#i hope that clarified things TwT

[bloggingboutburgers]

As someone on the ace spectrum, I feel many of the things you feel regarding relationships. It's great to see. Though I do have one burning question, do you hate depections of romance in general? I understand getting annoyed by pointless romance in stories but your comics portray you as disliking depictions of any romance in general. If you do feel that way, it's fine. I'm only asking because I want to know if I'm reading your intent right.

Aah, if my comics portray me like that then I didn't do a good job TwT I don't dislike depictions of ANY romance at all!

I do get annoyed by pointless romance, and I get annoyed at the fact that romance is the go-to plot point for everything, and presented as the reason anyone ever does anything of importance. I get annoyed at the fact that it seems to be treated as a rule that a person or character can't have a strong, inimitable, unbreakable bond with another person or character if it's not romance (when really those kinds of bonds can happen in so many more ways!!), or worse, that a character can't be important overall if they don't have a romance arc. It's so shoved in everyone's faces to excess that it pisses me off!

But with that said, it's not exactly the romances I'm mad about (as long as they're well written, really, one's gotta at least try to make it believable), it's the lack of portrayal of everything else. I may not understand how romance works from a first-person basis, but I've shared several times in response to previous asks that if a fictional couple is written well, in a way that even an aro like me can understand, then I can root for them as all hell (and I can be pretty loud cheering for them out loud to my screen, lol).

But yeah. Again. Not mad at romances per se. Mad that they're treated like that's the only important thing there is ever, that's all.

[gem-de-lune]

What will happen if OT7 sends Trucks to Riize's Partnered Brands?

Okay so I have to do this super quick before I go to work lmfao but I know yall have been STRESSED bc I said being harsh or abrasive will not be a good look- so I have reevaluated what harsh and abrasive mean in this case.

I do not think the act of sending the trucks at all will lead to a bad outcome, bc the act of sending them alone*** is not harsh or abrasive it is just significant.

Let's look at the pulls for the main question of what will happen:

4 of Wands + 6 of Wands + 8 of Chalices

So look, this will actually be quite successful in that the brands will be interested in what tf is going on. They will see a united front aiming towards victory, and this is a good omen. SM will kinda be overwhelmed.

I clarified 8 of Chalices with The World

This supports the claim that brands will be interested in this. There may even be international coverage of the trucks and the situation that SM cannot control.

Now the reason why I had said before that being harsh wouldn't be good is bc the best outcome is obtained based on the specific message we are sending. I asked what message should we be sending?

4 of swords + 5 of chalices

So this is a difficult feat. As suggested before, our words should garner EMPATHY AND GENUINE CONCERN. They need to be less scornful and more concerning. Rather than:

"SM are skanks you should not work with them"

"SM is a terrible hateful company drop them"

It needs to be less juvenile and emotional for it to actually mean anything. It should invoke emotion, not BE emotional. Something like:

"SM have supported mass bullying and death threats against heir artist rather than protecting them"

"Would you like to be associated with a company that allowed their very important professional decisions to be dictated by emotionally unstable fans?"

Things like that are better. It would be best not to mention Riize or Seunghan in specific.

That is my take on this.

I was also asked to share this take on Twt, which I might, but I do not have a great following to spread it yet, so I will be asking some larger accts if this is well received.

FEEL FREE TO SPREAD THIS AROUND REGARDLESS

Hope this helps sorry it was rushed!!

[chixkencxrry]

mi sol

Summary: You get a new job as a caretaker at a mysterious estate two towns over. The salary is good enough for you to ignore certain things -- at first. Soon enough you have no choice but to get away. Too bad you're in for life. (one-shot, plot with porn) Vampire! Yandere! Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Reader

Warnings: eventual SMUT, masturbation, p in v, pussy eating, somewhat YANDERE! MIGUEL, YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS ON YOU! NOT PROOFED

fanart by @yeagersatorubar (twt)

The email had come in the middle of the night.

It was from an unrecognizable source. An acceptance to something, some job you didn’t remember applying for. A caretaker job two towns over. You rubbed your eyes in the blue light glare of your rickety laptop, lips pursued as you read.

“When did I apply for this?”

Attached to the close of the email was a number and name. A woman named Lyla was the contact. The name of the property was Stone. You dialled the number. If the person was sending the email this late, you didn’t worry about your call waking them up. 

“Hello. You must be our new caretaker.”

You cleared your throat – taken aback. “I, uh, yes. I am. I hope it’s okay that I’m calling this late.”

The woman chuckled. “That’s fine! You’ll learn that we keep odd hours here.”

“Right,” did you really need the money that much? You eyed your room. It was pink, with posters half hanging. It had been your childhood room and you still occupied it. It made your mouth itch. You needed to leave. “When do you want me to start?”

Though as your taxi pulled up to the estate, you found yourself regretting it. Maybe regret was too strong a word. You found yourself reconsidering it. Had you done something terribly stupid by coming here? By packing your things and telling your parents they could fuck off?

It had taken four hours to get here, the sun had set and it was twilight now. Would it be too early to run back with your tail between your legs? Were you so weak that you had to give up? 

“That’ll be 50$.” the driver grunted, growing impatient with your slow movement.

You baulked and shoved the bill into his hand. Out of spite, you took your time to get your bags out – making sure you didn’t miss one. You could have sworn you heard him curse as he drove off. Rolling your eyes, you slid your phone out to get to your emails – Lyla had sent you the code to get in. Turning your flashlight on the keypad, you punched the code in and continued your trek up the property. It was a long walk that left you huffing. 

Once you met the great doors, you knocked the lion-faced knockers loudly a few times and waited. When you went to try for a second time, it pierced your skin, making you hiss. Your finger slipped into your mouth and you sucked. 

The door swung open to reveal a fashionable dress auburn-haired woman with heart-shaped sunglasses. She grinned at you. All sharp, white teeth. “Hello! Aren't you an earlier riser?”

You bristled. “Pardon?”

“Are these your bags?” She turned her head inside the mansion and whistled. “I’ll get Ben to bring them in.”

Lyla was the assistant of the owner of the house. A real recluse, she claimed. You didn’t mind. They had paid you a freaking signing bonus when you agreed. Who gave signing bonuses to caretakers? Dumb rich people. This guy could be a troll for all you cared. As long as each salary came with the flourish of that, you could never meet the man. 

“It's more of a managerial position really.” Lyla clarified after showing you the lion’s share of the house. “Ben takes care of the heavy lifting. Or Peter – he doesn’t show up much though, new father and all that.”

“We have cameras in the common areas. Bedrooms and baths are off limits of course. You’ll get access to them.”

“So, Mr. Stone just wants me to look after the place? Make sure it's clean and in order?”

Lyla stilled, causing you to bump into her. Her pale face twitched. “Mr. O’Hara. Don’t make that mistake again.”

“Sorry. It’s just the name of the estate –”

Lyla shook her head. “Don’t make that mistake again.”

“My bad.”

The tour continued on silently. Lyla stopped at the West Wing, where a portrait of a young family hung. They were dressed in regalia from at least three centuries ago. It was of two beautiful boys, a stately-looking woman and a cold-faced man. You shivered. You hoped the man was not Mr O’Hara.

“Don’t worry,” Lyla seemed to read your mind. Her pointer finger landed on the taller of the two boys. “That’s Mr O’Hara.”

You relaxed. Even though it was an old photo, the bright-eyed kid couldn’t be too different from the man who had just hired yourself out to. 

Right?

***

Miguel felt warm.

For the first time in a century, he felt the warmth of you in the walls of his prison. It was like feeling the sun again. Like tasting wine, luscious and dark. You were home. He hadn’t risen yet. His meal sat by his window, eyes glossed over with compulsion. Miguel didn’t want to see you without eating. It had been so long after all. So very long without your touch, the brush of your lips, the scent of your hair, the feel of your pussy.

He throbbed with want for you. 

Rising from his coffin, his talons fell. Piercing two holes in the side of his meal’s neck, Miguel made sure to drink his fill until it was cold and listless. His fangs, his fangs he would keep for you. 

It was funny how it started. He had run into you while on a hunt. Well, you hadn’t noticed of course. You had been on a date, smelling of want and looking like sin in red. He wasn’t worthy of you. But that man touched you and lips had planted on your skin – he was lucky Miguel hadn’t killed him right then and there. He had been too caught up in you. Looking at you. Seeing you. Flesh and fire before him. The curls of your hair, the flare of your hips, the drag of your voice and the thrill of your laughter.

