#i love this statue. someone build one for me when i die please

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

the lovers

[fullyfazed]

I keep thinking about the possibilities for the next* life series so now you all get to be subjected to my thoughts.

*not confirmed yet, just based on hope and an implied future for the series

Like I said in my other post I would LOVE for there to be a large snow biome on the map, but that got me thinking about other biomes and land features which have been under-repped in seasons past.

So I made a topographical map. Of course.

The big feature would be the stony peaks which would surround spawn (located on an island in a lake). The mountains could be used as a wall for those living inside, a lookout point for anyone living on it, and it would serve as a natural terrain challenge when it came to brawls and inter-faction attacks.

The other large geological feature would be the cavern/ravine. Another feature which could work as a base and/or difficult terrain, but could also be a good entry point for mines and the deep dark.

As for the biomes themselves I think it would be cool to use them not only because they haven't really shown up yet, but because of the aesthetics, dynamics, and building styles associated with them would be so fun to see in a season (plus the fanart would be sick)

These are just some examples but it could be interesting if there was a tree house village in the jungle, a secure winter base in the mountains, or maybe even an apocalyptic wasteland in the badlands. Obviously there are tons of other variations of bases that could be built in these areas, but these were the first that came to mind.

But Fazed, you cry, what will the gimmick be?

Well I'm so glad you asked because I have two main ideas, both of which involve an aspect of randomness. They'd be built off the original 3rd life system, so keep that in mind :)

The first idea is that every session, there's a random server-wide event. The event could be anything, like every player turns invisible, a random green turns red for the session, or a tornado shows up. Something that will bring an aspect of chaos to the server as a whole, and could potentially increase in dangerousness as the series progresses. There would only be one event per session, and there would be no way to predict what it will be, so they'd have to be handled in a similar way that the secrets are handled in Secret Life.

The second idea steams from double life, but instead of 2 players being connected, the server is split into teams, each with 3-6 players. Teams are randomized at the start of the series, and players switch teams (also randomized) when they die. So there's a real chance that someone could be caught in a trap and then forced to join their killers teams. Health wouldn't be linked for obvious reasons, but I think there could be potential in having shared status effects, inventories, or team synergy bonuses (couple seconds of resistance if your whole team is together, strength boost when all members attack one enemy, regen when eating together, things like that).

Personally I could see both of these ideas working in tandem but I understand how that could be overwhelming when it comes to the creation and execution of the series, so seeing them on their own should also work.

That's about it, I don't really have a good name for this yet but if you like any of the ideas in here please consider adopting them into your psyche.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM HITMAN 3 *  assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary

eliminate them, and the war would be over.

look closer.

no one is untouchable.

i don't suppose there's any point calling for help.

people aren't meant to be controlled.

this... is a kindness.

it's good to be back.

that's not who i am anymore.

you're making a mistake!

this is what it means to lose everything.

whatever your plan is... i'll help you if i can.

you're sure about this?

and yet... here you are.

seems i brought this on myself.

it began here... and it ends here. talk about poetic.

if that's your winning face, i'd hate to see you lose.

happy hunting.

this is not how people work.

i choose this path because i can.

see you on the other side.

please join me in the real world.

it's a secret passage.

there will always be people like them, so there will always be people like us.

we've got a plane to catch.

get me a drink. a strong one.

i trust you already know what this is.

the ceremony is well underway.

they are already in position and ready to assist.

come in, [name], do you copy?

it's a list of the possible suspects.

soon, this will be over.

maybe it's time to think about the future.

i'd rather be here supporting you.

oh, i'm sure you can handle it. that's what i pay you for.

are you in position?

look... you don't have to follow them, you know.

i'm heading towards the point of entry.

right. this is our moment, [name].

today... we return the favor.

the plan stays the same.

i see someone got his memory back.

wait, is that a beacon?

hey, it's me. sorry to wake you up.

we're not the ones who let him escape.

come on, let's walk. need to tell you a bit about what i expect from you.

what the hell?

we'll keep track of her. make sure she doesn't.

their quiet dominance endures to this day.

they likely suspect that we're coming.

i will infiltrate building controls and disable all electronic doors and elevators.

they are about to find they have nowhere left to run.

to it, we were just assets to use and throw away.

it never gave us a single thought... until now.

after decades in the shadows, we are fighting back.

much has been lost.

we are closer now than ever.

in their downfall, we lay the past to rest.

look towards the future.

we've been compromised.

power never dies. it only changes hands.

[name], it's time.

you know, i never planned this far ahead.

confirm target locations, over.

right. we have a situation.

i told you we could help each other, and i meant it.

they left the building... and i think i know why.

he persuaded one of the sailors into setting him free.

i can only assume they're rushing to contain the damage.

[name], what's the status?

get back to me when you're there.

at least i die knowing who i am.

embrace who you were always meant to be.

that... is a very dangerous problem for me.

i think i can override the controls from here.

i'm in position.

over here! cover me!

or what? you're gonna take us all on?

i've received more information about your situation.

once you've infiltrated it, get your bearings.

i'm sure there must be floor plans somewhere.

[name], we can't talk here.

why not simply take it?

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

we need absolute focus on this one.

don't worry. they're not going anywhere.

how lovely to see so many friendly and familiar faces here today.

[justanotherwildfangirlsstuff]

Percy Jackson Disney+ series Ep. 1 & 2 Review (SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT)

This is WAY better than the movies and thank god for that. Now this is not entirely book accurate, and while I do like in general what they have altered, there were some things that made me go

I am very glad that they did a 2 episode release because that first episode would’ve probably turned folks away from it, second episode was much better in pacing.

Spoilers below

Ep. 1

First off, I love how they named the episodes after chapters in the books, such a fun reference, but it doesn’t make all that much sense given a little those titles actually have to do with the episode. This was such an exposition dump that it kind of made it clear that the show is for the book fans and not kids. They were clearly trying to get the main world building out of the way so they could get to the action parts of the story.

I really disliked how they handle the Dodds scene. Compared to the Dodds in the movies, I think that actually looked better than what this was in terms of character design- The fury in the TV series looked goofy and not scary at all. Aside from character design, the mist only does so much, and I disliked how Dodds attacked Percy out in the open like that since even with the Mist, it would’ve still look like someone attacking or some kind of fight happening. In the books, Grover and Chiron clearly knew Dodds was some kind of monster, but didn’t know for certain what kind. In the show when they say that the Mist was covering up Dodds too well that made no sense since both Grover and Chiron are monsters so the mist wouldn’t affect them. The Mist only affects mortals, which is why demigods are susceptible to the mist, but can kind of force themselves to see through it. On that note, I love the sequence of young Percy seeing things, and the mist then making it look like some thing else. That part was well done, and it made sense as to what it was being changed to such as that mechanical golden rhino being changed into a yellow dump truck. The Dodds scene took away from that unfortunately.

Also, Gabe was really docile in this. in the books, Gabe was a piece of shit who no one felt bad for once he was turned into a statue. Here this man says please and even tries to connect with Percy and it’s really weird. Yeah he’s obviously a deadbeat, but I don’t think this dude deserves to die right now. I hope they remedy this later because I don’t see the necessary hostility we need for later on. 

Ep. 2

This was way better. Still some exposition dumping, but it was better paced and more natural. Dionysus is hilarious, great choice of actor and great attitude. Not giving the “I hate children” vibe but still sassy and fun. In my opinion, Grover being the one to figure out that Sally’s mom is still alive takes away from Percy‘s character. In the books, Percy used his knowledge of the Greek myths to figure out what he was going to do in the underworld and why he needed to go there. Here I do like that he was doing so much to figure out who his father was and how he needed more motivation to go on the quest because it makes sense. Also, seeing so much resentment against his dad shows how easy it could’ve been for Percy to turn out the same way, Luke would. on that note, the introduction of Luke, Annabeth, and Clarisse was really what I enjoyed about this episode the most. In the books, Luke is labeled as a friend, but we really don’t see too much genuine friendship there, except for the giftgiving and a few small talks. I like that they have Luke showing Percy around and helping him try to find out his talent instead of Annabeth, because it would really make it seem like they were actual friends, making the betrayal hurt all the more. This works especially well because right now, Luke is one of Percy‘s first and only friends at camp since he is still struggling with Grovers earlier betrayal. Annabeth stalking him was weird, but does kind of make sense for her to observe before making a move. I like that Percy doesn’t go into the water with the fight at the creek with Clarisse and instead it is Annabeth who pushes him in to confirm her suspicions. It makes more sense since the average person will try to stay out of the water in a fight. However, the fact that Percy is able to fight these people off without ever touching the water is weird since right now he doesn’t have any current training, except for his one lucky encounter with the Minotaur. Having said all this, this episode was way better than the first, but there is STILL NO ORACLE? AGAIN? what the heck guys??? the Oracle is technically the most important side character because it is what gives out quests, prophecies, and what Rachel Elizabeth Dare turns into. Right now, just being like “well Percy off to the underworld you go!” makes no sense to me. I hope the oracle makes an appearance in the next episode, otherwise I will be pissed that the Oracle got snubbed AGAIN.

Also, who tf was that dryad with Grover? Was that supposed to be Juniper? Or his mom 💀. If Juniper, shouldn’t she be looking around Grover’s age cuz trees also age slower? Really not sure who this is supposed to be

Overall acting

I am so sorry, but I don’t know if it’s because it’s the first couple of episodes, but there is not good synergy between Sally and Percy 😭 Obviously, each person can have their own opinion so if you like them, that’s great but I felt like I was watching actors read lines and not actually…act? This did not feel like a mother and son duo, same thing with Grover and Percy. the actors got a little better by the end of episode two, but they still don’t have a lot of facial or realistic reactions, especially whenever Percy is being introduced to something that would theoretically completely destroy his worldview. he looks like a blank slate 😭 I’m sure it will get better later on, but sometimes it really took me out of it with how stale the acting was. On that note, so many of the actors did such a good job!

in terms of my favorite to least favorite ones (so far in terms of character portrayal), it is as follows:

Clarisse, Dionysus, Annabeth, Luke, Chiron, Grover, Percy

I really want to emphasize how much I LOVE the actor who plays Clarisse. They did SUCH A GOOD JOB. I was originally a lil hesitant cuz book Clarisse is supposed to be super buff but this was truly 😚👌. Could really feel the scorn and meanness. That scream when her spear is broken? Look of rage to letting Percy go when the game ended? HOLY SHIT, that was some DAMN GOOD ACTING

Obviously, I am being quite harsh here, but I do have high hopes for this series and I’m sure as the actors work more together, they will end up having better chemistry with one another. This is just first impressions so far. 

