#i think they all should hunt each other for sport. and end up in the most toxic self-destructive friend group ever.

[moe-broey]

Thoughts on Grima in FEH? I personally am a big enjoyer of this horrible little guy getting picked up by the scruff and dragged kicking and screaming into therapy by the summoner.

OOF... UNFORTUNATELY... I have zero complex thoughts about Grima 😅 I do think it's interesting, from the many Grima and Robin interactions in FEH, that there's almost this self-fulfilling prophecy to it, like Grima believes no matter what they Have to be this way. That all roads lead to this, and there's no changing it. And in believing that, they make it their reality.

HOWEVER. I do get really stuck on just. How they talk. Top Ten Least Effective Insults: Worm.

They are like middle school bullies to me...... at least in FEH specifically where they will just harass Robin to no end LMFAOOO (and anyone else they have a bone to pick with)

I do think they can have a little therapy. As a treat :) (they could use it.)

[waves-against-a-cliff]

After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - You won't be cornered in your territory and that's final. You begin to make little presents for your trespassers should they dare to enter your woods. Meanwhile, the four alphas find something very interesting...

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. The reader is officially a bad ass

Prologue

You stared down at the nest you had created and suddenly felt disgusted and angry. These alphas have stepped onto your territory and made you react like this. Three years of near bliss, despite the struggles, gone. The anger rolled over you in waves, it boiled your blood to the point you felt hot all over your body.

No. You weren't about to cower in your cabin and let some stupid alphas wander all over your territory. You were going to do something about it. You marched back towards your living room and opened one of the closets on the side of the hallway. You grabbed the bag full of supplies and swung it over your shoulder then looked at the shotgun leaned against the wall.

You hesitated only for a moment before you grabbed it too. Even in the times before the world ended you hadn't been one for conventionality. You preferred to be alone on your own property living your own life. And no alpha or beta, whether back then or now, was going to take this from you. You shoved the extra ammunition into your pockets and unbarred your door.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin and distantly you could still smell their combined scents. You pulled stuffing from a torn apart pillow and stuffed it up your nose. Happy hunting indeed, you thought as you stepped off into your piece heaven that would become their hell.

"Hey captain," Gaz said as they wandered through the very small town. It had likely been abandoned for ages. The first thing Gaz had noticed was that the windows were smashed in but the doors boarded up. Then he noticed the marks, spray paint in different symbols meaning something or another. "I think this place has been completely stripped bare."

Price hummed thoughtfully and turned to look around at the other buildings. All of them in similar states of disrepair but all with symbols sprayed onto them. He turned to his team, and contemplated their next steps. "Do you think they might still be around?" Ghost spoke up finally.

Price glanced at his lieutenant. They had stuck together when the entire world had completely gone down. First the electricity and then a disease. It apparently didn't take much else to throw the world into chaos. People killed people all the time before but not even Ghost had been prepared for the level of depravity some people dove to. Kidnapping local omegas, killing betas or hunting alphas for sport. Blowing up buildings and ransacking stores.

They had all stuck together as a pack since that was what they had always done. They wandered from place to place and it had taken them a little over a year to make it back to the UK. Bonds grew stronger and their ruts continued. They were all each other's support. Price considered the facts in front of them.

"Negative. I don't think whoever did this is still around," Price said as he eyed the pharmacy. The only building not having been closed off or marked with an 'x'. "Soap, Gaz, go investigate the pharmacy, me and Ghost will try to find any other buildings not marked."

They wandered around the town for a bit with Gaz and Soap meeting back up not long after they had departed. "Over tae counter medicine like Advil but nae much else," Soap tossed Ghost the bottle who looked over it.

"Not expired yet. Good find."

"Wait," Gaz suddenly said and sniffed the air. Everyone paused, Gaz had the best nose of them all. Able to sniff out any scents even days old. He walked over to a telephone pole that had a red smear on it and sniffed with his nose almost on the old blood.

He felt his cock chub up his pants immediately at the scent. At first it smelled like sweat and dirt but underneath that was a tangy, sour then sweet like a granny smith apple or a green grape, scent. An unmistakable smell of omega.

Gaz turned to the three other alphas, "There's an omega around." He grinned.

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[hippielittlemetalhead]

So... I lied about getting a full fix-it to This → Part 1. Y'all get parts focusing on different characters for now as Hop traverses his guilt trip. I won't say it gets worse before it gets better but... kinda in places? I promise it's a happy ending though!!

What do you want from me I'm stressed and depressed and I like making my blorbos suffer (a.k.a projecting my trauma instead of doing the healthy shit my shrink tells me to)

You've been warned... But I do hope you like it.

So here we have Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce Edition)

He goes to Joyce about it first. Thinks about her gentle herding of the trio that has become the Hopper-Byers brood. Thinks about how she put everything he was feeling about Mike and El and their giggling and the fucking door into words that kept him from looking like an imbecile (if he'd have ever used them instead of fucking it up 'winging it'). Thinks about the way her voice stays soft and kind of quiet even when she's spitting in his face about listening to her (and every time she's been right) and how that's translated to talking down government goons and wrangling the army of children that seems to get bigger each time they have to fight interdimensional terrors. So he goes to Joyce about what Murray said, the noise Steve made with That Look in his eyes and his bandages peeking out from under a shirt that looks like one of the Henleys he's been missing since coming 'back from the dead' and they dug out his clothes from storage. (El wouldn't let her throw anything out, not until she was ready to say goodbye. Thank whatever god[s] there may be she never needed to)

He doesn't expect Joyce to make a face like he suggested inviting Owens to family dinner. He doesn't expect the scoff and eye roll as her shoulders tense and her hands flex at her sides like she's about to let loose her (honestly really attractive) righteous fury. About the Harrington kid.

Maybe he should have asked when the kids weren't home. Before El quietly told them the bullying wasn't as bad as it was in California but some people still made fun of how she spoke and how all of her friends were boys (and just as quietly asked they not do anything. Asked that they let her and The Party handle it until they couldn't). Before Will came home sulking about something idiotic Mike said or did or something the kid missed (though lately the latest Wheeler mistake is followed by bashful mention of the Emerson kid doing something specifically to make Will feel better in the moment). Before Jonathan came home from 'job hunting' or 'volunteering at the school's relief center' reeking of weed and his long-haired friend in tow (less than usual but still enough to make Joyce feel guilty for missing it for so long, for making the boy grow up so fast that he spends his days out of his mind instead of the weekend bender like when they were kids). Before The Party had come by with what homework the school was still giving out and talking over each other about all the latest small-town gossip a teenager can get their hands on (Eddie's name has been cleared but he's still laid up at the hospital. Susan Mayfield has been noticeably absent according to every nosy housewife in Hawkins considering her daughter is in a coma. The Hagans, Carvers, Perkins and a handful of other 'well to do' families have skipped town taking most of the sports population with them. Steve has been letting people displaced by the damage crash at the Harrington mansion. Steve has kept up hours at Family Video somehow and is a regular volunteer at the various relief centers in town. Steve has been giving all of them rides and may have told Dustin he's thinking of trading in the Beemer for a bigger vehicle for all the kids and people he chauffeurs about. Steve keeps a room empty and waiting for when Max wakes up before her mother makes an appearance. Steve. Steve. Steve.)

He doesn't expect the way she spits his name like she's talking about Dick and Margaret under the bleachers over a smoke before the yard teacher catches them. The rant about bullies and broken cameras and trashed kitchens and dead monsters in her fridge. The crack in her voice when she crosses her arms to stop their shaking as she lays sin upon sin at this boy's feet.

And maybe before that would have been enough.

He doesn't expect the stone in his stomach or the burning in his chest as he looks the woman he loves in the eye and says "So I guess we should tell Nancy to break up with Jonathan before he pulls a Lonnie, huh?" It's a low blow. He knows from the hurt anger on her face and on the purse of her lips. He knows that's why he said it. "That kid is lucky to be alive let alone walking and have we ever even thanked him for keeping the fucking kids alive each time they pull their dumb shit when the world goes to hell? Does that sound like anything his folks would have ever done for us? Hell for their own fucking kid they practically signed over to ME of all people?"

He's shaking now too and Joyce has her hands fluttering between them like she wants to reach out. To touch, comfort. Pull him close and tell him to take a breath.

"He called me 'His Hop', Joyce" He barely has enough breath on him to squeeze the words past his tight throat. "Called me His Hop and watched Ellie and the kids when I just couldn't and you were at work. I don't think I've seen his folks in town since the mall was opened and all the donors had that big party. Don't think I've spoken to them since '83 and they made me the kid's guardian when they aren't around cause they didn't want to fly down for a government sized concussion."

By now he knows El and Will are peeking around the corner, their eyes wide and worried. Jonathan has his door cracked and Angus (is that the hippie's name? He can't remember) is whispering something about heavy auras. Joyce is staring somewhere off in the distance, wringing her hands and biting her lips like she's facing an interdimensional portal shaped problem.