That man did not deserve any of that.

All of that belonged to him. 

In the computer age, everything lay at his fingertips. He found you with ease. Found where you lived. Who you were now. Everything that the web of connections could provide. He knew what books you read, what songs you liked, your favourite bands and flower. 

He also knew you needed him. You were twenty-five and unemployed, living with your parents and your art wasn’t selling as you’d liked. How that desperation clung to you, how that desperation made you sweet to him. 

A gurgling sound distracted him. 

Sneering, he looked at his feet to see the meal had not totally died. Rolling his eyes, he tore the heart out of its chest and sucked the remaining blood. He cursed. 

Now he’d have to shower before seeing you. What a nuisance.

After cleaning off the blood, he watched the surveillance footage of Lyla giving you the door and waited until she’d left you alone like he’d asked to find you. He didn’t want an interloper. He wanted you alone to create a repertoire. 

Running his fingers through his hair, he checked his teeth in the mirror — all traces of blood were gone. His talons were retracted, fangs disappeared but his eyes were still red from feeding. Would that freak you? He didn’t want to change it.

Tapping his smartwatch, he ordered Lyla to bring him a pair of contacts. 

“Why? Won’t it just dissolve in a few hours?” 

“Because I said so.”

“Well, now I’m not gonna bring them on principle.”

Miguel snapped. “Lyla…please bring the goddamn contacts.”

“They’re already in your room, fearless creator. Vanity drawer to the left.”

Miguel switched the watch off. Carefully, he placed the contacts onto his eyes. They stung a little but he only needed it for a few hours. They would be long dissolved and by then his eyes would return to their true brown. 

You were beautiful in the kitchen. Hair tied up in a bun ontop of your head. Messy curls sweep to your forehead. Lips, pinked and plumb moving as you chewed. You seemed to try to make yourself seem smaller. Crouching over the plate of chicken salad Lyla had prepared for you. She couldn’t cook – his golem, but she tried. They had so few human guests these days after all.

Miguel cleared his throat, making you jolt and stare at him with big eyes. Your lashes fluttered, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and stood. “Oh, hello! You must be Mr. O’Hara.”

Your offered hand hung for a moment. He eyed it. Bare, delicate, your nails sharpened to a humanly acceptable point. He realised he’d been staring for longer than necessary and took it, glad he fed so his body warm. Your hand slipped in with ease. He gripped it and shook it, saying your name. “Call me Miguel. It’s nice to meet you. Lyla gave you the grounds tour?”

“Oh...no, she, uh, showed me the house and my quarters but not the grounds.” You titled your head, looking out the window. “I figured it was too dark out, no?”

Excellent. “We have very good lights. If you’re finished eating, I can give you the tour myself.”

“Yes! Definitely.” So eager. How promising.

***

Mr. O’Hara – no, Miguel, led you out by placing a hand on the small of your back. It was large and spanning and brushed against the rise of your ass before it fell to his side again and he resumed a respectable distance. He smelt of sandalwood and citrus. An oud wafted from him. This immaculately dressed older man with lines on his face creating dimension. He couldn’t be much older than you, but everything about him seemed grown whereas you seemed like a child playing dress up in adulthood. 

The grounds were massive. Three acres he’d said. There was a small rose garden that led out to a private lake. A family mausoleum that made you shutter when you passed it. Arched trees bent over the manicured green. The entire place was immaculate. 

What on earth did they need you for?

“Did the pass caretaker retire?”

Miguel shook his head. A small fence came into view. You saw dried-up shrubs and trees, barren spots and a small shed. “She passed.”

“My condolences,” you whispered softly, fingers brushing along his arm to comfort him briefly. “What is this?”

“It used to be a greenhouse.”

There was nothing green about the space. Clearing your throat, you let Miguel guide you back to the house. It was late now. You grew tired. So, very tired. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you.” His eyes peered curiously at her. She swore they flashed red but that may have been her weariness showing. “I hope you can be comfortable here.”

His gaze was intense. You found it difficult to look away – it caused a dizzying effect on you. Turning away, Miguel and you went back into the house and he escorted you to your quarters. “Thank you for this opportunity. I’m really excited to dig in.”

He smiled – all white teeth. “No. I’m pleased to have you here. You have no idea how much.”

When you finally closed your door you let out a slight squeal of excitement. Biting your lower lip, you traced your fingers along the door. You had not expected Mr. O’Hara to look like that. Sure, he was certainly a mature man. The lines on his face told you that he was at least mid-thirties and the way he carried himself like a grown man would. 

God. You didn’t know how you were going to make it out working with such a specimen. You could barely keep it together on the walk! Running your hand over your hair, you went to your laptop bag and pulled the small notebook out. You googled your new boss, disappointed to find nothing much. There was one link that had his name, a record from an archive three hundred years ago. When you clicked it, it bounced back. 

Frustrated, you closed it and decided to just go to bed. 

Weeks passed by, and a monolith of activity passed. You devoted your all to the house but particularly the greenhouse at the back of the property beside the lake. It became a passion project of yours. Lyla and Ben were helpful of course – they made sure that you got all the aid and materials you needed to realise your vision. 

You became closer to the other members of the house. Lyla was kind and a good guide for you. Miguel was something.

It was not that you had an extensive working history but you were quite sure the interest he seemed to pay to you and your tasks were a little extra attention. In some regard, it unnerved you. But in another, you liked the praise and appreciation you received for every task completed. You also didn’t mind being in close proximity to him. There was no denying that Miguel had become a crush of yours and the star of your private fantasies.

Look at him. All harsh angles and sharpness, but his actions, his words were rose petal soft. God. He was a delicious man.

Another thing that struck you as strange was the utter loneliness of the house when the sun was up. When they had called themselves nocturnal creatures, you had merely thought it meant that they slept very late or worked very late in the evening. You were wrong though – they were completely gone during the day. In the afternoons they rose, bright and colourful as your energy dwindled down. 

“Techies,” Lyla had explained. “We work best at night – what can we say!”

It felt like bullshit but the pay was too good for you to make it your business. By the beginning of your third month, you know the place like the back of your hand. Well – most of it but for the wing Lyla had warned you against. One particularly slow day temptation had gotten the better of you. Could your curiosity be blamed for your next act? You crept into the area, floorboard creaking as you looked. It was not a different hallway than the others. 

A painting sat at the edge – but it was too poorly lit for you to see from your end. Squinting, you walked closer. The painting held a tear. It was a woman no doubt, soft-featured but you only saw up to her lower lip on which sat a mole. Something pulled at you. 

You stretched forward, fingertips brushing the dried oil and hanging paper. Pushing it up to see the face, your breathe hitched at the sight. 

The hairs at the back of your neck stood up and your stomach turned. You ran back to the other half of the house, heart speeding in your chest to jump through your ribs. You closed your door – the feeling of your skin getting ready to crawl off your body not leaving. You rubbed your ribs beneath your bosom. 

Everything about that had felt wrong. 

Since you began working here – you hadn’t taken a weekend off. Packing your bag hurriedly, you made a call to your mother, placing her on speaker. It rang for only a few moments.

“Hello, little stranger.”

“Mom – I, I need to come home.”

The panic in your voice set her voice on edge. “Baby? Is everything alright at your job?”

“I just got a bad feeling, Mom. I just need to come home.”

“Okay. Call an Uber.” Logic was your mother’s failsafe in times of duress. 

You shook your head. Ubers didn’t get this far out. You would have to walk a mile into the town to order one or call a taxi. “No. They won’t come here. I’ll head to town and catch something.”

“Call me when you’re there. Okay?” Your mother cautioned. 

“Okay...I will.”

Packing your things took longer than anticipated. You looked at your watch – it was almost five. It usually got dark around six. Shouldering your haversack and duffel bag, you snuck out of the estate and made your walk down the winding road to the town. 

Your bags felt heavy and the road took forever. Eventually, you found a bus stop. It was just about twilight now. The blue sky became a warm orange. Warm day dying into a cool evening. 

You sighed, back hitting the seat of the bench. The app told you the next bus to town was coming in the next twelve minutes. You just needed one ride to the inner city and there you could easily get an Uber home. 

Closing your eyes, you felt relaxed for the first time in an hour. 

