade fool you. If he loves you, he's a crier.

-Also physically cums a lot. Not just by how many orgasms, but by how much each time is. I think he's got an obnoxiously low set of balls. He's made to breed, the poor bastard. If he can't let go in you, both of you are covered in it by the end of the night.

-Sanemi has yet to tap out before you.

Kyōjurō Rengoku

-Cums a lot.

-Rengoku has good stamina, but once he cums, he's done for, no more. He can keep going if he really wants to, or if you look like you really need him, but chances are the first round wad more than enough.

-vocal, but in a fatherly way. Sex with Rengoku is probably very... comfortable.

-Until he cums and now you're sticky from your chest to your upper thigh. The range of his shot is insane. He cums buckets, and he barely blinks. His breathing gets a little ragged, and his chest a little shakey, but that's it.

-He needs to go night night after, though. Feeling any amount of joy that doesn't come from stuffing his face does a number on him emotionally and physically. He needs a cuddle and a conversation about... idk, taxes after.

-Won't beg to cum in you, but really, really wants to.

-He always pulls out like a gentleman (if you can be much of a gentleman when you're balls deep), but you can always tell that he wants to see your face so bad when he pumps you full.

-Will not ask. That'd be rude.

-Talks you through your orgasm, but that's another post for another day.

Enmu

-Fuck, I just know he's a screamer. He cums so hard.

-This guy's a fucking mess, but it takes work.

-Enmu is such a good submissive that you're always shocked when he decides to mouth off to you, or when he forgets a command. Not too shocked, though. It's very clearly intentional. It always is.

-He gives himself a bit in between each 'screw up' to make sure he's edged himself mentally properly (very hard, he's almost always some kind of aroused, and he's prone to cumming untouched, so that build up is a little diificult.)

-While he doesn't struggle to ask for things, and his dignity is subzero, Enmu still appreciates a stray chase here and there. After all, it's the only thing mentally stimulating enough for him to cum.

-In any normal dynamic with Enmu, he isn't often left using his dick. So when you've got a spear through his wrists, locking them behind his back, one hand pulling his hair, the other jerking his cock with thoughtless speed-

-Enmu can never cum harder than when he's recieving borderline abuse. His dick looks irritated, going untouched for months previous, and now it's receiving all this attention. Can you blame him for being this loud?

-His legs shake, his whole body recoils. He drools and screams- laughs and wails. He cries with the brightest smile you've ever seen. His hips buck up. You're not being gentle, and he's so, so happy. The orgasm is ripping through every nerve in his body.

-He feels like he's in the sun again.

-He's hoping Muzan can see him look so pathetic. You're just hoping the demon lord stays out of your man's head.

Akaza

-cums like a horse.

-a lover, truly. That's the only word encompassing enough to describe Akaza's efforts sexually. He's a fantastic lover.

-... who can go for hours... days even and never get tired. Every orgasm blows off his shoulders- It's all about you. It always has been, it always will be.

-You've made him cum hard before, it's a rarity, but it's possible... Its just nothing feels as good to him as watching you cum, so he'll do whatever must be done-

-and if that means pumping you full again and again, until you're leaking from every accessible orifice, so be it.

-He'll lick your hole clean, reveling in the way you twitch after your.... you lost count after the fifth one. That won't stop him from tongue fucking you.

-His cum tastes... shockingly good. You like to give him head, and then come up to give him a kiss. He'll pull your tongue down, wanting to see it in your mouth just before you swallow. You always look so proud of yourself. He can't help but reward you with a kiss before you even get it down.

-there's way to much for one swallow. You can barely manage to keep all of it in your mouth while showing him. Your effort is precious, though.

-Akaza looks really good with cum on his lips. It's one of the only times you see him really flustered.

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: I have no excuse or reason for this, but here ya go! lmao)

Word Count: 991

Summary: Even in death, Tate can't seem to shake his mother's insults. He DOES know how to make your legs shake, though.

Warnings: Praise Kink, Mommy Issues, Use of 'good boy" and 'pretty boy', Both Tate and Reader are a switch, Tate's a pretty crier

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

(yes he gets 2 gifs, what about it?)

Tate Langdon x Fem! Reader: Shake

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"-fuck!"

You spread your legs a bit more to take him deeper, both of you gasping out at the new sensation.

"I'm good, right? I'm good for you?" Tate is in shambles beneath you. A run-in with the ever-deprecating Constance left him in desperate need of some positive female praise and you couldn't just say 'no' to the tear-stained, brown eyes that begged for your comfort.

"Ah~" A smile breaks across your face as you lean down to pepper kisses along Tate's jaw. "You wanna be good for me? Wanna be my good boy, Tate, hmm?"

His cock twitches in you as you make it to his lips, lightly biting down on his bottom lip before lifting up just enough to make eye contact.

His hips jerk up to meet yours at a particularly hard thrust of your hips. "God- Yes! Wanna be so good for you! Wan' you t' use me. Use me any way you want; I'm yours! Mmh, hah."

You slide your hands up his chest to tug at his shaggy, blonde hair. "Just lay there and look pretty for me, then, hm? Can you do that for me, my sweet, pretty boy?"

He takes a second to answer, focused on how ethereal you look straddling him; using his body as you please, knowing how to bring both of you over the edge.

That's one of his favorite things about you: When he needs you to take the lead, he knows that you'll only take what you both need. That you'll command without controlling. That you understand his vulnerability and will only push him as far as he needs you to.

A groan is punched out of Tate as you clench around him, effectively snapping him out of it. "I can- ohh..."

Satisfied with his answer, you press a searing kiss to his waiting mouth. It's all tongue and teeth but neither of you care, too wrapped up in each other to mind. You slide your hands from his hair to caress his cheek.

"Such a good boy~" You singsong as you sit back, moving your arms behind you to support your weight on his thighs as you slam your hips against his with more vigor. His moans sending shock waves down your spine, settling in your already soaked core.

His hands move to grip your hips hard enough to bruise, but all it does is spur you on.

"Fuck, fuck- Please~" He shifts underneath you, causing his pelvis to rub deliciously against your clit.

"Oh god~ Tate!" Your head drops forward at the spike of pleasure.

You grab one of his hands to bring to your clit, desperate for the stimulation again.

Determined to be the best he can be for you, his finger works in tandem with every gyrate of your hips to tighten the coil forming in your core.

Ever the expert of your body, Tate helps you spiral towards your climax faster than you anticipated. You're gasping for breath as your walls start to clamp down on his cock impossibly tighter.

Tate lets out a groan at the feeling, his head pushes back against the pillow, thumb still rubbing firm circles on your clit. His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he tries not to cum.

"Don't stop baby... oh fuck, please," His plea is hoarse and gravelly as he starts to properly slam him hips up to meet yours.

"Wasn't- AH- planning on it." You let out a breathy moan as you fight the forming burn in your thighs, trying to focus on the heat curling inside you like an inferno instead.