"The kids are planning to have one of their games in a few days." Her voice is brittle in a way he's not used to anymore. Not since she pulled her youngest out of hell and faced down a demon clawing through her walls. "He always drives them over and- and disappears until they need to head home. I can make sure he stays for dinner. Like the rest of the kids. I know Claudia has been having him over so I- I can get some recipes from her that he likes."

Something in his shoulders shakes loose and he reaches out to pull her practically shaking from into his chest.

"I don't know what to say to him Hop. He's not Mike and he's not like either of my boys. In my head he's just always been..."

"Dick and Margaret's brat." He sighs out and rests his cheek on the top of her head as she nods and presses herself in closer.

He's aware of eyes on them. Confused and worried and judgemental and he'll pay that piper next. These kids taught him how to be a dad again once, they can do it again, right?

Part 3

Part 4.1

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Part 4.2

Part 5

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[destinationtrekk]

hello!!! vamp hunter anon reader again this will be my last ask for a while i dont want to annoy you lol i just really love ur writing ive been a longtime lurker <3

after reader and vamp! wesker’s last encounter i like to think both of them are conflicted. reader is flustered at the thought of what happened and avoids the mountains for a while to think. wesker however is kinda pissed. he is a vampire, a god. these feelings are beneath him, he can’t fall for some hunter.

one day reader is attacked by some other vampire during their “hunt” for wesker and end up seeking refuge at his mansion because lets be so deadass they both know at this point neither of them are going to kill each other. wesker is like ???? because really. out of all people you come to his lair?? he’s also a bit pissed. reader is his prey, the marks on their neck should speak for themselves. reader stays at his for the night just to regain energy while he plots to clear out any vampires overstepping the bounds to his territory.

btw reader didn’t leave without payment the next morning either he taxed them for blood😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

wesker only pretends to be annoyed that you showed up. like ugh, seriously? we used to hunt each other for sport and now you don't knock before coming into my house?

he's actually relieved you came to him for help. not that he would ever tell you, of course, but he keeps up with all the supernatural happenings around you, and he knew who was after you before you were even attacked. so when he sees the bite marks on your neck and the dried blood all over your shirt, coupled with your sluggish movements, he's pissed.

not only did someone touch his prey, but they also nearly killed you! by now he knows exactly how much blood to take from you without hurting you or affecting your abilities to protect yourself - he wants you performing at your best. he's also hungry himself, and he isn't going to take advantage of you when you can barely stand.

so he reluctantly sits you down and feeds you, taking care to clean your wound while you stay silent. it's odd, he thinks, since you're usually obnoxious and sarcastic, even when you pretend to struggle against him. at this point, you both know you enjoy each other's company far too much to put a stop to... whatever this is.

the next morning, after sleeping in wesker's oddly warm bed, he quietly sits next to you and takes a few sips just for appearances. he isn't hungry, thanks to his late night hunt after whoever dared touch what belonged to him. he bites you just for appearances - you don't need to know how brutal his kill was in defense of your honor, or that he's craving the warmth of your skin against his lips.

[meganehaise]

Late but here's my submission for free day of QuanYin Week. Enjoy!

Title: Delivery Free of Charge Relationship: Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu (Getting to know each other) Summary: Yin Yu unwillingly tries a dating app, if any so Jian Yu can finally shut up about his love life. Among the myriad of suitors, a strange profile comes up, with only a blurry pic and a description that seems like a joke. Jian Yu thinks it’s funny and likes it in Yin Yu’s stead. Yin Yu doesn’t think it’s funny at all. Jian Yu thinks it’s even funnier that it’s the only match Yin Yu gets. Yin Yu... Yin Yu just wants to delete the app. Read on AO3

“Swipe left,” Jian Yu said.

Yin Yu glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why?”

“Photos of trips and high-end cars? Income of 6 zeroes? Obvious catfish. Goodbye.”

Yin Yu twisted his mouth but did as told. Next one was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. He was in a suit, looking like your regular office worker.

“Left!” Jian Yu grimaced. “Over forty are always divorced, with kids, and want to try weird kinks. No-no.”

Yin Yu furrowed his eyebrows as he swiped left. Next was a guy around his age. He was muscular and had a cocky smile. Not really Yin Yu’s type, but could still be considered as an option.

“Ugh, no.” Jian Yu didn’t even wait for Yin Yu and swiped left himself. “Jocks. Hate those.”

“Enough,” Yin Yu scoffed. “I thought you wanted me to date someone. This won’t get me anywhere.”

“Yes, date someone decent, not just any loser!” Jian Yu flicked a finger to Yin Yu’s forehead. “We’re doing this seriously. You’re looking for a committed relationship. Most of the guys here want a hookup. So, yes, as the good friend I am, I’m helping you filter the trash.”

Yin Yu pinched the bridge of his nose. He was already regretting doing this.

Jian Yu had been nagging him for years about his nonexistent love life. Yin Yu had had good excuses before: He wanted to focus on his studies, he preferred to enjoy his college life single, he had no time with his part-time job, he was busy job-hunting, or you know, he might not like girls at all and didn’t know what to do about it!

When the awkward conversation about his orientation came up, Jian Yu had nodded and patted his shoulder. “You should try online dating” was the only thing his friend had to say about the matter. Yin Yu didn’t know if he should have felt grateful or not.

Yin Yu wasn’t eager about using a dating app. He wasn’t that desperate to meet someone. Sure, finding other gay guys in the area was not an easy feat. After struggling with his identity for so long, going to mixers or bars felt quite intense to someone as reserved as Yin Yu. So, after Jian Yu’s insistence, Yin Yu finally caved in.

He had downloaded TanTan and opened an account. His profile was the plainest thing ever. Although Jian Yu told him some embellishment wasn’t gonna hurt him, Yin Yu refused to have people get disappointed with his real self once they meet. He simply wouldn’t survive the embarrassment. So, he put up three photos he thought were the most decent of his gallery, wrote a brief description of his hobbies and all done.

Yin Yu ♂ 27 Capricorn Looking for a serious relationship. I like historical movies, watching sports, and finding new coffee shops. If you’d like to talk, hit me up.

After that, he began searching for potential partners, but Jian Yu and his way-too-high standards weren’t helping at all. He had had something to say about every man they had seen so far. This one was a fake profile, that one was a scam, this guy was ugly, that guy didn’t ‘vibe’ with him. So on and so forth.

“Hey, he looks exactly like this Shen laoshi from my… Wait, I think he really is Shen laoshi.”

Yin Yu raised an eyebrow. “Coworker?”

Jian Yu was a teacher in a private middle school. It was a mystery how he had managed to keep his job with that personality. Yin Yu didn’t imagine he would have much patience for teenagers.

“Yeah, who would’ve thought. It’d be super awkward. Next.” Jian Yu swiped left.

Yin Yu brushed his hand away. “Let me at least decide for myself if I like him or not!”

“I don’t want you fucking my coworker!”

“I didn’t mean him in specific.” Yin Yu sighed. “You’re acting like I’m a child.”

“You’ve never been on a real date. Of course you’re in fucking diapers.”

Yin Yu felt his cheeks burn. He knew he had zero knowledge about dating conventions, but he considered himself a smart person. He appreciated his friend’s concern, but it was excessive.

“I can handle it.”

Jian Yu rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. But if you do something stupid, I’ll veto your TanTan privileges.”

Yin Yu huffed. He would find a man decent enough to make Jian Yu shut up forever about the topic. With that in mind, Yin Yu browsed through the profiles. This one was too old, this other had little interests in common, this one was probably the problematic cousin of someone...

Jian Yu stared at him. Yin Yu ignored him.

Even if he was doing this whole thing with a broad mind, Yin Yu also had set preferences. However, the more he looked, the more he realized that maybe his ideal man was too idealistic. Expecting to match with a handsome, sporty, loyal and romantic guy was going too far. Real guys were, well, human. Yin Yu decided to look at the profiles with kinder eyes. Yet, the next guy to show up was indescribable.

Literally. The photo used was an out of focus, zoomed pic of some guy turning around, so you could really only distinguish his brown hair and frowned eyebrows. Anything else was too blurry to make sense of it.

Jian Yu laughed. “What the fuck?”

Yin Yu read the short profile.

Qi Ying ♂ 21 Libra My favorite color is green. I like martial arts. I want a nice person.

Jian Yu laughed harder. “Hey, isn’t that just your type? Swipe right!”

“Shut up,” Yin Yu elbowed him.

“But you like martial arts!” Jian Yu tried to take the phone from Yin Yu’s hand. Yin Yu turned away, keeping the phone out of reach. “You have like two green shirts too! A match made in heaven! Hahaha!”

Yin Yu was not going to swipe right on this kind of profile. It was obviously a joke account. But Jian Yu, like any annoying friend, tickled Yin Yu, grabbed the phone and gave it a super like.

“Jian Yu! Are you serious?”

Jian Yu was crying from laughing so much. “I had to.”

“You’re an ass. I’m not doing this anymore.”