You were safe. You were going home. 

***

He knew you were missing the moment the sun had set. 

Miguel had stretched the entire expanse of the property – searching everywhere for you. All of your things were gone from your quarters. Even your dirty laundry was gone. It was still full of your scent. He dug his nose into the rumpled sheets. Lilac and Lily. His talons dug through them – he picked up notes of fear and curiosity. Fear? What had made you fearful?

Miguel went to the abandoned wing. Your scent filled the air. Had you been snooping little girl? The painting. You’d seen your first iteration from so long ago. 

“Lyla,” Miguel roared. “I want everyone on the ground looking for her. She doesn’t leave this town – do you hear me?”

“Louder than necessary but okay.”

He drove from the estate, through the town until he picked up your scent. His talons dug into the steering. Rage fuelled him like no other. Had you really thought you could leave? He thought he could be patient, be kind, and wait you out. Then you left. 

What made you think you had the right?

His journey halted. Miguel retracted his talons and exited, fangs extended as you sat leaning back on a bus bench. About half a mile ahead, he could hear the incoming sound of the bus. You would get the chance. 

“Where do you think you’re going, mi sol?”

You jumped up, eyes wide. “Miguel! How did you?”

“I can find you anywhere.” He said gruffly. “You leave without notice at all your jobs?”

“I, uh, I was just taking the weekend off.”

He clicked his tongue. “You’re lying to me. You were snooping. Come back with me.”

“I’m not going back.” You snapped. “I don’t know what’s going on in that place but it's not natural.”

Miguel grew tired but he knew he couldn’t be heavy-handed. He had to be smart about this. “You’re right. I’m sorry about that go to your family. But know on Monday you’ll still have a job and a home with us.”

You were so easy to lie to that he almost felt bad.

The bus came and he fell back, watching you leave. The bus moved slowly down the dusty road. It was a long ride back to town. He tapped his watch and made a phone call. “Lyla. I need an accident. Now.”

“Fatal or fatale?”

He sighed. “I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“Well, she doesn’t seem to be in the mood for you either.”

“Crash the damn bus, Lyla, now.”

“Already sent something that way, bossman.”

“Ayudame dios.”

Keeping up with the bus wasn’t a problem. Through the woodlands, he could see a creation jumping through – all fur and bolts, his favourite hairy bot crashing into the bus from the front, making the driver stop immediately. The wolf sat growing, padding its way to the front sidewheels before he punctured it with his teeth tearing through. The bus leaned to its side, dipping. He watched, from his parked spot, morbidly as the great machine broke the side window, paw reaching in. He heard you scream and smelt the faint scent of your blood. 

Miguel decided it had gone too far then, chasing the creature off. 

The driver of the bus came out first, assessing the damages. You shivered, trembling as you climbed down with your bags on your shoulders. You had been crying. Salty tears rolled down your cheeks. “How long until someone gets out here.”

The driver scratched his head. “Best luck you got is to hitchhike. They’ll come get me in an hour or two. Sorry, darling.”

That was his cue. Miguel started the car and drove by slowly. It was tinted so you excitedly jumped up and down, glad to think it was a kindly stranger. As if he would leave you to be picked up by some ill-thinking stranger.

He stopped, rolling the windows down. “Need a ride?”

You looked stiff with fear. The driver, however, beamed at him. “Oh, sure young man. This lady is heading into town. Think you can give her a ride?”

“Sure I can.” He unlocked the door, pushing it open. Miguel smiled at her, showing his sharp teeth. “Get in.”

Nodding, you hurriedly got into the vehicle. Your curly hair fell to your face as glossy eyes watched him. Miguel turned the radio on and a storm warning came out. 

“What are you?”

“Let’s get back to the estate and then I can explain.” Miguel made a sharp U-Turn and drove past the wreckage, racing back to the property. 

He could smell your fear, the hint of your blood, he looked down seeing a little blood blooming beneath your white dress. It formed a little cloud. He hissed, he hadn’t meant for you to get hurt. “Are you in pain?”

You kissed your teeth instead of responding to him. He sighed. He had expected that – you always, without fail, had a bad attitude when he fucked up. Miguel cursed himself, he should have removed that painting. Why hadn’t he thought clearly? “I didn’t want it to come to this – if you had just let me explain.”

“What is there to explain?”

The estate was coming into view now. Rising like a terrible moon on the horizon.

“It wasn’t you in the painting.” He clarified. “Well, not you. A version of you.”

He punched the code in, the gates opening as he drove up and slamming shut behind the two of you. “That doesn’t make any sense, Miguel.”

You clutched your bags, walking ahead of him as you entered the house. You set them down and Miguel smelt your blood more. “Let me fix you up. Please.”

You flinched but allowed him to lead you to the other side of the house into the very wing that had made you run. Miguel tucked his hands into his pockets. Watching you carefully step ahead. He tried hard not to look at your ass, the switch and sway of the hefty cheeks but he tried to keep his mind on task and out of the gutter.

Which was hard since you looked and smelt like you.

“Are you human?”

“No.”

You gasped, wrapping your arms around you. “Okay.”

Miguel could positively hear your mind working. You turned to look at him, eyes narrowed as if to find the answer in his face. Miguel decided to make it easy on you. He opened his mouth, fangs dropped. 

“Shit!”

“Shit.”

A familiar door came up. His hand settled on your waist, stopping you from going further. He felt you shiver under his touch. The faint scent of your arousal wafting upward. His gums shivered. 

“C’mon,” his voice was gruff. “It's right through here.”

It had been decades since Miguel had let anyone but Lyla in. Having you here – where he slept, fed, and worked as a sort of rawness he had missed. He had missed you. Miguel had learned to love this new version of you, you sang as you worked along the house. Danced to pop songs and cooked in the early mornings before the sun rose. 

“Sit here.” he directed you to a chaise lounge, eyes gazing back. “Take the dress off.”

Your lips quivered with a mounting argument but common sense seemed to reign for a moment as you slipped it off. Just watching you made him harden. The black cups of your bra barely keep the fat of your tits in, through the thin lace, he could see the puckered areolas of your breasts. The high waist of your thong dug into the subtle curve of your hourglass figure.

Merida. 

Miguel set the tools down on the bed and cleaned the wound. It wasn’t too deep, just a flesh wound that didn’t need stitches. He brought his thumb to his fang and nicked the skin, pressing the open hole to your wound he smeared it with blood. 

“Jesus Christ…that’s a health code violation.”

He snorted, leaning forward and licking it clean. After his saliva had wiped it off, not even a cut remained. “All better, mi sol.”

“What does that mean?”

“My sn.” he translated. “You’re my sun. Always have been.”

“So you’re a vampire.”

“I’m a vampire.”

You hummed. “And the woman who looks like me in the painting?”

“My wife when I was human.”

“Ah.”

“And I’m a version of her?”

“One of many.”

“Did you kill them?”

“God no.” The idea made his skin burn. “I could never, never hurt you.”

“But you’re a vampire, Miguel. What kind of promise is that?”

“Every time you’ve been in my reach, I loved you until you left me. Until old age took you or until sickness took you.”

Miguel fell to his knees resting his head on your lap. Your face read on incredulity but the fear had vanished from your scent. Curiosity with hints of want. 

“I’m going back to my room.” You stated, picking up your bloodied dress. “And tomorrow night, we’ll talk.”

“Okay.”

***

You couldn’t sleep. When you got back to your room, you shower and change. Texting your mom to know you’re alright. You try to listen to music. To watch a movie. To read but nothing gets you sleep. 

Perhaps it's simply a side-effect of finding out your work for vampires. 

Rain began to pour outside, it was a soothing sound – you blushed as another thought came to mind. There was another way to get you to sleep. Opening your door, you peek outside, making sure the hallway was clear.

Closing your door, you twist the look and step out of your nightshirt and slide your panties off your hips. Digging into one of your bags, tucked at the very bottom was your prize. The blue vibrator stuck out to you. Catching your lower lip with your teeth, you sat at the edge of your bed. Raising one leg and keeping the other down, your legs were spread. 

Your thumb rose the speed to your usual one as you teased your clitoris with it. Eyes closed, you imagined a familiar scenario. Your back against a wall, legs hooked by a faceless strong man. He would take his time with you first. Fucking a thick cock in and out of your wet cunt. 

