#i dont believe in too in depth answers

[cult-of-the-eye]

Who's your #1 favorite TMA character and why?

Oh god I love them all but I'm gonna have to say that Jonathan Sims has GRIPPED ME. That sad little man fills my thoughts constantly.

It's one of my biggest fears that if I'm ever even slightly unlikeable then I'll be unlovable but he's prickly and makes bad decisions and is hell bent on doing stuff on his own and yeah I'm also known to be a maker of bad decisions and not great with people and hugely stubborn and would rather die than ask for help so it's nice to see that when it comes to it, we're both loveable including those parts and not regardless.

He's also dorky and makes terrible jokes and is long suffering and literally same. I love this man.

It sounds weird to be like yeah eldritch antichrist is literally me but I think it's the writing as well that's made so many people just latch on to Jon cause he's just so human, everyone makes bad decisions and can be stubborn and prickly sometimes and so we all see parts of ourselves in all the characters really but especially Jon. He was put in a terrible situation and he reacted like any person would. Just like we do in our terrible situations.

I've got a soft spot for Martin as well because some of my favourite people are very much like him, they just give and give and I feel protective over him like I feel for them. I've also been Martin, just like we've all been him at points of our lives. Also like he's Martin he's amazing he makes tea and likes cows and writes shitty poetry and cares so much!! Who wouldn't like him?? (We also share some trauma so there's that as well lol)

I also really like Tim for sort of similar reasons. I can relate to his reaction to a horrible situation being This Is Unfair and making sure everyone knows that It is Not Right and It Sucks. Cause he's right to do so and it's an understandable reaction even if it's not the prettiest. And I fucking love ugly and realistic depictions of trauma and grief. He thinks he's the only sane one there, the only one willing to see the truth of the situation and that makes him miserable and I understand his rage. He's never properly processed any of his grief cause he's stuck in his rage and it's painfully understandable but also his downfall and I think that's the tragedy of his storyline. He's also a bomb ass bisexual manwhore whom I love dearly.

So yeah, I hope that answered your question!! Thanks for asking it!!

[krawdad]

I have this problem where I explain to someone the way things are and why I know that and because it's something they've never heard or thought before they assume it's just my opinion and I can't keep having this argument with people who should know better than some random savant.

[st4rgiirll]

first i love you

s2!jj maybank x gf!reader

creds: roseraris for dividers!

the sunrise painted kildare island in shades of gold, and for once, jj was awake to see it. he sat at the end of the dock, legs dangling over the water, his usual bravado stripped away by the early morning quiet.

you found him there after waking up to a cold bed, with no protective arm around you. you knew where he’d be, he always sat by the water when his thoughts got too loud.

“couldnt sleep?” you ask, settling beside him.

you lean your head on his shoulder, you felt his head rest on your own.

“nah.” he replied, his signature half-smile playing at his lips. “too much thinking. dangerous activity, i know.”

you smiled slightly, pushing his side lightly. after months of being together, you’d learned to read between the lines when it came to him, to understand when his jokes were armour rather than humour.

”want to talk about it?” jj was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixated on the horizon where the sun was climbing higher in the sky.

his fingers fidgeted with the bandana tied around his wrist - one you’d given him months ago when he’d cut his hand trying to fix his bike. he washed it and kept it, asking you to tie it around his wrist and of course you obliged.

“my old man showed up yesterday,” he finally said, his voice barely about a whisper.

“started spouting the same old shit, ‘bout how im just like him, how i’ll never amount to anything.”

your heart clenched. you’d seen the shadow his father had cast on him, how deep those wounds ran. “jj…” you started, but he shook his head.

“that’s not even the part that kept me up.” he continued, finally turning to look at you. his blue eyes were intense, vulnerable in a way you rarely saw them.

“what kept me up was thinkin’ about how different everything is now. how different i am. ‘cause of you.” your breath caught in your throat.

jj maybank didnt do serious conversations, didnt bare his soul unless something was really eating at him.

“you make me want to be better.” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “you make me believe i can he. and thats…” he swallowed hard.

“that’s fucking terrifying.”

“why is it terrifying?” you asked softly, despite already knowing the answer.

“because i love you.” he blurted out, then immediately looked away, as if bracing for impact. “and everyone i’ve ever loved has either left or hirt me and i cant… i cant lose you too.”

the vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. this was jj maybank, the real one - no swagger, no deflecting jokes, just raw honesty from a boy who’d never been taught how to love or be loved properly.

you reached out, gently turning his face back toward you. his eyes met yours, uncertainty warring with hope in their depths.

“jj maybank.” you said firmly. “i love you too. and im not going anywhere.”

the smile that broke across his face was like watching the sun come out after a storm - brilliant and a little disbelieving. before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss that tasted of salt air and promise.

when you finally broke apart, he pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath. “say it again.” he whispered, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“i love you.” you repeated, feeling him pull you closer.

“one more time?” you laughed, the sound carrying across the water.

“i love you, you idiot.”

“good.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “‘cause i love you too, and i plan on saying it until you’re sick of hearing it.”

“i dont think that’s possible..” you smile, nuzzling your face into him.

the sun was fully up now, turning the water to diamonds, and jj’s arms were warm around you. you stayed there together, watching the island wake up, both understanding that something had shifted between you – something as vast and deep as the ocean stretching out before you.

and for the first time in his life, jj maybank wasn't scared of falling. he was already caught.

[highway-143]

savior- yang jungwon

genre: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, vampire au, answer to this ask

pairing: vampire!jungwon x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko (open taglist)

word count: 2.9k

now playing: still monster- enhypen

a.n- loll this is my first wonnie fic so im kinda excited lmao... also uhhh i had to bring some of &team in to this one like how could i not 😫😫😫

tw: mentions of pedophilia, profanity, gang rape (ugh its part of the plot ToT), fingering, general vampire activities, probs more idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"when's the project due?"

minjae scrolls through her phone, trying to find the assignment on canvas. all the other students in your class are milling around the room, talking with their partners and figuring out the right topic.

"uhh..." she clicks a few more times. "april 14th. two weeks. we definitely have enough time."

you sigh, tapping your fingers on the desk. "what do you want it to be about?"

"i dont know..." she murmurs. "maybe world war II? that's always a safe option."

"we could try the vietnam war?"

"what about the holocaust specifically? like dive in depth to that." minjae chews on her fingernails, a habit you quickly discovered since you met her.

you grab her hand and pull it away from her mouth. "you need to stop. but yeah, that sounds like a good topic."

you feel a presence to your side, and see yuma leaning on the end of the long table.

"what's up?"

he smiles at minjae and turns to look at you. "so, y/n... are you free on saturday?"

"yeah, why?" you look at minjae, and she gives you her 'excited eyes'

"i thought you might like to come with me to a basketball game. the team is playing that day."

you grin, a little too elated. you had known yuma for a while now, you two were friends at best.

"yeah, that sounds awesome! text me the details!"

he smirks, nods, and walks away, leaving you and minjae giggling at each other.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

minjae sits on the edge of your bed, rambling about her statistics teacher.

thank god you didn't take that class. from what she said, he sounded like an asshole.

"- and he expects us to understand how to solve the questions without actually teaching us how to do them! he sucks!"

you laugh and flop onto your bed, closing your eyes and smiling.

"yo bro.... who got you smiling like that??" says minjae.

you giggle, kicking your legs into the air. "yumaaaaa..." you draw out the last syllable, a stupid grin on your face.

minjae chuckles. "girl, you're so down bad for him."

"i know!" you say, throwing a pillow at her.

she throws it back at you. "i still can't believe he asked you out!!"

"me too! i can't wait for saturday, oh my godddd."

"only three more days!"

you both scream, the shrieks turning to a fit of giggles as you roll around on the bed.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

"hey, what do you think you're doing?"

you were about to sit in a chair in your chem class, a random one that wasn't occupied.

"uh... sitting down?" you say to the boy standing in front of you. he had thick black hair, bangs framing his face that probably would have been cute if not for the scowl he was giving you.

"no, you aren't. " he grabs your arm and pulls you away from the chair, sitting down in it before you could react.

he smirks and props his feet up on the desk, nodding to you. "thanks princess."

you stutter, confused. "um... what the fuck? who the hell are you?"

he laughs. "jungwon. and this is my seat. i sit here every single class."

you roll your eyes. "okay bud. whatever."

jerk.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

you keep bumping into jungwon after that.

it was almost like he was following you.

he was at the food court entrance when you walked in, outside the bathrooms when you needed to touch up your makeup, working at the starbucks you decided to get a drink from.

everywhere.

you were relieved for the break on saturday

you and minjae were in your dorm, she helped you pick out an outfit, cargo jeans, a baby tee, and a light grey hoodie. you were touching up your makeup when you heard the knock rattle the door.

minjae opened the door to reveal yuma, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

you shot each other a quick look.

he was handsome.