“Relax. One more, one less. It’s not like you’ll match anyways. Keep going, you’ve swiped right like 3 guys only.”

They kept on the hunt for another 20 minutes. There were quite a variety of profiles. Yin Yu could see he had gotten some likes, but so far, there were no matches. When Yin Yu tired of it, Jian Yu told him to stop.

“You won’t always have immediate matches, maybe over the days you’ll get notified. Don’t sulk.”

“I know.”

Except that the app beeped announcing one match. Yin Yu held his breath.

He turned his gaze to the phone to see that the match was…

Jian Yu doubled with laughter. “I told you! Match made in heaven!”

The match was that blurry guy.

Yin Yu put his phone down. Online dating was not made for him.

After that, Jian Yu was rightfully kicked out of Yin Yu’s apartment, but not without making Yin Yu promise to tell him of any other matches. Yin Yu agreed. He wasn’t expecting much, to be honest.

Although it was Saturday night, Yin Yu had had enough excitement for the day. He wanted to do nothing else but lay down and watch a movie. That was how Yin Yu’s weekends usually went. He put anything having to do with dates out of his mind and submerged himself in the fantasy world of the film.

The movie had been going for around 20 minutes when Yin Yu’s phone beeped. It was a new message in TanTan.

Qi Ying: Qi Ying, 21, libra, 15 km away. You’ve liked each other! Go ahead and talk about wushu, action movies or soup dumplings. Qi Ying: hi

Blurry Guy™ had messaged him. Yin Yu didn’t want to acknowledge the guy. Whichever reason he had to pester people online was not of his interest. Yin Yu decided to not answer.

His phone beeped again.

Qi Ying: ?? Qi Ying: hey

Yin Yu ignored it. Surely if he left it alone, the other guy would realize he doesn’t want to talk to him.

Against his expectations, Blurry Guy would not get the message and keep sending texts throughout the weekend. After each ping, a new message with the orange logo crammed his notification bar.

Qi Ying: hi? Qi Ying: 👋👋 Qi Ying: u there?? Qi Ying: what r u doing? Qi Ying: hey Qi Ying: let’s talk

Yin Yu went as far as to turn off the push-up notifications. Yet, somehow they kept coming through. Annoyed, Yin Yu activated the don’t disturb mode in his phone. Finally, he could breathe without any beep interrupting his day. The guy would give up, eventually.

On the fourth day, Yin Yu thought Blurry Guy would have given up, and so, he open TanTan for other possible matches. Unfortunately, no new matches were obtained. Shockingly, though, the messages from Blurry Guy were still incoming. Yin Yu was feeling bad for the man at that point. Why would he insist so much when he got no response? Yin Yu figured he needed a clear rejection.

Qi Ying: u reading my messages?? Qi Ying: answer Yin Yu: Hi Yin Yu: Sorry. I think we matched by mistake Qi Ying: really?? I’m sure I liked you Qi Ying: I like watching sports too 👍 Yin Yu: Oh, nice Qi Ying: so u didn’t like me? Qi Ying: u r the only match I got

Well, Yin Yu couldn’t tell him now that the jerk he called friend had liked the profile as a joke. Even if this guy was a stranger, and probably just fooling around, Yin Yu had a thin face. Jian Yu constantly scolded him for that. Why should he foolishly place others over his own comfort? But Yin Yu knew how awful it was to be put on the spot, so he didn’t want to do that to others. Besides, Blurry Guy had been waiting for a reply for days. It would be too mean. He could entertain him, just for a bit.

Yin Yu: My bad, I got confused Yin Yu: I did like you so it was a real match Qi Ying: ok Qi Ying: u like wrestling? Yin Yu: Yes Qi Ying: 😃

They kept chatting about wrestling competitions, food they liked and sports they practiced. The original apprehension Yin Yu felt dissolved with each message. He began to enjoy the conversation. Before he realized it, it was already 3 a.m.

Yin Yu: It’s late, we should call it quits Qi Ying: tru Qi Ying: let’s talk later Yin Yu: Sure Yin Yu: Good night

Yin Yu closed the app with a guilty conscience. He wasn’t planning on talking to him again. He felt sorry for Blurry Guy, but Yin Yu was looking for potential partners after all. Blurry Guy wasn’t one of them.

When he woke up next day, a message was waiting for him, though.

Qi Ying: I had congee for breakfast Qi Ying: I don’t eat it much but I remember u said u like it Qi Ying: It wasn’t good 😑

Yin Yu puffed a laugh. What kind of message was that? He began writing a reply and stopped mid-sentence. What was he doing? He shouldn’t reply. He had already decided so. Even if Blurry Guy had a distasteful breakfast, it had nothing to do with Yin Yu. He wouldn’t reply. No matter that Blurry Guy was amiable, making Yin Yu want to be friendly in response. No made do.

Yin Yu closed the app and put his phone down. He had already made his mind.

A minute passed. Yin Yu scratched the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he took the phone again and opened Blurry Guy’s chat window.

Although Jian Yu had said it as a joke, it turned out that Yin Yu and Blurry Guy had indeed a lot in common. They both liked MMA wrestling and shooter video games, they preferred salty over sweet snacks, they hated the humid heat of Shanghai, and they both were interested in men.

After the first conversation, Yin Yu hesitated several times on continuing his chats with Blurry Guy. He didn’t know who was the man behind the account, or what his true intentions were. However, their conversations never strayed from trivial things. No asking sensitive information, no mentions of meeting up, no dubious offers to invest in crypto. Yin Yu thought it wouldn’t do him harm to talk with him once in a while. Blurry Guy was straightforward about everything, which made him feel oddly at ease. Yin Yu could vent without fearing judgment, so he could be unusually honest as well.

Qi Ying: Yin Yu u like wontons? Qi Ying: this place has super good ones!! Yin Yu: Wait, aren’t you younger than me? Yin Yu: What’s with you using my name like that Yin Yu: Rude Qi Ying: ?? what should I call u? Yin Yu: Hmm dunno Yin Yu: You should call me ge at least Qi Ying: ok 🌟 Qi Ying: ge u rlly have to try this place!!

Like that, a message once three days became once a day, then it became multiple times a day. Their interactions grew along the weeks. Whenever Yin Yu heard his phone beep, he would immediately check their chat.

“Who is it?” Jian Yu asked one evening. He had come again to hang out at Yin Yu’s place.

“What?”

“You keep smiling at your phone. What, found a good guy?”

“No, it’s not that.” Yin Yu schooled his face. “Just a friend.”

“A friend,” Jian Yu raised an eyebrow. “Do you do that face when you chat with me?”

Yin Yu cringed. “Only my nice friends get a smile.”

“Whoa, I’m not one? The fuck you call when I went to take you out of that awful bar and—”

“Nice friends don’t mention things we agreed to never talk about.”

“Okay, okay. So just a nice friend, unlike me. Whatever.” Jian Yu rolled his eyes. “Then, how’s it going with TanTan?”

Yin Yu looked away. “Um… you see…”

Since that first mismatch, Yin Yu hadn’t gotten any other matches. Not a surprise since he refused to upload more photos to the app, didn’t update his profile nor went hunting for partners. He had straight up ignored the whole thing apart from his chat with Blurry Guy.

Jian Yu gave him an unimpressed look. “Of course you won’t find anyone like that! You’re not even fucking trying.”

Yin Yu knew Jian Yu was right, but dating apps seemed a mountain too high for him to climb. If he was honest, he preferred to find a partner through more traditional channels. Maybe meeting in a coffee shop he frequented, or reconnecting with an old acquaintance at work, or stumbling upon one another in a filled train car at rush hour. Just a casual encounter, you know. Was it too idealistic to hope for a relationship to develop that way?

Jian Yu wouldn’t have that. “Your perfect man won’t fall from the sky. If you want to meet someone you have to get out there and let everyone know that your piece of ass is available.”

He made Yin Yu go through profiles again and like the guys that looked decent. A couple of matches happened in the way, but Jian Yu furiously blocked them when it turned out all of them were bots that send links to porn. At the end, Yin Yu still didn’t get genuine matches.

“I think I’ll just give up on it.” Yin Yu sighed, not as disappointed as he had expected.

Jian Yu finally took pity on him and let the matter rest. If Yin Yu really didn’t want to do it, Jian Yu wouldn’t push it.

“It’s those guys’ loss.” Jian Yu tried his best at comforting words. “You’re too good for them, anyways.”

Yin Yu smiled. “Thanks.”

Well, even if it had been a waste, he got a chance to experience the thrill of online dating. Besides...

His phone beeped.

Qi Ying: I fell asleep in class Qi Ying: when I woke up it was over and there was another class ongoing Qi Ying: I think no one noticed I wasn’t part of that class Qi Ying: isn’t that funny?

Besides, he gained an unusual friend. That counted as a good outcome.