Your head fell back, as the man in your imagination sped up, fucking you harder. Back hitting the wall. As your height came – you murmured a name and a face appeared in your imagination. 

“Miguel.”

Your climax was instant, spraying wetness onto the edge of the bed, a few droplets dampening the carpet. You set the vibrator aside, collapsing onto the bed. Hands roamed up and down the length of your body, and you vibrated with desire – Miguel’s hands would be bigger than yours, rubbing along your figure, grabbing and biting. He would want you. He would let it be known how much he needed you. 

Your fingers went back to your pussy, rubbing the sticky substance about before slipping a finger in. His fingers would spread you better. Fuck you better. You were sure. 

“You look delicious, mi sol.”

Eyes flickered open – Miguel stood at your door with glowing red eyes and mouth parted in hunger as he stared. His hair was not gelled as usual, falling curls making him look dishevelled. Shamelessly, you added a second finger. The wet sounds grew louder. In the quickness of a blink, he appeared in front of you. He squatted in front of your pussy – inches from your furious fingering.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come.”

You snapped like a whip. Miguel growled before you, eyes never leaving your wanton form. “Tell me I can touch you.”

“You can touch me.” you whimpered.

He sighed, a hand resting on the mound of your pussy. His thumb stroked your clit. “Tell me I can kiss you, mi cara.”

“Kiss me.”

Miguel’s lips planted themselves on the folds of your pussy. He kissed and sucked, tonguing the insides of you while he strummed your clit. He took his time. Savouring the flavours of your pussy, moaning as he ate and tasted every crevice of you. 

Your fingers threaded his curly hair, gripping them as you ground against his face. His lips sucked on your clit, his hand moving from your mound to your thigh to keep your legs open while two of his thick fingers sawed into you. 

Messily, you sprayed his face, hips moving maddeningly against his pretty face. Miguel sucked it down, licking and nipping at your trembling centre. When he rose, his face was shiny and he grinned down at you. 

“Say you want this.”

How could you not? “I need this.”

You watched with earnestness as he pulled his pants down, slipping them off. His T-shirt went next. His body was better than you had imagined. The bounce of his thick cock. Begging to be made shiny with your pussy.

“Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me see this pretty little pussy.”

Your fingers spread yourself, you watched as he stroked himself, coating the large member with pre-cum. He bowed his head, spitting on your wet cunt. Miguel’s thumb rubbed the saliva in, using two of his fingers to open the weeping carven. Slowly he entered you – his thickness making you gasp. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders, moaning as he bottomed out. You whimpered, groaning as he started to move. Your legs wrapped around him, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“You’re doing so good, mi sol. Taking my cock so deep.”

His hips snapped, taking his time as you grew used to him. Miguel was certainly bigger than any toy you owned. His cock dragged along you like he was making sure you took him so deep you didn’t know where you ended and he began. 

“Such a good girl. Mi vida. Mi luz.” His hand went to your throat, squeezing it slowly as his eyes stayed on your face. Memorising every O your lips made. It was disconcerting. But when his hips sped up, shaking the bed and making you mewl – you couldn’t care less. 

Miguel’s head bowed, lips to your neck as he kissed his way down to your breasts. You felt his teeth graze the soft flesh of your breasts. He didn’t have to say what he wanted. You wanted it too, you could feel the tremble of your upcoming orgasm. 

“Do it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Teeth sinking into the flesh and sucking. You creamed his cock, shouting obscenities as your orgasm shuddered through your entire body. Stars dotted your eyes, your toes curled and your bite your tongue so hard it bled.

Miguel’s hips went faster, hips snapping hard into you that it pained you ever so slightly. His cock twitched with an especially vicious plunge, painting your walls with his cum. Fangs retracting, Miguel licked your nipple, lips kissing it as he held you close. 

The high of it all slowly died down. You felt the thickness of his cock and the fullness of his seed. Your fingers traced along his arm. “I’m guessing you’ve been hearing me most nights for the past three months.”

He kissed your sternum and then your lips. It was a passionate kiss. And you realised – your first kiss. How backwards the two of you had done everything. How unjust – because it seemed Miguel was a damned good kisser.

 “And every night I touched myself to your sound.”

Your pussy clenched around him at the thought. Miguel smirked. “Aren’t you sore?”

“I’ll worry about that later.”

“As you wish.”

***

“So you’re sure everything is alright now?”

You rolled your eyes, reassuring your mother for the fifth today. It had been a solid week since you’d left and returned. Your mother still didn’t believe it was totally consensually – despite the fact that you had invited her and she’d come and see that you were totally alive and well. 

“You can’t blame your mother for worrying.”

“I know.” Your eyes flickered outside the greenhouse. It was night now. The other members of the house would be up soon. Your mother and you finished talking soon after. It seemed like on cue as you finished the call Miguel came into the greenhouse. Pulling off your muddy gloves, you smiled at him. At your side in and second he kissed your forehead and set his hands around your waist. 

“Hello, mi luz.”

“Hi, baby.” You kissed his mouth. “Did you feed yet?”

He hummed a confirmation, caging you against the desk. Miguel picked up a seed packing, explaining it. “Hibiscus? I don’t think those grew here.”

“Well, they’re not native,” you said. Slipping out from him, you dragged him down to his knees to see a box of soil you’d been working on. “But I’m sure I’ve got the soil mixture down. In the next few months, we’ll see how it goes.”

His hand rubbed along the side of your body. “That’s incredible, baby.”

Standing up, you looked down at him and blushed. “Well, its no machine wolf.”

“Mhmm.” His hands held your hips, squeezing the globes of your ass cheeks. He smacked the fat, groping it unashamedly. His nose pressed to your groin. “You’re an incredible woman. I hope you remember that.”

“Kiss up.”

His eyes flashed, and his lips spread to a mischievous grin. Miguel fell back onto the ground of the greenhouse. You smirked setting legs on either side of your hips. You unbuckled his pants and took his member out. You stroked it, spitting on the tip of it, before rubbing up and down. His hand raised your skirt up, a talon stretching out and cutting the side of your panty off. He pulled it off, baring your pussy against the rough material of your jeans. 

Hips raised, Miguel pulled you onto his cock, grinning as you whimpered at the sudden intrusion of his thickness. Your hands pressed to his hard chest, crying as he fucked up into you. 

Yes, you thought, eyes rolling back, everything was more than alright.

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[pommunist]

disappointing to hear from the ex twitteradmins that they and the current twt admins have heard literally nothing from quackity of whoever else is doing the investigations and they also have to find out from twitter like everyone else. apparently they have a seperate discord server but they were still mistreated and should also be talked to (@/Gaelleilei & @/ibobidou both ex admins for qsmpFRA have said this)

I hope you don’t mind anon, I will use ur ask to share some updates on the situation. I just checked the twitter accounts you mentioned and yes it seems that so far they haven’t been made aware of any changes regarding the twitted admins side of things.

As for thé server admins side, Léa made more tweets about it and what she knows so far :

« To be real clear: I want to be transparent, I really want to bring you all good news about the restructuration of the server. I'm really sad to see it is not possible.

What I saw is: The actors have been kicked out of Quackity Studio, not knowing if they would ever be back.

The voluntary people that worked for the twitter update accounts have been revoked from their access to their old tchat and account.

The admin that sent me threats, encouraged drama, is still on the server.

No French admin is included in the revamp of the studio. »

Someone asked if by « actors », Lea meant the roleplayers (and cited pomme as a example) and Lea said yes.

UPDATE : It doesn’t mean admins have been fired necessarily just that for now they don’t have their access and that their situation is unsure (lea clarified this bc the way she worded this before made people think otherwise and let to misinformation)

She then said « For thoses that don't understand why I keep and keep speaking: I have to, otherwise the changes won't be done properly, I want everyone to be aware of what is happening.

If something positive is brought to me, I will also say it. Everyone should have the right to speak about it, not only the higher ups can talk about how the changes should be made. Right now, only the people that were priviledged in the studio are giving their opinions on the changes and the others are shushed »

So yeah not great news to say the least ! Hopefully this is just the beginning of the changes Quackity talked about but personnally I can’t see things improving without better transparency and a participation from everyone involved. We still need to remember that BIG changes are needed so time is necessary for stuff to be fixed.

For me, I have full trust in the french CCs, Antoine said he won’t come back before their is proof of everything being fixed so if the french ccs give us their green light I will trust them.