"Oh- Fu- I'm so close baby. Please tell me you're close too." You can hear the strain in his voice. "Wanna cum with you~"

You're tensed like a rubber band being stretched to its limits as you try to keep pace. Your legs are shaking with the exertion, and you can barely lift yourself up.

"Tate- Tate, oh god, Tate!" His name is spilling from your lips like a Hail Mary in a mixture of content and desperation.

"What do you need, beautiful?" Tate pants. "Just tell me- tell me what you need from me and it's yours."

It's now that your legs decide to give out with one last quiver, dropping you against his torso. Without missing a beat, Tate flips you on your back, resting on his forearms as he takes over.

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room along with the obscene squelching of Tate's cock as it pistons in and out of you and it's all you can do to not scream his name for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Almost instantly, Tate's boxing you in - arms flexing beside your head as he pounds into you. Your hands pull at his hair, dragging him closer to press his searing lips to yours once more.

"Good boy," you mumble into the kiss, broken moans leave the both of you just to get swallowed by the others mouth. "So good for me~"

Tate moves to bury his face into your neck, small cries mixed in with his groans and whimpers. "I'm good? Your good boy? Only yours?"

His questions start to get more frantic as his hips start to jackrabbit; his fingers digging even further into your skin as you both near your climax.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" he whines, begging you to cum with him.

And who are you to deny him such a simple request? Especially when he asks oh so politely.

"Cum, Tate -" you gasp. "Be a good, sweet boy and cum for me?"

And he does; a wet sob rips its way from his throat as he buries himself inside you, coating your insides with the pretty pearl of his spend. The heat flooding you is just enough to tip you over the edge as well - your nails scratch down his back as your head tilts against the pillow and your thighs tighten around his waist.

[bbyvrtx]

Vance Hopper with a reader who has anger issues/Angry Crier (Totally not calling myself out) Warnings: Vance (He is a warning.. might be a red flag too-) Cursing (Lots of it) Blood/bruising, Reader's gender not specified, reader also has family issues, THERE IS NO GRABBER, readers parents not being home much, (Reader and Vance and anyone else mentioned from TBP are 17-18) Tell me if I missed any. Reader and Vance are stated to be close friends. ANGST. LOTS OF ANGST

Maybe friends to Enemies(?? You decide)

Some Information before reading: Vance and reader have a toxic relationship.

Today was any other normal day; if you count Vance shit talking Karens for looking at him weird, normal. Yeahh it was.

"Did you see the way the fuck-tard tried saying I hit her? I should've fuckin' hit'er with the way she was puttin' her finger in my face. Fucking shit face." Vance rambled on as he pulled out of the grocery-store parking lot. "Yeah.. It's fucking mint." I mumbled.

Vance offered to help me get my dad's grocery order he left written on a note that my dad left on the kitchen counter. Vance said it was just cause he wanted to drive his truck around, we both know it's cause he wanted to stay by me today.

Later that night I had called him, asking if his parents were home; they weren't. My parents had gotten into and argument, causing my mom to pack a few clothes for a week to go to my grandparents. I begged her to let me go with her, but she didn't have a say in it. My dad was all about 'Women are there to clean' 'Women can't do this, that and other'. It pissed me off.. it was wrong, what pissed me off more was that he didn't let me go with her, and I figured he would have at least stayed home.

I was wrong.

Very. Wrong.

While this all happened, I was getting home from Finney's place.

I explained what happened to Vance over the phone, he understood, considering we both have similar family issues. I told him I was gonna be home alone for a while, so he decided he was gonna come over.

"Key's are under the flower pot, Vanny"

"K. C'ya ina bit, idiot"

I hung the phone back up, walking around my living-room, picking up shattered glass, beer bottles, and dirty plates. My dad left the house in the middle of the night when I was at Finney's. "Asshole could have cleaned.." I muttered to myself. Not that it did any good. It only made me angrier.

I didn't normally get angry. At least not as bad as Vance- I mean yeah! Sure, I get angry, sometimes I won't admit it; I take it to far.

That's only if my buttons get pushed enough, Vance has never seen me angry... yet

"Hey, I knocked you idiot. You didn't open the damn door!" Vance said as he walked into me house. He made his way to where I was in the kitchen. "Hey, do you hear me? I'm talking to you!" He groaned, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him.

"Just shut the fuck up Vance. Shut up. All you fucking do is worry about your damn Pinball game, worry about if you beat your fucking score! You beat up kids cause you fucking feel like it, or feel like they owe you shit!" I huff, tears filling my water line as I stare him head in the face. All I saw was red.

"You don't fucking care about me, you fucking retard! You only come to me cause I'm the only fucker who will put up with your ass!" I yelled. Tears now streaming down my face. That's when he noticed my busted lip and bruised cheek.

He didn't say anything after what I yelled at him. As if he was a dog that chewed up someone's shoe and is now getting scolded for it.

'Did he hit you?" He mumbled. I roll my eyes and scoff. "No I hit the floor with my face." I stare at him. He huffed, shaking his head. I throw my hands in the air and let them fall. "Why do you answer the phone so quickly when I call, Vance?" I ask, eyes lowly lit from the dim kitchen ceiling light.

"What do you mean, [Y/N]?" he asked. I get close to him, nose inches from each other. "You wanna fuck me Vance? huh? Does it make you mad that I'm the only person that isn't all over you the second you walk through the door?" I hear him breath out harshly. "Answer me, Vance."

"Get the fuck out of my face, or I'll number you one harder than your dad did."

TO BE CONTINUED....

[evanoxvt]

The struggles of disabled people without support at home.

I've been away from home for over a week. I have next to no expectations put on me here, but I still have my weekly physical therapy and both myself and Town Crier to take care of.

TC eats 3x a day and obviously, I need food too. My grandparents are cooking about one meal a day at a nearly consistent time, so I'm eating at least once a day consistently. At home, I was lucky if I ate a single meal a day.

I (sometimes) help with setting the table, which consists of paperplates, paper napkins, silverware, and glass cups. Since both me and my cousin help with this, I'm usually not doing any heavy lifting at all.

I spend part of the day downstairs and 'randomly' will go upstairs to lay down for awhile. Usually, after my mid day break upstairs, I bring my laptop downstairs and play some games until dinner and end there or resume playing until the end of the night.

No one critiques my daily routine. No one asks me to do more than I can. Everyone appreciates when I help out.

I was having trouble walking and standing yesterday because I did far too much the day prior, but because I spent the entire day resting I was able to contribute to cooking dinner and I cooked the pasta roni (~10 mins of intermittent standing required). I was able to play games and rest afterward without being yelled at for not doing more, and was even thanked for helping cook a portion of the dinner.

I have a funny sad thing to say about this: Somehow by being asked to do nothing, I've found I can do so much more than when I'm asked to do a tiny bit.