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Loving Someone

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.” 1Corinthians 13:1NIV

What did Jesus say were the two primary commandments? “He answered, “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’ and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself” Luke 10:27NIV.

Jesus took ten of the commandments and rolled all ten into two. If we love God we won’t have other gods in our lives— basically anything can become a god when it’s put first in importance to Yahweh i.e. gods of money/banks, influential people, traditions, medicine, government offices, sexual behaviors, idols of statue forms, ideologies or religions not serving Yahweh and a plethora of other things. Nor will we profane our Lord’s name.

Second commandment, loving someone will cause us to honor them; while keeping us from lying, stealing, killing them, committing adultery with someone, or desiring to have their stuff. “Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law” Romans 13:10NIV.

Love is active, and nice, it doesn’t expose the weaknesses of others. Writing to the church, 1Peter 4:8NIV “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” Holy Spirit nailed me on this one— ‘Debbie, how many times have you pointed out a particular flaw in someone? Did you do it to lift them up or put them down? Your every word is to lift up others. Some words seem mean and harsh when said. Praying for people is the best way, It’s My job to change them.’ Ouch! I relate this, because I hear others speaking the same way— warning to us all.

How do you confront an evil? We’re living in a very confused time. Satan has deceived people’s minds into living in lies telling them their identity is not in Christ, nor themselves, only in what their imagination. Back in my youth, such an identity crisis would put people into strenuous psychiatric care. “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” John 8:32NIV. Loving speaks the God’s truth— ]you were made in this body at this time by the loving God Who is lovingly concerned about every detail of your life.’

Can love confront a blatantly sinful lifestyle? Which is more loving— warning a sleeping person that the building they’re sleeping in is on fire? — Quietly, turning away and allowing the sleeping person to die in the fire? A normal person without any particular love for others would pound on all the apartment doors in the building to awake all their neighbors. People are applauded for running into a burning building to rescue someone. What’s the difference? Their burning building— their sinful lifestyle will take them directly to the real fires of hell. I’ve heard three separate speakers who were steeped in perverted lifestyles— say that Churches and Believers had loved ’accepted’ them as they were. The churches preached the truth about sin, including theirs. Believers openly answered when asked about their lifestyles, ‘your lifestyle is sin, a sin God calls an abomination and hates. You aren’t lost. Yahweh will help you escape that lifestyle through the blood of Jesus’

Do we really love others? Are we just noisy gongs, crashing symbols, mean, hateful, tongue-talking Believers in Christ? If we’re the latter, there’s a fix it Bible verse— “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” 1John 1:9ESV. He’ll wash away our sins, like they never happened. Then He’ll allow us to start over with His help. What will you do? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: LORD God we’ve sinned. Forgive and cleanse us please. Help us to act more like Jesus in every way of love, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[duellicasyndrome]

1)Are you really ready for 108 questions? I suppose so.

2) Was your last real relationship a mistake? Please define "real relationship." Does this mean only someone where you mutually agreed you were dating each other? Or can it include someone you had feelings for who did not reciprocate them, or someone you slept with repeatedly but feelings were not involved, et cetera? Goodness, she's right. There isn't a 3.

4) Who did you last say “I love you” to? My dearest friend, half sarcastically and half honestly.

5) Do you regret it? Of course not.

6) Have you ever been depressed? I do not think so. Depressed, to me, implies that someone is feeling a sadness they cannot escape from, that doesn't have a particular cause. My sadness tends to have a legitimate cause, and it is usually my fault.

7)Are you a boy or girl? Er... a grown woman?

8)Who is your best friend? As I am controlled by an author who keeps changing names, settings, and plots, while somehow keeping characterization intact? I believe her name is Maryssa now.

9) What is your relationship status? I am single, I suppose, but emotionally I'm taken. As in, I yearn for someone so strongly that I don't want anyone else, even though the person I yearn for wants nothing to do with me.

10) How do you want to die? I want my loved ones to be nearby.

11) What did you last eat? I had some nice chicken for dinner, with rice, and some dark leafy greens.

12) Played any sports? I love to work out, and build and tone muscle, but anything that involves some sort of ball flying at my head? Count me out, please.

13) Do you bite your nails ? Surprisingly not. Despite being very anxious, I'm also very vain, and wanting to have nice looking nails wins out over the urge to bite them as a soothing mechanism.

14) When was your last physical fight? I do not really like to hurt people. I just like to be strong enough that I could hurt people if I had to.

15) Do you have an attitude? I would say that I do not.

16) Do you like someone? I absolutely adore her, and I do not know what to do.

17) What is your real name? Again with the author changing things frequently. I believe that right now it is Jasper. I like that one. I feel it suits me more to be named after a hard, cold, and unfeeling stone, than it is to name me something that translates to "cherry." Cherry? Really. I always thought it was rather odd to name me after a cherry.

19) Are you gonna get high later? No, I would never do such a thing.

20) Do you hate anyone at the moment? Hate is a strong word.

21) Do you miss someone? I'd do anything to see her again.

22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti? Twirl, if people are around. Shovel it into my mouth like a starving goblin, if people are not around.

23) Do you tan a lot? I naturally have some quite dark skin.

24) Have any pets? I believe my current living situation does not really allow for pets, which is awful. In a previous iteration, I got to have horses. I want horses.

25) How exactly are you feeling? A bit melancholy.

26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving? Ah, my current universe doesn't have such vehicles.

27) Ever made out in the bathroom? Oh, more than that. ;)

28) Would you take any of your exes back? Once again, I'm not sure if I have any exes, per se. I have former sexual partners that I was not really dating, and I have someone I long for with my whole heart who does not want to give me the time of day...

29) Are you scared of spiders? Spiders are such gorgeous creatures. Even if the deities of my world are no longer spiders, I still have an appreciation for them.

30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I do not think I could have fixed anything even if I were to go back.

31) Do you regret anything from your past? Everything I've ever done that hurt her...

32) What are your plans for this weekend? Hm. The lovely lady I copied this from said books, tea, and sleep. Well, mine too. Perhaps we have more in common than she'd like to admit. :)

33) Do you want to have kids? It would be nice, but I'm also quite afraid I'd not be a good parent.

34) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an M? Surprisingly, I do not think so. I may be close friends with a lady whose name begins with M, and we are both sapphic, and yet we're too much like sisters to have ever thought of each other in such a way.

35) Do you type fast? Yes.

36) Do you have piercings? .How many? Eight in each ear, one eyebrow, and my lower lip.

37) Want any more? I think piercing my nose might look nice. And perhaps I should also pierce my tongue. ;)

38) Can you spell well? Yes.

39) Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes.

40) What are you craving right now? I want to have her around just so I can tease her and watch her get flustered. ;) As much as she otherwise seems to loathe me, I can tell she is indeed attracted to me and refuses to admit it, and I can at least take a small amount of solace in that.

41) Ever been to a bonfire party? I have not. Also, 42 is missing.

43) Have you ever been on a horse? Of course.

44) Kissed someone in a pick up truck? No such vehicle here.

45) Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I honestly don't think so.

46) Have you ever been cheated on? I don't think I've ever really had an arrangement where we agreed upon such exclusivity.

47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? No. Also, 48 is missing...

49) Would you live with someone without marrying them? Yes.

50) What should you be doing? Not this. :P

51) What’s irritating you right now? Do you ever feel like there are things that every other competent adult is capable of doing, but you just can't seem to succeed at it, and no matter how hard you try, you feel like you're missing something?

52) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? Very much so.

53) Does somebody love you? I wish she did.

54) What is your favorite colour Turquoise, gold, and black.

55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? No vehicles...

57) Do you have trust issues? I don't think so. But, the person who created this survey does need to relearn how to count.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? No. Not at all.

62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Last person I had a purely sexual relationship with? Probably not much. Last person I had an extremely volatile emotional connection with, but no relationship as such, I know she does. I know that just the fact that I exist fills her with rage.

63) Who was the last person you cried in front of? Who do you think?

64) Do you give out second chances too easily? I think so.

65) Is it easier to forgive or forget? It is good to forgive, but do not forget.

66) Is this year the best year of your life? Oh, absolutely not.

67) What was your child nick name Oh, goodness. Please, author, do not come up with an embarrassing childhood nickname for me. Especially not something related to cherries again.

68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No, most people don't deserve the utterly glorious gift that it is to get to see me naked. ;)

70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? No.

71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night Turned off the light.

73) What is bothering you It's her. It's always her, isn't it?

74) Have you ever been out of your state? Our current worldbuilding does not include states.

75) Do you play the Wii? Our current worldbuilding does not include such things, but that does look like fun.

76) Are you listening to music right now? No.

77) Do you like Chinese food? I like food.

78) Do you know your fathers b- day? I think I blocked it out of my mind on purpose.

79) Are you afraid of the dark? No.

80) Is cheating ever okay? There is a such thing as ethical non monogamy, but cheating is not that.

81) Are you mean? I wouldn't consider myself as such, but I like it when people think so.

82) Can you keep white shoes clean? I would never wear white shoes.

84) Do you believe in true love? I hope not. Sometimes I wonder if it's possible that we do in fact have soul mates, but I have somehow ruined things so badly that my soul mate hates me and now I do not have one.

88) Do you like the outside? Yes.

89) Are you currently bored? A bit.

90) Do you wanna get married? I'm not sure.

91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I'd prefer something more along the lines of mistress. ;)

92) Are you hungry? Always.

93) Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? Most likely.

94) What makes you happy? Making the people close to me happy. Also, sleeping. :)

95) Would you change your name? Not currently.

96) Ever been to Alaska? No such place in our setting.

98) Do you watch the news? It's important to know about current events. I'm not sure if there are means to watch things in my setting, though. It might be too anachronistic for that. She's still deciding. Sigh.

99) What’ s your zodiac sign? Libra.

100) Do you like Subway? I like food.

101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I would love to kiss her again. And again.

102) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I don't think I really... have male friends. Men are irritating, and they only really seem to evaluate women based on how sexually desirable they find that woman. Men tend to find me intimidating and/or sexy in a taboo way, but hate to admit they find me intimidating and/or sexy, so they decry me as too masculine looking, or they sleep with me only when no one knows. Thankfully, pretty sapphic ladies are a lot more open to admitting they want me. ;)

103) Do you talk like your friends? Not at all. They mock me for sounding far too formal.

104) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them? Has anyone not?

105) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Absolutely not.

106) who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? My idiot brother.

107) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes? Smoking is disgusting.

108) Can you count to one million? Why would I do that?

[wutlaikalikes]

Kizuna A.I.

It started with a premiere titled Me in a dream (that I actually missed cause I was watching someone else lol). A 52 second video that consist of a message like 'I love you' and 'I'm coming back'.

Then a stream title s h e e e e p started with what looks like a Kizuna Ai video with a grainy filter on top. I discovered this stream a bit late but there were around 110K viewers when I tuned in. There's also a website dedicated to this that feature the same grainy feature as the stream. Though most have pointed out that they are independent from each other. (I've only seen screenshots, haven't actually went to the website). Some describe the effect as defragmentation.

People were talking about restoring data and some are pointing out that most of her videos have become unlisted and her profile picture on YT and X has changed. Her named on X changed to [Kizuna AI with 🐏💤]

The stream continued with words like "Hello", "Please could you stop the noise", and "I want to sleep" flashing every now and then.

I think I only stayed for 5 minutes before tuning out. It was starting to feel like an ARG. I like Kizuna Ai but I can't help but wonder what they are doing. It really don't feel like a comeback but maybe I have become used to how current vtubers operate. I really don't understand what was going on.

I posted these thoughts on Twitter and someone pointed out that the stream have codes to be cracked. I'm not tech savvy nor I'm one to take part in solving ARGs, so I can only wait.

Another point that was raised is that these process could take months. I was looking through Twitter / X and actually came across the account of KizunaAi's producer, Tsumugu. I think they noticed that there were a lot of people and since they are on Japanese timezone and its way past midnight, they finally admitted that 'it will take a few more months'.

image source: https://x.com/Tsumugu20240630/status/1807110547068088600

I don't understand why. If you are going to 'reboot' and compete with current vtubers, why is it going to take months? I get that Kizuna Ai's birthday is today. I get celebrating it but not in this way. It feels like they are building up hype but if it'll take months, that hype will die real quick.

Kasuga Nozomi, Kizuna's original voice actor, have already stepped down as advicer. She stated that she originally was going to retire once Kizuna slept but stayed for a little bit longer since her position as advisor is still needed.

image source: https://x.com/kasuga_nozomi/status/1773591245270741378

If there is going to be a new Kizuna Ai, why not just 'wake her up'? Why would it take months? I can't help but think that Kizuna Ai is going to be Kizuna A.I. and honestly, I don't want that.

I like to look up definition of words to better understand things. I tried to look up what the word 'cognition' means on Google and the first result is an IT company called "Cognition AI".

Cognition itself meant 'the mental action or process of acquiring knowledge and understanding through thought, experience, and the senses.'

Cognition in A.I. refers to 'Cognitive AI, also referred to as cognitive artificial intelligence, is software that tries to think and learn by imitating the way human brains work.'

This does not look good...

On 11AM JST, Kizuna Ai's Twitter posted the link of the ongoing stream with the text, "Recognized : 01000001 01001001 01000001 01001001 01000001 01001001" The binary translates to one of Kizuna Ai's song "AIAIAI".

I can imagine there will be more in the coming months. But I think this will be some form of marketing to draw people in to Kizuna Ai's channel and social media.

I don't know where this is going, all I can do is wait. Let's hope I'm wrong about the A.I. thing. They already tried NFTs that nobody wanted and this possibly being A.I. is going to break her more.

[aystoria]

Crimson Rivers Chapter 70: Home

My thoughts below the cut with spoilers

we haven’t been here in so long and when we were it was HAPPY I mean the last like 30 chapters have felt so long ago but also so quick

The flowers and the hat 😭

Regulus’ home 🥺🥺

“There are two poems on the page, both that still stand the test of time, still resonating even now. The one above is not as uplifting as the one below, the very first time he decided he would like to grow, if he could not climb. He had no idea that he would one day do both.” he climbed and he grew 😭

“Roses are red, my dad is a prick, don't make me go to work, I'd rather die — an idiot who, sadly, thinks he's a genius” I REMEMBER THIS WITH BARTY :((

MONTY 😭😭😭

"Across the street, probably merging their souls together or something," REMUS LMAOO

“James is the problem” PLEASE 💀

Regulus’ final letter was meant for James I am so unwell 😭

“It's okay. Someday, James will grow him some more” THE FLOWERS 🥹

Sirius slipping away for the first time since the war after throwing dirt on Monty’s grave I am so sad :((((

“It's something special to love someone even when they're not here to receive that love, because that love still finds a way out into the world, and that's them, you know? We love them so much that we keep them in this world with us, even after they've left it.” Remus the wise is going to make me cry on public transportation again

I love Marylily

The poor refrigerator though

I FORGOT ABOUT THE THUNDERBIRD THIEVES

NOW I’M SAD AGAIN

The conversation with Marlene in that wine cellar 😭😭😭

Everything happens in threes…

Lily is healing 🫶

JAMESSS 😭

His issues with time are so sad especially because he has to be reminded about Monty’s funeral each time please I’m going to cry again

James :((((

Vanity got a statue 🥹

“let’s swap” James 😭😭

I am going to CRY on public transport AGAIN because of Monty, Effie, and James like “A dead flower does not mean it never bloomed. It did, and it was beautiful.” HELLO???

James not allowing himself to be sad near Sirius because he thinks he needs to be happy for Sirius I’m—😭😭

James and Sirius “breaking up” 💀

"Oh, the 'it's not you, it's me' line? Really?" Okay I chuckled a little

The way he assumed he’d be going WITH Sirius ohhh I hurt

"You said I was that for you. Sirius, I've had everything taken away from me. I've lost my dad, and I've lost hope, and now this. You lied." I HURT 😭

“When Sirius did get better, he always said that he did it for James. It's only now that James truly gets the meaning of that, because sometimes, it's through caring for others that you learn the importance of caring for yourself” 🥹🥹

“I'm sorry, Dad, James thinks. I'll try. For you, for them, I'll try. Someday, maybe he'll even try for himself, too.” 😭😭

What James and Sirius have is SO special actually they mean so much to me

“Because it was the right thing to do” AND REGULUS ALWAYS SAID HE DID THE WRONG THING 😭😭😭😭

Oh I love them all so much

I was on the verge of crying in my academic building.. that’s embarrassing

[blkkizzat]

Indian reader is back here again AHSJDH I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE 🙏🙏🙏 honestly reading your post made me hungry send help

I am SO glad you enjoyed your trip here, I love it when people learn about each other's cultures it literally makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!!! I love how detailed your posts about the trip were and I really appreciate you sharing it with us <33

You knowing your tourist guide's whole story with the pharmacist to history lover is so real 😭 some people be having the wildest career paths especially the ones who've been at it for a long time and you somehow get to know their whole story in the span of 20 minutes

Personally I think summer in the US feels worse bc ceiling fans and all around ventilation isn't very common there from what I've seen and heard, while winters in India are worse for the most part since electrical heating and room temperature control isn't common here outside of the cities (inbuilt room temp control isn't a concept here at all currently, I've only ever seen it in hotels)

This was probably the best time for you to visit india cause peak summer temperatures haven't even started yet and you were already dying from the heat (me too dw)

And trust when I say you're not the only one struggling to cross the streets not all of us are built for this do or die type of shit 💔💔💔 (though I'll have to build up that confidence since you know. I live here. Don't exactly have a choice 🤡)

PS I'm going to be craving a restaurant thaali for the rest of the day bc of the pics

Omfg no please write me anytime!! <33

Awe thank you! I def love sharing my experiences! I love traveling and will def have to come back. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it cause i tend to ramble on about stuff! Yes! Another tour guide we had in Jaipur used to be a laywer. He was so knowledgeable too, he was with us all day and took us a few different places. It was fun learning about them. One thing I definitely took back from that and was inspired by was seeing people leaving "socially prominent" or high status jobs for something they loved. Seeing as I went as apart of my MBA program it was an unexpected but great reality check that sure we are all in this program to progress our careers but we really need to keep self-fulfillment and happiness in mind. Whats money or status if you are miserable? Like they had us eating out of the palm of their hand with how much passion they had for what they did and it really inspired me to find that in my own life!

Omfg yeah, it really depends on where you are. The sun feels a bit more intense in India because we were closer to the equator than in the US but the heat in India I experienced at 100 degrees F was a walk in the park compared to the time I stupidly went to las vegas in August and it was nearly 120 degrees F. Also where I live summers have been getting hotter and hotter so people arent equipped for heat waves. I've always had AC cause I have really furry dogs who need to stay cool though so thankfully ive been prepared. Also winters can be an issue here too, Texas been getting ice storms and blizzards in the past few years and as a hot area are completely unequipped. Even in places that are used to cold like NYC, when I lived there I moved into a new building paid a stupid high rent to live in a box that had central AC but was poorly insulated so I had to buy like the shiny foil insulating sheets to put over my window in the winter or I felt like the wind was passing right through.

Haha thankfully I was always in busy areas cause me and my friends when we werent with our guide would always just wait until we saw someone else who was clearly Indian cross the street and cross with them lmfao. We probably looked so stupid standing and waiting there lmfao but we never waited more than 5 mins thankfully LOL. Its funny cause looking back I've had friends here in the US scared to "jaywalk" with like one car coming thats practically crawling down the block and in India you have people boldly stopping speeding cars to cross LOL. I just imagine how funny we must look scared to cross with one car wayyyyyyy down the block coming, even I'm laughing at us.

I hope you get some resturant thaali soon! I'm definitely going to be craving it soon too. I know the next time I eat Indian food it ain't going to hit the same AT ALL lmfao.

[solaeter]

—Forever ft. Boten! Mikey | NSFW

In which idk how to come with titles so yall suffering with me *dies* I don't write smut often, so I'm increasingly shy. Pls be nice and any feedback is welcomed ♡

Warning[s]: A pinch of angst, unprotected sex, reader is highly emotional, fluff fluff fluff, possibly ooc - but that's fine cause we ride and die for soft content, unedited because I live dangerously.