Below is the link of Lea’s account, her last tweets are already in english, I didn’t translate them so if people wanna read straight from the source here u go

https://x.com/leasagne_?s=21&t=fDVoT5qDN_AAqnxYhZF3uQ

[shakooo]

Hey Shakoo!! I have a silly question, if you don't mind answering :):

So you mentioned you use Toonsquid, correct? Well I noticed how you kinda make more animatic style videos, like not frame-by-frame. I was wondering how you make more "animatic style videos" instead of smooth animation on an app mostly used for smooth animation. Sorry if that makes zero sense 💀 I wanna make a YouTube channel and try again on TikTok with just art, and I just needed a little help. You're a huge inspiration to me <3

Thank you!!

hiiiii Mel sorry for taking so long to respond :(

but weeeell answering your question YEP i use toonsquid and about the rest mhhhm first of all i want to clarify that i am veryVERY new to this "animate" thing since i was barely able to get Toonsquid TwT

and there really are MANY techniques to make an animatic, but well, and all i know is cuz over the years i have seen thousands of artists make animatics, and now that i can try to animate i am trying to apply what i was able to se so i also recommend watching tutorials if you don't understand my explanation (i not understood well what you meant by "like not frame by frame" srry 😭 if i explained something totally different from what you were referring to,but don't worry) i'll still try to explain to you how i do it ^v^

(ig you can't see something in the images, just tell me, and i can send them to you by DM)

| i tried to make a mini video to explain it, maybe it's not the best example but yeah |

here something that i can recommend is not to work with less fps, for example a canvas of 2-4 fps, that indicates are the drawings that you need to form a second, like if you use a canvas with 2 fps , you will only use 2 drawings to form a second, although i say this from personal experience cuz before when i """animated""" in Procreate i tried to make an animatic and it was very uncomfortable, because i thought that to make an animatic i needed less fps jaksjka

but i say this from my own experience, maybe you can do that and i'm telling you the opposite😭JAKSJKAJA

AAAAND i hink that's all i can say, and what i know, i'm sorry if you don't understand much of what i said, but explaining things is difficult for me without avoiding going too far TT-TT

i also hope this helps you!!! i am realy glad you consider me an inspiration IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!🥺💖🫶 and k also wish you the best with your new start on YouTube and tiktok :'>>> if you dedicate yourself to this and put effort into it you will go faaaar

[silvertws]

You know what? At this point I have more written posts than fanarts... I mean, I could post old ones, but idk if it would make sense you know? Anyway.

You may wonder, is this gonna be another Steve Saga or something post?

Oh no, I may be hyperfixated, but I still do love other fandoms, even if they are dead.

Speaking on dead fandoms.

Hi Origins Crew fandom :}

How are y'all doing? How's the feeling of never knowing what was supposed to happen to your favorite character in OoO, SNO,SAO...? Oh and the unfinished storylines in MHO? FTO? do we wanna talk about the cliffhanger in OZ? I mean, luckily some people posted videos about how the storyline was going to go, so at least we got that.

(to clarify, I'm not mad at anyone who was part of the Origins Crew DW, I could never)

Anyway.

Some backstory on how I started watching Origins.

It was summer of 2019 I think? Pretty sure at least, I know it was before I started highschool because I sucked at English before I started watching Origins.

Anyway.

First series was OoO S1 from Brandon's POV, at least that's the first video that got recommended to me, I'm unsure what episode it was, I can't remember if it was before or after the Aphrodite's ball (we don't talk about those, you guys know why. You know.) So I'm not sure if I even watched it all, but I think at the time I did go back to watch it from the first episode.

Anyway POVS right? With OoO S1 I watched Brandon (*cough cough* Brandeen), Jakey, Brian, Colin and some of Xylo.

And can I just say... IT'S BEEN 3 SEASONS, 3 SEASONS IT TOOK TO GET RID OF A FUCKING SWORD, A SWORD, COME ON. AND WHY THE FUCK, CAN SOME PEOPLE COME BACK TO LIFE, AND OTHERS CAN'T, WHAT PLOT ARMOR IS THIS- Istg that was probably the most annoying thing of them all, nothing against the creators, again I feel like I need to clarify! But it's just my personal dumb opinion that I hope nobody takes offense to???

Anyway.

I feel like I should make a post for every Origins Series I've watched, but idk if that would make sense lol TwT

Besides my personal preferences when it came to all the series, I am very grateful to the Origins Crew, they're the reason I'm here today, the reason I know English and they were the first group that really opened my eyes when it came to the LGBTQ+ community and helped me discover myself.

I know that from an outside point of view it might seem dumb, but I do owe a lot to them, all of them, even the ones who left a year before Origins dismantled, even the ones who joined just before people went their separate ways.

Because even if people might say that the storylines were dumb or maybe cliche (which, in some cases they definitely were) in the end, I still loved every moment of it, every episode every dumb character who didn't make any sense or that was weirdly overpowered (I REALLY want to specify which ones but I don't want the whole fandom to come at me, please, any fandom but this one) but to be fair they kinda all were in some way? Or at least had the potential to in my opinion.

I'm not good at keeping a conversation stick to one topic, I tend to sideline pretty often and I apologize for that. TwT

Also idk if it's just me, but when I find a group of people there's always that one that for some unknown reason I just like more and that one who I dislike, again, for no specific reason, just the vibes???

Like for Hermitcraft and Empires it's Pearl, for Fable it's Ulysses, (I love this fish boy with all my heart if anything happens to him I will cry) for Origins it was Colin and Brandon, don't ask why, I have no idea, I just did, still do consider them my favorites.

I kept watching content from the Origins creators after everything went down. Including the drama with some of the creators I suppose... (I still don't understand most of it)

From Devi Devi Academy/anarchy to Glitch generation, to My Hero Eternity, I watched some of the Fnaf content Bryan made just for the nostalgia.

Holy fuck how I miss these fuckers.

Like it was the whole dynamic they had in the group, the mini games videos in character were so entertaining to watch! Especially the crossovers, I tend to rewatch them from time to time even tho I know basically everything by memory at this point.

Honestly they really inspired me when it came to creating my own storylines, and roleplaying, some people may call it cringe, and I get it, but I still think it's fun.

It's been a year.

Well, more technically, but I didn't have Tumblr at the time of the anniversary I suppose? Can you even call it that?

The Origins fandom never felt too big, in my life I've only talked to one other person who knew about them, and it was pretty fun, we watched the uh.. second episode of my Hero Eternity together making theories and stuff, talking about my hero Origins and wondering which characters canonically knew that you know, mr "I killed both my bio parents" was actually alive. (Which from what we know, Flex knows, and I think Colin, not sure tho, because in the 3rd episode, when they were interrogating the hero, our edgy boy mentioned how he had an old "friend" who could get information and data really easily, and now, we all know Mario definitely wouldn't do that plus, did he even interact with the L.O.V.E. as a whole? I don't think so? So the only option that makes sense to me is Colin)

Anyway I drifted away from the concept once again because once I start talking I won't ever stop.

This is a long post, as usual, cause I write a lot when it comes to things I'm passionate about.

I'm very attached to Origins, all the characters, all the storylines, all the silly little things. And I'm never going to stop missing it I suppose? Not in a "omg how dare they break the group apart blabla blabla..." No, I'm just very nostalgic when it comes to it.

I owe everything to them, part of who I am today is because of them.

PS: if anybody wants to talk about this fandom I suppose, please do, please let's start a conversation. I have so many things to say.

Like you know in SNO when people didn't know Lucas and Brandon were SIBLINGS???? and they SHIPPED THEM??? yeah, hi it's me, I'm the problem it's me, HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU JUST DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT ON THE LAST EPISODE MAN, AND HOW DID I NOT EXPECT IT????? luckily for me, mine was very much platonic shipping, so uhhh yay??? Don't come for me guys, it was years ago, please ToT Also I did kinda Ship Lucas with uhh was it also called Jakey???? I don't remember anymore my friend will probably remember this because when the series was happening I'd just go on and ramble about the fact that I didn't know who I should have shipped with the angel boy.

Man shipping anyone in any of those series was HELL, LET ME TELL YOU, HELL. ABSOLUTE HELL, HOLY FUCK THIS IS WHY I DON'T SHIP CHARACTERS AT ALL.