The shittiest part of this story, as random small bits put together as it is, is that I am more disabled when I'm asked to be functional, and less disabled when I can go at my own pace or back out if need be. At home I get asked to do things like empty the dishwasher (which is tons of light to heavy objects, Ina short period of time), vacuum (which is alot of heat, standing, walking, arm movement, a eight on my arm, back movement and back bending, navigation, balance, etc), cleaning things like the bathroom (which required detailed work for some parts plus moving all the things needed so they don't get in the way or touch the chemicals). I could go on and on and on but the point will get muddled if I write the entire list and every problem on every "basic chore" because the truth is that I need alot of breaks, a long period of time, and the option to back out of all of these things to be successful at it without seriously hurting myself. If I do too much today, it will affect me for multiple days. If I do too much for an entire week it will affect me for a month or more, etc. I sometimes feel really good like I did on Friday and accidentally over do it and need to be able to back down from most things for a period of time afterwards.

I normally can't make a box of pasta roni AND move anything heavy (like my laptop) on the same day at home because I'm always expected and forced to do so much more. I usually can't make cookies on days like today where I need to spend multiple hours at a time lying down in between short bursts of sitting or activity, but today I could because there's nothing else I have to do so spending potentially all of my energy is okay. Resting afterwards is okay. No one is upset because less than an hour after making cookies I had to lay down and still am. NO ONE said it's not okay. However if I go home cookies are a luxury therefore the logic goes that "if you can bake some cookies, you can do some dishes too". At home I wouldn't be able to make the cookies because it opens up the idea I'm able to do a ton of chores. I'm not okay right now, that's why I'm resting.

I feel like I'm ranting in circles at this point... but honestly I don't get why most people will see me do one "simple" (for them) thing and assume I'm okay to do things even they don't want to do because it takes up alot of energy... I really don't get it. My health sucks, it goes up and down all day long, all week long, and yet people want to pretend I'm making it up if I can do literally a single thing normal people can...

I hope my fellow disabled friends and people I haven't met yet find themselves in better social situations than me because this isn't okay in any way.

[princessstarryahri]

Grieving the Living

Today I went no contact with my own mother. I don't know if Tumblr is the right place to post this but I just need to get it off my chest. To make it clear, I LOVE my mother. No matter how much she's hurt me, in spite of the trauma she caused me, even when she put everyone else before me, I still love her.

She had me too young and maybe she never should've had a child. I'm her only one, but I'm a girl and she's always wanted a boy (she told me that). From birth I was different and maybe a handful. I've always been a crier and in my family that's a weakness. I was always told I'm too sensitive and I needed to be stronger. I needed to be better... I tried, I really did, just so they'd love me. But I never could meet their expectations, only fall short. My lofty dreams were degraded and crushed so I'd keep my feet firmly planted on the ground... She was just trying to protect me right? Her philosophy was that the world is cruel so you have to be prepared for that, there's no safe place out there so there's no safe haven at home.

I never felt safe, or comforted, or loved. But she loved me, all mothers love their kids right? I just don't think she ever truly liked me. She always pointed out my faults and failures. She would mention some achievements but those were far and few between. I always felt like a failure. Of course I became a people pleaser and searched for escape. I fell into the wrong crowd and did some drugs, drank, partied, and that led to me being raped. I was 15 or 16 when it happened the first time. I was a virgin then... She had an opportunity to protect me, to stop it from happening but because she was mad at me, she just yelled at me. The guy had given me some drug that did something to me, I don't know what it was but I was terrified. He kept calling and texting until I did what he wanted. I needed her to help me but she just yelled and sent me to my room...

When I finally told her what happened she called me a liar. So I dealt with it alone. I was hurt, scared, and confused. So I sunk more into drugs and alcohol to numb the heavy emotional burden. The second time it happened I was with someone I thought I could trust. I was an adult then...

I learned not trust anyone and put my walls up. She wasn't there to help pick me up, or comfort me. I hid it from her. I hid everything from her. She always told me I could go to her but when I tried I only walked away with more emotional turmoil and lower view of myself. I contemplated suicide many times and even tried to take my life three times, just to escape her. Each attempt failed and I pushed forward.

My last relationship was a domestic violence situation that I became stuck in for three years... I couldn't tell her for fear of being further put down. He took what little of me there was and I couldn't face her, even though I needed her so much. Eventually by some miracle she helped me that once and I will always be grateful for that. But once I was in the healing stage and back in therapy, I realized a lot of my childhood was not normal. I pulled away again but whenever she needed to talk and vent I was there. Like always I tried to help since she is not emotionally intelligent. She's a person who thinks emotions are weak, so now that she can't run from them anymore she suffers. I wanted to help because I was always in tune with mine and I see it's not a weakness but a strength. But in her eyes I am a terrible daughter because I should have been calling regularly. I should be the one making the most effort and doing what she expects.

Because I suffered from mental illness as a child, I should be making up for it because I was a bad child. It's my fault our relationship is strained, because I was a bad child. It was my fault I was raped because I was a bad child who didn't listen and heed her warnings. It's all my fault because I was a worthless child.

Now, I know this is the best thing because she hurts me so much but still I'm crying because this breaks my heart. I love my mother but she will never love me the way I need to be loved. I have to leave her behind and live my life, move forward. I am Free at last but I grieve for the living. It does feel like she died. Everything will be alright, however tonight I just want to cry and sob and hurt.

Sorry for the personal post, I know that's not why you come to my blog. Regularly scheduled Eren posting will resume tomorrow.

Pictures of my comfort characters just because I need them right now.

[abbofff]

Daddy Issues

masterlist

I woke up suddenly when I heard a voice calling my name.

— Ada! —

A body launched at me before I could sit on the stretcher.

— You have no idea how happy I am to see you. — I heard the sweet muffled voice of my brother against my shoulder.

— I'm glad to see you too, Perce. — I hugged him back with the same bone crushing strength while trying to hold back my tears.

I had no words for him right now, I just needed a long hug from him.

Several minutes passed until he pulled away from the hug and helped me sit.

His face wore the sweet smile that he inherited from his mother along happy glossy eyes. He wore those expressions for only a second because they suddenly turned into worry.

— A-are you okay? What happened to you? Your eyes are weird. —

My eyes are probably red and puffy from last night crying but that is not a subject I want or can talk right now, he is far more important.

— Im fine, Percy. How are you? — I asked kindly.

I attempted to grab his hand but he got up from the stretcher and found a mirror. He gave it to me and I saw what had confused him.

My eyes were not their common shade of blue, they were more electrical. It goes without saying that it was weird as fuck. They were normal the last time I saw my face, I think. Maybe? I can't really remember. Fuck it. I'm feeling good and it doesn't really matter anyways.

— It's probably the Sun rays or something, don't worry, i'm fine. — I calmed him down, leaving the mirror on a bedside table.

An awkward silence filled the infirmary. Percy was shifting his weight on his feet with his gaze on the ground.

I sighed deeply and got up from the stretcher. The only way we can move forward is that I addres last night events.

— Grover told me what happened to your mum. I'm sorry, Percy. — My voice was almost a whisper. No matter how much I intended to speak clearly, the lump in my throat was killing me.