Request Status: OPEN , I don’t have my new rules made but I’m willing to write just about anything that doesn’t include the nasty shit like piss or something. 

Word Count: 4k

Growing up by the Sano residence, you were often found hanging out with Mikey, Emma and their older brother Shinichiro. You typically preferred being alone, finding it hard to make friends. But with this rowdy group you felt at home and more confident in yourself. 

Shinichiro taught you self worth and the value of friendship, sitting you down one day while Mikey was off with his other friends and Emma was in the kitchen learning how to make something.

"I have a favor to ask you." He had that tender smile while he wiped his hands on that same old signature towel he carried around after working on bikes. 

You were young, with so much life to live and learn. So his favor was a hefty one and he knew this, but you were a special little thing. 

"No matter what happens, please stay by Mikey's side."

His words confused you, but as time went on and life unfolded in so many different directions, you vowed to keep your word until the bitter end. 

Even after twelve years, Shinichiro's words stuck with you, often crossing your mind when things felt like they were slipping out of your reach. Much like now, with the rise of Bonten and Mikey's descent into darkness, you sometimes were at a loss.

Until you were firmly reminded that only you mattered to Mikey. He kept you by his side after distancing from everyone else. 

You. You are the only piece of light Mikey has left and he was damned and determined not to lose it. Even if he didn't treat you the same as he used to, he still cared deeply. To the point that you had to be with him daily, even if it meant just sitting beside him in silence. He had to have your presence nearby or his mind would slip into scenarios that never ended well. 

Today was no different except for the fact that Mikey wasn't anywhere in sight. You tried to look for him only to end up with no luck so you sat in his office, fiddling about on your phone until the large doors opened, causing you to neatly jump out of your seat. 

Mikey had his hands stuffed in his pockets and he didn't expect to see you in his office all alone, but it was lucky for him nonetheless. 

"I need you." 

Mikey turned and walked away again, leaving you to gawk at his back and scramble to follow after him without complaint. Confusion settled in your mind as you caught up, wondering what must be going on in that head of his. 

"You okay?" You question, earning no response while you both walked toward one of the many personal temporary resting suites in his building. They're meant for those long nights where no one was allowed to leave, putting business first ahead of personal affairs. You've only been in Mikey's on several occasions, either being his personal cuddle pillow or allowing him to use your body as he pleased. You didn't mind either way since your soul was linked to his, even if your love often felt one sided. 

Upon entering the room, Mikey kicks off his sandals and shrugs off his shirt, still not bothering to look your way. His mind kept running in circles. He didn't treat you the way you deserved, the way he used to back before life fell apart. Deep inside Mikey, he felt bad. He wanted to make it better, he wanted to let you go. To give you a chance to live happily, experience love with someone who could rightfully pour their all into you. But that made him angry, he couldn't bear thinking about you with someone else. You were his and his alone. The deep conflict in his heart, the pure selfishness kept you locked to his side. 

So when he turns on his foot, looking at you with his tired, lifeless eyes, his heart clenches. You always had that fucking lovestruck look swimming in your beautiful eyes, full of undeserved devotion and adoration. You were always there, ready to do whatever his heart desired. But he didn't notice how your eyes held a deep sadness that was masked by your love. Mikey also didn't put you into consideration often, putting his own needs first and tonight was supposed to be no different. He planned to use you to make him feel, ever so temporarily but something in his head made him reconsider.

"Why do you stay?"

A simple question, one that Mikey wanted an answer to. You shift on your feet and purse your lips in thought. Your response would be easy, yet why do you hesitate to reply? After a moment you walk closer to Mikey, who stares expectantly, waiting for you. 

"Because I made a promise I don't intend to break," You reach forward and take Mikey's hands into your own, interlacing your fingers through his. "And because I love you so much it hurts. You're my world even if it's hard." You say, lips forming into a small smile that had his heart nearly bursting with life and love. Mikey needed to hear it from you, the reassurance that you still loved him despite everything. 

"I love you." He brings your hand up while locked in his and kisses your fingertips, an oddly gentle gesture that has your stomach twisting. It's been so long since you heard him admit his love for you, tears welled in your eyes but dared not to fall. "You deserve so much more, yet I get to selfishly call you mine." 

Mikey pulls you closer, freeing one of his hands to cup your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes squeeze shut just as the tears begin to fall freely, staining your cheeks and coating his hand. Mikey hated seeing you cry because of him, it made him hate himself even more. That's why tonight he was determined to make you feel his love, to let you know that he was yours just as much as you were his. 

One could only take so much before breaking, Mikey knew that all too well and if he lost you..it'd truly be over for him. So he kissed you with more love and passion than he has in weeks, freeing his other hand to pull you even closer, resting it on the small of your back, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. Your hands flew to his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life it felt like, while his tongue swiped over your lips, seeking entrance that you grant without any hassle. Not tonight, you didn't want to play around. Not when Mikey was being sentimental. 

You end up breaking the heated kiss when it became too hard to breathe as sobs wracked through your body. Everything felt just oh so overwhelming and you thought you could remain composed, but the flood gates seemed to have opened and Mikey had to do his best to catch you. Which he does when he simply hugs you, face burying in the crook of your neck, lips peppering light kisses on your warm skin. He'll let you cry, he'll let you take as long as you need. Because there's no telling how long you've been repressing your emotions for the sake of him.

"I'm t-tired Mikey..'' You blubber, sniffling once you calm down enough to speak without making a fool of yourself. And no, you weren't tired physically, but emotionally. You did your best daily and sometimes it seemed like it was for nothing. You were a puppet, or that's how you viewed yourself, with Mikey being the master that controlled your strings. 

Love kept you grounded and that damned promise to his brother, but the glass you walked on felt like it was on the verge of breaking. 

Mikey and comfort didn't go hand in hand anymore; he often let issues fall on deaf ears and natural disinterest. Yet your words scared him, so much that his head shot up and he looked you dead in the eye. 

"I'm so sorry [Name]–" He is fully prepared to hear you end things with him and walk out of his life, but you shaking your head cut him off. 

"Don't be, it's fine really. I just miss you." You wipe your eyes on your sleeves, forcing a smile that was honestly pathetic. Who would have thought a kiss would cause you to break down. You felt silly, ridiculous even..

What a relief, Mikey somewhat relaxes as his fingers rub soothing circles into your lower back. The painful truth was that he didn't know what to say that would help you other than saying he loves you. To the point that it keeps him up at night, something he wouldn't typically admit. 

"You don't realize," Mikey starts, moving away from you while making sure to keep a hold of your hand as he sits on the bed, pulling you to him until you are standing between his legs, "how much you help me." He's quiet, hands slipping to your bottom as he rests his forehead on your stomach. You thread your fingers through his white locks, throat tight and breath shaky while you hold back the urge to cry again.

"T-That's what I'm here for." You croak, clearing your throat because your own voice made you want to cringe. Mikey shakes his head, fingers digging into the plump flesh of your bottom.

"You're so much more than that." Mikey looks up and his heart aches for you. Your cheeks are red and puffy, there's tears slipping down your cheeks as you try to hold yourself together. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me." Plans were meant to change, you desperately needed to be taken care of instead of being used. Mikey tugged you down until you were seated on his lap, legs adjusting so that they rest on either side of him. 

"You really don't–" You try to protest but you're cut off by Mikey's lips crushing against yours. He didn't want to hear you push yourself to the side, he didn't need the added guilt that had already been piled too high. His hands slide down under your skirt, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

Mikey always made your mind turn into a puddle of mush. His lips felt so hot against yours and the smallest amount of contact on your skin had your head spinning. This man owned you, without a doubt. Even if he was a shitty lover at some points, there simply would be no way for you to ever get away. And you certainly wouldn't want to when you're the only person who can get him to feel and show his vulnerabilities. 

Teeth grazing your bottom lip before sinking into it and pulling until Mikey released it with a pop, you instinctively press yourself closer and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent as if it were a drug. You knew what Mikey had in mind and when his fingers slowly inched past your panties to grab a handful of your ass, your body was already at his mercy as you bit back a moan.

Your hips ground against his lap, the need for him to touch you clouding over whatever looming negativity that lurked in your head. Mikey admired your tear stained face when he made you look back at him, he loved how your cheeks turned pink and your eyes darted away to look at the wall, his gaze being too much to handle as his hands roamed, one sliding between your legs and his fingertips grazing along your slit. He hummed approvingly when he felt the wet spot that gave away your arousal. It was just another thing to love; knowing that he could make you crumple without even trying. A single kiss is all it takes. 

"So beautiful and all mine." Mikey breathed, leaning in to kiss your neck before sucking on the spot so tenderly. You let out a whine, rutting your hips against him again, pussy aching for attention. "Love how you're already so fucking wet for me." Mikey mumbled, biting down on the tender flesh he's been marking while pressing his index finger against your clit. The sensation had you shuddering and wanting more, so much more. You needed him, you needed him to take the pain away. 

"Mikey please," You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders while you move somewhat erratically for more friction. More anything. You could feel his erection when he moved his hand from between your legs to hold your hips steady. It wasn't fair. "need you now." 

Your voice was like a siren song honestly and Mikey didn't want to keep you waiting, but he was enjoying himself much to his own discomfort. He decorated your neck with pretty bites and bruises, clear for anyone to see that you belonged to him. No one else. His eyes drag away from his handiwork to see the pure need and desperation in your eyes, yet he also still saw that damned lingering sadness. It simply wouldn't do. 

Mikey flipped you onto the bed, eyes wide and surprised as he settles between your legs, keeping them nice and spread so he can enjoy the view. "Tell me you'll never leave." He demands softly, hands rubbing your thighs gently, working their way up to bunch your skirt around your waist. God you were so beautiful. He never wanted to lose the privilege of seeing you like this. 

"Never, I'll never leave you," You lean up on your elbows, voice filled with sincerity and desire as you curl your toes as Mikey hooks his fingers under your panties to tug them down, leaving them dangling around one of your ankles. He has to suck in a breath at the sight before him, your pretty cunt glistened with your slick and he wanted nothing more than to just dive in and consume you. Though he held back, moving to press a kiss to your lips. 

Mikey didn't linger long, pulling away before you had the chance to lose yourself which resulted in a adorable pout adorning your beautiful face.