Ok actual PS now:

Please, let's all sit and chat in front of a glass of tumbjuice/tomb juice??? (idk how to spell that, don't come for me) and not get cursed by anything while we do so.

Let's just vibeeeeeee :D

[threetoryuu]

starting recovery, a little recap...

alright so um this is kinda weird to me bcs i have never used tumblr b4 but i wanted to have a blog–like place to post this ( will b cross posted on twt ).

im going to be blogging my experience while in recovery , explain why did i decide to recover and what are my struggles and day to day life.

why did i decide to recover ? dates and stats.

okay first of all i want to establish something for every1 considering ( or getting forced to ) recover. recovery means recovering from the twisted concept of your issue with food , NOT from your weight. being bmi 23 or bmi 13 doesnt define if you can or cant , should or shouldnt recover. everyone deserves to recover , no matter their weight.

with that clarified , i ' ll procede to say my stats at the moment i started considering recovery ( 10 / 10 / 24 )

height: 159cm / 5'2ft weight: 41.5kg / 91.4lbs bmi: 16.4 body fat %: 10.9

during those days i felt so horrible because i wanted SO BAD to b at least 38kg / 83lbs by my bday ( 10 / 16 ) and i was just gaining and losing the same 2kg / 4.4lbs during aug – oct.

then i decided to restrict for real which , of course , just led me to binge at nights. yet , i was decided to be at least 38kg by my bday so i started fasting 20+ hours daily. this just made me b on some weird loop of “ maintaining ”

by the time i decided trying to recover ( 10 / 14 ) i gained 0.1kg / 0.22lbs but my bf % went from 10.9 up to 11.1 and , while i know it is not that much , it still triggered me sm. i knew that those 100g i gained were utterly from fat and i felt disgusted.

at that moment i just KNEW i didnt want to be like that on my own birthday. my moms bday was the day after and i couldnt say no to food at all bcs my mom told me “ its my birthday , i want to see you eat something ”

that broke my heart. literally. so i decided to give it a try.

other thing that also kinda pushed me to try recovery was my health — aside from the obvious discomfort an ed entails. i was diagnosed with endometriosis since early september so my period was WAY HORRIBLE with both a bad nutrition and genetic illness.

so yeah. you could say i was kinda forced to recover at that point.

when did i actually start trying ?

it was a day before my bday — the 15th of october. i even tweeted abt it.

i was so scared but determined to stick to it like for REAL this time. locking in , if u will. so i started with the real thing : planning how to achieve it and not die trying.

so , here it is. my ( hopefully ) easy to follow five–steps plan.

the calories and quantity are irrelevant.

eat what i want to eat.

avoid weighting daily.

think long term.

priorities should be defined.

i kinda feel like this blog is too long for a first blog so im cutting off here 😭 next blog will be a detailed explanation about my plan and current stats.

i dunno if this would reach someone who needs it but i hope it does.

you are never alone , theres always someone caring for you. if you feel like have no friends , lemme be one. if you need to feel cared and loved , lemme provide that feeling for you.

a failed attempt at recovery is not a lose. it is normal and completely valid to relapse. but just as you can relapse a hundred times , you can also recover one hundred and one.

have trust in you because i do <3

[abiiors]

okay so while we’re on the topic… i’m a newer fan of the boys, i actually got tickets to one of their concerts back in october when they were touring in america from my aunt even though i had never really been a fan of them (her heart was in the right place 😭😭 bc i do listen to a lot of music that’s like in their sphere ig?? and i’ve been to festivals that they’ve performed at so i can see why she would’ve thought to get me those tickets, i just never really listened to their music before) but i went to the show regardless bc hello free concert tickets?? would have been a sin to let them go to waste tbh and oh my god am i so glad i did, it was actually one of the best shows i’ve ever been too!! especially considering i only really knew their popular songs?? like robbers, somebody else, aaaand it’s not living if it’s not with you

ANYWAYS that being said, since i had never really followed them before i always pretty much ignored anything i saw about them on twitter and stuff, mainly the negative things said abt matty bc not my faves, not my business?? but i gotta ask someone who’s been a fan of them for a lot longer than i have, what iiiis the deal with all the “matty healy racist” “matty healy homophobic” “matty healy [insert smth hateful here]” rhetoric??? bc from what i’ve seen of him after getting to know more abt the band he doesn’t appear that way at all?? like were there things he said that were taken out of context??? what’s up with the nazi accusations??? also homophobic??? is twt not aware of what he did in malaysia?? also straight men that are homophobic would never have the kind of close male friendships that the band have with one another… it seems like he’s twitter’s scapegoat tbh but idk i’m simply so confused and anything i find online trying to explain it all seems very biased based off the language they use so if you can/would like to… pls help 😭

okay first of all, welcome to the fandom!! i'm so glad you're here and i'm so glad you got to see them live!! they genuinely are so so incredible <33

now onto the questions!

i won't say matty's a saint. he's definitely done things in the past that are disappointing (to me at least, as well as to many others on here). last year he went on a podcast called the adam friedland show where many tasteless jokes were made about japanese people, the porn website ghetto gaggers, ice spice as well as countless other tastelss things were said.

now i really really want to clarify that matty never made those jokes but he did laugh along to them which is also a shitty fucking thing to do. he's since said that he was advised not to go on the podcast by people close to him and he still did it. however, he's also publicly apologised to ice spice and she's also said that the 1975 are one of her fav artists.

in may of 2023 he started allegedly dating taylor swift (i still don't believe it, i still think they either just made music or they just fucked or both) which exposed him to a whole new level of fame that was unprecedented. and the swifties are... rabid, to say the least. they made fun of his appearance, his past addiction issues, hoped he would have a relapse and die, all sorts of horrendous stuff. they discovered the podcast which was pretty fresh at the time and the whole thing spiralled into him being labelled a racist, homophobe, transphobe, pedophile, nazi, you name it, he was being called it.

however literally NONE of it was backed by evidence (but i don't expect people whose sole source of information is twt to realise that)

they have clearly never learned what a nazi is. i'm not even going to try to debunk that here because i feel like it would be insulting to your intelligence

he's not homophobic or transphobic, he's literally an ally to the point of being a fruity lil shit. he's been banned from 2 countries (dubai and malaysia) for openly supporting queer rights. they were also briefly jailed in malaysia for the stunt they pulled and had a lawsuit filed against them. he's even won ally of the year at the diva awards in 2019

literally every single fan who's ever met him has had nothing but amazing things to say about him. he's been incredibly kind and sweet to people

the band has always been openly political and vocal about their beliefs

you're absolutely right about him being the twitter scapegoat because unfortunately that's exactly what it is </3

i hope that clears things up tho, i'm sorry this is so long!!

[jewwyfeesh]

A Chapter of Clouds and Mist - 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Kagehira Mika, Saegusa Ibara, HiMERU

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

EN Proof by: Nayo @ smilebouquet (twt)

HiMERU / Mika: ……!?

Translator's note: HiMERU does in fact use the personal pronoun 我 (me, i) on multiple occasions throughout the story. I am personally unsure if its a mistake on the writer's part, or a conscious choice, and have simply translated it as-is.

[ ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Location: CosPro Agency Office

HiMERU: (...Hm? Those footsteps sound rather familiar. If HiMERU’s deduction is correct, the person that’s tailing HiMERU once again must be that—)

HiMERU / Mika: ……!?

Mika: Ngaaah…! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!

HiMERU: …Not to worry. If it weren’t for HiMERU turning his body so suddenly, you wouldn’t have tripped and fallen onto me. The one who should be apologising is me, not you.

Mika: Ehehe, HiMERU-san is as nice as ever. But, erm… I’m also in the wrong fer walkin’ while bein’ all distracted, thinkin’ ‘bout our upcomin’ meetin’… I’m real sorry…

HiMERU: Today’s briefing should be a mere smoothing over of the final details prior to the start of the show’s filming, so we just have to be quiet and listen. Even so, this movie worries me somewhat…

Let HiMERU guess… you have some questions about the pre-filming preparations? If you’re willing, you could discuss them with HiMERU.

Mika: Ngah… I’m always troublin’ ya with such things, I feel kinda bad… To be honest, there are a bunch’a things that I still don’t quite get.

Ibara: Oya oya? Two early birds catching worms, I see! Truly does wonders for the soul!