Percy closed his eyes with all his might, his fists clenched.

I embraced him again. I cupped the back of his head against my shoulder and wrapped my other arm across his waist.

No tears stained my shirt this time. Percy was never an easy crier, he always thought that crying over something made it real and unfixable. So, he just limited himself to grab my shirt like if I was going to dissappear in any minute and I tried to make him know I was not going anywhere.

After a couple minutes, he splited the hug and stepped back a bit.

— My mom's goal was to bring me here because of my dad. I need to find him. Have you seen someone who could be him? — Percy's look was determined and bold.

I opened and closed my mouth uselessly because I could not find a way to sugar coat my answer.

— There are no Gods here. There is just one but I don't think he could be... —

— Where? — He asked abruptly.

I understood that, at this moment, there was no point in trying to make him understand that the Gods were not allowed to see their children. Except Dionysus, of course, but he screwed up and I guess Zeus can't send his Olympian son on a trip to Tartarus.

— Follow me. —

I didn't told the basics of camp to Percy as we walked because, well, I just got here too and showing the ropes is Luke's/Chiron's thing. But when we were like a block away from the porch that surrounded the Big House, I decided to give Percy a heads up of who exactly he's going to meet.

— Listen, Percy, the only God here is the camp director, Mr. D, the God of wine. He's not a super nice guy, so please don't be rude. —

Am I being a hypocrite for telling Percy not to do the thing that I did and I don't regret? Yes, but he doesn't need to know that.

Percy eyes filled with surprise.

— The camp director is Dio- —

— Oh, don't trow names around. I don't exactly know if it is a Bloody Mary or a Voldemort thing, but it seems important. So just go by their titles I guess. — I warned him.

— I thought that the director would be a war deity. — Percy said, kinda asking "why him?".

— A f- — Oh yeah, I told her we weren't friends. — A camper told me that he cheated on his wife and the King of Gods sent him here to watch over demigods. —

— The King as in Z- —

— Yup. —

— HE punished his own son for being a cheater. — Percy said each word slowly, either to make me rethink my words and correct myself or to trying to convince himself of what he was hearing.

— Funny, innit? Maybe the Queen was like "I barely take this shit from you, I'm not going to take it from your bastard son". Happy wife, happy life. — Percy chuckled at my words.

— How is the God of festivities and stuff a jerk? — Percy asked.

— I know. They feel so out of character. LIke, what's next? Is the Goddess of wisdom going to be dumb a rock? — We laughed.

It took some more walking to get where Mr. D was sitting. He didn't spared a glance at us of course, he was too busy relaxing under the Sun rays.

Percy walked over to him while I stayed behind with my arms crossed.

— Hello Sir, my name is Percy Jackson. Could I talk with you for a sec? — Percy asked a bit loud.

Mr. D. lifted his sun glasses and stared us up and down before letting out a huff of disgust.

— Ana Wilson and Peter Johnson are here! — The God screamed to the air.

— We met yesterday, man. Bloody hell. — I reminded him.

I rolled my eyes and Mr D took a sip from his diet Coke.

— Excuse me, Your Highness. — Percy called causing Dionysus and me cringe.

— I really need to see my dad. I don't know how to find him around here because I don't know who he is. Could you help me? — Percy asked.

The least his father should do after what Percy has endured is be here for him. But of course, last night I met demigods who have been here for years and their parents didn't even had the decency of claiming them.

I don't care about my father showing up for me, god or not he's a deadbeat, but Percy didn't deserved being abandoned again.

— I think I can, son. — Mr. D. smiled at him.

Does Sally has the worst taste ever in men or he's bluffing?

— Dad? —

— Yes, Peter. —

— Percy. — He corrected.

— No, I named you. — Mr. D. dismissed.

— Listen, kid. Before we sit and talk about all of this mess, I need you to do something for me. In the galley is a bottle of 1985 Château Haut-Brion, fetch that for me. —

— His dad forbids him of drink wine, so unless you wanna be struck by lightning, don't. — I said to Percy.

— Hey, stranger, you are ruining this father-son moment. Zip it and go away. Go to the galley, son. —

Percy looked at me and hesitated. He couldn't make a choice before Chiron stood in front of the porch stairs. Percy's jaw dropped.

Chiron gave me a smile and then he focused on Percy.

— Percy Jackson, we've been expecting you. How are you processing things until now? — Chiron asked him.

— Well, seeing Ada again is great but you are on top of half a horse and my dad won't talk to me unless I get him a drink. —

Chiron looked gobsmacked at the last part.

— Mr. D. is not your father, Percy. —

Percy turned to me with a confused expression.

— He's your dad? — Percy half asked half mocked.

— No! —

Hold up, now IM kinda confused.

— Your are not, right? — I asked the god.

— Thanks the others no. Might be worse than that though. — He mumbled the last part.

— What?! — What the fuck was he trying to say?

— Alright, I'll take the kids for a proper talk. — Chiron announced.

— Why must you ruin everything fun? — Mr. D. growled.

Chiron took us for a walk to the cabins. He explained the basic of how this camp and the magic world worked as Percy tried to absorb all the info like a sponge.

— Mr. Brunner- — Percy called.

— He's not Mr. Brunner, Perce. He's the guy I told you should be Heracles' teacher instead of Phil in his Disney movie. —

— You didn't explained it to me. — Percy said sarcastically.

— Of course I did, several times. What are you talking about? —

— You mansplained it to me several times. — He accused me.

— I had to explain it in a first place because you are a nitwit. —

— Children, enough. My name is Chiron. And yes, that movie is very inaccurate. —

— Well, Chiron, I lost your pen-sword thingy. I'm sorry. — The blonde said.

— Our magical objects don't obey the mortal laws of physics. Check your pockets. —

Percy did as he was told and got a pen put of his pocket leaving him amazed.

— Jelous you don't have a sword, sis? — Percy joked when he caught me staring.

I giggled and reached for my brooch on my belt loop, opening it and revealing the green and golden sword.

— Of course not. Mine is prettier anyways.— I said to later "sheathe" my sword.

The subject died down when Chiron began talking again and finished his monologue when we got to the cabins area, signalizing to which god each one belong to.

— Great. Which one I'm I? Which one are you, Ada? — Percy asked.

I felt embarrassed at his question, couldn't look at his eyes and dropped my gaze to my feet.

— None of you has been claimed yet, Percy. —

— Oh, when do we get claimed? —

— The plans of the Gods reveal themselves at their own time. — Chiron said.

— It could be tomorrow or next week or, well... — I couldn't finish my sentence.

— Never. — Percy said for me.

— Even now, they choose to ignore us. — The blonde boy complained, hurted.

— Come on, if they choose to not be our fathers we can choose to not be their children. We were raised by better people that they will ever be anyways. At least we can live in a world with flying horses now.— I bump his shoulder playfully.

My brother smirked.

— Where are we staying then? —

— I'll take it from here, I guess. — I looked at Chiron.

— Very well, go on now. — Chiron said his goodbyes and left.