"Good, I don't know what I'd do without you." He says so softly, the mere idea of having to endure life without you being too painful to imagine. He undoes the buttons of your blouse and helps you take it off before making quick work with your bra. You were almost bare for Mikey, the only thing remaining was your skirt but that was fine. He cups one of your breasts in his hand and squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your hardening bud as you arched into his hand. 

The way Mikey was being so slow and sensual had your mind in tatters. So many feelings were slapping you at once, the pent up frustration and sadness, pure love and desire, you were crying again in no time. A nice steady stream of tears slipping down your cheeks as Mikey bent down to take your other nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling around the hard bud before sucking it tenderly. 

"I love y-you.." You blubber, body hyper aware of all that Mikey did to you. His mouth was so hot on your skin and the way he tended to your breasts, it'd be shameful to admit that you could almost cum from that alone. You just couldn't help it, you were deprived of this softness and it drove you mad, it made your body tingle and your toes curl into the bed. Though Mikey stops and looks at you, a thin trail of saliva connects from his lips to your nipple. He knew you were close, just by how your legs squirmed around him. So cute really. And the low whine that rumbled in your throat, simply music to his ears. 

"I love you too, so much. Only you," Mikey brings his hand up to brush his thumb across your bottom lip, freeing it from the way you were biting down to control your sobs. You were so beautiful even when in emotional distress, a cruel thing to say perhaps, but you were the most gorgeous woman Mikey has ever laid his eyes on. He felt so selfish and needy for you, even in his darkest moments where he pushed you away, used you like you were nothing more than a plaything. You were the lifeline to his last shred of humanity and he hoped tonight would be of some help to your troubled mind. 

"Tonight's about you, okay?" Mikey cooed and you nodded with a sniffle, eyes teary and still so full of need. Your body yearned for his touch, every little ounce of contact bad your body burning. You watched Mikey slip back down until he was settled between your legs. His lips connected to your inner thigh, slowly leaving a trail until reaching your drenched pussy, where his breath was so hot and heavy as he leaned in, tongue sliding down your folds. Your toes curl again before one leg raises to rest over Mikey's shoulder, keeping him close even though he has no desire to leave. 

Then ever so slowly, Mikey slid into your hole, going as far as he could while he reached up and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. The taste of you on his tongue was enough for his mind to go temporarily blank as he ate you out with such tenderness. As much as he wanted to let you cum alone with his mouth, Mikey had other ideas. Though the sensation had you mewling out, back arching as your body ignited. You were already sensitive without coming and you didn't know how you were supposed to last. 

And just when you were about to see stars dance across your eyes, Mikey pulled back to admire your drenched cunt and how your hole clenched around nothing. You grip the bedsheets and whine, moving your hips close to him in a desperate attempt to have him come back. Mikey holds you down, hands now on your hips again and he smiles at your pouty face. 

"Are we in a hurry?" He asked innocently, blowing gently on your swollen clit and the sensation causes you to shiver. Your head was running in so many directions, but you knew what you wanted. What you needed so bad.

"I - I can't help it," You whine, laying back in sexually induced frustration, mind swirling and imagining how Mikey's going to absolutely ruin you with softness...when he decides to do so, "make love to me– don't make me wait, p-please." Your voice stutters as the lump in your throat returns and you are so fed up with the mix of emotions hitting you in every which way.

Mikey hums softly before moving fully, taking off his pants and tossing them to the side, uncaring of where they land. Your eyes shoot down to his cock, mouth watering at the way it slaps his stomach, hard and tip leaking with precum. It's exactly what you wanted and your legs spread even more, cheeks burning as the smile on Mikey's face turns into a smirk.

"Such a needy baby, I love you." He's so soft as he adjusts again, hovering over you as he slides his tip along your weeping folds, smearing his precum with your slick and your hips thrust upwards, desperately– so desperately to feel him inside you. 

"No tease," You pathetically demand, eyes averting away from him and Mikey huffs, humored by how cute you were. It made him question why he treated you so poorly in the first place. But, he doesn't listen and continues to slide along your folds, tip teasing your entrance each time he goes down and lingers just to see you writhe under him. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Every ounce of your body was in need of attention. Your cunt needed to be filled by Mikey so you could be one with him. It's all you've wanted for awhile.

And just when you thought Mikey was going to torture you until you came, his cock slams inside you until he's bottoming out and letting out a shaky breath. You felt like heaven, your walls clamped around him and almost felt like they refused to let go. Your mouth fell, puffy lips forming a cute o as your chest heaved at the sudden, yet oh so welcomed intrusion. 

"Look at you, my beautiful angel," Mikey praised, hips steadily rocking into you, not too rough but not too slow. His cock slid out of you, just until the tip remained, teasing your hole before sinking back in. Over and over. You were trying your best not to fall apart, yet your lips quivered again and you cling to Mikey, hating yourself for being such an emotional wreck when he's being nothing but good to you. 

"S-Sorry– too much," You whine, tilting your head when Mikey buried his face in the crook of your neck. The way you were breaking around him, clinging for dear life, it made his heart ache. And his movements falter for a moment, but he quickly recovers and continues loving you because you needed this intimate reassurance. 

"Let it all out for me." Mikey urges softly in your ear and you nod, throat tight once more as you moan out pathetically because you're just so overwhelmed. Your body burned and the intense heat that pools in your stomach sinking down to your cunt, toes curling into the mattress and arms tightening around Mikey's neck, you were about to come undone. 

And just one deep thrust that hit your sweet spot had you toppling over the edge, creaming around Mikey's cock on a strangled sob. Your body quivered and cunt clenched around him, who hissed in response as his hips picked up the pace only a little to chase his own high. Mikey knew you were so so sensitive, body trembling and already working on another release because he's neglected you for far too long. 

"I'll– treat you better, promise," Mikey mumbles, groaning as he cums, painting your velvety walls white. Your eyes roll back at the warmth and you feel absolutely ashamed as your body reacts and your cunt clenched tight around Mikey, milking him for all he's worth creaming all over him again. 

You feel weak and tired, emotionally and physically, body falling limp as Mikey rests against you, cock still resting inside you, keeping you stuffed. It's exactly what you needed and you haven't felt this close to Mikey in a long time. Not even when he simply used your body like a toy. During those moments, there was no attachment, just greed. Now, your heart felt at ease despite how you still cried a little. 

Moving a shaky hand, you thread your fingers through Mikey's white locks and smile to yourself when you feel him kiss your neck. If he had it his way, Mikey would never leave this spot. This moment. 

Though, he does move to look at you, admiring how you seemed to glow through the tears. He truly loved you, more than anything in the world. He was just shitty at expressing himself, even more so nowadays. 

"Remember," Mikey started, brushing his nose against yours, "You are my world. I am nothing without you." He says, pressing his lips to yours so you can't speak, pouring all his love into you. He may be a broken shell or his former self, but dammit he'll do his best to make sure you feel loved. Losing you means losing the rest of himself and that thought alone is terrifying. 

You're at a loss of words and out of breath by the time Mikey pulls away, his dark eyes filled with love and life, something only you were able to witness. You let out an airy laugh and wipe your eyes.

"I love you, so so much." You say tiredly, exhaustion slapping you with full force. Mikey notices how your eyes were trying to stay open and as much as he wanted to clean you both up, he decides that it can wait as he moves off you, heart aching at the whine that soon follows. He gets you all comfortable in bed, uncaring about the mess that can be dealt with in the morning. 

Laying beside you, Mikey watched as your eyes finally lost the battle and closed, mouth opening slightly as you curled up onto your side, moving closer to him. You were the cutest thing and as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

"I love you most."

[parkersbliss]

Tough | K. Brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

warnings: blood, cursing, kaz being a simp

wc; 2K

synopsis: mission gone wrong… gone right?

prompts: 028: “hey, hey, hey, I’m right here.” 030: “you could’ve died!”

a/n: I don’t know how I always end up so off track

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

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“This is ridiculous,” Jesper hisses, looking between you and Inej. “Someone tell him that!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Tell Kaz to back out of a job? No way.”

“I prefer to keep my head,” Inej said.

Jesper rolls his eyes. “You’ll lose it either way at this point!”

“Jesper, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not! Do you realize how-”

“Shut up, Jesper,” Kaz scowled through the earpiece.

Jesper mumbles something under his breath, but you don’t catch it.

“How’s everything looking, Kaz?” Inej asked.

“One last round of guards, and then you two can come in.”

You nod, securing your gun in place as you stand up.

“If you two don’t come back, I told you so!” Jesper said.

“If we don’t come back, we probably ditched you,” You quip back.

Jesper scoffs, standing up. “At least I still have Wylan.”

“No, you don’t,” Wylan responded through the earpiece.

Jesper throws his hands in the air, “No one appreciates the voice of wisdom around here.”

“(Y/N), Inej, go.”

Inej takes the lead, climbing the gate and dropping safely on the other side. You follow after and make a run for the main entrance. You hide behind a column, holding your breath as two guards walk back to their posts. A hand sticks out from the opposite column on you, and Inej makes a hand signal that means go.

With what you hope are quiet footsteps, you emerge from behind the column and follow Inej to the hallway to the left. You patiently wait as two Grisha emerge from the bedrooms, and in the span of a few seconds, it takes the door to close; you both rush in.

Inej opens the closet, throwing you a kefta, and you gasp at the softness of the fabric.

“Do you think we can keep these?” You jokingly ask.

“Unless you want to be an even bigger target in Ketterdam: I’d advise not.”

“They’re bulletproof and warm,” You said, slipping on the blue kefta with red and yellow detailing.

Inej only hums as she slips hers on, which has green swirls embellished on it.

“Tidemaker,” You said.

“Inferni,” Inej replied. “Suits you.”

You both walk out of the bedroom, the kefta’s making it easier to walk through the palace undetected. The Grisha all automatically assumed you belonged there. They didn’t bother to take a good look at your face.

“Status?” Kaz asked.

“On track,” You said softly, passing by two Grisha’s.

Kaz nods on his side, dressed as a guard inside of the palace. He waits patiently by the door for the two of you. He can just barely spot Wylan in the distance, acting as a servant to the Queen.

She was too stuck up to ever notice or acknowledge any of the servant's names. Similar to the Mercher’s back in Ketterdam.

What snobs they are.

Kaz watches as you and Inej round the corner. The Kefta’s fit both of you surprisingly well. He nods at you two, giving Wylan one last glance before going to unlock the Queen’s room. His fingers and quick, and the lock cracks open in a few seconds.