"hey yuma!" you say, clipping in your second earring. "just a sec!"

he grins and leans against the doorframe, watching you zip ypur hoodie halfway up in the mirror.

"you look really pretty," he says, looking you up and down. "damn"

you blush and he steps to the side so you can walk out the door.

you glance back at minjae, who is jumping up and down, mouth open in a silent scream of excitement.

yuma walks you through the campus to the stadium on the other side.

"-so yeah, i think drake is the best modern day rapper."

you laugh. "uh, i'm pretty sure that title goes to kendrick. i mean, isn't drake a pedo?"

he grins. "fair. but his songs are catchier than kendrick's."

"oh, so not like us is just being thrown to the side?!" you act offended, covering your mouth with your hand as if you were in a 50's movie.

"okay, i'll give him that one. it's an earworm for sure though"

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

the game was amazing. your school won, leaving your end of the court screaming and cheering. everyone was high on the energy from the game.

yuma walked with you in the darkness, staying close to your side.

"over here, i know a shortcut."

he walks down an alley. you hesitate before following, unsure of whether you should go the same way.

"yuma, are you sure that's the right way?"

"im sure!" he calls, waving his arm for you to follow him.

you take a few reluctant steps between the two tall buildings on either side of the walkway.

and then you hear a rustle behind you.

you look for yuma.

he's gone.

"yu-!" a hand claps over your mouth.

you try to scream as fingers bury into your waist, try to call for help as you feel yourself get carried deeper into the alley.

but your efforts are futile.

you bite down on the hand covering your mouth.

"ah shit!" says the voice of a man. "little bitch!"

he slaps you on the cheek.

you're pinned against the wall, two boys pinning you by your arms against the rough bricks.

the one who covered your mouth is in front of you. tall, fairly attractive with dark eyes and black hair.

"nice job yuma. got us a pretty little slut to use."

"yuma!" you yell, head spinning to see him standing a few feet away. "what are you doing?!"

he laughs, a smirk forming on his face. "naive, aren't you?"

he watches as the one in front of you steps closer and places a hand on your jaw.

"so beautiful... oh this is going to be fun"

you whimper as his hands drag down your chest, manhandling your breasts and pulling your shirt up. you feel tears start to form in your eyes.

"please don't." you plead, arms straining against your prison between the two others. "please"

the tall one laughs. "nice try, princess."

you sob when he pinches your nipples, your body squirming under his touch.

he runs his hands to your jeans, popping the button.

"let's see that pretty little cunt, huh baby?"

you kick him, foot landing right in his stomach.

he flinches and grabs his chest, laughing as he looks up at your teary eyes.

"big mistake, bitch"

he yanks down your pants while the two others hold your legs steadily.

you feel the rough fabric fall to your ankles and the tall one's hands knead your thighs.

"yuma, she's fucking sexy"

yuma walks closer, grabbing your chin and forcing your tear-ridden eyes to look at his.

"you're so lucky nicholas knows how to treat a girl. if it was any of the others you'd already be split apart on one of their dicks."

you sob even harder, your body numb with fear as nicholas hooks a finger under your black panties and drags them down your bruising thighs.

"nicho, go easy on her." says the one on your left. "save some of her for the rest of us."

"the little slut's gonna take what we give her maki, don't you worry."

nicholas drags a finger through your folds, watching your body writhe under his touch.

"stay still."

you stop, afraid. he grips your hip with one hand while the other works around your cunt.

"good fucking girl" says yuma, and he crashes his lips onto yours, capturing every sound that you made as nicho's finger slid into your pussy.

you try to pull away from yuma, try to move your arms, but you're too well restrained.

nicho's finger curls inside of you, and you cry impossibly harder.

and then they all freeze.

nicholas stops moving his fingers.

yuma pulls away.

even maki and the other boy holding you down grip your limbs less tight.

because at the end of the alley, theres a figure.

it looks like another boy. at first, you were afraid that he was there to help your attackers.

but their reactions weren't ones that were a response to assistance.

the guy starts running towards where you were, his features slowly becoming more and more visible.

jungwon.

you almost start crying more.

"what the fuck is going on here?" he grabs yuma by the bicep, pulling him away from you.

"y/n?"

you nod, tears streaking down your red cheeks.

"this doesn't concern you" says nicholas, his face a mixture of guilt and anger as he stands up and pulls his hand away from your cunt. "you can leave."

"no, i think you can." jungwon turns to maki. "take your fucking hands off of her or i swear to god i'm going to chop them off and shove them so far up your ass that you can taste them in your bloodthirsty throats."

the one on your right laughs. "yeah, we're the bloodthirsty ones."

"fuma's right. you're the damn vampire here, don't think we can't sense it." says maki.

"okay, and i'm not the ones raping her. get your fucking hands off."

yuma scoffs. "no. we found her first. you can have her when we're done."

jungwon slaps yuma across the face, his fist plunging into maki's nose only seconds later.

he pulls you from fuma's arms and drags you behind him. you watch in horror as nicholas grabs his wrist and punches his stomach.

jungwon groans, doubling over. all you can do is stand in shock as you watch the four close in on jungwon.

but they don't.

because he reaches for fuma, grabs him by the shoulders, and sinks his teeth into his neck.

you gasp, watching as blood spilled from fuma's neck and the others pause out of shock.

fuma goes limp, his body falling to the ground as jungwon licks his lips and wipes away blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"who's next?"

the others take one look at each other and bolt out of the alley. jungwon chuckles as he watches yuma trip over his feet.

you fall to the ground, knees giving out under you. sobs rack through your body, shoulders shaking as jungwon kneels beside you.

"hey.... hey, y/n.... god, you look terrible." he rubs your back taking your hand in his. "i mean, not terrible.... just hurt."

you can't stop crying, your breathing uneven and erratic next to jungwon.

"let's go home, come on." he pulls you up to stand with him, grabbing your pants and bringing them back up your legs.

you drag your shirt down to cover your chest, utterly embarrased and exposed.

the tears fall in rivulets down your face. your hair is a mess, mascara smeared and makeup splotchy.

jungwon puts an arm over your shoulder and walks you out of the alley, taking slow steps to match your pace.

people stare as you walk by, disheveled and crying. the smeared blood on jungwon's lower lip didn't help either.

he knocked on your door, and minjae opened it with excitement.

that turned quickly into fear.

"y/n! what the- fuck, are you okay?!" you sob louder as jungwon walks you to your bed.

"i'll tell you later, hang on." he lets you sit on the mattress, taking your jacket off your shoulders.

minjae hands him a plastic water bottle and some pills.

"melatonin and tylenol." she practically whispers.

jungwon uncaps and hands you the bottle, then the medicine.

he and minjae watch as you slowly drink, handing the bottle back to jungwon.

"i-" your voice cracks. "i... think i'll go to bed now. thank you."

jungwon nods with sad eyes, pulling back the covers of your bed and letting you slide underneath the cool sheets.

he watches as you curl up, reaching for a pillow and holding it in your arms as you bury your head into the soft cushion.

you let him stay, sitting next to you and rubbing your knee over the blankets. he looks at minjae when you fall asleep, and she stares at him like she wants to kill him.

"what the actual fuck happened to her?"

"i found her in an alley, there were four guys holding her down, starting to rape her."

minjae sits down in her chair, eyes wide and mouth open in fear.

"who were they? what happened to yuma?"

"he..." jungwon looks back at you, fast asleep.

peaceful.

"he was one of them."

minjae looks like she's about to smack somebody. "oh my god, that little motherfucking piece of shit. i should've known."

jungwon sighs. "no, nobody could've. he's never done this before."

the two sit in silence. jungwon reaches for your face and brushes a piece of hair away from where it was resting on your nose.

"who are you?"

"jungwon. i'm in her chemistry class. i work at the starbucks down the road."

she nods. "i've seen you before..."

he watches you snore, your arms curling into the pillow as if it were a real person.

"i should go. i'll come back to check on her tomorrow."

minjae sighs. "okay. see ya. thank you for bringing her home though."