Yin Yu’s life went at his usual rhythm after that. Waking up, going to work, eating a cheap lunch, coming home, question his life choices, sleeping. Restart again the next day. It wasn’t a terrible life, just normal and predictive. That’s why, the occasional interruption of Blurry Guy’s texts made his days more remarkable, more interesting. They hadn’t talk for long—a bit over a month was hardly enough to say you knew a person—but with each message, Yin Yu felt like there was a real connection between them.

Qi Ying: got invited to a fight, but I have to finish a report today so I can’t go Qi Ying: 😞😞😞 Yin Yu: A fight? What? Qi Ying: yeah boxing match Qi Ying: it’s for the title Yin Yu: Ah, that makes more sense Yin Yu: It’s a shame you couldn’t go Yin Yu: Was it a date or something? Qi Ying: not a date Qi Ying: some friends got together to go

Yin Yu relaxed. Then, he realized there was no reason for him to feel like that. What did it matter if Blurry Guy had a date or not? There wasn’t anything going on between them. Yin Yu had to clarify that he wasn’t worried about such a thing. He couldn’t have the guy thinking otherwise.

Yin Yu: That’s good then Yin Yu: I mean not good that it wasn’t a date but good that your friends got together to go Yin Yu: You couldn’t go in the end but I mean it’s nice to hear you have friends Yin Yu: good friends I mean Yin Yu: Um sorry, please ignore all that Qi Ying: I’m not dating anyone Yin Yu: Oh Yin Yu: I see Qi Ying: There’s no one nice like u anyway

Yin Yu fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it. Then, he cringed at his reaction. It was just a casual remark; it didn’t mean anything else. Just making friendly conversation with an unknown man… It wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

Before his thoughts could get more messy, Yin Yu changed the subject.

Yin Yu: Want to tell me what’s your report about? Maybe I can help Qi Ying: really?? Yin Yu: Yes, I’m free Qi Ying: ok Qi Ying: thanks ge ❤️ Qi Ying: u r truly the nicest person I know

Yin Yu put his phone down. He wouldn’t accept that reading that had made his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t taking the words of Blurry Guy seriously. No way.

He’s a blobfish, he’s a blobfish, Yin Yu repeated in his head. I’m not considering him seriously because he’s just a weird sea creature.

A beep interrupted his musings, letting him know of an incoming notification. At first, he thought it was another message from Blurry Guy, but when he read the bubble, he was stunned. He had gotten a new match. After hesitating for a minute, Yin Yu checked who it was.

The profile that came up was of an athletic guy with a clean image. Short brown hair and a strong jaw. He enjoyed running, movie dates and meeting people. Although it was a boring standard profile, Yin Yu had found him rather pleasant. There was no sign of it being a bot, so he was surprised to see they had matched with each other.

The other person hadn’t contacted him yet. Yin Yu wondered if he should do it, then. He still thought online dating wasn’t the most suitable for him, but Jian Yu was right. He couldn’t keep on running away forever lest he put his hopes in hopeless recipients. He decided to take the first step.

Yin Yu: Hello Yin Yu: Nice to see we matched

The other guy wasn’t online. So Yin Yu left it at that. His stomach churned, quickly feeling quite sick.

A beep came through and his stomach did a whole 180° flip. Yin Yu held his breath and checked his phone.

Qi Ying: ge u there? my report is about foreign customs Qi Ying: u know any? Qi Ying: I looked up info but most were in english and I’m not good at it

Yin Yu’s stomach settled. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself. When did talking with Blurry Guy become so comfortable? It seemed that having Blurry Guy as a kind of almost-friend was good for the ever anxious him.

When he eventually received a message back from the athletic guy, he didn’t feel as nervous. He had just been talking in length with Blurry Guy about the newest B horror movie that was in cinemas, which helped him relax.

On the other hand, his chats with Athletic Guy weren’t as unique. They exchanged a few pleasantries and chatted for a couple of days—talked about cafés they liked and what not. Truth be told, Yin Yu didn’t find this man that interesting. He figured Athletic guy thought the same about him. Well, if it didn’t work, it didn’t work. Yin Yu was sure that’s how things ought to be.

However, Athletic Guy kept their conversation going through the days. Yin Yu wasn’t sure if that was good or not. At that pace, the other would surely ask him to meet. He didn’t know if he was ready.

His stomach felt like it was sinking. At times like that, he usually would text Blurry Guy.

Yin Yu: Hey Yin Yu: What are you doing? Qi Ying: at class Yin Yu: Oh, sorry Qi Ying: it’s ok Qi Ying: I’m bored

Yin Yu smiled. He had steadily learned this man’s way of being. Blurry Guy would get bored easily.

Yin Yu: No, you need to pay attention. I won’t distract you Qi Ying: it’s almost over anyway Qi Ying: I like talking to u ge

Yin Yu rubbed his reddened face. Well, no one would hate it if they’re being complimented. He could give the favor back.

Yin Yu: I like talking to you as well Qi Ying: 🌞🌞 Qi Ying: what are u doing? Yin Yu: nothing much

They talked about trivial stuff for a while. Then, Yin Yu excused himself to receive a package. When he came back, a new message from Blurry Guy came through.

Qi Ying: hey what are you wearing?

Yin Yu stared at the message. What? He found it strange, but still replied.

Yin Yu: Loungewear? I’m at home Qi Ying: nice Qi Ying: texting me from your bed then? Yin Yu: Yes... why? Qi Ying: ohh sounds comfy Qi Ying: I’m at school all feeling like crap Qi Ying: won’t you cheer me up? 🥺 Yin Yu: That sucks, hang in there Qi Ying: cute Qi Ying: I’d love to see that cute face of yours tho Qi Ying: why don’t you send me a pic Qi Ying: I’ll send you one back 😉 Yin Yu: Um no Qi Ying: feeling shy doll? Qi Ying: don’t worry this is just between us  Yin Yu: No Yin Yu: I’m not sending you anything Qi Ying: ah alright Qi Ying: forget that, I was joking

What the fuck was that? Yin Yu stared confused at the phone. He knew TanTan was a dating app at the end of the day, but he thought… that they were getting to know each other. Build a friendship and see from there. No, that was wrong. In the first place, he wasn’t considering Blurry Guy as a potential partner, was he? That’s why he was Blurry Guy. Not Qi Ying. Not a name that Yin Yu had learned so well by now. A name he had tried many times to give a face. A name he was too scared to link to a real face.

Beep beep. Two new messages.

Qi Ying: ge we should go out sometime Qi Ying: I wanna meet u

Yin Yu felt his stomach twist and turn. He realized he had gotten too comfortable with Blurry Guy. He could still be a dude making a fool of him or trying to extort him. Yin Yu backtracked through their messages and realized he had given a bit too much information about himself. This wouldn’t do. Jian Yu would mock him and tell him “Didn’t you say you knew what you were doing? Look at you! You shitted all over your diapers.”

Yin Yu panicked. He had to stop this.

Yin Yu: Sorry. I’m not interested. Let’s drop it Qi Ying: huh Qi Ying: u don’t want to meet? Yin Yu: It was fun talking to you, but I don’t have any intention of taking this further Yin Yu: I was just messing around Yin Yu: Sorry. Stop messaging me Qi Ying: I don’t understand Qi Ying: what do u mean Qi Ying: ge??

Yin Yu stopped answering him.

Yin Yu was so embarrassed. Why did he think he was being pursued seriously? Why did he take it all so honestly? The other party didn’t even have a photo in their profile. Jian Yu was right, he was too green and an easy prey. What a fool he had made of himself. Surely no one found him attractive. Wasn’t that why he had gotten 0 matches so far? Well, 2 matches. Blurry Guy and…

He realized he had messages from Athletic Guy.

Athletic Guy: Sorry if this is sudden, but would you like to meet? Athletic Guy: There’s a restaurant I’d like to go to. Athletic Guy: What do you say? :)

Yin Yu wanted to know if he was someone desirable. If there was even one person who could look at him and love him. Yin Yu needed to confirm it.

Yin Yu: sure, when?

Yin Yu was hesitating about messaging Jian Yu. He figured he better tell him now and not later. Jian Yu would make a scandal if he didn’t tell him about his upcoming date. With a sigh, Yin Yu opened WeChat.

Yin Yu: so I’m meeting someone Jian Yu: what Jian Yu: YOURE MEETING SOMEONE???? Jian Yu: WHO?????? Yin Yu: Met him through tantan. We’ve been talking for a while Jian Yu: and he looks good??? Jian Yu: good as in hes not a scammer right Yin Yu: I don’t think so Jian Yu: ... Jian Yu: want me to come? Yin Yu: I don’t need a chaperone Jian Yu: .....you sure? Yin Yu: Would it kill you to have some faith in me? Jian Yu: im just saying Jian Yu: dont want things to go bad for you Yin Yu: They won’t. It’ll be alright Yin Yu: I came to tell you expecting some supportive words but whatever Jian Yu: go 👏 get 👏 that 👏 bread 👏 Jian Yu: go 🎉 fuck 🎉 him 🎉 Jian Yu: or let him fuck you idk which way you do Jian Yu: was that what you wanted? Yin Yu: no Jian Yu: ill be waiting the full report of how shit went down 👍 Yin Yu: keep on waiting then because there won’t be shit going down and everything will turn perfectly fine

It all went wrong. Yin Yu should have known.