In those few seconds, someone screams. You can hear Wylan laughing nervously before being pinned down by a guard.

Kaz instantly stops what he’s doing as you all watch the scene unfold. They disarm him, grabbing a remote and throwing it across the floor.

“Get back!” Kaz shouts as the button lands first onto the ground. There’s a moment of silence, utter stillness as you and Inej look toward the Queen’s room, and then it explodes. The blast echoes through the castle and shatters everything. Pieces of rumble rain down as the building begins to shake.

You slam against the adjacent wall, coughing at the dust and groaning. Blood trickles down from your forehead, and your entire body aches.

A low moan catches your attention, and you look up to see a crystal chandelier, cracks surrounding the ceiling it was attached to.

“(Y/N)!” You can hear Kaz scream as it gives way.

You don’t have enough time to get away, you know that. Your vision was still blurry, a loud ringing in your ears. You were too disoriented to even comprehend the idea of being pierced with the decorative piece.

But Kaz isn’t.

He lunges forward, tackling you to the opposite end and shielding you with his body. He’s holding his breath the entire time, counting in his head and reminding himself that it’s just you. If he lets go, then you’ll be dead.

Don’t let go. He repeats it like a mantra inside his head, focusing on the sound of glass shattering as you both skid across the floor.

Sharp glass shards pierce his jacket and skin, but he’s barely fazed by it. It gives him something else to focus on other than the feeling of you.

“Don’t move,” You said quietly, and you can see his eyes widen because by saints he needs to, or he’s going to pass out. “Kaz, if you move, you’re going to push a piece of glass further into yourself.”

He starts shaking his head because the feeling of you breathing under him is overwhelming. Your voice had snapped him out of his daze, and now he was fully aware and fully scared. He doesn't know why. It's you and you were the one person he wishes he could be able to touch, but right now, he can't.

“I can’t,” He whispers.

“Kaz, don’t.”

“Please.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here,” You assure. “I’m alive, okay? Just breathe slowly until I can get out.”

Kaz closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Every nerve in his body is screaming. It’s worse than the shard of glass sticking out of him. He can’t do it.

“Kaz!” You scream as he rolls off of you and onto the floor.

Almost instantly, the glass pierces through him, and he groans. There’s a huge shard sticking out of his stomach, and you can feel panic surging through you.

Your instincts overwhelm the pain, and your senses come rushing back to you. There’s no way you can grab the glass without cutting yourself in the process, and Kaz would bleed out before you can do anything.

“Kaz Brekker, don’t you dare die on me.”

“I’m not trying to,” He hisses back.

“Inej!” You shout, searching for the Suli girl through the rubble.

“A healer,” Kaz coughs out. “You look Grisha, call for a healer.”

You blink, still amazed how Kaz’s mind is still working, before standing up. “Healer!”

On cue, a girl with a red kefta and silver detailing runs over from the area where Wylan was. You don’t want to imagine how many others are hurt. Behind her is Inej, who nods at you, and you thank the saints for her.

“I need to get the glass out," The healer said.

You look at her, then back to Kaz. “Okay. I can do that. Trust me."

“What you did was stupid,” You said to Kaz, kneeling down by his side once more.

“You were going to die,” he protests weakly.

You slowly grip the glass tightly, trying to ignore the sharp sting of it as the jagged sides cut through your skin.

“You could’ve died!” You scowl, but Kaz could hear the fear in your voice. “You still could.”

“It’s better me than you.”

“No, it isn’t,” You reply, “Kaz, how can you not see it?”

“See what?”

“That I'm in love with you!”

His eyes widen, and at that moment, you grab the glass and yank it out. Kaz screams out in pain, shutting his eyes. “Fuck!”

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him curse.

The healer jumps into action. She leans over Kaz, and with a single motion of her hand, stitches him up.

She looks at you, and before you can say anything, she heals the cut on your forehead and the gashes on your hands.

“Thank you,” You said.

She nods, and Inej thanks her as well before turning her attention back to you and Kaz. “We need to go, like now. Wylan’s already running out the door as we speak.”

You nod, looking to Kaz. “Okay, can you walk?”

Inej hands him his cane, and he uses it to steady himself. “I can.”

“Okay… can you run?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice,” Inej said, tugging on your kefta and gesturing to the guards eyeing you down.

“We’re running!” You announce, taking off with Inej and Kaz on your heels. The guards immediately start pursuing you, and you try to lose them in the many hallways.

“Where the hell is Jesper when you need him?”

“Right here!”

“I’m here as well!” Nina shouts, coming to a stop behind him. “The Kefta’s suit you two.”

“Thanks.”

Jesper winks before beginning to fire as Nina drops their heart rate.

“I take it the mission was unsuccessful?” Nina asked, turning to run when the guards become too many.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jesper said.

“I would,” Kaz seethed.

“Yes, well, you happen to be the most pessimistic person here,” Jesper replied, firing a shot at an approaching guard.

“(Y/N) confessed her love for Kaz,” Inej said through labored breaths, finally reaching the exit.

Nina whirls to face you, “What?”

“About damn time,” Jesper grumbled, ignoring the look Kaz gives him.

You roll your eyes at him, grateful to see your getaway carriage on time.

“And then she pulled a piece of glass out of him,” Inej added, opening the door and hopping into the carriage.

“Oh wow, that’s really the cherry on top of it, isn’t it?” Jesper asked sarcastically.

“You guys are the only people that gossip while being chased down with guns,” Your driver, Matthias, chuckled.

“When else are we supposed to be doing it?” Nina asked, getting into the seat next to him and grabbing the reins.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize there’s a time and place for it. I’ll stop being a criminal and getting chased now,” You sassily replied, climbing in behind Kaz.

“Just go!”

Nina and Matthias don’t have to be told twice, and you all take off, leaving empty-handed, or so you thought.

Jesper and Wylan sit across from Inej, you, and Kaz. The curly-haired boy holds a bag tightly to his chest, and you’re not oblivious to it.

“What’s in the bag?” Inej asked.

Jesper grins. “Why thank you for asking. Care to share, Wylan?”

The boy rolls his eyes and opens the bag, revealing a crown.

“Oh my god,” You gasp.

“I told you we weren’t leaving empty-handed,” Jesper smirks, leaning back and ruffling his boyfriend's hair.

“How?” Kaz asked.

“Stole it from the queen after the explosion and quite literally ran for my life.”

“We taught him well.”

The ride back to Os Kervo is long, and most of the Dregs fall asleep, except for Nina and Matthias, of course.

Inej rests her head against the window, using her hoodie and scarf as a pillow. Jesper does the same, with Wylan resting on his shoulder.

However, you’re wide awake, not finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

“Did you mean it?” Kaz whispered, turning to face you.

His features stick out more in the moonlight, casting sharp shadows across his face. His blue eyes feel like they're piercing you in a single gaze.

“Mean what?”

“What you said before you yanked the glass out of me, or was it just a distraction?”

“Oh,” You said softly. “I meant it.”

“I mean it too.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

Kaz realizes he has to say it back. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he felt like a child once again. There were butterflies in his stomach as he speaks. “I love you too.”

“Is that so?” You ask, a slightly teasing tone to your voice, and he knows it.

“I don’t risk my life for just anyone.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“I also don’t offer my shoulder to sleep on to anyone.”

Your eyes brighten. “Kaz?”

He gives you a small smile, “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“If it means both of us get some shut-eye, yes.”

A slow smile spread across your face as you pull up your own hoodie, having shed the Kefta long ago. It was too bulky for you.

You slowly let your head fall onto his shoulder, and his breathing stutters for a brief moment before relaxing again when he can feel your heartbeat. It should freak him out, and it does, but he stays strong. That’s what you do for the people you love.

You tough it out.

That, and Kaz falls asleep a few moments later with his own head resting on yours.

— END —

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[sagittarot]

Venus Observations

Hello here’s another observation post from a Sagittarius sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising. Venus this time.

❤️‍🔥 Fire Venus’s and Venus in fire houses will literally become the light of your life. Very bright, warm, and generous people. Intense and territorial, would rather have fun than compete, the type of lovers to say “if you had to think about choosing between me and them, pick them.” I’ve seen a lot of them stay in tumultuous relationships though.

❤️‍🔥 Virgo Venus’s don’t get enough credit for the pure HEARTH energy they emanate. Very cozy and sensual. Down to earth and spiritual. Literally Gaia.

❤️‍🔥 Capricorn Venus please please PLEASE remind yourself how fucking BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL y’all are. It’s too easy to criticize yourself. Such spiritual depth and emotional energy, grounded and ambitious. Temptations and feeling stuck is common here, remember not to let yourself be overpowered and not to overpower others. …..Unless it’s consensual ;)

❤️‍🔥 Venus in the 1st would rather DIE than for someone to not view them as pretty and pleasant. They get SO insecure at the slightest comments. Very fun and creative though.

❤️‍🔥Venus in the 10th ppl- love, beauty, your worth is so more than status and money. You have the potential to build yourself and be so self reliant and successful, don’t just look for someone with money. That desire for cash is just a lack of inner security, my loves. Material is not the only need you have. You’re deeply emotional, let your devotion show.

❤️‍🔥 8th/12th house Venus’s, your love and loyalty is not a weakness. You are not flawed for how deeply you feel, yearn, ache, desire. You are not flawed for feeling like you’ve died and been reborn every time you’ve felt loss. Harness your pain and transform from it. You are strength and beauty and spirit. You are not alone on your journey. Don’t isolate yourself, it doesn’t keep you safe, it ensures the pain.

❤️‍🔥11th house Venus’s developing crushes on friends is no joke- but this also goes for libra/taurus on that cusp.

❤️‍🔥 I’ve known more fire Venus’s that stay in codependent and toxic relationships than water Venus’s. 💅🏻

❤️‍🔥I “talked” to a 5th house cancer venus guy for 3 days, in which he told me “not to expect anything” and I was like 👍🏻 and he IMMEDIATELY got incredibly attached and clingy and told me his life story and health problems. If I didn’t reply within 20 minutes he’d text me again. Definitely liked the deep talks and feeling emotionally heard though.

❤️‍🔥 The only Gemini Venus I’ve ever gotten to know extensively literally lied about their entire life story and blew up when called out.