I started to walk towards Hermes's cabin.

— We stay in cabin 11, home of Hermes' children. He is the god of travelers, so he welcomes his own children and the unclaimed. Its counselor, Luke, is a very nice guy. I'm sure us three will be friends.— I smiled at him as we reached the doorframe, then turned to try to find the scarred boy but he found us first.

— Ada, hi. Did your wounds healed well? — Luke asked.

— Wounds?! What wounds? — Percy screamed in a whisper, scanning my body with his eyes.

— It was nothing really, Im ok. Thanks for asking, Luke. —

— Luke, this is Percy Jackson. Percy, this is Luke... Uhm. — I had a full pep talk and deep conversation with this guy I didn't even bother to ask his last name. Shit.

— Luke Castellan. Nice to meet you, Percy. Its almost lunch time but I think we can make a full tour before that. Ada, do you wanna come? — Luke asked.

Thanks that we didn't enter the cabin, I got to see from the corner of my eye how Annabeth on a full armor exited her cabin. The guilt I felt began boiling inside me, I needed to talk to her.

— Actually, I need to do something. Sorry Percy. I'll catch you at lunch. — I say as I turn to go, but I bump into Grover instead.

I fall on my butt and Grover almost does too.

— Ada! I'm sorry. — He reaches a hand to help stand and as I do I focus on his other hand.

— What's that? — I ask.

— Oh, right! Percy, this is yours. From when you killed the Minotaur last night. — Grover unwraps the thin cloth covering the horn and hands it to Percy.

All chatter in the cabin stops and turns around to try to get a better look at the horn of the legendary Minotaur.

— Oh, uhm... Thanks Grover. — Percy says, clearly unconformable at the sudden attention, and saves it on his backpack.

I take a look at the cabin area, Annabeth long gone but maybe I can still find her somewhere.

— Aren't you all supposed to be somewhere else? Stop with the creepy looks.— I rise my voice for everyone to hear. My serious voice and harsh look were enough to make everyone sigh in annoyance and leave the cabin or gather the things they need before they go.

I look at Percy, he gives me a thanked look.

— I really need to go now, sorry Perce. Good luck. — I say as I start walking to where Annabeth was headed.

[dipperdc]

Pretty When I Cry

Jade Leech x FEM reader

⚠️ warnings: self harm / breakdowns / toxic relationships / ANGST⚠️

Summary: Jade likes to get reactions, and he just so happens to love yours. Your just so cute and pretty. He wants to know how far he can go before you break.

Note: this was not made to encourage this type of behavior. If someone is treating you like this please find help. If you think like this please get help as well. I'm not trying to insult anyone bc I do personally think like this so I know how hard and draining, and overall painful it is. I promise one day you'll feel loved even if you don't right now.

Jade Leech. One of the infamous brothers from the Leech family. He and his brother known to be cunning, dangerous, and overall scary. Yet he had only ever been sweet to you. His partner. At least that's what the public believed.

Your not dumb enough to believe his sadistic side is a facade. But you are dumb enough to believe he wouldn't use it against you. Maybe dumb is too harsh. Maybe you were just hopeful. Hope didn't get you far though.

Here you sat on the floor of your bedroom, tears streaming down your face. Your knees up to your chest and pictures scattered on the floor. Pictures of jade and you. All the memories you liked to keep, this certainly wasn't one of them. But he keeps doing this. Just a week ago he was cuddling up to you, whispering declarations of his love to you. He was lightly grazing his fingertips on the skin on your waist. Moving the hair out of your face and kissing you deeply, mumbling 'i love yous' into your lips. He was calling you his. His girl.

And now? Now you don't exist. He hasn't talked to you all week. He acts like your not there, like suddenly he doesn't have a partner. Why? Maybe he just got bored of you. Maybe you drove him away. Maybe he was just testing you. Or maybe, he just wanted to see your reactions. He always loved your reactions. Everytime you blushed, squealed, smiled, he loved it all. But he also loved everytime you winced, flinched, and cried. He always said you were a pretty crier.

You sob more at the memory. This isn't the first time this has happened. You started to take note on how he would spend weeks building you up, making you feel loved. Just to tear you down and watch you break. You noticed but you still stayed. You loved him after all. He loved you too, just had a weird way of showing it, you tried to convince yourself. He seemed to enjoy watching you sink and break until he came right before you hit rock bottom. He would comfort you, say just how cute you are. Can't go on without him being there, now can you? It's so cute how you love him so much. He promises he loves you too.

And you believe him. Well at least that part of your brain that so desperately want to be loved does. Everything feels to much at this moment. Your mind is just too clouded with him and all your emotions, you grip your own skin for leverage. Your nails pierce your skin and you continue to cry harder. It's hard to breath, your lungs are fighting for air. You can't stop shaking. It feels like so much but so little is happening. Your so distracted you don't even hear the foot steps approaching. You only notice when they stop at the door and you immediately know who it is. The person you were waiting so desperately for.

Jade steps through the door frame and quickly locks the door. A smile decorates his face so beautifully you feel your heart ache despite all the pain.

"Aw, prefect, honey~". He drags you into his arms and you let him. Feeling calmer now that he's here. "Did I leave you alone to long again?".

Though your calmer now you still can't properly respond. Instead you cling to him, begging to know why he left this time.

"I got bored, and I was just dying to see that pretty face of your cry~". He sounds so calm it sends chills down your spine. You know it's wrong, a healthy relationship would make you feel like this. Wouldn't leave you like this. But I mean hey, he likes your reactions right? That's still apart of you right? He grabs your face and gently wipes away your tears cooing at you softly. You lean into his hands, into him. Your body is still shaking but the tears have calmed. "Your so sweet y'know? This just shows how much you love me when you don't leave." He looks you in the eyes and all you can do is nod. You know he's manipulating you, but you can't help it. You just love him to much. As long as he stays it's ok, right? He knows you love him it's ok.

"I need you, I love you so much, yeah? You mean the world to me, darling. I'll never leave you, I promise."

You know it's a lie, you know you probably won't be able to handle it if he left again. But you just nod and kiss him. Kiss him to forget the pain he caused. Kiss him to forget the thoughts that make you want to leave. Maybe you are a little dumb, but if it's for him it's fine. He does it best anyway.

[askphf]

Anyone got any embarrassing stories about the big boss himself? (I love this sort of stuff)

We wouldn't talk about our boss like that. We've sworn our lives to him and we all respect him too much. Even Sheila wouldn't talk about Giorno, despite her apparently being the town crier all of a sudden and being too far in everyone else's business! - Fugo

I'm sorry I just so happen to be good at my job. It's also part of how my stand works, I can't help it! - Sheila E

Come a little closer... they may not talk about him, but I will. Fugo may think there's nothing going on between the two of 'em, but I can tell Giogio's fond of the guy. Also, he's got some weird thing about extra rare steak! Garlic, too, apparently it makes his mouth all tingly. I think it's an allergy, but it doesn't seem too severe so I just haven't said anything about it! - Murolo

[castlebyersafterdark]

Do you think Mike would have a light dacryphilia kink?