The moment they met, he realized he’d made a mistake. Athletic Guy didn’t look like in his photos at all. He seemed way older than the 30 years old he supposedly had. He was disheveled and was smoking a cigarette. Not the image that Yin Yu was expecting at all. Before he could think of going back, the other guy spotted him and quickly approached him. The guy smiled lazily and introduced himself. Yin Yu couldn’t run away now. They were in a crowded plaza, so he couldn’t do a fuss without ending up uploaded to Douyin. Well, Yin Yu thought he’d just enjoy the meal and leave the situation behind him.

But it got worse. Once they sat down in the restaurant, the guy ordered over 10 items. Yin Yu stared as the little table got full of food. The guy didn’t even try to keep a conversation. He simply ate and gave vague grunting sounds of acquittance. Yin Yu sipped his iced coffee.

That wasn’t the end of it, though. Before the man could finish the last of the things he had ordered, he went to the bathroom. At first Yin Yu was glad to have a moment to calm himself, but when over 10 minutes passed, he thought something was off. After 20 minutes, Yin Yu went to the toilet to check what happened, but there was no one there. He went as far as to check every stall, but the bathroom was clean. The guy was gone. Yin Yu came back and looked at the table full of plates. It dawned on him that the guy had run before the tab was delivered.

Yin Yu couldn’t do anything but sigh and walk to the counter to pay.

When he arrived home, the first thing he did was change into comfortable sweatpants and a worn-out t-shirt. He was eager to spend the rest of the evening wasting away, under his sheets and watching some movies, when his belly growled. Despite paying for the whole lunch, he couldn’t eat a single thing. At moments like this, the best balm for the heart was cheap greasy takeout. So, Yin Yu ordered a meal through Meituan.

Just as he did that, his phone dinged. Yin Yu saw Jian Yu’s name in the notification bar. He wasn’t in the mood to reply, but Jian Yu had this habit of sending message after message to annoy him till he replied. After the incessant ringing of his phone, Yin Yu groaned and opened the chat.

Jian Yu: so??? how was it Jian Yu: hey Jian Yu: heeeeey Jian Yu: I know youre reading this Jian Yu: how was your date Jian Yu: youre home now right Jian Yu: Yin Yuuuu Jian Yu: I’m coming over if you don’t trply Jian Yu: *reply Jian Yu: putting on my shoes as we speak Yin Yu: Don’t Yin Yu: I’m tired Jian Yu: oooh what happened Jian Yu: was he an asshole Yin Yu: He was alright but I had to ride the train in rush hour I’m dead Jian Yu: that sucks Jian Yu: send pics Yin Yu: ?? what? Jian Yu: send me the pics of yiur date the fuck did you think Yin Yu: I didn’t take photos Jian Yu: youre lying who the fuck doesnt take pics in a datw Yin Yu: Me Yin Yu: I’m not even sure if we’ll meet again Jian Yu: nah dont buy it Jian Yu: you take pics of the most boring shit ever Jian Yu: I know you have pics show me Yin Yu: I’m not showing you Jian Yu: come on man gotta rate your date Yin Yu: No thank you Jian Yu: uuugh just send a pic to knie this guy is okay and not a frwakinh weirdo Jian Yu: *know Jian Yu: *freaking

Yin Yu couldn’t tell Jian Yu the truth. If he did, Jian Yu would go on a manhunt to find the jerk and doxx him; but, even worse, Jian Yu would have the right to tell Yin Yu “I told you so.”

Yin Yu wanted everything but give Jian Yu the chance to laugh about him. He needed a picture with a real guy and quickly. The question now was where to find named guy.

A notification in his phone showed up.

Meituan Waimai · now Your order will arrive shortly 🛵

Well, Yin Yu knew where to get a real guy now.

He checked his Meituan app. On the driver’s profile, was the picture of a man and the name Quan Yizhen. The guy seemed young and fair looking. Yin Yu couldn’t tell more from the small profile picture, but at this point, he couldn’t be picky. He had to convince this delivery guy to take a picture with him.

After what seemed the longest five minutes of Yin Yu’s life, the doorbell rang. His phone also dinged. His food had arrived.

Steeling his nerves, and repeating in his mind the words he would use, Yin Yu opened the door. As he looked at the delivery guy, his brain filled with white noise. Scratch fair looking, this delivery guy was probably the most handsome man Yin Yu had ever seen.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. He had seen plenty of handsome guys—he was acquainted with Hua Cheng after all—but none had teared a reaction so visceral from him as the one standing before his door.

The man was tall, around Yin Yu’s own stature. He was well built, not a broad figure, but it was obvious he trained regularly. His head was full of curly locks that in anyone else might have looked like a disordered bird nest, but in this man it looked like a chic disheveled style.

“Food,” the stupidly handsome man said, bringing the package up to attention. He was looking down at his phone. “Are you Yin—” He furrowed his eyebrows, then he glanced up. His eyes—beautiful big amber eyes—widened. “Yin Yu?”

“Huh?” Yin Yu said stupidly in awe.

“It’s you...”

It took a moment for Yin Yu to process the words. “Oh, yes. I’m Yin Yu. I ordered that.”

He showed his phone with the delivery app opened. Yin Yu’s cheeks were burning. He mentally berated himself for losing his brain cells to a pretty face.

“No,” the delivery guy said. “I mean, it’s you, ge!”

Yin Yu was confused now. “Excuse me?”

“It’s me! Quan Yizhen.”

“Um, yes? I saw your name on the app,” Yin Yu said, still not getting what this handsome man was trying to tell him.

“Ah, right. Didn’t use my real name. I’m Qi Ying.”

Yin Yu blinked. He must have heard wrong, he thought. There was no way that name had been uttered by this beautiful man.

“I’m sorry, who did you say?”

“Qi Ying.”

Yin Yu’s face sank. He didn’t hear wrong.

“Ge?”

“W-what?”

“Are you okay?”

Yin Yu couldn’t tell. He felt like fainting, so maybe he wasn’t okay. But, how else could he react to this information? He couldn’t believe it.

“You… you’re that guy? Qi Ying? From TanTan?”

“Yes,” the delivery—well, Qi Yi—no, Quan Yizhen said. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Yin Yu had tried before to imagine what Qi Ying looked like, they have been talking so much, so of course he would try to put a face to the man. No matter what he imagined, at the end, he only could connect him to the unfocused picture from TanTan. At some point, he didn’t think of Qi Ying as a real person.

But now, that same Qi Ying was here, very much real. He tried to overlap the blurry image with the man in front of him, but it seemed almost absurd to do so; he was so far from Yin Yu’s expectations. After all, what were the chances of coincidentally meeting your mysterious crush from a dating app and discovering he looked like a god? Totally nuts, had to be a lie. However, there was no reason for he to lie. He gained nothing out of it. So, Yin Yu was probably dreaming. That would make more sense than whatever this situation was.

“Say, are you mad at me?” Quan Yizhen asked. “You stopped replying.”

Yin Yu came back from his musings. He remembered the confusion, humiliation and betrayal that led him to stop chatting with Qi Ying. He now had a face to direct his anger to.

“You sent me a weird message, what did you expect?”

Quan Yizhen’s eyes widened. “Ah, that wasn’t me!”

“Wasn’t you?” Yin Yu looked askance.

“No. A classmate told me I had to be more forward if I wanted to get serious with you.”

“‘Serious’. So you asked... you asked for nudes?”

“I didn’t! He sent the messages for me.”

Yin Yu scrunched his eyebrows together.

“I punched his face when he told me.”

“You punched him?”

Quan Yizhen nodded.

“Serves him right,” Yin Yu mumbled.

“I told you in my messages,” Quan Yizhen said and his expression turned wistful. “I guess you didn’t read them.”

Yin Yu felt a pang of remorse, but he quickly stopped himself. He had already made so many mistakes. He couldn’t fall for this guy’s tactics now.

“Of course I didn’t.” Yin Yu huffed. “If this is some sort of game for you, I’m not playing along. Leave.”

“No! I’m not playing. It’s the truth.”

“Why should I believe you? I don’t really know you.”

“You do. Everything I told you was real. I was looking forward to your messages every day.”

The pang of hurt was there again. Yin Yu felt compelled to believe him, to comfort him. After all, he had gotten used to do that through all their conversations.

Still, Yin Yu shouldn’t trust Quan Yizhen. For all he knew, he might be making up everything. But in the remote case that he was truthful, then Yin Yu wanted to know one thing.

“Why was it me?” Yin Yu asked.

“What?”

“Why did you contact me in TanTan?” That had been a question Yin Yu had since the beginning. “There are so many men, I didn’t even reply to you at first, so... why? Why didn’t you even upload a proper picture? You would’ve gotten so many matches!”

“What’s wrong with my picture?”

“It’s freaking unintelligible!”

“For real? I didn’t notice.”