"of course."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

minjae doesn't leave your side the next day.

she sat with you while you laid on your bed, trying your hardest not to cry when you thought about the way yuma betrayed you, the way you were pinned to the wall and touched.

the way nicholas invaded you.

jungwon came to visit in the afternoon.

he brought a coffee, the same one you ordered before, and a bag of candy.

you gave him a quiet hug when he walked in, arms wrapping around his chest in a silent thanks.

he was taken aback, but quickly pulled you closer and held you tight. his hand threaded through your hair, rubbing the back of your head while your tears soaked into his shirt.

minjae mouths a 'thank you' to jungwon. he nods, and she intterupts your hug.

"i'm gonna go run some errands. i'll be back in a few hours." she says, grabbing her purse and keys and walking out the door.

"how are you feeling?" jungwon asks, pulling away to look at your makeupless face.

"better."

"that's good... i brought you this!" he says, smiling and handing you the coffee and assorted chocolates. "i would've come sooner but i had to work."

you grin. "that's sweet, thank you. oh, and i meant to ask you, what the hell was last night?"

"what do you mean?" he sits on your desk chair, spinning it to face where you were on the bed.

"what do i mean? what the fuck you did to fuma! is he fucking dead? where in the world did that come from?!"

jungwon sighs, head drooping down and elbows resting on his knees.

"you promise to actually listen?"

you nod, a little nervous.

"so uh.... yeah, you heard them. vampire. uhh... they're right, i am. there are only a few of us out there, i've only ever met one, and he lives in barcelona. but the guys that... attacked... you, they kind of.... hunt us? and i guess they knew i was watching you and thought that would be an easy way to get to me."

you look at him like he had lost his mind.

he probably had.

"you were watching me?"

he laughs. "that's what sticks out the most there?"

you nod. "i mean, you have evidence, it's kinda obvious by the way you fucking ate fuma. so yeah, unless you want me to cry and scream and throw a fit then i want to know why you were watching me."

"i mean... okay," he chuckles. "i guess i liked you... you were cool, funny, pretty with an even prettier smile. so... i guess i became a stalker."

you giggle. "a cute one though"

he smirks "so i'm cute? chat, she thinks im cute!" he does a little dance in the chair, and you feel yourself smile.

"there it is!"

"there what is?"

"the smile that made me fall for you in the first place. i thought i wouldn't get to see it again." he says, eyes softening.

"i think only you can bring it out of me for now."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)

a.n- chat i think i cooked but idk.... i think it could be better but my motivation is slowly dwindling help ToT

anyways ilysm ty for reading (if you finished it haha) and please like/reblog if you liked it!

[schlattslonghairytoes]

omg wait i just sent in the baby it’s cold outside request and im now realizing that YOU PLANTEF THE SEED IN MY BRAIN WITH YOUR HCS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!

but if you don’t mind could you please go more into depth with that idea pls pls pls

the christmas spirit

you were sat on your sofa watching you boyfriends newest podcast episode, you were sorting through your own footage when you hear him talk about making a christmas album

now you knew he could sing, but an album worried you, he was no sinatra. so you decided to call him up and see what he was thinking

you clicked on his contact and began calling "jayjay😏" after 5 rings you really considered giving up, but you finally saw the word connecting

you again considered hanging up when he answered the phone looking like this.

"what." he groaned it a low pitched voice, you giggled before realizing what time it was by him

"jay why were you sleeping at five P.M" you squinted your eyes at him

"im tired." he deadpanned. you sighed before laughing again at his mad face, before you could speak he began to stretch and the angle where he dropped his phone gave you a full view of his beautiful body.

"do you know hot you are?" you ask admiring your boyfriend.

"ill hang up on you, slut." he never did like compliments.

"brat, anyways." you rolled your eyes "i just finished watching chuckle, you looked very cute, but what was this about a christmas album?"

his face lit up "i forgot to tell you! okay so remember my way, well i know you remember it but you get it, i wanted a new project to focus on so im going to make a christmas album!"

schlatt found it very hard to focus on one thing for a prolonged period of time, but he always loved singing so you believed this would be good for him.

"babe and how are you gonna do that?" you questioned, he began to pout as he walked to his bathroom and set down his phone on the counter

"what you dont beweve in me?" he asked in a weird baby voice, while alos having a mouth full of toothpaste

"gross. no of course i do, but i mean your gonna need a producer, a person to re-write the music so you can own it, a vocal coach, how much is this gonna cost you?" you voiced your concerns

"not as much as ill make from it" he laughed

"ugh i hate you" a sigh escaped you but he persisted

"and one more thing.. i want you to be in it."

-if there is one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were not about to be one of those youtubers who started making shitty music

-so when i tell you it took a long time to get schlatt to convince you to be on the album, it took months

-but when you eventually came around schlatt was ecstatic

-and honestly you were kinda excited too, you would get to see your boyfriend after not seeing him for over a month

-and with this album drop, you both agreed it would basically be your own version of a hard launch

-you wanted to pick songs that would compliment both of your voices, but also make it pretty clear you were more then just friends

-you chose santa baby and baby its cold outside, but schlatt added another, your favorite song, something stupid by frank and nancy sinatra

-you were so excited to see him that the thought of having to sing that well didnt even cross your mind

-but you boarded your flight to LA without second thought, excited to see your favorite boy when you landed

schlatt fucking hates Los Angeles, its hot, the people suck ass, theres always traffic, and right now, the fact that your not with him is driving him insane.

your flight should be landing any minute, and hes sitting in an airport trying to hide and make sure no one recognizes him.

the reason that becoming increasingly difficult is because fucking jack manifold, tom simons, and harry tornado (average harry), waltz off the plane, into the airport, in los angeles.

where everyone is always looking for someone to recognize.

schlatt is hiding twenty feet away from them, but hes already gotten noticed four times, the man cant catch a break.

he just wants to see his girlfriend, not interact with his fuckass fans

that fact that your relationship was private didnt help, he would one hundred percent makeout with you in the middle of the airport, but now that you have planned your hardlaunch he has to contain himself.

harry and jack were taking a picture with a fan, and tom was pissing as usual when schlatt finally saw you

he launched himself up and flailed his arms around like a clown to you, when you saw him you bolted across the floor and threw your bags at harry, who fell over from the force.

like flat on his ass.

you ran and jumped your man “i missed you so much baby” you laughed

“there is a group of teenage girls to your left that have their phones out, i love you so fucking much but save it for the bnb.” he smiled down at you

you giggled and looked over at the six girls, who were activley ignoring harry and tom who were awkwardly standing by them

"holy fucking shit im your biggest fan, please please please can i get a picture with you ive been watching you since i was fucking ten." one girl yelled

"kezia shut the hell up your gonna scare her away." another slapped her

"alanna you dont understand." she wailed

"you look alot like our art teacher" another added

"renn arent you a patron of her podcast?" holy fuck there were so many of them

they all began yelling over eachother and fan girling over you, "do you guys want a picture, or we can make a tiktok or something, up to you guys." you said politely

"can i be in it?" harry asked quietly

"um, sorry, who are you?" tom and jack started hysterically laughing and slapping harry

you guys ended up making a funny tiktok in the middle of LAX and they told you they were all friends because of an art class they have together.

after you all said our goodbyes you all loaded into ted's truck that schlatt was borrowing to haul you all around

you got in the passenger seat as schlatt went over the plan for the week

"okay, we have an airbnb for all of us, but two of you have to share a room, theres three in total. so jack tom and harry two of you will have to be sharing a bed, no homo in my airbnb do ya' hear me?"

they all burst out laughing and agree to schlatts terms

"okay, today once all of you are back at the bnb, im gonna head to the studio to record my solo songs, tommora' im recording with tom and jack, harry you can tag along or whatever, wednesday me and you are together"

he rested his hand on your thigh as he looked at you, his eyes full of stars, looking at you as if you had hung them

"then Thursday, me ludwig, quackity and theo are gonna be down there, the rest of the week is scheduled incase we need to re-record anything or just have fun, everyone undertand?"

he squeezed your thigh as he drove, eyes locked on you

"eyes on the road buddy" you pushed his head foward and sat back in your seat admiring you boyfriend as your friends wrestled in the back.

"harry cut it out, tom stop touching his bum or whatever you britsh fucks call it. youre being gay man, what did i say about that." schlatt jokes, he told you privately that he was bisexual so you knew his jokes were simply just jokes

you watched him as he yelled at the monkeys in the back seat and all you could think is how good of a dad hes going to be, you've spoke about kids before, and your both on the same page which is a huge relief.

you thought about what features your kids would get from him, and god you hoped it was his nose, you loved his nose.