HiMERU: What great timing. Now that Vice President Saegusa is here too, you can clarify any doubts you have with him, Kagehira-san. Currently, there isn’t anyone who will drag him out to settle some business or another, so he can focus on answering your queries.

Ibara: HiMERU-shi, you sure speak harshly! But CosPro does attach a great deal of importance to this scheme — I’m sure the both of you felt that when you received your scripts.

HiMERU: We were initially told that we’d be starring in a TV series adapted from ‘Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’, but subsequently received two scripts, split into the ‘The Solar Chapter’ and ‘The Lunar Chapter’.

Not to mention, the only people who appear in both scripts are the characters played by HiMERU and Kagehira-san. In other words, our characters link the entire play together – this is what the Vice President wants to express, right?

Mika: But~ It’s exactly this point that I ain’t gettin’…! Even if the script’s split into two, why must the filmin’ be done separately? Notta mention, everythin’s gotta be kept a secret from the other half?

As the official date of filmin’ draws nearer, I get more and more nervous. Not only do I have ta focus on my role in the drama, I also needa pay attention to my interactions outside of filmin’, makin’ sure that the actors from both sides won’t find out ‘bout this. Aren’t we all shootin’ the same drama~?

HiMERU: Although HiMERU never had any objections to the Producers’ arrangements, HiMERU feels that Kagehira-san’s doubts are reasonable.

It’s just that… the answer to your question seems to lie in the core of what the agencies are trying to achieve with this three-way partnership. HiMERU is afraid it may be difficult for the Vice President to answer.

Ibara: Since issues on either side are inevitable, the interests of CosPro as a whole take precedence. Should Kagehira-shi be unable to feel at ease whilst on set, then that is a failure on my part. I have failed as the Vice President.

The reason why the arrangement is so special is because, other than to pay homage to the setup of the original work, the producers also hope to use this method to rouse interest in it. Such is a common marketing strategy in the industry.

Oh, I’m hearing some footsteps headed our way. With that, our ‘accidental information leak’ comes to a close. I look forward to your exhilarating performance ♪

Mika: (Even though I don’t quite get whatever Vice President-san said ‘bout the marketing strategies, it’s real unsettlin’, bein’ kept in the dark like this… I can only hope that the filmin’ will go smoothly~)

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[tea-with-evan-and-me]

good evening! your response is well said & you’re completely right. evan has gotten so much shit from so many people over the years, it’s exhausting constantly having to defend him & reveal truth to people. regarding the person who said those things about evan, i’m pretty sure that was actually my first time interacting with them, they are not my preexisting friend. & you’re right, age really does not matter when it comes to false accusations & i believe that wholeheartedly. the reason i mentioned his age is bc i was under the impression some of your readers were wanting you to drag him rather than educate him in a respectful manner & i have an issue with people cyberbullying minors for the sake of it. if i misread that then i apologize & i’ll change my perspective.

& i never unfollowed you queen, i just made a new acc & got rid of the old one which is probably why you thought i unfollowed. i appreciate what you do for this fandom & even if we disagree on some things, i respect you & believe that you have nothing but good intentions. not that you would know bc it hasn’t been public but i have defended you many times as well. my frustrations are not with you specifically, i am more so using your platform to speak to the anons who seem to have an issue with me as they are doing.

to the anons who are concerned about my posts, i would be happy to speak to you directly & have a civil conversation if you are ever interested but idk who you are so if you care to discuss further, please don’t hesitate to dm me! i am more than happy to have a discussion at any time.

tweam, i hope that you enjoy your edibles & bubble bath! i’m going to go spend some time with my loved ones before unwinding.

i sincerely do appreciate you clarifying your statement and why you responded the way you did. i understand, and truthfully, i think most fans who see people repeating false information get exhausted, and the default position is to assume that the person wants to argue, be defamatory, and has no interest in you educating them by presenting facts that counter their argument. while that is very common on stan twt, it's not always the case, and we have to do our best to operate with good intentions and not become malicious because of past experiences. i certainly do try to maintain my perspective, so thank you for saying that.

and to any readers who want to weigh in on this: please understand that this is not the place to hold forum about a social media user that you don't like. the door has already been opened for you to speak directly if you feel like there is something you need to say, so i ask that you do not attempt to use me as a go-between because i am not posting this type of message. i know it's the norm for people to share tweets that they disagree with or peoples' hot takes, and that's fine - but if there is a situation where a particular person just really rubs you the wrong way, there's no reason continually seek them out. one of the reasons i created this blog was because i wanted people to have a space where all could share thoughts/opinions/discuss topics about evan that were way too policed on other platforms, and particularly, to move away from the extreme negativity and bullying atmosphere of the post-frannie and dahmer fandom that was going to hell on here. i know everyone is bored because of the lack of evan content, but i really just don't care about someone being a fan of jared leto or who is beefing on twitter. it isn't relevant, none of this has anything to do with evan, and it for damn sure doesn't have anything to do with me. i have my own opps to deal with lmfao i truly appreciate everyone who contributes to this blog positively - whether you send in your fanfic writing, your random thoughts about evan, excitement when we get a new crumb, tiktok edits, legal services for koya, etc.. it is valued, and tweam is only possible because of what you guys add.

[bloggingboutburgers]

How do you find spaces that accept sex repulsed asexuality? I have never found any. Even here on this site I get anxious going into the tag for fear of finding anti sex repulsed content. But you found actual Pride that is accepting? How? I don't even want to celebrate Pride this year because I have never been accepted, even though I accept everyone else.

I'm very sorry you've had this experience T^T I should clarify, personally, I've never been explicitly made to feel unwelcome for being sex-repulsed – well, I have in all-straight settings, because that'll happen, and I get the occasional exclusionist comment, but in prides and whatnot for me it's mainly been that people are so busy celebrating their own sexuality in possibly very sexualised ways (again, for understandable reasons) to even consider people who are sex repulsed (and who also should be considered for understandable reasons, it's pretty much a catch 22)...

That specific pride (which happens in France where I live) was recommended to me by a coworker who's very involved in all forms of fights for human rights, and who wanted to check it out but wound up not having time to go. It's mainly run by POC communities, who are also obviously part of the groups more at risk of being marginalised in such events, so I guess that's the original premise behind the fact that they make sure their pride doesn't exclude anyone, and actually puts marginalised people who may also be marginalised within the LGBTQIA+ sphere at the center of the fight (going by the principle of "if you don't accept and support us and let the far right get to us, don't think they'll stop there, they'll get to YOU later, this fight should be for ALL of us").

I was very lucky to be recommended an event that resonated so much with me (despite my whiteassness, it really did, and it was very inspiring seeing people who have it so much worse in a lot of cases be so strong, though god I hope that's a valid thing to think and I'm not experiencing this all wrong), and I must admit I never hoped I could find a space like that either. But if it could happen in France I want to believe it could happen elsewhere. I'd recommend checking out LGBTQIA+ communities/associations in your area and especially their statements of principles, if they have any. That one pride's did not leave room for doubt and it didn't disappoint. I truly hope you can find something like that as well, and in the meantime, please stay strong! It can be very tough to navigate through and I'm very sorry again that you get anxiety about possibly not feeling welcome in spaces that should be for the whole community T^T I want to believe there'll keep being progress! But in the meantime I'll be around if you need to vent, even though it's not much probably TwT

[insanityclause]

Oh my god I was genuinely taken aback by the latest news. Normally I'm pretty detached from celebrities and don't really feel anything other than disgust when celebrities get exposed but this one really did an impact,especially after reading all the stuff on twt from NYC theater people who say that they're not surprised and he already has a track record of being this awful. Damn. Also super disgusted by everyone who's making memes about how he took his role too seriously and having discussions about MCU and his character. A woman was hospitalized and this is how they react? People are gross.

Yeah, agreed on most, but I guess I'm going to disappoint you a bit.

Because of his potentially heavy involvement with Loki S2, it's something that's going to be discussed here. It would be crazy to just pretend everything's normal for the next project coming from the main subject of this blog.

So yes, I do hope that his victim is getting care and support. That is the most important thing.

I hope that if the other stories are true, at least some are able to come forward and confirm; if not, that they can clarify or deny. Not because of his career or loss of it, but so there can be further support for the victim (thinking in HW terms, Gretchen Mol was vilified and blacklisted for years... then #MeToo happened).

We do need more information from the taxi driver or video if the car had it.