Yin Yu was speechless. He very much wanted to hit this guy now. “Just answer. Why me?”

Quan Yizhen bit his bottom lip. “I wanted to date someone,” he replied. “Everyone always tells me I’m missing out. I wanted to see if dating was that great. I liked a lot of profiles but only matched with you.”

Not surprising. Quan Yizhen’s profile seemed a joke, who would look at it twice?

“With time, I’m sure you would have gotten more matches,” Yin Yu said, however.

Quan Yizhen shrugged. “When I began chatting with you I stopped caring about that.”

“You didn’t have to settle with the first option. What if there was someone better suited for you?”

“Better suited?”

Yin Yu nodded. It didn’t have to be him. It was a mere chance that they ended up chatting.

“What are you saying, ge? We have so many things in common. You like wrestling and scallion pancakes. You recommend movies to me. You also remember the things I tell you. There’s no one better than you.” Quan Yizhen smiled. “Also, your face’s pretty. You’re as beautiful as in your photos, ge.”

Yin Yu’s mind went blank. “W-what?”

“A classmate told me that most pictures in dating apps are fake or edited, but you look the same,” Quan Yizhen explained. “Beautiful.”

Having those things said to his face made Yin Yu go red. It was unreal to have such a handsome man call him beautiful. This definitely had to be a dream.

In that moment, Quan Yizhen’s phone made a sound. He took a look at it.

“Ah! Ge, I have to give you your food. Time’s almost up.”

Yin Yu had forgotten all about the food until that moment. He took the offered paper bag. Quan Yizhen tapped his phone a couple of times and then put it away. There was a moment in which no one said a thing.

“I... guess that’s all,” Yin Yu eventually said.

“Wait, ge. Will you talk with me again?”

“I have no reason to.”

“Give me another chance.” Quan Yizhen pleaded. “I won’t ask you weird things, I promise.”

“You want to talk with me that much?”

“Yes. I like talking with you. You don’t?”

Yin Yu couldn’t lie to himself. He enjoyed talking to Quan Yizhen, much more than he wanted to admit, but he hated being taken advantage of. If he was willing to give Quan Yizhen the benefit of doubt, he also wanted to have a insurance.

“I still don’t trust you. Take a pic with me.”

“Huh?”

“If you do, I’ll answer your texts. If you try to play me, I’ll post your picture and number everywhere.”

Quan Yizhen had his mouth hanging. After seeming to think it over, he nodded. “Deal.”

Yin Yu cleared his throat. “T-then, I’ll take it.”

He opened the camera app on his phone and positioned himself beside Quan Yizhen. Yin Yu had asked this kind of thing because he needed the photo. Definitely not because he was interested in Quan Yizhen, whatsoever.

“Come closer and... um, put your hand on my shoulder,” Yin Yu said.

Shameless behavior, Yin Yu admonished himself in his mind.

If Quan Yizhen found the situation weird, he didn’t voice it aloud. He followed Yin Yu’s instructions and put his arm around Yin Yu’s shoulders.

Yin Yu gulped. He held his phone high to take a selfie, but his hand was slightly trembling. With effort, he stabilized the device and even remembered to smile.

“Ready? 1, 2...” Yin Yu snapped several photos in sequence. “done.”

Yin Yu opened his gallery to check the photos. Quan Yizhen leaned over to see as well. Yin Yu noticed he was still touching his shoulder. He tried to ignore that and focus on the photo instead. He shouldn’t have. The moment Yin Yu saw the picture, he wanted to throw his phone away.

The picture was extremely awkward. On one part, Yin Yu’s face was completely pink, seeming feverish. His smile was forced and skewed. Being dressed in the old t-shirt didn’t help at all. On the other part, Quan Yizhen didn’t bother to smile. He had a fierce gaze, slightly frowning. His hand on Yin Yu’s shoulder was unnecessarily tensed, and, somehow, his figure was blurry. Yin Yu checked the four photos he managed to take and all of them had similar problems. In all of them, Quan Yizhen was unfocused. Yin Yu realized that despite being good looking, Quan Yizhen wasn’t photogenic at all. He almost wanted to laugh.

“Can you send me that photo?” Quan Yizhen asked.

“You want it? It’s not that...” Yin Yu couldn’t finish. Quan Yizhen’s gaze was so clear and genuine. He changed his words. “Sure, why not?”

Quan Yizhen eyes shined. Yin Yu found that it was incredible easy to read his expressions. How could someone like him even think of deception? Yin Yu was sure that he wouldn’t be fooled by Quan Yizhen even if he tried.

“I have to go now, ge...” Quan Yizhen made no attempt to move.

“Alright.”

“I’ll message you.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll reply, right?” Quan Yizhen pouted.

Yin Yu avoided looking at him directly, it seemed that Quan Yizhen’s gaze had a strange effect on him. In the back of his mind, there was a voice telling him that he should cut ties with Quan Yizhen. However, Yin Yu had given his word, he wouldn’t go back on it. Not with this guy that seemed ready to do everything Yin Yu asked of him—which in itself was a mortifying thought. He put a hand over his face. “Yes, I’ll reply.”

Quan Yizhen grinned. “I’ll message you soon, ge! Wait for it!” Quan Yizhen took his delivery bag and ran down the hallway. Then, he stopped and looked back. “Don’t forget to reply! See you!”

Like a hurricane, Quan Yizhen left in a flurry. Yin Yu stood in his doorway for a moment longer. He wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t just hallucinate the whole thing. However, he looked at his phone and the totally real photo of Quan Yizhen and himself was there.

Yin Yu went into his apartment. At the same time, he sent the photo to Jian Yu. Not even 10 seconds later, his phone dinged with three new notifications.

Jian Yu: oh for fucks sake a jock??? for real????? Jian Yu: is this your type? Jian Yu: Yin Yu I told you not to go out with jocks they suck

Yin Yu buffed at his friend’s dramatics. Before he could reply, he saw the notifications from TanTan piling in his notification bar. The truth was that he couldn’t bring himself to block Quan Yizhen’s profile even after he received those uncomfortable messages. Yin Yu didn’t turn off the notifications altogether due to the other chat he had. So instead he had let the notifications stay there, unopened. After hearing Quan Yizhen’s side of the story, he felt kind of guilty. His phone beeped then, and a new bubble joined the pile of unopened notifications.

Qi Ying · TanTan · now I’m so happy we met Reply Postpone

Yin Yu smiled bashfully. That guy was too much. Still, he tapped the notification and his chat with Blurry Guy opened. He read through the unread messages.

October 1, 2024 Qi Ying: ge?? Qi Ying: sorry a classmate was helping me text u Qi Ying: he said: u have to up ur game or u won’t get far Qi Ying: it’s my first time doing this and he has gone out with a lot of people so I thought he was right Qi Ying: but now I think u got angry Qi Ying: he thought I was talking to a woman Qi Ying: he told me: I don’t have experience with men so maybe I fucked up ur chance sorry man Qi Ying: are u mad at me? Qi Ying: also I liked the movie u recd me October 2, 2024 Qi Ying: ge Qi Ying: I want to talk to u Qi Ying: I’ll wait for ur answer October 4, 2024 Qi Ying: I bought the ice cream u told me bout Qi Ying: it was yummy 🌟 Saturday Qi Ying: hi Qi Ying: how are u?? Sunday Qi Ying: a friend told me: u should be sincere and apologize properly first Qi Ying: that way u can trust me again and reply back Qi Ying: I like chatting with u Qi Ying: u pay attention to whatever I write Qi Ying: it’s ok if ur mad Qi Ying: I’m sorry I was disgusting I didn’t realize Qi Ying: I just wanted to meet u Qi Ying: I thought we could have fun together Qi Ying: my friend told me: tell him that’s not an innuendo u don’t even get innuendos Monday Qi Ying: ge did u see my messages? Qi Ying: I’m waiting for u to answer Wednesday Qi Ying: I’m really sorry ge Qi Ying: ur the nicest person I know Qi Ying: I’m serious Yesterday Qi Ying: I’m sorry

Yin Yu wanted to be swallowed by a hole. He should have read those messages before. If he had, he would have avoided hurting Quan Yizhen, he would have avoided accepting the awful date today, and maybe he would have attended a nice date with Quan Yizhen instead. He couldn’t do anything about that now, but he could try to make up for it.

Today Qi Ying: ge it’s me!! Qi Ying: I’m so happy we met Qi Ying: I wanted to meet u since the beginning Qi Ying: I want to see u again Qi Ying: only if u want Qi Ying: what do u say? Yin Yu: I’ve been craving hot pot Yin Yu: You should invite me sometime

Yin Yu gripped his phone tightly. He didn’t know if things would go well this time, but he wanted to try without running away. He owed Quan Yizhen that much.

His phone beeped. A new message incoming.