"can ya' stop thinking so hard i swear i can hear your thought." he laughed as he stopped at a red light, looking over to you again

"i just love you so much." you laughed

"ew mom and dad are gonna fuck!" tom gagged

"get a room you perverts" harry lent over the middle console and made smooching noises, schlatt grabbed his face and pushed him back into his seat.

"this is gonna be a long fucking week, im gonna kill myself i swear." schlatt scoffed

"take me with you then" you sighed and slouched into your seat.

day one. (six days remaining)

you woke up with schlatts arms wrapped around your waist, good start.

you both woke up early so you could get breakfast for you and your kids, as you walked up the streets of LA all you could think about is how you want to spend the rest of your life with this man.

"penny for your thoughts?" he laughed, but was one of his calm laughs that was so genuine and unforced

"just love you, love us y'know? i wanna have a big house, a cat, maybe a dog, some little you's running around, i just cant wait to move in with you next month"

"if you say anything like that again ill fuck you right here. dont test me, im gonna have to walk around witha' boner now you whore"

your laugh escaped you and you had to bend over and stop walking as you look up at your now tomoato colored boyfriend.

"c'mon keep it moving." he gunted, a small smiled appearing on his stone cold face.

you ate breakfast together then made your way back to the bnb to deliver food to your "kiddos", soon after they all left for the studio so you decided to start a little project of your own, a suprise one

since schlatt was going to hard launch your realationship through something he loved, you decided you'd do the same

a little video about the love of your life

day two (five days remaining)

you and schlatt repeated the same routine in the morning, you went and got breakfast, went back the bnb, got changed and finally left for the studio

on your walk there schlatt warned you about the homeless person right infront of the studio

"no im so serious, he actually tried to stab me two days ago, and when i finaly got away from him he started yelling how he could take me, and not in a fight. let me tell you, he was not my type."

you both walked into the studio to be met by a italian man named David, but it was pronounced daviday.

he directed you both to a booth were you were instructed to drink tea and blow bubbles into a cup

"babe im starting to get nervous, if i fuck up, or have a voice crack, and you laugh at me. so help me god im breaking up with you" you told him

"lemme tell you what happened yesterday" he sat down and began drinking his tea. "i let harry sing one line on jingle bells and his voice went up and octave and cracked. it was so funny holy shit, i have to get that recording."

you both contiuned talking about the recording process so far, until david told you he was ready to begin, starting with baby its cold outside and you were gonna do a full run through no matter the mistakes.

the music counted in and you started off the song "i really cant stay" you sang. then your boyfriend came in with "but baby, its cold outside" and your eyes widened at how good he sounded

you went through the full thing and after the last line you laughed until you heard davids voice, "both of you, that was shit, do it again."

schlatt didnt even seem fazed by this. holy fuck you were in for a long day.

once david was semi happy with that song you moved onto something stupid, and that one went by much faster.

but the song you were dreading most was next, mostly cause you had to carry the whole song

schlatt started off the ong with the iconic bu-bum, bu-bum' when your voice came in "santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl."

as you sang your eyes looked up at him an winked before you focused on singing again.

schlatt continued through the song, but the moment you were done, he scurred off to the bathroom while you did certain lines and verses over and over

when he came back, his face was significantly redder, but you just laughed and moved on, too focused on perfecting your song

you had been recording for over 12 hours now, both of you exhausted.

when you were finally done it was two am.

you called an uber and headed back to the bnb

as you fell asleep on schlatts chest, all you could think about was how you couldnt wait to upload the album, and finally live with the love of your life.

[sporeclan]

Hellooooo! I’m working on a clangen blog of my own, so I’m going around asking my favorite clangen blogs some questions. I’m happy to get answers to whichever you feel like answering (or none at all if you don’t feel like it!)

What program and file size do you use?

If you use a font, what font is it?

How far ahead do you recommend playing?

Do you have any advice for layouts?

Do you have any tips for lighting/drawing fur?

Do you have any tips for making cats look more unique?

If you do backgrounds, do you have any advice for creating them?

If you use them, where do you recommend finding reference images?

Hi!! :D

1) I use Clip Studio Paint! Unfortunately not a free program, but I'm very very fond of it. Definitely recommend it to anyone who has the money! My file size is about 1680px wide, I believe? With varying heights. I definitely wouldn't recommend doing it that way, but it's what works for me so :')

2) I made the font myself, actually! Highly recommend doing that tbh, it's a happy medium between getting something handwritten looking without having to spend a thousand years writing haha :D There are probably a hundred websites out there that let you make you own font, but I used Calligraphr

3) It depends! For me playing to about 12-15 moons ahead with a minimum of 6 moons works really well with my style and workflow. Makes me able to cobble together these small interpersonal plotlines while also letting me occasionally play and get new drama to get invested in these characters all over again about. But if I were going for something with a major overarching plot, I would probably go a lot further ahead, if not straight up take the playthrough as far as I'd want it/until a game over just to not risk rng screwing with my plans

4) I would suggest looking up comic panelling tips in general for a better explaination than what I can offer, but I'll try to explain my basic process :'D I mostly go by heart, but I do like to sometimes follow this rule of thumb I like to call the 'Z'

When we read text, we learn to go from left to right, then back to left at a slight diagonal to get to the next line. By following that simple shape when placing characters and especially text, it makes it flow much more naturally to us. And when your pages flow well, you get to break that flow when you want a scene to feel more tense! I tried doing that with the last two panels of the page above and I really liked how that came out :D

Another couple of tips is 1) try not to make the panels too uniform 2) if you want to use two panels for one scene, slanting the side of a panel can make it feel like they flow into each other better, like matching two puzzle pieces if that makes sense 3) small overlapping panels are great for reaction shots and so fun to do!

And lastly, don't be afraid to break the panel border!

It can add a lot of momentum and impact if used right! Plus it's so fun to do <3

5) No sorry, I don't do lighting/shading in my comics at all :'D

6) I have a couple posts here and here describing my own process a bit! But otherwise I'd like to refer to whisper-cats' response to this same prompt, it's pretty in depth and I think they give some really solid advice here!

7) Not particularly, just find a style that works for you the best. I don't do a lot of backgrounding, but when I do, it's in this lineless limited palette style because that's just my favourite kind of background to make

I do highly recommend trying to limit how much time you spend on a background. Don't burn yourself out on one panel because then you'll never wanna finish the whole page!

And for 8), I dont use references so sadly I can't give you any good recommendations there either :')

I hope any of this made sense, lol! Good luck with your blog!

[midnight--sadness]

So i saw your recent(?) reply to an ask about nsfw junhun hcs and I’ve come to demand more 🔫

You said many things that made me dizzy, but I’d love to hear you elaborate on:

- ‘[Junho] just had a lot of frustrations he has to let go of and he uses Gihun to do just that.’

What are we talking about here? Bending him in half and fucking him hard and fast? Would he say anything mean? Would he thank him after?

- ‘lots of athletic sex’

I NEED A POSITION LIST NOOWWWW.

- ‘phone/cyber sex’

Your brain is so big and sexy

Imagine Junho asking Gihun to fuck himself on a toy while he listens…or to touch himself and moan into the phone…BUT YOU SAID A VIDEO. What kind of video would Junho want to see? How would Gihun show he was nervous? Avoiding eye contact with the camera, tucking his chin into his chest, what are we talking here? I feel like Junho LOVES the way Gihun says his name when they’re fucking so I could totally see him asking for a video of him jerking it and calling out for Junho, maybe some nipple play in there too

FEED THE BEAST MIA. FEED ME

- exactly who tf you think it is

i love when u send me an ask bc the sign off is so fucking ominous every time dkvfdjjfvnjkdj feeling like the junhun grim reaper is coming for my ass 😭😭😭 (all in the best way possible of course!)

okay, im gonna answer this in parts to make it easier

‘[Junho] just had a lot of frustrations he has to let go of and he uses Gihun to do just that.’

in this instance, junho literally uses gihun how he wants to. whichever position he wants, he will manhandle gihun into it. he sets the pace, the depth, the rhythm. he's the one who decides how much preparation gihun gets, how long the foreplay lasts, if gihun can talk or make noise. nothing is up to gihun. junho is the one in control, he's calling the shots.

(i firmly believe that they have a safeword, use the color system liberally, and have a special hand gesture they know to make when they have their mouths covered; i dont think junho would ever do any of this to gihun without first asking him if he's okay with it and estabilishing a way for gihun to communicate when he wants to stop.)

in the end, junho would for sure thank gihun - for allowing junho to do that, for being so good to him, for not judging junho... the aftercare in these instances is always top notch bc junho would almost feel like he has to apologize to gihun. but gihun quickly assures him that he likes it, likes being junho's to manhandle and own and claim. it makes him feel good.

i do have to point out that this isn't something junho plans. some days work sucks and he has too many memories choking him and so he needs to do this to let off steam. it's also why gihun is willing to participate; he knows how much better junho gets afterwards.