Ooooh an interesting one. I've read some great fics and head canons about this one and I've very much enjoyed them! I don't think for myself I put this as a real kink for Mike, maybe the lightest kink angle. Not that I'm against it, we all have our unique mental depictions for them. I think my preference for Mike is that it's simply more of a turn on during sex than a turn on/fetish outside of sex, because my understanding is it's the crying itself that does it despite the context. I subscribe to the companion HC that our sweet, sensitive boy tears up when he's feeling really intense pleasure, Will with big shiny eyes during sex, tears leaking out, unable to help the pleased sobs when it gets intense. He literally cannot hold back the tears when he's really getting fucked, genuinely can't help the visual and the noises he makes, Mike just makes him feel so good.

And that is definitely a turn on for Mike, big time. Seeing those tears fall, the watery eyes, the red flush on Will's face, tear tracks down his cheeks. Such a pretty crier. But I just personally prefer to keep it in the bedroom for my own personal take. But - I can see it making sense for a character like Mike, if you want to analyze it. Since he can be depicted really deeply into the devoted, caretaker role. Crying can trigger something in him, his need to care for someone and what that means. I can see something like that turning into a bit of a kink, because kinks can develop from experiences like that. A heightened reaction due to being on alert caring for Will, some association with the tears and the crying and being needed. It's not far-fetched, for sure!

[plutosdumps]

MCKENNA GRACE'S EP 'BITTERSWEET 16' SENTENCE STARTERS

UGLY CRIER

"she's such an ugly crier"

"she'll never be taylor swift"

"she can't get a grip"

"even at her best, she's a constant mess"

"i'm so mediocre"

"i'm not perfect, i'm a screw up"

"who could love me like this?"

"she's mature for her age, but too young for __"

"i'm such an ugly crier"

CITY LEAVER

"somehow we still got lost"

"wait, where are we?"

"it was pretty cute"

"it's not far from la to houston"

"you never told me you were visiting"

"it's so far from la to houston"

"say you miss me but i don't believe it"

"i don't want to hear it, i don't want to see it"

CHECKERED VANS

"a low blow even for you"

"my stupid heart was in your hands"

"you used me like your cigarettes"

"i should've known better"

"your words are made of daggers"

"you even ruined air for me"

"damn what the hell happened?"

"i swear you exist just to spite me"

BUZZKILL BABY

"are you happy now that i'm so miserable?"

"isn't that what you wanted from me?"

"you liked to pick me apart like daisies"

"wish i never even met you in the first place"

"you're such a buzzkill"

"it's almost impressive how much you still stress me out"

"you cut the deepest kind of wounds"

"almost had me with your shallow flattery"

"left me crying in the bathroom on my birthday"

"i cried like a funeral"

"i watched you pick me apart like daisies"

WHAT IF?

"what if you never parked your car in that parking lot?"

"what if i had just thought twice?"

"what if i walked away would you still have my heart today?"

"do i think of you now and then?"

"do i defend you to my friends?"

"would i do it all again?"

"i hate you and i never want to see your face again"

"what if you treated me with the kindness and respect i deserve?"

"what?!"

"maybe i'd have stayed with you"

"i deleted all our photos"

"i love it 'cause it's like we never met"

POST PARTY TRAUMA

"i must look so dumb"

"i don't know why i try to be honest"

"i just can't do parties"

"i deserve to be alone"

"now my cover's blown"

"i should just go home"

"how can i be myself?"

"i don't know who i am"

"words shoot out of their mouths like vomit"

"drinking lies like gin and tonic"

"my phone is dying"

"save me"

"i just need someone to take me home"

"need to go outside 'cause i'm nauseous"

"everybody here is so flawless"

"please stop talking shit"

"i'm so sick of high school drama"

COLLASPING STARS

"not really sure if you're human or just a heart killing machine"

"i'm trying to see if you ever did care about me"

"i really am trying so hard not to be mad"

"i'm lashing out 'cause i'm so sad"

"i say i don't but i really do miss what we almost could've had"

"it was close but no cigar"

"almost kissed in your car"

"now we're just collasping stars"

"i say i don't but i really do"

"i don't even know what's become of me"

BITTERSWEET 16

"i thought that i'd checked off some boxes"

"keep kicking my bucket list right down the street"

"they say i'm too young to think about love"

"they say i'm too young to think about love but without it i feel incomplete"

"i'll lie here, right here"

"less melodramatic, more anticlimactic"

"i'm all out of tears"

"when i was younger i used to wonder if i'd have a boyfriend"

"he'd tell me i'm pretty and make me feel nice"

"but i just feel shitty"

"my childhood's wasted and i'm scared to fix it"

"maybe i should get this life thing figured out"

"is it downhill from here?"

"i refuse to believe they're the best of my years"

"my mind makes up stories but they sure don't help"

"like a candle burning out"

[justagalwhowrites]

Can you give us a sneak peak (title, which pedro boy) of the remaining stories for the fundraiser for palestine? The ones you plan to post I mean!

Just wanted to say it’s beautiful what you’re doing and whoever that person was who misread your intentions couldn’t be more wrong! Love you and your work!

OMG Hi Bestie!

I didn't have much writing time today so I don't have much in the way of a sneak peek to share BUT here's what's coming writing wise for the fundraiser fics :)

Believe it or not, I only got ONE Joel commission! Crazy, right?? But also, kind of exciting to branch out and write other Pedro boys!

I have three Din fics that I'm writing for it and I've gotten a good jump on one of these. I'm not sure how many of these will be shared publicly. At least one, I believe, will remain private but I need to confirm with the commissioner (I've been giving folks the option to decide after reading the fic if they want it shared, so I don't have solid answers for all of them yet.)

The other one that, as of now, will be shared is a Javi G fic! I'm so excited about that one because I've never written him and he's such a lovely, soft man and their request is particularly exciting. I can't wait!

And thank you for saying that. I won't lie, that ask stung (though it was probably my fault for not being clearer about how the posts were connected to Palestine on the fics themselves. And AO3 is VERY strict about no money changing hands for fics which - as far as I know - extends to fundraisers like this one, so there's no mention of raising money on the AO3 page.) It did kind of surprise me, though. I spent 10 years as a journalist, I'm used to getting death threats and being told that I'm a shill or a horrible person and whatnot but it's always been related to my work and it's pretty easy to brush off. I didn't think that, if I ever got something like that, it would bother me. I don't mind my writing being criticized but I wasn't expecting to be told I was disgusting in that way, I guess? I mayyyy or may not have cried a bit (I did, that's a thing that happened) but that's OK! I'm an easy crier and I get why they were upset and I understand why they'd go after me that way. Hopefully I cleared things up and they understand now!

I'm intending to have all of these finished by Sunday night, Monday at the latest. I'm going out of town for a few days this weekend and, ideally, I'd have them wrapped up by then but I'm not sure I'm going to. I'm also trying to work on Yearling and make sure I'm not burning myself out on work (which has been a big problem for me this year.)