Qi Ying: Yes!! Qi Ying: I know the best place!! Qi Ying: I’ll take u whenever u want

Yin Yu’s heartbeat was loud in his ears and his face felt too warm. He felt so silly. Was this how liking someone was supposed to be? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He had learn that he could be impulsive too. However, he didn’t know why, but he had the feeling that it might turn alright with Quan Yizhen. Yin Yu opened his delivery food, all hungry, and smiled.

His phone dinged multiple times. Yin Yu opened WeChat and read the first three messages before rolling his eyes and flipping his phone down. He took a bite out of a wonton. He would enjoy his food now. Love, friends, texts could wait until he finished dining. His phone kept dinging, but Yin Yu ignored it with glee.

Jian Yu: Yin Yu I told you not to go out with jocks they suck Jian Yu: was he nice at least or did he talk about his six pack the whole date? Jian Yu: idk what jocks talk about Jian Yu: wait a min Jian Yu: why is the dude in a yellow uniform????? Jian Yu: is he a fucking meituan driver Jian Yu: are you shitting me Yin Yu???? Jian Yu: hey Jian Yu: answer me Jian Yu: dont leave me on seen Jian Yu: answer asshole Jian Yu: im so confused was your date a meituan driver or are you sending me pics with a random dude just to spite me? Jian Yu: would respect you for that ngl Jian Yu: …are you fucking him rn or Jian Yu: you know what dont wanna know Jian Yu: would be fucking funny if you bang a driver after a date with another dude tho Jian Yu: good for you I guess Jian Yu: be happy forever after with your meituan driver Jian Yu: doesnt have my approval tho! Jian Yu: Yin Yuuuuu Jian Yu: youre rlly fucking him arent you? Jian Yu: no other swnsibekl reason to ignpre your best friend agter all!!!! Jian Yu: *snebsible *ignore *after Jian Yu: *sensibek Jian Yu: FUCK Jian Yu: thats it im out Jian Yu: anyways text me when youre done ill be waiting 🤙

[ms-nesbit]

Title: cosmic (a jason todd x reader fic)

Chapter I of ???

Rating: 18+ (eventual smut, language, violence i guess, and mention of past abuse)

Tw: abuse, violence, and smut.

Summary: 

y/n meets dick and barbara, who try to set y/n up with dick’s big little brother.

ao3

“Can you turn the goddamn air up?”

Gothamites were becoming increasingly brusque as the summer heat slowly suffocated them. Typically, one can notice the season in Gotham based on the layers of clothing (or lack thereof) that each resident sported on the Gotham streets; however, tube tops and 1970s-style track shorts were no match for the heat index rising above 115 degrees, an unusually sweltering day for the sinful city.

“It looks like Gotham is finally getting a taste of what the afterlife is gonna look like.” One resident snickered with a twisted smirk as he laid change down on the newspaper stand to pay for the Gotham Gazette. “Lotta fire in those parts, don’t’cha think?”

“I don’t know - never believed in the stuff.” replied y/n, who sat on the other end of the newspaper stand. She counted the dirtied coins and wrinkled up dollar bills before placing them in the register, sitting on the stool with a sigh. She glanced at the clock on the upper corner of the interior of the stand as the upper hand mocked her boredom.

Y/n worked at the newspaper stand part-time since graduating from NYU - she fled New York City, hopeful about Gotham despite her friends’ pleas for her to stay after the break-up.

“Y/n, seriously? Fucking Gotham?” Amulya spat the city’s name, her boxed wine almost out with it. “What the hell?”

Sarah shook her head, the wiry blonde strands going with it. “Is it because of the superheroes?”

“No.” Y/n replied, her voice less convincing than her face’s poor attempt at hiding guilt. “I just think that I want to see more than NYC.”

“Then go to San Francisco, for crying out loud!” Amulya stood on her feet this time, glass full of wine sloshing with every movement. “Or at least Bludhaven. I’m with Sarah on this one: I think you’ve finally lost it, hun.”

Y/n sighed as she stared at her flats. “I’ll come visit, I just… can’t stand being here after everything.”

Since moving to Gotham, y/n caught up on the news: Batman was a household name, due in part by the Gotham News and Gazette. His name was both a prayer and a curse, spoken by all sorts of residents as they pointed to him. After a couple of weeks, it clicked for y/n: Gotham’s incessant violent crime ceases to stop due to Batman’s no-kill rule.

One day, while job hunting (for the third week in a row), y/n picked up a thrown out Gazette paper, with a piece titled Are You There, Batman? It’s Me, Gotham by Keke Throwma. She read it, then clipped the newspaper article into a scrapbook upon her arrival to her shared apartment. The following day, she applied for a position at the newspaper stand, writing articles in her downtime on shifts (which was often - the digital age nearly extinguished the paper business entirely).

“Do you think it’s ever going to change?” Y/n heard from a passerby who stopped at the stand to read the cover page of the paper.

The man standing beside the passerby shrugged, but grinned optimistically. “You know, all it takes is implementing a rehabilitation program, which Gotham should fund!” His voice was as deep as his shoulders broad, and only then did y/n notice the badge clipped on the man’s belt. “Could I just get this one?” He made eye contact with y/n, his blue eyes soft and welcoming.

“Yeah, no problem.” y/n opened her palm for the cash as she watched the man remove the wallet from his front pocket.

“What do you think about all this?” The woman asked y/n, pointing to the newspapers.

Y/n blinked for a moment, her mind blank despite preparing for this question for months. “The rehab center wouldn’t account for people like Joker, who believe that rules are meant for breaking.” she counted the coins after the man gave her the money, and pushed a button to open the register.

“See? Thank you!” the woman threw her hands up, her buttoned-up top rising from her slacks. “Grayson, you’re the only person who thinks Batman is in his right mind.” 

“Not right mind,” Dick corrected, “just on the right path. Big difference.” He folded the newspaper and placed it in his armpit, thanking y/n.

“You’re Detective Grayson, right?” y/n leaned forward in her stool in curiosity. “And Commissioner Gordon!” she grinned, awestruck by the pair standing before her.

“Yeah, we are.” Barbara replied. “Y’know, people aren’t always this excited to see us.”

“Unless they have a loaded barrel and a death wish.” Dick added, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Sorry, I just see you two on TV, I hear about you in the papers, and I think you’re doing a great job of interfering with the vigilantes.”

Dick blinked quickly, pursing his lips as he looked to Gordon for her reaction. She beamed, “Yeah, I know a lot of people are upset about that, but from working closely with my father until his death, I saw the often fatal flaws of enabling vigilantism, let alone encouraging it in Batman’s case.”

Y/n nodded, following along. “Yeah, we studied vigilantism in a couple of my criminal seminars in school. Although Batman has respectful intentions for the legal system in Gotham, he isn’t contributing to the reform of the system, essentially being a catalyst for the cycle of retribution and re-offense for these criminals.”

“Exactly!” Barbara laughed. “Where did you study criminal justice?”

“Criminology.” y/n corrected. “At NYU. I moved here a few months ago hoping to get a job as a journalist, but apparently they’re all booked up.”

“Figuratively or literally?” Dick asked, quirking a brow. Y/n and Barbara laughed in response. “I’m not surprised that you weren’t brought on at the Gazette, if that’s what you applied for, but we could always use you at the PD, if you’re interested in some additional training.”

“Recruiting me? For the police? No offense, Detective, but I’d rather stay here in the sweltering heat.” y/n waved her hand.

“Don’t like the grunt work?” Barbara asked, intrigued.

“No, I love that stuff,” y/n sighed, “I just don’t… like the cops, y’know? Feels dirty." She looked around at the floor beside her, covered in old gum, trash, and remnants of rodents. “Dirtier than this place, I’m afraid.” Y/n realized what she said and quickly added, “No offense.”

“None taken.” Dick replied. “Seems like you should meet my brother. He is, for lack of a better word, ashamed of what I do for a living.”

Barbara nodded in agreement. “I’ve been over at their place for holidays a couple of times, and Jason hates him for it. It’s kind of funny, actually.”

“I don’t know why he doesn’t hate you! I don’t get why it’s just me!” Dick’s voice is irritated, half-laughing at his own words.

“I know, I know.” Barbara rubs his back soothingly. “We’ll get going soon, but we didn’t catch your name. What was it?”

“Oh, it’s y/n.” Y/n replied.

“If you want,” Dick’s chest rose as he took a sharp breath, “you can stop by at the station, and I can take you to the criminologist. I dunno if she needs an apprentice, but I do know that she needs help with a couple of cases.”

“Or you can just stop by Wayne Manor next week for the gala and introduce yourself to the PD.” Barbara interrupted. “It would be bold, but that way you can meet them, and possibly Dick’s brother, whom you might just like.”

Dick side-eyed Barbara, swallowing a smirk. “He might not even show up. He doesn’t like parties, and he doesn’t like cops. It’s like his worst nightmare.”

“I can stop by. Is it black tie?” y/n rested her hands on her knees as she watched the pair shake their heads almost in unison. “Okay, I’ll do that, then. I don’t like parties as much, but fuck it, I could use a better job than this.”

“Okay, we’ll see you then.” Dick smiled, holding up his coffee cup.