‘lots of athletic sex’

i wish i could put genuinely insane sex positions here but the truth is the only one half of this pairing is young and fit nkdfjkdj so i do have to account for the fact that gihun isn't in the best physical shape ever.

im talking lots of standing up sex, against the walls, anything that has them using every muscle in the body. junho bends gihun in ways he thought his body wouldn't bend but thankfully gihun is surprisingly flexible for a man his age. junho makes gihun ride him in every single way you can ride someone and by the end of gihun's legs are burning and he's almost begging junho let him stop but it feels so. fucking. good.

‘phone/cyber sex’

every single thing you said: yes!!!

junho loves all type of phone sex, so he'll take just a phone call bc hearing gihun moan is like a siren's call in his ears. and a picture is just as good, the visual of gihun stretching himself is amazing. but a video... a video has both auditory and visual, so junho doesn't have to pick one - he can see gihun stretch himself and moan all at the same time. and that is so delicious for him.

gihun is, obviously, very embarassed and very shy the first time he does it. i was debating whether junho would help him out at first, just setting everything up and making sure he's comfortable... but then i thought that junho is a little shit who'd enjoy seeing gihun struggle a bit. one of his favorites things is being able to surprise gihun despite gihun being more experienced in life, so seeing him fumble through a challenge, all shy and sweet, is half the point of the cyber sex idea for junho. it gets him so hot to see gihun pushing his own boundaries and doing everything he can for junho's pleasure.

gihun is a nervous mess, equal parts staring at the camera and then avoiding it completely. he is the one to set up the camera and sometimes he has to readjust it a bit so the bed is fully in frame. he has to constantly remind him to be facing the camera when he does anything bc the point of this is for junho to see.

he's fumbling at first, but then his awkwardness fades as the pleasure builds and at one point he forgets he's in front of camera recording himself. his confidence grows too, especially as he imagines that junho is physically behing the camera, watching gihun with half-lidded eyes, that dark gaze of his laser focused on gihun's body. it's something gihun has loved abt junho, how intense he is, and the moan of junho's name slips out without him wanting it to.

after that first word, the rest comes tumbling out. he's whimpering and begging as if junho is actually there, saying that junho is so good to him, becoming a completely incoherent mess. he digs his own fingers into his hip the way junho does, he runs his hands over his thighs and tweaks his own nipples in the exact same way junho does. he even keeps tilting his head to the side to expose his neck bc he knows junho loves to kiss him there before he remembers he's alone.

he for sure says something like "wish it was you filling me" and when junho is watching that tape he cums as soon as he hears gihun say that... does he get jealous fo the toy gihun is using? yes. but he can irrational when he has seong gihun moaning his name like that.

[lunasdestiny]

Hi! Wow, you answered that ask faster than I thought you would XD (I am gift headcanon anon for clarity). And yeah, I probably should have sent an ask before with the headcanon I had that the rescue bots suffer varied levels of survivors guilt before I sent that other one for context, whoops. (Spoilers: long rant ahead, (and also may get a little dark?) I don't know where boundaries lie, I'm sorry) I know Rescue Bots is a kids show and can't really go in depth with the war like in Prime, but I really wished they had little snippets with the bots having 'reality checks' every once in a while that cybertron was gone and struggled with that fact. Blades feels it the most because he is an anxious mess that lets his thoughts get away from him. So the fact that they went into stasis only to wake up and find everything/everyone they known and loved was gone for millions of years…that would mess anyone up real bad. And the fact it was all gone because of a long, brutal war they completely missed by sheer luck?! That's not something you just brush off.

I can imagine in the beginning Blades remembering friends/family he'd love to talk to about earth and his new mission only to get slammed by the reality that those bots he talked to a few days ago are long since gone and he can't talk to them ever again! PLUS the fact that Decepticons hit Rescue Bots first thing in the war and Sigma 17 were the only rescue bots to survive the bullet! The last four of their kind. I refuse to believe Blades didn't immerse himself in human movies and internet so he wouldn't spiral. He knows deep down he's not responsible for what happened, nor could he control anything afterwards, but after seeing new cybertron it's really hard not to think about the people he knew that don't get to enjoy this new peaceful world. And he feels he can't confide to Bee because how do you tell a war veteran with serious trauma that you feel guilty because you took a nap for millions of years only to wake up and play hero with humans while he and his team battled horrors beyond your belief just to survive everyday of a brutal war that killed your whole planet and everyone on it?! You do not dump 'Sorry I wasn't there to watch all of these terrible things you experienced, but I kinda sort of wish I did so I can feel I deserve to be here and enjoy this without my spark eating itself alive from thinking about how many suffered while I got off scott free'. Nope, nu-uh, not saying anything, hey look at that new thing! That looks like fun hahaha!!!

(I am so sorry this got so long (and got a little too dark?). I honestly love Blades to bits but sometimes I do wish they were more in the Prime continuity so we can get more backstory/inner thoughts/growth from their characters.)

OHhhhhh mANNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭

Dw I have the same wishes for any show I watch but I guess that's left for us to interpret!

Tho I imagine Blades does have a boiling point. Kinda a follow-up on the last ask you sent as well, but Blades and Bee are staying at a place during their time in Cybertron. Bee returns to the room only to see Blades with his back turned and making little sounds. He asks if he's okay only for Blades to turn around and he's just crying big Ghibli tears

Of course seeing Blades cry makes his whole world stop so he goes up to immediately hold him. Blades of course tries to make a joke but it just makes him look more pathetic.

"H-Heatwave said we couldn't cry. He's such a liar! I've done it before a-and I'm doing it now!" But he can't hold it in anymore and his voice breaks with a sob "I'm sorry!' "What are you sorry for?" "I'm supposed to be enjoying this trip and I'm ruining it!" "You're not ruining anything. You're upset...Blades you can talk to me...you dont have to but you can."

That's when it all spills out.

"I just can't stop thinking about everything from before! I miss my family! I miss my friends! I miss the rink! Everything I remembered from home is different or gone! I could have seen them off but I missed it all because of a stupid energon eater! And while I was in stasis all of that got destroyed! I should be grateful that I didn't experience the war but I feel like I'm being tortured! I know it's not true, but for some reason it feels like my fault! AND NOW IM RUINING THIS TRIP BY BEING SAD ABOUT IT!"

Bee just holds him tighter. He knows he can't exactly relate, but he wants to comfort Blades as much as he can. So, while holding him, he lets Blades have a good cry.

"What can I do to help you feel better?" *sniff* "I like this actually..." "Good. You've been holding in a lot, haven't you?" "Mmm..." "I can't say I relate completely. But know I'm here for you if you need anything. Even if it's just for this." "Thank you...Heh. It's funny. I remember getting teased a lot for being a crybaby back when I was younger. It got to the point I tried my best to hide somewhere whenever I did." "Sad that we weren't friends then. You could have cried around me if you wanted. Knowing how I was, I probably would have tried to make you laugh by doing something stupid." "Hehe...It would have probably worked. I was easily amused." "...Tell me more." "About what?" "What were you like back then. Maybe other stuff...If you want to, of course." "...Sure."

They end up falling into recharge in each other's arms.