❤️‍🔥 Aquarius Venus’s ETHEREAL AND OTHERWORLDLY. Literal gods amongst men. Ambrosia. A little biased bc my 7th house is Aquarius and so is my moon but the point remains-

❤️‍🔥 pisces Venus’s, venus-neptune, and 12 house Venus’s, PLEASE END YOUR RELATIONSHIPS BEFORE YOU LOOK FOR A NEW ONE 👀👀👀👀

❤️‍🔥 Libra Venus’s literally just want to feel pretty and flirt and sometimes are the cause of the conflict they love to avoid 🥰

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[the-tiniest-one]

Hello! I saw you asking for requests to be sent in. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for kakashi and gai (separately) with a plus size civilian s/o? Or one or the other? Thank you in advance ❤

MIGHT GUY

SO we all know Guy is ALL about 3 things. Youth. Passion. Protecting Precious People….and guess what? When you happen to cross paths with the Leaf Village’s Blue Beast, he trips over himself to let you know just how PRESH you are.

I don't see your status as a civilian as much of a road block for him. He needs someone grounded and with soft hands to hold.

Someone who will think he’s the strongest man in the world, a superhero.

He protects the ones he loves with his life and once you're in that circle there is no way out of this man’s giant heart.

You somehow enter Guy’s line of sight, maybe on a walk to class or work too early in the morning…. and from that moment you pass by and he catches sight of your pretty face, he is out for the count.

Now. Lets remember….Guy is CONFIDENT (sometimes more in spirit than in actual ability, he is the fake-it-till-you-make-it KING).

Also important to note: Guy is NOT the same as Rock Lee in his pursuit of women. He’s not about to blow every kiss at you from the jump or shamelessly confess everything out right. Don't get me wrong, he’s shameless….but Guy wants to be seen as someone cool, sexy, a real macho/mighty man... He wants to be slick Kakashi his eternal rival. He’s going to try to be velvety smooth….without success.

He would find any excuse to be in your eye line while flexing or saving a poor disguised student he employed for his contrived scheme, in this case... Neji or Lee in a dress from falling off a building LOL. (“They would be asking him to please explain again how this is training?”)------You might be a civilian. But Genjutsu of that level does NOT work on you LOL.

You are the one to finally introduce yourself to a slumped and defeated Guy after about a week of his adorable attempts at trying to bate you in with his goober acts.

“Hello, my name is (y/n). I was hoping maybe you would like to get a drink sometime?” you say with a half smile.

He would raise his head, teeth BEAMING….the power of youth always prevails!

Best. Decision. Ever. Guy charming and not to mention SHREDDED.

When he accepts your date offer, He would stand and grin, maybe saying something a little cocky like; “A handsome, war hardened devilish shinobi such as myself will always find time to satiate the voracious desires of such a heavenly woman so bursting with the essence springtime.”

He would be so so so respectful.

That being said, you're HIGH AF if you think you aren't making a B-line to walk by Kakashi on the way so Guy can tactfully walk by loudly so that his rival notices he’s with a cute girl.

He’s going to be the chivalrous type. The kind of man who makes sure your hands are around his giant bicep whenever he escorts you anywhere….which from this point on is almost anytime he is home from missions or not training.

Guy is perfect. He’s tall, JACKED, and such a sweet loving man.

He is obsessed with your shampoo. His nose is always in your hair.

Lets face it. Guy is 100% the most physical man that has ever walked the streets of Konoha. If you aren't big on touching, then his is not the man for you.

One hand will always be around your waist, holding your hand, arm around your neck, locked on your curves or anywhere else….respeeeectfully of course.

He will always be up on you and in your face so get ready for that LOL.

He will be proud of you. He will be boisterous to an exhausting level about your achievements.

He will be exhilarating in every way.

One of Guy’s greatest strengths is also one of his most unfortunate downfalls. He is wildly protective. Never underestimate his ferocity when it comes to you. You may have to communicate more than once where the line is when it comes to him watching over you. Even though you aren’t skilled in combat as he is, you also are not a child and he will take some time to learn what you require and what you don’t.

He always means well.

You have some faults and things to work on as well. Guy is tender as hell, an emotional, hot blooded, love sick fool who can and WILL take things you say to heart so be sure if you notice him freaking out or trying too hard to make you happy, to hold him and let me know often that he is perfect the way he his.

In the end all of the passions and butterflies that Guy provokes from your heart are entirely justified.

He will ask you to marry him after a date, probably at sunset, one knee, giant ring he spent way too much on.

He claims you deserve the world and you tell him that instead of the world “you would settle for just having his hands, his lips, and his heart.”

Do your best to return his love to the best of your ability because not everyone gets the chance to be loved by the Hidden Leafs Handsome Blue Beast.

KAKASHI

I’ve never seen Kakashi as someone who would end up with another shinobi bombshell.

Instead I think he would find himself interested in someone who is a total badass in another line of work.

Example; You first encounter him one day while advising Lady Tsunade on the information the Hidden Leaf Village (and a few others) pay’s your company large sums of money to collect, aggregate, and report.

Kakashi stands guard during the meeting, watching you speak with an eloquent grace and authority he finds captivating and maybe a little seductive.

By then end of the meeting he is curious about you...wondering what you thought of him, what you think about everything.... You never even look his way.

He falls in line with you as we escorts you out of the building, walking beside you in the otherwise empty stairwell.

You smirk and take the liberty of speaking first. “Did you enjoy the show Scarecrow?”

From that moment on he’s hooked.

Now I also don’t find the idea of him falling for someone with some FULL curves to be all that outlandish….He has never given .00000001% of a shit what other people think.

He also shares the famous Pervy Sage’s taste in “women he describes from research” and romantic books about women shaped like gourds so with that logic in mind….dude likes thicc, full, curvaceous women for sure. It's basically cannon at this point ;)

Kakashi is someone who has learned emotional detachment through pain. You are the first person who shows promise in tearing down those defenses.

Your relationship not necessarily a slow burn. Kashi isn’t a kid, just because he hasn’t fallen head over heals with anyone before, doesn’t mean he is a mystery to himself or oblivious to his feelings.

That being said, I do think he will protect you by keeping a relationship with you under wraps for the first year or so.

If anything EVER happened to you….he wont let that happen.

The secrecy could be hard on you at first.

Watching more than a few women flirt shamelessly with your Kashi is beyond ROUGH.

Especially considering most of them are tough as nails ninja women with perfect bodies. You aren't used to feeling threatened by other people men or women, so you have a hard time learning how to deal with it.

Kakashi is always quick to remind you that he is serious about your relationship though.

He looks at you with a ferocity only seen by people who are no longer alive. His voice is low and serious when he gets close and tells you, “(Y/N) You are my entire life. I will never leave you. I promise I am yours until the day I die.”

After a few times of him promising you that he really is in love with you, you believe him and can be secure in his word.

As his girlfriend, you take his breath away.

The way you speak, move, sleep….

Even the way you casually conduct yourself at home and in public makes him more than proud to know who you are. Let alone get to go home to you.

Guy is the first one to catch on believe it or not. He notices Kakashi peaking over the top of his book at you as you walk down the opposite side of the street. He’s known Kakashi since they were kids, he puts a reassuring hand on your boyfriends shoulder and vows without spoken words to protect you when Kakashi can’t be there….and Kakashi understands. It helps him sleep just a little better knowing he has help.

Stargazing on a rooftop one chilly autumn night, Kakashi grabs your hand and proposes to you with a small silver ring, slightly ashamed for it’s lack of a stone.

“I want you to be my wife.” is all he says and you wrap your arms around him whispering in his ear “You have had my heart since the first day I met you…. And you always will.”

His heart melts into a puddle at the sound of you telling him he will have a wife. Finally have family that loves him this much.

[theshelbyclan]

My thoughts on season 6

I promised a few of you I’d share my ideas and opinions, so I will, but first off I just wanted to clarify that these are just my opinions: nothing more, nothing less. Feel free to disagree, in fact please do because I love discussing these things, but most of all, allow others to disagree with you as well. I had very mixed feelings about this season, but some really loved it, and that’s great! Don't slag it off for the sake of

Okay here we go (might be a long one) with ALL THE SPOILERS

I’m gonna start with my biggest issue with this season and that is the fact that it’s changed so much: no more gangster legend but the hopelessness of history. We’re at this nihilistic stage of the story. I started watching because of the hope: working class boy managing against all odds to build something. But here we are, in season 5 already, using these real historical figures and fascism, so we knew from the very start that this working class boy couldn't change a thing because we know the atrocities of the war that followed. And I hated it. It was always about this gritty family, full of pain and despair, but it’s gotten too big with this plot involved. You can still win if you want to give your aunt a home and your children a future, but you can’t win against 1930s fascism. It’s hopeless.

Also, personal side note, I didn’t enjoy this season as such. It was slow and the cinematography wasn't my style. I just continued watching because I wanted to know how they’d end things.

That being said, I did enjoy the final a lot more than the other five episodes and it felt a bit more like the ‘olden days’

I’ve also really missed the family aspect of Peaky Blinders. This was just Tommy and co. Like half the season is Tommy walking around, thinking, brooding, and we follow him and just him. It’s one of the reasons this season was so slow...

I get that this was always going to suck, but I missed Polly. She truly kept everything and everyone together

That being said, it was so strong that Arthur was the one to avenge Polly. Such a heart wrenching but gorgeous scene and it was perfect. 

And that scene with Jeremiah, Arthur and Uncle Charlie, like they were back in France, that was truly the most beautiful scene in my opinion, when you see them sitting there in a row in the end? Oh man I cried. 

Also, I loved the two major scenes with Tommy and Arthur, the first one being in the cellar where they talk of their childhood and the second in Tommy’s office after Arthur finds out he’s sick. So beautiful, made me cry both of them, so strong. Paul Anderson I applaud you and your acting skills 

Ruby dies and I don’t see why. Is it because this will make Tommy ‘really change this time’? I don’t buy it anymore. Polly’s death did that already. There was no need for her to die. AND, but I think we all agree on that one, there was no fucking need to replace her by a fucking son after 5 fucking minutes.

The Duke plot was lazy, the kid was only there for a week and then takes over? Nah...

Sensation and abstract motifs are more important than plot or characters in this season. One main example is the character of Diana, because she to has hardly any function in the story. We already had Mosley as ‘the devil’, but Diana is just there to say shocking things. And this I will not have, someone spouting antisemitism for shock factor only. Because in the end, Tommy’s brought nazi’s together, bravo, and then the entire fascism plot just...stops. 