Anyway, this is probably more than you were looking for lol! Thank you for reaching out and being interested in the fundraiser! I'm really happy to be able to do something to try to help with all your lovely support. It's not much but I think every little bit can help and I want to do my part!

Love you!!

[radiocoll]

Suddenly I'm realizing just how much I'm telling you and now I need to run off... See ya /j

Opposites again, I never wear shorts no matter how hot it may be, I don't wear tank tops outside of my bedroom either. Only recently have I started wearing tshirts at all.

I was never much of a crier at all because it never got me anywhere. That's not a fact meant to be depressing, it's not like it made me wallow, rather it just made me more attentive to other people. One thing you might not expect: I used to beat the shit out of other boys on the playground in elementary school just because they were being mean to someone. Obviously I'm not that way anymore, but I thought you'd find that interesting.

You're one ahead of me as far as getting shot! Honestly I wish I remembered it, but I digress. I would react differently to it today than back then, anyhow. I wasn't always so tolerant. Strangely enough I've never broken a bone. I have had five teeth pulled though, I was awake for three of them.

I don't think it sounds stupid. I understand what you mean, though I can't relate to it. I feel involuntarily detached from it, most times.

i felt the same way, not gonna lie.

i was never a big t-shirt wearer. i wear a lot of summer outfits, i feel more comfortable in them. despite being adjacent to a man within body, i don't think we ever stopped dressing femininely. i think it's one of those things we've weaponized throughout the years.

i cry a lot. it's mostly to self-soothe, but it's good for acne. not that it's ever helped me, but. shrugs. what can ya do. it makes me feel better, though. and i take photoshoots in the mirror at four am sometimes. my ego is good for one thing and it's making me feel like i'm the best when i feel like garbage. /hj

oh! i was getting beat up on playgrounds. not for being a dick, i was just a small child and didn't really understand a lot of things. i've always been small (fragile? as much as i hate to say it, it's a good descriptor) and i usually default to using my brain to get out of situations rather than my body. i freeze instead of fighting or flying. i do find that interesting though.

i can barely remember either of mine. i remember the one on my hip more because i had to relearn walking, but even then it's pretty foggy. i was quite young. i've broken a lot of bones, but had no teeth pulled. i have six wisdom teeth i need taken out, though. that answer'll change.

that's fair, too. a big part of the reason i think i'm so divine is because i can't handle simply being human – funny how that works.

[softdrabbles]

charlotte's eyes were soft as she watched sunny process the new name she'd used to describe her, unsure just how the blonde would react. the fact that the other had already referred to herself as mom gave her hope that the more personal title would be okay. she hadn't put too much thought into what she would be referred to but she was more than happy for sunny to have picked first. "i think it has a very nice ring to it." charlie reached out to caress sunny's cheek, the smile on her lips, so sweet, her eyes conveying wordlessly just how much she loved the other. with her heart swelling, she nodded. she knew just how much sunny loved her, the blonde proved it time and time again in ways she'd only dreamed of once. the closer the due date came, the more charlotte wished her mother was around to help guide her, to teach her the things that her grandmother before her had. the closest thing she had to maternal guidance was her younger sister who lived hours away and that just didn't quite feel the same. it had been something throughout the pregnancy she had struggled with more than going through the process alone, at least now, she had her biggest support back in her life.

sunny's words brought her comfort, something she appreciated and needed to hear. charlotte knew the blonde was right, it just didn't make the pain ache any less. she only hoped time would continue to heal. "sometimes i wonder if deep down she knew, if she sensed that i was different to the other teenage girls that were my age — anyway, it doesn't matter now, right? i just hold onto all the those things." the last thing charlie wanted was to dwell too much on a subject that could bring down their mood. as sunny brought her hand to her lips, her heart raced, just as much as it did during their first date. "i am so lucky to have you," she whispered into the space between them softly. the plea from the other woman made charlotte break out into a sad chuckle, sniffling and wiping her eyes, not wanting there to be anymore tears. "you're by far the cutest ugly crier i've seen."

"oliver calvin.." she repeated softly, a smile forming on her lips as they curled up. "i love it, sunny." it rolled off the tongue so easily, "what do you think, little one? evie or oliver." charlotte too had her own thoughts about who's last name the baby would take and as tempting as the moment was to make those thoughts known, she'd decided to leave that for another time. "i think it might just leave him speechless. you know i'm more than happy to fly your parents out here when Baby does grace us with their presence. they deserve to be here and be apart of it just as much as my family. to share this moment with you." charlotte didn't miss the way sunny's crinkled nose disappeared at what she had revealed. it made her nervous, unsure how the blonde would react.

"i didn't see it as a gamble," she smiled shaking her head, a hand coming to rest on her stomach, "it probably sounds a little crazy but to me it made perfect sense. i wanted to be able to look at them and see features that remind me just how special and real love is, that it's something so beautiful. when i think of love, i see you, separated or not. you are love to me sunny. i wanted them to see that they were a product of one of many forms of love, be reminded of someone who changed my life, someone who has the softest eyes and a smile that lights up a room, someone familiar." there was a part of her that held out hope that sunny would return to her but it hadn't been the sole reason for her choosing a donor with her features. "does that make any kind of sense? but of course, i hoped you would come back to me in time, i can't deny that."

Mommy. It was a word that was rare in her life. Sure, she referred to her foster mom simply as mom, because as far as Sunny was concerned, the woman was, in fact, her mom. But, by the time she'd been tossed back and forth and finally, permanently, landed with the family she had now, she'd grown past the mommy stage and it took a few more years to even start calling the woman mom. It was an affectionate title that she never thought she'd bear either, Yet there she was, the term falling out of Charlotte's lips so easily, referring to her of all people. It enthralled her in a way she couldn't quite describe, a tornado of excitement and impatience swirling inside of her chest. There was a lot of fear and panic and anxiety still there, but it never lasted long in the storm, the other feelings smothering it almost instantaneously every single time.

"Mommy sounds... it sounds like a deal," the blonde nodded reassuringly, though she was positive the only one who actually needed the reassurance about becoming a mom was her anyway. "And you know I love you too, right? And your mom loved you and I don't think she would've cared one bit about who you ended up loving... she loved you, every single piece of you, and she would love this baby too. There's no way she wouldn't be proud of you." Sunny took the other's hand in hers, grasping it tightly as she brought it to her lips and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the soft skin of the woman's knuckles. She hadn't met the woman, but from how Charlie described her, she knew that there was no doubt in the pride the mother would have for her daughter. "Please don't cry, because if you start crying, then I'm going to cry, and then the bookshelf is never going to be put together because I'll be ugly crying and that's not something either of us need to see."