[syluses]

tell me why bloodhound just changed my life.. seriously. you write as if the words are just naturally being pulled out of your brain; effortless. let me kiss your mind. also... not to be breeding kink anon, but i must ask (my sincerest apologies)--was sylus trying to get her pregnant their first time? goodness, imagine if she was ovulating (he can sense it) or lord help her, he's in a rut? he just needs to give you his pups (would he want a lot?), and watch your body swell so beautifully :(

me rn: 🥹💓

Also im so sorry for the late reply bby i sometimes procrastinate on answering fic questions just bc i wanna give a nice proper in depth response- which my scatterbrain cannot always do hehe. But just know i appreciate u!! ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

Also…, not to be breeding kink writer- but thats one of my biggest kinks & i apologize to each & every one of my readers bc i deadass sprinkle that shit into like a third of my fics 🤦🏻‍♀️ anyway u get me so les GO

Now miraculously, i did not actually write the intention for sylus to knock mc up in Bloodhound. Not right then at least 👀 Their first time together, which we see in the fic, happens partly because one) Sylus is whipped for mc and can only contain his passion for so long; and two) Sylus just really wants to ‘bind’ them together somehow— even with the lack of biting, he still knotted her and you can best believe that means something to him and her both in heart and body :) also bro just really wanted to make her feel good and show his appreciation for her: he’s not the best with verbal affection in this fic, and we all know he’s very action-oriented. What better way to confess his love for her than dipping his head below the sheets? :) he’s eager to somehow return the favor and take care of HER. let it be known he absolutely adores and values her.

now dont get me wrong, his base instincts have already planted that bug in his ear and he’s definitely pictured her all round and pretty with his pups… but he holds enough decency (unlike sylus in some of my other fics) to hesitate on dumping all his wants/desires on her- especially right in one go. He’s wary of himself: not because his mind’s in a bad place, per se, but it’s mentioned that he had a pretty brutal past- and he’s scared his grisly environment has subconsciously bent him too out of shape for mc. He makes every effort to be more ‘tame’ and ‘gentle’ with her- and he adores everything about her, whether it be her smile, voice, how she looks at him, and that perfect body of hers- but he also cant help the slight jerk response whenever she grazes his neck unexpectedly or speaks a little too loudly.., ykwim? Its hard to explain it but basically- sylus harbors every amorous intention toward her, but he holds off on acting on them all bc he’s not sure if his beaten instinctive side, if u will, can keep itself in check. The absolute last thing he wants is to hurt her.

Good thing mc is super patient with him :] she’ll make him realize he can trust himself eventually dont worry <3

Anyways when homegirl ovulates, u best believe this man is extra tense around her but also just a smidgen more touchy— furthermore, he’s extra protective :) disturbing his own sleep during ungodly hours of the night just to get up and make sure the door is locked (each bolt, slat, and latch) and assure his girl is still all tucked in <3 There’s not one documented time where sylus has ever had an exactly easy time keeping his hunger for her in check- even more so when she’s in that phase- but the grouchy old dog’s self restraint is impressive. 💯 He’s especially doting with her, then.

Now I didnt really touch on ruts in the fic i dont think? But best believe whenever he gets one, mc is in for a wild ass ride. Sylus is so extremely pent up leading to the moment where he finally pounces on mc at the fic’s end: i imagine his brutal, active life before meeting her hardly allowed the opportunity to even think of casual hook ups here and there. Not to mention- he’s not exactly the type to sleep around with whoever… And anyways, sex was rarely a passing thought in his brain: that section responsible for those emotions and cravings had a very small foothold in his trifling life… Besides, he couldnt really afford to dwell on those things, could he? ahem.

Until her 😳 and then eeeeverything changes ;P

So we see him insanely wired when he’s eating her out and then fucking her- regardless of the presence or absence of a rut.

..But when one fully does hit? Oh Great heavens

Again, she’s gonna try to be superrr patient and encouraging to him- which warms his heart and all, and slowly wears away at his remaining, stubborn walls- but all her sweet coos and caresses certainly don’t help when he’s so horny he’s running a fever- one so high she asks if he needs to see the vet... if he’s away from her (or her delicious scent as it just… fucking invites him) for so much as a minute, he’s huffing and pacing the house. He’s re-scenting everything she owns- furniture, bed, clothes, the front door, even, just so the whole complex can pick up on what he’s laying down- while she’s at work and reminding himself that he’s more than just the hunger he feels when he briefly contemplates tearing open her sofa just for the sake of letting off steam :)

but he does do this: roll around in her blankets and pillows- her dizzying, soothing scent, or what the fabric holds of it- and massage his fat knot just to alleviate the ache for a bit 😮‍💨 his whole body is burning up- but even his hand, which feels like a kiln as it furiously strokes at his thick cock- cant compare to that hot pussy of hers that wraps around him so delightfully <3 he needs her in every way, shape, and form— emotional and physical— and nothing else matters.

mc quickly realizes something is off with him- but he’s blunt enough to just outright tell her that he feels a rut incoming. He’ll suggest that he should pack a bag and leave before it hits,.. step away from her- just for a short while- but cmon, both of them know that aint happening 👀 mc’s too trusting and naive for her own good tbh bc this girl TRULY doesnt realize just how hard that (unexpected; after a looong time) rut is gonna smack into her ‘good, does-no-wrong’ boy.

…Again, im not gonna heavily assert a breeding kink onto all my fics (with the help of some chains and shackles sigh), but ima just say it. ✋🫩🤚 This man has EVERY intent to knock homegirl up sideways backwards and upside down if this happens. What that means & how that goes is …. Well 👀

[dixons-sunshine]

i i love your brazilian reader so much😭😭 we dont really have that kind of representation😔 maybe could you write something with her and young daryl? maybe she could be an exchange student and got friends with daryl and is teaching him how to make brazilian food(and desserts too)? that would be adorable!! i love your writtings soo much💕

Run Away With You | Daryl Dixon x Young!Brazilian!Fem!Reader

Summary: Meeting Daryl Dixon was one of the best things to ever happen to you. He was introverted and shy, but with you, he was free to be himself. While preparing one of your favourite desserts, you suggest something to Daryl.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre apocalypse.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse.

Word count: 839.

A/n: I wrote this at midnight while almost falling asleep, but I hope you like this! And thank you, @v1rtualv4mp, so much for helping me with the translations! However, some phrases are from Google translate and the recipe for the dessert in this was found from Google, so please feel free to correct me regarding any mistakes!

And with this fic done and my inbox cleared out, I can now officially say that requests are reopened! Feel free to send them in!

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“Should I fill it all the way up or nah?” Daryl questioned you, holding the tray in his hands.

You shifted your attention from the stove to him. “No, only three fourths of the way. That's what my mom taught me.”

Daryl nodded and followed your instructions, carefully pouring the custard into the dough-filled muffin cups. Afterwards he handed the muffin tray to you, carefully observing as you placed the tray in the preheated oven.

Daryl leaned back against the counter. “How long do we need to bake it fer?” he questioned, motioning towards the oven.

You joined him against the counter, leaning your head against his shoulder. Daryl stiffened momentarily before relaxing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer into his side. He pressed a soft, tender kiss against your temple, smiling softly when you let out a small giggle.

“For about one and a half hours,” you answered him, checking the time on your wristwatch. “So we have to take it out at about four-thirty. Then we let it cool down for ten minutes and then we have ourselves some delicious Pastéis De Nata.”

Daryl hummed. “Portuguese Custard tart?”

You rolled your eyes at him, sending a playful smile up at him. “Sure, if you want to be a falante de inglês chato,” you joked, earning a faint, playful jab to your side, making you laugh. “Hey! Do you even know what I said?”

“Nope,” Daryl replied, shaking his head with a faint smile on his face. “But I do know tha' it probably wasn't a compliment.”

“You're right about that,” you laughed and nodded, nuzzling yourself snuggly against his side. However, you withdrew from his hold when he flinched in pain, sending him a concerned look. “What's wrong, amor?”

Daryl shook his head. “Nothin'. Jus' my father who got a bit carried away last nigh'. Nothin' I can't handle.”

Your heart sank to the depths of your stomach at his revelation. You took his hand in yours and interlaced your fingers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. However, you knew that Daryl hated addressing his home life out loud, so you opted to try and cheer him up.

“You know, we could run away together.”

Daryl raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile gracing his beautiful features. “Yeah?” he asked, looking into your eyes. “And where would we even go?”

“Brazil,” you answered instantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I might be biased, but I do believe that it's one of the most beautiful countries in the world. I just know you'd love it.”

Daryl thought it over for a moment, before letting out an approving hum. “Well, let's say I agree to run away with ya to Brazil. What would we even do?”

“A gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avós,” you mumbled to yourself, soothingly rubbing your thumb over your boyfriend's knuckles. You giggled at the confused look he gave you. “It doesn't matter what I said. We could do anything you want, gatinho. Just name it and I'd make it happen.”

“I've always wanted to go check out what Brazilians do during that festival ya keep ravin' 'bout,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “So we could start with tha'?”

You smiled and nodded. “Anything you want, amor. We'd have to wait for Carnaval to start in a couple of months, but we could make it happen.”

Daryl smiled. “Have I ever told ya tha' I love ya?”

“You have,” you nodded, stepping into Daryl's arms and peering up at him. “And I do, too. Eu te amo tanto.”

You leaned in and kissed Daryl on the lips, savouring the taste of him. However, the moment was short-lived, because the power soon went out, causing you and Daryl to look at each other in confusion.