[kolapon-art]

hiya there!! i follow you on twitter as well as here and i just wanted to say i really like all your toh analysis, it's absolutely fantastic—and, your thoughts also make me feel Not crazy for having so many issues with the writing in ftf 😭

like, the more i think on it the more weird i find it that hunters personal conflicts feel so largely brushed over, when like. in the episode he literally Fucking Died like an hour ago and everybody is just completely moving on. not to mention gus knowing hunter was a grimwalker is just moved on from the second after he says it which is still SO WEIRD???? and yeah yeah i know, the season was shortened, but how does that excuse this when the writers chose to put fuckin Boscha and Kikimora in the episode instead of address this or the characters we actually care about... (and this complaint also connects to your very good point about gus being sidelined)

i don't know, maybe more grimwalker things will be addressed in the finale, and maybe there'll be more gus there plus more acknowledgement of gus' plotline with the magic amplifier and how he Literally Saw belos' memories? but nothing was Ever done with that?? like a lot of hunter being a grimwalker (mostly in s3) feels so shoddily handled despite how much coolness and potential the concept has. it can only be hoped for i guess... idk. Tldr thanks for outlining how truly stranger and Poor the writing decisions for hunter (+ gus) were in ftf. and this is only a small part of it tbh 😭 but.. shrugs

Feel like all the things you listed and I have been talking about, are fortunately largely aknowledged by the fandom as issues so we aint so crazy thinking it. But in any case, maybe ep 3 will prove us wrong and address all those issues, esp with how ambiguous Hunter's grimwalker arc has been lately. I am not sure what the writers want us to think about his powers and his eyes, as you prolly saw form my recent thread on twt. And some people have also derived all the wrong conclusions out of it (even saw a take where it was said that Hunter getting powers and diff eyes was making him a real boy and witch which is uh...yuck). So I hope this is clarified or the fandom will be pretty divided here I feel. Also thanks for reading my silly little thoughts, here and on twt.

[redheadbigshoes]

It’s rly interesting tho cuz I live in Canada but I have no idea what our lgbt history is. It’s almost like it’s non existent so all history I go by is from the US. And from what u said earlier - sometimes I get annoyed by people/younger gay ppl who don’t know lgbt history But it’s really only because they have bad takes and make up history or are lesbophobic and back it up by saying “well all non-men used to be called lesbians because there was no other word for mspec women” or “transness was never included in lesbianism” or something of the sort. So while I do absolutely recognize that the US and gay ppls history is not the centre of all lgbt history (literally don’t even like the US) I do take a lot from it because it Is still history and I really don’t have anything else to go by to defend my community yk. Like recently there’s been A Lot of lesbian/bi discourse on twt and a lot of the time it’s younger bi ppl/young women who are being lesbophobic and say that they were the most oppressed group/sexuality in the 20th century and were pushed out of lesbian spaces and ‘movements’ (not sure which they were referring to) While Historically butches were pushed out of the feminist movement because they were seen as men/imitating their oppressors and femmes were also pushed out if they were dating a butch. So yeah. That’s according to US lgbt history. But yeah. Anyways sorry for saying so much and probably went off track but I think it’s just the case that US lgbt history is most accessible - but even then it’s still hard to find

I’m very sorry if I misunderstand you, but I really hope you don’t support “mspec” lesbians lol, because you were criticizing something lesbians say to lesbophobes who love to include men in lesbianism (and to clarify, I am talking about cis and trans men). Because from what I saw the people who say “all non-men used to be called lesbians because there was no other word for mspec women” are usually people who criticize “mspec” lesbians, not people who say that to support them.

I know how you use US history as like the default because you don’t know any other history, but my criticism here is to consider US history as universal history. Yes it’s still LGBTQ+ history, but what I’m complaining about is how people use it to criticize everything else as if everywhere the LGBTQ+ history was the exact same as the US.

Obviously if younger people say certain things because they’re ignorant about the history or if they’re simply saying something wrong it’s totally fair to call them out, I’ve never said otherwise. My problem is 1) someone being younger than you does not = having less knowledge, 2) acting as if you’re superior just because you’re older is simply a shitty thing to do. Someone’s age shouldn’t matter. Actually, what I hate about other queers using the age card is that they reproduce the same argument a lot of homophobic cishets use.

I have no problem to use American history as the default or parameter for LGBTQ+ related issues. I have a problem with acting as if the American history is the only history. Maybe you and everyone else (including me) should try to do more research about other countries history regarding LGBTQ+. If we know how US-centered the community is we have the power to just go online and learn by ourselves about other places.

I don’t like the mindset “well, the only LGBTQ+ history we know it’s from the US, so let’s just keep it like that”.

[hitomisuzuya]

hey suzu! i saw your latest post abt you feeling self-conscious abt your writing and i couldn't help but empathize with you on that one :< i myself am surrounded by good writers—be it friends irl or moots from twt. heck, im in a discord server of a certain genshin ship and made good friends with writers that wrote for said ship. but ngl there are times when i look at their writing and compare it with my own, making me realize that my writing almost feels bland and tasteless unlike theirs. i look at their entries on ao3... their word choice, the way they deliver their plot, their dialogue, etc. and then i look at all the drafts that sit in my docs staring at the poorly written phrases and sections that make me self-conscious too :(( so yeah, i perfectly understand how you feel and believe me it's normal. but those same writer friends & moots would tell me that they themselves would also feel self-conscious like we do. not only that, but they seem to be aware that in constantly comparing our writing to other ppl's, we deprive ourselves the joy of writing in the first place. im not saying it's bad to look at other ppl's writing and think how we could do better bcos it's a good way to improve. even getting constructive criticism is helpful, but in this situation particularly, we really are our worst critics 😔😔 ig what im saying is, when we feel insecure abt our writing, we should always look back to what it is abt writing that we enjoy and consistently find in our works that brings out us. our personality, our feelings, our soul... yknow? writing is supposed to be enjoyable for everyone and must be a constant WIP bcos there is no perfect writing. our writing grows as we grow, like a plant. and like all plants, we need our own water and sunlight too bcos if we forget all that, we wither. much love, indigo anon <333 p.s.: sorry for the long ask. T^T i do hope your day gets better and if there's smth in my wording that's off / you can't understand, i will happily rephrase and clarify for you 🫶🫶

This...this was perfectly worded. It is EXACTLY what I would say to someone who told me they were self conscious about the way they right. Please, do me a favor and reread what you wrote to me in you comment, that's my way of saying exactly the same to you. My mind feels a lot calmer and at ease after I read this. Thank you much, my dear indigo anon❤️ I am going to reflect on this and especially keep in mind about showing who I am through my writing and what good things it brings out in me when I reflect it my writing while I answer my first ask of the day.

[wehatejulietsimms]

Ok so two things:

To everyone asking about Andy's rant. I could hunt down screenshots if needed, but since I was in the midst of this twt drama, I saw first hand:

Andy changed the lyrics to Devil at two shows. Instead of "come sell me useless greed" he changed "greed" to "Bitcoin" and "shit" respectively. It was apparently a jab at something Ashley posted on IG about Bitcoin? I'm not 100% sure I believe that, but that's what Ashley thought. I didn't pay too much attention to that screenshot bc Ashley's gross.

But then Ashley rebuttals with a long rant about how Andy can't sing, dissing his "My Way" cover, that he understands why so many people stopped listening to BVB, and says he wishes Lonny "good luck" playing with them.

It was chaos. Then Andy posted that story rant.

I'd also like to touch on the Katherine thing:

Yes she allegedly paid for Chris's address. I say allegedly bc she admitted to getting the address, but denies paying for it. She was also accused of trying to get Justin's parents address. More, uncropped, screenshots were posted of her in a cringe af group chat on discord of several people, including her, seriously trying to PI where he lives. Comparing windows and pictures? It was disturbing.

I hope everyone takes this seriously. She has been unabashedly involved in these bands lives. She has been rude to Chris for not crediting her as a dancer in the Werewolf music video, flashed Andy, and claims Spencer is in an open relationship, while simultaneously using her acquaintanceship/friendship with Spencer's fiance to get back stage.

There's so much more but this isn't just drama. This is seriously a breach of whatever miniscule amount of trust these bands have put in her stanship and a horrible breach of privacy. It's not ok. But I wanted to clarify for anyone confused bc I know Coffin Styles has been brought up here before. She's well known. That's all I'll say about this since it's way off topic.

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