A quiet chuckle fell from her lips as she tried to distract Charlie from wandering thoughts about her lost mother. The name discussion was the best distraction and she was happy to indulge the other woman in it, even if she knew their baby would be perfect no matter what name it ended up with. "Oliver Calvin Spencer," Sunny mused with the woman's suggestion of adding her dad's name as their baby's middle name. It was a nice thought and she knew the man, though he went by Vinnie to everyone who crossed paths with him, would be more than thrilled with it. "I think he would love it. I know he has a billion grandkids already, but I can already tell this one is going to be his favorite." Another chuckle at Charlie's comment about her day of the week suggestion. "To be fair, my name is technically a weekend." Her nose crinkled teasingly, though her expression sobered up quickly at the other woman's admission. "You... did what?" Her brow furrowed; not with anger, though there was a twinge of disbelief in her reaction. What if they hadn't ended up at the same holiday party? What if Sunny had never gotten her shit together? "That was a really big gamble."

[foxofsunholt]

Not sure if it's been asked (I'm sure it has been honestly) but what's the technology like? I can't stop imagining my mc staring wistfully at a picture of Addie during the timeskip and sighing dramatically and being like "no, she's moved on"

It has I think but honestly I’m Katy Perry hot and cold, you never know what my next thought is going to be. One second I say everyone is elephants actually and the next I say there are no elephants in the lore.

The technology is far more medieval leaning (I use Regency and Victorian inspiration for the social season and designing the nobility) with obvious quality of life changes like indoor plumbing for all and and less sexism and actually I murdered homophobia in the streets. Some cities have electricity (fuelled by magical rocks). Most cities don’t or wouldn’t bother wasting such a limited and expensive resource on their people (you might see electric lighting in a castle for example but not at your local pub). There are mages employed by kingdoms for infrastructure; why bother with technology when you can get Gary over there to magic it? But technology is advancing in The Domain and even depending on your choices in act 1, you can see a dramatic technological shift in act 2.

There’s no cameras; Mars notably carries around a drawing of Sir Snuggles that he had commissioned (it is very common practice to commission sketches to personally carry around). Guns haven’t been figured out yet because do you know how quickly they would just murder everyone with them? For the sake of logic in this fantasy story, there just is no gunpowder. Combat is very medieval. I drew Seventh with a gun initially because those pirate guns are super cool but then I realized that if gunpowder is real in this world armies could and would absolutely destroy each other and why the hell does the MC have a sword when John over there can use a musket.

Most of the convenience in the world is brought upon by magic. There are stones that can do it for you, probably. Message stones are very popular (the MC gets some to use as well) which are like answering machines between two tethered magic stones. One person records a message. The other person’s stone glows and they can hear the message back as many times as they want, and send a message in reply. The stone can store 3 messages before it will wipe all previous messages once a new one comes in. The messages are verbal, again, like an answering machine. The downside to them is that they only work in pairs and can’t be re-attuned once paired; some nobility have a whole collection of stones for all their friends but most people choose to just send letters instead.

Gossip magazines are weirdly popular even if people use them as toilet paper. For some reason people would rather get their news from probably incorrect tabloids than the poor town crier who is trying really hard. There’s an epidemic of ignorance in The Domain; someone should really help the information flow. And idk I can’t think of anything else off the top of my head. If you have a specific technology in mind, let me know! And I can tell you what the situation is

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I like how confident Jungkook is lately. He's no longer the guy that needs Jimin or any other member. He's no longer the " introvert" who needed a member to cling to. Look at him go all way alone to nyc and record with Charlie Puth.

The way he told Jimin " don't cry, don't cry" during festa.... It was like oh shut up now types. Lol. He couldn't take the drama. Jungkook was there all happy that he's going solo, and the others were ruining his mood.

I feel sad for the shippers who still think Jimin and Jungkook are as close as before. People drift apart, it's normal. Things look different now. They both seem to be moving in different directions. Jungkook is not gong to let Jimin or anyone hold him down. That's for sure. He has let go of everything/everyone that can weigh him down, including Jimin.

I hear Jungkook has more collabs lined up... jay park and one with another a female singer. Jungkook has everything planned out for him. He's flying.

Jimin, not sure. Don't think he'll get such big collabs like Jungkook. I do feel sad for him. He should have focused more on himself rather than invest time and energy on other people. He's leaning on Rm these days.

Anyway. Excited for Jungkook's album.

You know anon, I could have just been annoyed by this and easily dismiss your ask as I do with other nonsense I get in my inbox, but truthfully? This just makes me a little sad. It seems you really like Jungkook and you want him to succeed and how cool is it that he's so much more confident now. But why did you have to go that route? Why do you pin Jungkook entering into a new era as him turning or revealing he's some asshole? When as far as we could all see in these last 10 years, he's nothing but the opposite of that? I don't know how he's like in his private life, but neither do you or anyone else who is not in his circle or has met him, so how can you draw that conclusion based on what everyone has been allowed to know?

You know, it would be a shitty move for someone to suddenly act like an asshole and ditch his friend just because he's on the path of a solo career. Especially when he's always been close with that friend, no matter what you and others will say. Jungkook being confident doesn't mean he's no longer an introvert. I think there's some confusion about these terms and you could check it out. It would help in trying to understand better your bias and probably people in your own life. I for one, I'm happy Jungkook is not as self deprecating as he used to be in the past, when he said he has no worth. During the pandemic he got time to think about himself and what he wants and he's still a perfectionist that needs to do better all the time (see his Weverse interview). Also, people age and that can bring changes in attitude. He's no longer as shy as he used to be and it's nice to see he turned into a 24 year old ready to take off musically in a way that he wants.

But I still can't possibly understand why would you say such mean things about Jimin and consequently imply mean things about Jungkook as well. Is this really how you see your bias? Did we watch the same Festa? Am I missing something? Because in no way did Jungkook dismiss Jimin when he started crying. That was what some people do when they want their loved ones to stay afloat and be cheeky about it cause it definitely is a way to try to comfort someone. You don't do that just by hugging them and say "oh, poor you, I'm so sorry". But hell, that's my interpretation based on my life experience and seeing other people act in similar situations, so what do I know? No one was ruining Jungkook's mood and he is definitely not one to get pissed of because others are crying. He's a crier himself and if you remember, the members have always been there for him, including Jimin, the one "crying for drama".

You don't have to like Jimin. You really don't, but the way you painted this situation is so far removed from the reality we're presented with that I feel you have tunnel vision or you intentionally misinterpret actions and relationships just so it fits your mental image of who these people are and what they mean to each other.

Friendships don't go down the drain after ten years just like that, unless a major event happens that involves those people and in this case, nothing like that seemed to happen as far as we know. I don't care what you think about Jimin, but please don't come here and use that "drifting apart" theory to be so unnecesary mean. You clearly don't see the bigger picture and you don't care about their friendship and how much respect, love and support they have for each other. If this is what you think friends are capable of doing and it somehow reflects your own values, that's your business. But don't project that onto people you don't know. Try and have an open mind and let go of that pettiness because at the end of the day, Jimin and Jungkook know best what they have and you can still be happy about Jungkook's solo career without putting others down.