“Well,” Daryl started, looking towards the oven. “Guess tha's gon' take longer to get ready.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously? That's your concern?”

“Wha' can I say?” Daryl mused, sending you a playful smile. “I was really lookin' forward to tha' custard tart. Would've packed some fer our journey to Brazil.”

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Translations:

falante de inglês chato: boring English speaker.

amor: love

A gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avós: We could participate in the Carnaval, and maybe go visit my grandparents.

Eu te amo tanto: I love you so much.

[grassiestars]

drop 5h3 skizz lore

the lore kinda sucks tbh so sorry anon

but i hope a really rushed ref sheet (it's barely a ref sheet I'll be honest) works for you! ill have a bunch of explanations and all that under the cut :)

very very brief TLDR at the end! angel lore thing is nearer to the end as well

i think the most obvious ones are the lightning scars, so let me start with that. in Wild Life, when Cleo summons Mumbo and Skizz, there's that lightning, and when they die, there's the lightning yet again. That's a lot of lightning. So I believe that both Mumbo and Skizz would have a bunch of these scars. Does that make sense. and because of the sheer number of lightning things there are, his wings would probably be scorched... not pictured here (at least not very well) but I would say the base of his back wings are black? like permanently? i cant really articulate it that well but you get the point right

the only Secret Life reference? thing? is the scar on his face, which as stated, he mixes up with his lightning scars (totally not an excuse for me to put less effort into drawing them). since Joel was above him and hitting him before Skizz died.

the scar on his neck is from when he sacrificed himself to team TIES/etho in Limited Life. my ren design (which definitely exists btw. in my head) also has a similar scar because of the beheading. what is with these block people and their obsession with beheading. the explosion scar is from all of those tnt minecart shenanigans. he has a bigger one on his chest which i didnt draw because i dont want to draw chests they confuse me. the back confused me enough

you can't see this one all too well but basically in Last Life, Skizz died to an arrow to his back, so I would say it hit between his wings because that's cool! I don't know what arrow wounds look like and ill be put on a list if i try and find out

Third Life, Skizz died the same way as in SL, so I won't go too in depth. I'll just say the wound is on his chest or something. all other scars are from him being silly in HC ill just say that

super complicated angel lore time! the aether or heaven or whatever you want to call it sent down an angel to answer a certain imp's prayers. unfortunately Skizz was sent and hes possibly the worst person for the job. the eye-looking scars (sorry for using this word so much) on his wrists are from the other angels who are watching to make sure he doesnt do anything absolutely stupid. it's nothing angsty or gut wrenching that's it.

TLDR: scars represent Skizz's finals deaths each season, and hes a little bit bad at his job of being an angel sent from above

and that should be it! feel free to ask anything else if this lore doesnt make any sense which yeah fair enough

[todayisdeadinside]

What is your stance on people acting like larries are the only people who sexualize them? I feel like people always weaponize the sexualization of them when it involves the idea of H&L being together. You speak about them being sexualized in general so I’m curious if you think the idea of sexualization and fetishization is weaponized against larries. If anything I feel like we speak more openly abt them being sexualized….

hi anon! i think i somewhat answered this in my last anon response, but ill use this to talk more in-depth about my thoughts.

i cant speak definitively on if larries are more proactive about discussing harry's oversexualization because i havent been in this fandom that long and i joined as a larrie so im not familiar with the solo dynamics as much. ive seen more larries than solos breach the topic, but that might be a byproduct of me being in larrie spaces.

its definitely not only larries who oversexualize harry. its been a fandom wide problem since the band was formed i think, because of harry's marketing. but like i said in my previous post, a lot of larries get egos on them about knowing more than other fans, which can make them less receptive to criticism. that can create a rift between larries and non-larries sometimes, when some larries arent willing to respectfully disagree or accept theyre wrong about something.

i havent firsthand seen much of people weaponizing harry's sexualization against larries but i know what youre referring to, i believe. much of the wider fandom whos aware of larries see us as just shippers or fetishists or something, so its a solid-sounding trump card to go "well you dont support oversexualizing harry? then why do you ship him with a man!" and that also gets into society's ingrained sexualization and fetishizing of gay people and gay relationships. they see shipping larry as inherently sexualizing both of them, when its not.

(it doesnt help that there are some, usually cishet, larries who ARE just shipping them because they fetishize gay relationships, but those people are a minority in my opinion and a lot of antis latch onto them for their arguments, which always happens. im sure larries also latch onto the worst antis to fuel our arguments sometimes, too)

those are just my thoughts and observations, though. i love that people are curious my opinions, but i do want to make it clear that im very new to this fandom and most of what i talk about with regards to the past is only what ive observed retroactively; i wasnt here in the past and my opinions may be affected by that fact.

[punkeropercyjackson]

since it looks like ur on a rb spree right now i just wanted to send in an spop ask!! i love the show, and would loveee to hear thoughts of yours. favourite characters, favourite ships, seasons you like or seasons you dont, self inserts, headcanons, this is your free yap button!!!!! feel free not to answer it if youre not feeling it though <33333

Oughhh tysm Marsy(i hope i can call you that,if not i never did),Spop was baby Summer's first self-discovered queer show!!

I do have a s/i......His name is Twilight and he's Brightmoonian-Plumerian and childhood best friends with Bow and Glimmer!!He has plant powers but not to Perfuma's extent as he's not a Princess of Power and this makes him insecure and it's a big part of his arc!He's super bubbly,optimistic,a professional instigator,a huge yapper and snarker,a surprisingly effective subconcious flirt and thee earthy black biracial girl despite not even knowing earth exists!!So etheriany then /hj.He also ends up inventing solarpunk on Etheria as he powers up through the seasons and gains the nickname The Pocket Princess as he had to unlock his powers through First Ones Runes and collecting items,through that wasn't his intent as he's just a compulsive hoarder!He's also a war orphan raised by his grandparents and a pink lifestyle expert🩷✨️

My faves are the Best Friends Squad(ofc,i'm a part of it),Mermista,Seahawk,Entrapta and Hordak :] I loved all the seasons but my fave is season 4 and i'm a firm believer in afrolatina Adora,tmasc autistic afrolatino-dominican Bow,tfem Glimmer and Catra,white passing latina Perfuma,black/white mixed Entrapta,nigerian Hordak,t4t Entrapdak and baby transbian autistic Frosta!!I also think Seahawk is transfem as of today since Saph opened my eyes to it and Mermista is pakistani(and tradgoth)after my longtime big sis figure Anum!

And i agree the show had a lot of missed opportunites but not for absolutely any reason Spop Whitewashed Salt people say it is.So,my rewrite ft.Twilight expands on overlooked plot points such as way more focus on the supporting characters and in-depth development of the magic lore and everybody's platonic relathionships and Bow gets an epic arc with his archery,escalating from trying to improve it to opening up an archery class for Brightmoon kids to creating his own magic set that never runs out and provides never thought of before except by him in his early repressed childhood years equipement.His brothers all show up onscreen too and tease him over Twilight🙏🏼🤙🏼(maybe flirt with them a lil too)Spop in this is the same amount of seasons but with equal number episodes and DT dosen't exist since they're Not Good Rep.Twilight is the gender fuckery rep!!!(transmasc genderfluid and bigender demigirl)

[sleepanonymous]

Im actually so curious now on what you mean by early lore being a mess/the reasons why not being safe to get into. Is there anything you can safely say? Guess im nosy about drama lol go ahead and delete this if you dont feel comfortable answering i totally understand

Sorry it took so long to answer this ask, Anon. So 😅 the thing is I’m always scared I’ll mess up someone’s perception of Sleep Token’s lore when I mention this. I’ve talked about it a couple times, I think? Just not in depth. I’ve personally always been more interested in the irl lore versus the mythological lore behind Sleep Token, but I know it’s a huge factor in a lot of fan’s enjoyment. Keep Reading cut for their mental wellbeing.

The concept of the deity Sleep and the lore surrounding the band was a collaborative effort between Vessel, II, and who I call the band’s old “manager.” Not exactly sure what his official title would have been. He attempted to take full credit for the band’s early lore and their costumes/aesthetic in a Reddit post a while back. I used to think he was actually the one giving the interview in the “All Good In the Hood” article for Sundowning, but the supposed timelines don’t add up anymore, and I believe the band parted with the original manager around 2017 after the Two EP was released and Basick lost the band. That’s another rabbit hole, actually, because I've heard everything from Sleep Token was dropped to Basick went under (which they haven’t? They still have signed artists?).