I get that Diana’s speeches are meant to be scary, thats’s the point in the story, but they really scared me, because antisemitism is so very much alive and growing today. I wonder if this is the right time to exploit that for television..

Also, a small note from the historian in me: the aristocracy would never use Tommy, like Churchill here supposedly does. Because they wanted to preserve the status quo and keep their wealth, which is why they feared fascists, but the only thing they feared more than fascists were the revolutionaries 

And, from the point of view of the Nazi’s why go through the hassle of letting Tommy think he’s dying, because in the international growing nazi movement, Tommy’s not even slightly important. Also, you could’ve literally shot him a hundred times over at the dinner table XD

Yeah, tommy having cancer was an anticlimax but him not actually having cancer even more so. And why did he have those seizures then?

So. Many. Loose. Ends! The main cliffhanger from season 5, who’s the black cat, and they never even considered Billy? Also, Jessie Eden? Finn half the time? Karl? BILLY BOYS??

The soundtrack was interesting. Some choices I didn’t like at all, but for example the use of ‘blackbird’ was beautifully done. Bit hit and miss this season

Freddie’s not Jewish, fuck off. You can’t use us whenever you feel like it when you’ve never even mentioned or hinted to it before.

I’ve mentioned this before so I won’t go into it for too much here, but I don’t like this new Tommy, but this new season had tainted my view of him unfortunately. Mainly, Tommy saying ‘P*rish J*dah’ broke my heart utterly. And he fucked a nazi, not because he had to, but because he could. Fuck you, you absolute cunt. 

Thank God for Alfie in this season

I was really, really, really pleased that Lizzie left Tommy. Sweetheart, you deserve so much better. No more crying scenes with nothing changed afterwards, just done. Go. Wonderful.

Tommy should’ve shot himself and that should’ve been the end

[the-last-kenobi]

*kciks down door* ReQuEsTs?!??! uh, 18. “Is it all right if I hug you?” with Obi-wan and character of your choice (please, this boy needs a hug so bad)

Hugs!!!! What an excellent ask.

Took me forever to pick a character though. I came this close to writing multiple hugs throughout the years but it would’ve been very long...

It’s still long. Whoops.

Note: I skipped the actual sentence and instead went for ✨vibes only✨

(From this various prompts list.)

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Obi-Wan is twenty-three standard years old, very nearly twenty-four.

It is a delightful stage of life. (It’s awful.)

He’s growing in independence, so close to Knighthood he can almost taste it. (Is he? Nobody seems to have a clear opinion.)

He’s receiving more and more solo assignments, and on his missions with Master Jinn, the older Jedi makes an effort to at least await the Padawan’s input before making a decision, sometimes even deferring to Obi-Wan’s word. (Only in public, though, is there a sense of equality. Behind the scenes, Obi-Wan is still very much the learner.)

He longs to be free. (He doesn’t want to be alone.)

The confusing clash of thoughts and emotions is, in and of itself, a creator of more clashing emotions, all resulting in a bundle of self-doubt that crouches near his heart, like a greedy bird, picking away at his strength and certainty when he most needs it.

Doesn’t your doubt show you that you’re truly not ready? the pestering creature asks.

Doesn’t your longing for freedom prove you don’t deserve it? it says, tapping against the veins of ice and fear that lie right against the heat of his heart.

Doesn’t your need to be reassured tell you that you’re too hesitant, too weak to be alone?

His desire to fly is wrong. His desire to be sheltered, even more so.

Both together, coexisting in his heart and mind, could quite possibly mean the one thing he had been dreading for over a decade now, the thing older Jedi, real Jedi, had put into words and addressed to his face when he was only twelve, only eleven, only ten.

You are too emotional, they said.

You are overeager, they said.

You are not destined to be a Jedi, Qui-Gon had told him. I will not train you.

He had, in the end, and Obi-Wan has been wondering in the depths of his heart for all these years of it had not been a dreadful mistake. As much as the Force sings in his ears Jedi, Jedi, Jedi, endure, Jedi, Jedi, it felt like everything he touched, everything tangible, argues back failure, weak, selfish, foolish, unwanted, not fit.

Obi-Wan is twenty-three, almost twenty-four, and he is years into adulthood and light years away from proving that he’s capable of handling it.

When will he be Knighted?

Nobody seems to be expecting it from him.

Do they know, he wonders, have they known since the beginning that I am doomed to fail? Has this all been a gracious attempt, a thank you for my actions on Bandomeer, and they have drawn this out and out and out as long as they can?

How much longer can this go on?

Still, there are moments when he is at peace, when Obi-Wan is sure. When he meditates, when he accomplishes something new, when he walks away from an assignment feeling unashamed when he translates his memories into a tidy mission report.

When he has one of his long talks with Master Yoda, or Master Windu, who despite their revered status have taken to talking to him more like a friend than a child, outside of the Council chambers.

When he remembers the Force whispering inside, Jedi Jedi Jedi Jedi, endure, Jedi...

And then, on one of the missions assigned to both himself and his Master - still the overwhelming majority of his assignments - he and Qui-Gon are separated during a violent uprising.

There are bodies in the streets and buildings are aflame; children weep over the bodies of their parents and parents cradle the bodies of their children and scream as if the sound is their only companion left in the world. The standing government has a point, the rebellion has a point, the civilians caught in the crossfire don’t say which point they agree with because they’re too busy screaming and perishing, and Qui-Gon is simply gone.

Obi-Wan, faced with the threat of further bloodshed right here and right now even as the air is still clogged with ash and flame and as another body topples from a rooftop in front of his feet, raises his hand in surrender and calmly proposes a truce, offering himself as a legal hostage against the government that brought the Jedi here.

Obi-Wan is led away with his hands bound behind his back and his lightsaber taken away, and though his face is calm, the furrow between is brow speaks of his inner turmoil, which sounds like tapping against the cracks in his heart and Qui-Gon, where is Master Qui-Gon, I don’t know what I’m doing, if I fail more people will die, if I fail it will be my fault, is this taking charge or stepping aside, am I a leader or a victim?

He spends not days, not weeks, but three standard months as a hostage. He spends a terrible amount of time sitting in a cell and pondering his uselessness, the gravity of his foolishness, but every time someone opens the door and escorts him out to hold parley with the leaders of the rebellion and the ministry of the planet, he holds his head high, tempers his fear, and speaks to them with all he has.

Which is honesty. Humility.

You don’t know what to do, he says. Neither do I.

We all know we must do something. No matter how much blood you spill and how much earth you scorch you will eventually come back here to this table to have this same discussion until either both of you are broken beyond belief or one of you has been crushed, and half your planet’s voice stolen away. And you will have sacrificed two of the Republic’s Jedi along the way, a black mark against whichever victor is left standing.

Or, he says, we choose to pass over the violence and talk here and now, and choose this again and again and again. You have already had your fighting. Your people are already hoping for negotiation.

Are you here for their sakes or to kill them for show?

He does not use these exact words.

He sews them into his brief speeches, hammers in the point sharply when he must, weaves the common thread over and over again.

He knows they fight while he is locked away.

But he believes, from the growing respect in the eyes of these people who hold him both by his and against his will, that he is making a difference. He must be.

And Obi-Wan is twenty-three, very very nearly twenty-four, when he finally walks free to witness the signing of a treaty like this planet has never had before, to witness the formation of a new government, and he discovers not ashes and mass graves when he sees daylight for the first time in three months — but instead, a city and a planet marred only by scattered battlefields, and marked more clearly by the way its people have fought to keep it clean, to keep it safe.

Children race through the streets, unafraid, because they have had real shelter during the war. It has not entered their homes since that first terrible day.

Neighbors from opposing sides of this fight and friends who staked no claim in this war mingle freely. Their smiles are a little hesitant, but they are there.

The dead are all honored equally.

It is leaps and bounds, it is a civilization that propelled itself through years of struggle in three months, and Obi-Wan is awed by them.

He knows it cannot be this way everywhere.

He knows that there will be wars where no one wants to surrender, or where one side will be so certain of their point of view that they would rather raise hell than cease, and he knows there will be people who resist them.

But today it is real.

Obi-Wan looks at his pale and clammy hands, the marks around his wrists where he was so often bound, and feels the way his limbs shake from months of too little sunlight, not quite enough food, and more than his share of fear and doubt and self-recrimination.

As he smiles for a camera that will record this moment forever, he glimpses Qui-Gon amongst the crowd.

Someone explains to him, when he asks, that his Master had been injured during the uprising and spent the first three weeks of Obi-Wan’s captivity in convalescence. The remaining time, he has spent on the sidelines, forced there by his Padawan’s actions. With Obi-Wan a willing hostage, playing negotiator and leverage both, Qui-Gon had no role except to mingle with the people, offer them comfort and aid.

Something Obi-Wan knows his Master loved, but — he had still stolen his Master’s role.

He had thrown himself into a stupid, foolish situation, and how many times had Qui-Gon teased him about playing damsel in distress? And here he has gone and surrendered of his own accord. What would Qui-Gon have done if Obi-Wan had led them all to ruin?

Obi-Wan slowly loses his confidence, his relief, his silver tongue, as the press and the people recede, and he and his Master walk to a room that has been prepared for both of them, as honored guests by this new government.

Qui-Gon says nothing to him.

They walk in silence for twelve minutes.

And then, as soon as the door has shut behind them, Obi-Wan finds himself pulled into a fierce embrace, one of his Master’s hands buried in his hair, Qui-Gon’s chin resting atop his head.

Obi-Wan hesitates.

Does his Master think him a child?

Perhaps Qui-Gon senses his thoughts, because the man pulls away briefly, still holding his Padawan by the shoulders, as if unwilling to let him go completely, else he vanish like smoke.

“Padawan,” Qui-Gon says, and his voice is loud and strong and brimming with warmth that washes over Obi-Wan like sunlight, like water, like an embrace. “Well done, my Padawan.”

And then he is pulled again into Qui-Gon’s comforting arms, and Obi-Wan breathes in and gives in, folding against his teacher like a child, and if a few tears stain Qui-Gon’s robes or drop into Obi-Wan’s hair, neither of them speaks of it.

Obi-Wan lets his Master hold him, lets go of fear and pride and doubt, and finds that he is safe.

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