I’ve always taken what the manager has said with a good helping of salt (I say as I vaguely gesture to the “garden variety, self-important dickhead” insult and him stating Vessel isn’t a real metalhead), but I don’t not believe that he had anything to do with the lore or the band’s formation from 2015-2017, and I also strongly believe the anonymity aspect came from him as well. TBH I’d love to get more facts about the formation of Sleep Token because I have a million questions but I highly doubt any of it will come to light, and even if it does it’ll be long after the band has split up.

Anyways! Back to the Vessel’s name is not technically Vessel part of this post: Vessel is essentially the moniker that fans gave him (or literally Him). It was established that the band members were “vessels” for the deity Sleep, and were numbered one through four via roman numerals. The idea is they have no identities, no personalities, and their only purpose is to serve Sleep (play music). You can see that aspect in older rituals, where III and the original IV would stand still on stage until their cues to play their guitars. Fans began referring to Vessel as such because, I’m assuming, it was too confusing for him not to have a name and to only use the pronoun Him.

[wolfgirliosef]

headcannons

the menzhinsky fingernail polish rumor thing (x) is true because i think its funny

transfem yagoda. it is known. i think she should be so broken up about realizing that combined with her work that she ends up trying to separate her work life and her home life to such a degree she basically has different faces for each room she walks into… makes sense with how we get accounts of her being Awful to her subordinates but quite nice and considerate and even somewhat timid elsewhere. i think if you gave her estrogen the soviet union would still be around and like god did you see youngoda

on that note, probably takes out some of her discomfort with her work on her subordinates. we can tell based on how she talks wrt reforming the penal system that she definitely had some discomfort with her position so it would kinda make sense

klimwoke he/theyshilov worlds best worst cis ally. loves to ask intrusive questions he doesnt know are intrusive. will tell everyone he knows about the answers to said questions. he is responsible for 90% of the kremlin rumor mill

stalin didnt stop pulling pranks because he grew out of it but because yezhov started scaring him as a “prank” and he hated it so much he didn’t prank anyone anymore because of how sick he was of yezhov’s shit

stalin plural. i dont need to explain myself. throughout all my time knowing him i’d say i saw maybe 5 different stalins or whatever molotov(?) said. kind of an egg in the sense that i believe if he was alive today he’d be a transfeminist with a blog where she gets called a baeddel by anons (trotsky) in her askbox

in a similar vein, trotsky is cis (i dont really do opposite agab trans hcs just because of how much that changes history and thusly their character) and as funny as it is to imagine him as an MRA i don’t actually ascribe to that idea outside of jokes because i feel that it’s revisionist, as trotsky was a feminist, however stupid he was aside from that. however i do think he would be transmisogynistic and just generally misogynistic if it meant he could be mean to stalin. this is shown in how fucking racist he is about stalin. he will happily compromise his flimsily held beliefs in order to disgrace stalin’ name

also on the note of trotsky and stalin i don’t think there was any romantic or sexual tension there. maybe the closest is trotskys fucking hateboner for him when writing lol. whatever it is it’s definitely not romantic or reciprocated. in fact i dislike it a lot

i think kamo, like stalin, has trouble sleeping alone. reading about how he used to live with sergo too… it’s cute

stalin is autistic see thread here

i was gonna go more in depth about ships but i think i’ll just do asks cause there’s too many to list. so send a ship name i’ll tell you what i think

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

Hello!!! sorry i jum in here but i saw many post of your as a polin pen hater. You can hate what you want of course but its necessary to lie just to hate a character because of her body??? it wasnt that bad, she was not mean.

yes, what she did telling the ton marinas secret was not the best choise but it was what she thought it was the only way. Do you all wish for colin a marriage with not love?? and in a more practical way this is fiction and we all now he was going t end with pen , they are end game and thi is romance, its suppouse to be romantic that theu found each other, and for me it is. She didnt told marina secret because she wants colin for herself , she never thought she cold have him. maybe yo dont understand this but we, fat girls who are foung unattractive NEVER expect love or having a man, even less somone like colin. I think you, as many sadly, jugdge Pen actions too strong and deep down its all becuase of how she looks. Depp down i know you judge her action strongly becuase you can't accept that a woman who looks like that get something. I know you will keep hating, just want to say my opinion

(2) I saw you ask once why we ( pen fans) are mad when people hate her like you do if we got everything, saying like she happy and get married and LW. i will answer that from my perspective. Im fat, people is mean and that herats and yes, maybe it not a good things but it nice to have a revenge for all that suffering , but beside that i feel represented FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME in a romance show, ALL THE ROMANCE FEMALE LEADS AND THIN WOMAN and for the first times she looks like me but everyone is hating her becuase of how she looks and the worst is anyone accept its becuase of that, you all write long essays jugdging her actions but as i said, Were her actions that bad???? think about it fr......

Others please also refer to this post for more context.

I did not intend to answer this ask, because honestly, I'm really very lazy. Since there are only so many ways I can make my argument against the same accusation over and over again, especially to someone who clearly doesn't want to listen, I figured ignoring was the right decision. I'd rather spend my creative energy and efforts on my own writings, instead of figuring out another elaborate wording on how being critical of a character's actions does not equate fatphobia, and that personal adversity does not equal a 'get out of jail' free card for repeatedly inflicting pain on other people on a mass scale. I've talked about it in depth in my own blog, as well as reblogging other eloquent, well thought-out posts from others, Polin fans and anti-Polin fans alike. You can just scroll through my blog to see that. But I don't think you have come after me, time and again, to be convinced.

Even now, I still think ignoring you would have been the smarter, or at least, easier course of action for me. But I digress. Maybe it's one of those days where I feel more confrontational, maybe my ADHD is acting up and my meds are not hitting as well today, maybe after weeks of stress-filled personal achievements I'm feeling talkative seeing someone trying to disturb my peace. Nontheless, since you've made diligent efforts in seeking out my response, today's your lucky day, once and for all.

Something my mutuals and followers might have learned about me, is that I, being pretty fucking lazy, don't post/write a lot. To remedy this, when I do post, oftentimes I try to be as thorough as I possibly can. So, in the spirit of being thorough, here's a little log of the things I have received in the past weeks, on this site as well as on AO3, some of which, @cherryblossom970sblog, I have reasons to believe came from you

So you feel represented by character. Awesome. Good for you. You should celebrate it with like-minded people. You think nobody likes Penelope the way you do? Find the ones who do. I can assure you, they exist. I saw them daily on my dash. Read fics that bring you joy. Don't read the ones that don't. I have seen way too many Penelope/Anthony, Penelope/Benedict or even Penelope/Gregory fics, or fics where Penelope just straight up abused Colin that are celebrated in the comments. I don't like those and you know what I do? Scroll past those fics or click out of those and not read them. You know what I don't do? Go after the writers, try to police their writing, and accuse them of bigotry for not catering to my preferences.

Accept the fact that it's not going to be a 100% percent approval rating. And that's fine. That's part of life. I'm a primary Benophie fan, I've seen people wanting Benedict to end up with different people. It's their prerogative, I leave them alone. I have mutuals who have different takes on actions of Kate, Edwina, and Anthony, with varying degrees of feelings regarding how season 2 ends, and I have my own opinions. Personally, I find all three parties were wrong in that triangle, especially Anthony, and the sisterhood between Kate and Edwina in that season ought to have been handled with more respect and care. And my mutuals and I have civil, nuanced discussions about such things and ending those with still different opinions. That's okay. They're fictional characters and their actions are up to character analysis. It's fine.

What ISN'T fine is obssessively stalking inboxes of strangers, REAL people, unleashing insane level of hate and prejudices in defence of a FICTIONAL character, and accusing them of crimes they OBJECTIVELY did not commit, all because they don't share your opinions. I know you don't think this kind of behaviour is okay, you said so yourself that it's not a good thing. You've experienced fatphobia, you have my sympathies for that, but it doesn't give you the right to be shitty to other people. Your own bad experiences do not entitle you to disrespect, dismiss, invalidate and insult the people you harassed, including me, many of which are WoCs who have valid concerns regarding how their own experiences are represented and treated on the show. My struggles of being a bisexual, Asian, immigrant woman does not excuse me from being toxic to people who have done me no harm. I will not be vindicated in demeaning someone who have criticisms against the actions of fictional character who share my traits, criticisms that I just happen to disagree with.

And frankly, I find reducing the nuances of a character or person to only their bodies, to contribute (as either condemn or excuse) their actions to be only the result of their bodies, fucking insulting. It's infantalising and dehumanising.

Have a nice day and happy shipping. Leave us alone.