“See you then, y/n.” Barbara playfully grinned before leaving.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

I feel like I’d ship Wyler more if the Wyler fandom was more unhinged and really leant into the toxicity ya know. Because you can ship whatever you want, it’s a fictional relationship but they both ended season 1 actively trying to kill each other and also it would be really funny if they continued to remain super toxic

So for example, here are some Wyler headcanons I believe the Wyler fandom should adopt (just a suggestion do what you want idc):

- Wednesday exclusively refers to Tyler as ‘bitch boy’ or ‘shit head’

- Wednesday once got Tyler arrested by pretending he had kidnap her in public because she was bored

- They’re that couple that has really loud, aggressive arguments during important gatherings of friends and family (weddings, birthdays, baby showers etc.) making everyone present really uncomfortable

- Tyler can’t swim so Wednesday decided to push him off a bridge, she watched him flail around for 20mins as he made his way ashore while desperately trying not to drown (he’s now a mildly better swimmer)

- Tyler gaslit Wednesday into believing she started sleep massacre-ing when really he’s been drugging her post-dinner espresso, carrying her into the woods, covering her in animal blood and then straight up just leaving her there

- Wednesday starts wearing Tyler’s clothes to commit crimes and then leaves them at the scene

- Tyler pretends to flinch when Wednesday makes sudden movements around him because he thinks it’s funny that no one doubts she would beat him despite the fact that he’s twice her size and a Hyde

- Wednesday lies to Tyler’s probation officer so that he gets sent back to prison because and I quote “he was annoying me”

- Wednesday threatened to break up with him if Tyler didn’t transform into the Hyde and let her entire family hunt him for sport

- Tyler’s Hyde ate her stalker in a jealous rage after he wouldn’t take no for an answer and Wednesday didn’t speak to him for a week because she wanted to be the one to kill him

- Despite all of this they both insist that Enid should break up with Ajax because he looked at her funny once and their baby angel deserves better

[just-antithings]

I come from a culture that's pretty chill about nudity in some contexts. Saunas are a pretty big thing here, most apartment buildings have communal ones you can reserve, sometimes with certain times where everyone who lives in the building is free to use them, public swimming halls have them by default, although, okay, those are generally split by gender, summer camps have them, if your family has a summer cottage you'll probably have a sauna there, a lot of over-the-weekend events will have the option as well. Like, saunas are everywhere, going to them, including with people you don't know well, including potentially with people of genders other than your own, and people of all ages, is a pretty neutral thing to do.

And you don't, as a rule, wear a swimming suit or anything to sauna, you go in naked. I've been naked around strangers, I've been naked around family members, around summer camp counselors (and other kids at the camp), and so on and so forth. So like generally speaking, while i have some body image issues, I'm pretty chill about the thought of both other people seeing me naked, and me seeing other people naked, and nudity is not something I really automatically think of in a sexual way, like, people can bathe/go to sauna/otherwise wash themselves around each other and why should that be sexual?

And sometimes I find it extremely funny how many antis would probably find it sooooo wrong and disturbing, because frankly in my experience antis tend to view the world from a very, well, usamerican kinda perspective. Wonder how many death threats I'd get if I casually wrote a scene in some fic where some characters go to sauna and there happens to be children also there? Like, nothing weird happening, characters just talking about something plot-relevant, but they just happen to be in sauna, naked, relaxing in the warmth, and there's also other background characters there, some of whom happen to be kids. I'm almost tempted to try, just to see how quickly I'd get people hunting me for sport for it, but, meh. I mean maybe if I end up writing a fic where a scene like that will come naturally, which i might, i have some Aragorn & the rangers of the north fic concepts where it might end up happening if i ever write them...

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[purple-eyesgreydragon]

"Haro was weak! A true god would fight for their mantle, not give it up. All I needed to do to earn my crown and godhood from those Bishops, was to hunt. Every. Last. Lamb. In the world." - Brakkoro. (With his Mace.)

I've had the idea for a Cult of the Lamb 2 for awhile.

Cult of the Lamb 2: Missionary Journey

In it the Lamb decides to travel to reaches beyond the Lands of the Old Faith. Finding other gods to face and more followers to recruit. But they cannot do it entirely themselves. As there is still the main part of their cult to run. The Lamb recruits local, fellow bovine followers. Each gifted with a copy given crown, allowing them to wield vessel powers of their own. Their strength only able to grow by their own, and others' growing devotion to the Lamb. Able to call upon the Lamb should they need them. The Lamb's missionaries spread the gospel of the Lamb across the lands beyond. Facing vengeful gods of their own, who will not take the Lamb engrossing on their territory and devotion without a fight.

Brakkoro is the new God of the Hunt and ruler of the Frigridge Mountains. At first he was a mortal, barbarian, hunter, yeti of the frosty mountains. In his young life he hunted only what was needed for his family and tribe. But, over time the thrill of the hunt began to excite and enthrall Brakkoro. From hunting for food to hunting for sport. Brakkoro trained tirelessly so he could hunt and take down the mightiest of foes. Only now wanting to face the strong worthy hunts. After a series of slaying the fiercest creatures of the mountains. Brakkoro set his sights on the mightest monster of the tallest mountain, the dreaded ice dragon. While his family discouraged him, fearing his safety, and the tribe called him crazy. He would not be deterred. Wielding nothing but his mighty mace, Brakkoro climbed to confront the beast. The battle was brutal, bloody, and bone chilling. Brakkoro in the end triumphed, but not with losing an eye. Having returned to his tribe with the dragon's head, he had proven them all wrong. Surely if the strongest monster of their harsh land fell to him, there were none such creatures he couldn't track down and slay. Years later having heard word of Haro, the God of the Hunt having step down to the Bishops of the Old Faith, Brakkoro was outraged. To think he once respected the feeble deity. Believing himself the best, Brakkoro set off for the Lands of the Old Faith to face the Bishops. Arriving to their realms he began a bloody massacre upon their cultists and especially monsters. He demanded an audience or he would never stop hunting them. Seeing how swift the hunter's wrath was, the Bishops granted him the audience he desired. Demanding the reason for his unprovoked attack on their cults. Brakkoro demanded godhood, and become the new god of the hunt. At first they would not humor this foolish prideful mortal. But then having stated his unrivaled strength and hunting abilities, the Bishops offered a pact. Fearing the prophecy which foretold The One Who Waits' release. The Bishops were purging their lands of any lamb that could fulfill it. But there were surely lambs in the lands beyond to worry about. So they tasked Brakkoro with traveling across the world, to hunt down and kill every last lamb he could find. Only then would they give him the power he desired. So Brakkoro set out to purge the lamb race. He traveled high and low, east and west, day and night, slaying every last one of them. Feasting on their meat, and sending their wool to his tribe. After years of hunting, no one heard a single word of any other lamb that was not in the Lands of the Old Faith. Which the Bishops had recently captured the last, and would do away with eventually. Having returned successful, the Bishops had made for Brakkoro his own crown. Proclaiming him the new god of the hunt, successor to Haro. With their deal having been met, the Bishops told Brakkoro to leave their lands and never returned. Seeing has he got what he wanted and claimed impressive trophies from their realms, he returned to his home.

Now as the newly crowned god, his tribe and the rest of the mountains inhabitance revered him. Brakkoro's new power swelled with their devotion. His new cult and followers would now hunt for him and bring him offerings. Should the hunted offering please him, he will bless the meat with life giving nourishment. The meat would strengthen their bones, hone their senses, and even increase their life expectancies. Brakkoro also would bring warmth to the frigid homes of the mountains, to those who's hunted offerings pleased him. He can be a tough judge though, quantity or quality are required for him. Brakkoro would only take small offerings like hares or squirrels from children. Any follower who'd bring such feeble trophies he'd only deprive them of warmth and nourishment. The best of his hunters were the yaks, Brakkoro expected only the best from them. Word did reach him of the Bishops fall, and a surviving lamb become god. But he cared not now. Brakkoro had done his part still in their deal, and if they failed to kill a single lamb when he slew countless others, then they were weak. Brakkoro does wonder however would the lamb seek revenge, if they knew?

Brakkoro is known by many names. The God of the Hunt, Dragon Slayer, the Bloodlust Barbarian, the Lamb Slayer, the Hunter King, Yeti Monster, and Successor of Haro (His least favorite).

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag Week, day 6: Sacrifice

Works as a follow-up to my story from day 3, but each works as a standalone as well. This bit would take place maybe a month or so after that one

@inukag-week

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All's fair in love and (nerf) war

"We're surrounded."

Kagome's grip on her weapon tightened, and she sighed in resignation. This should have been easy; they had faced much worse threats in their time together; things that should have beaten, broken and killed them, and they had always come out the other side smiling, stronger than ever. The three little monsters had them on the ropes from the moment the fight began

They knew the terrain better, and they were small enough to hide just about anywhere. Meanwhile, their current hiding spot was the only place large enough to house the two of them, with Inuyasha braced against the entrance to hold it shut. Taking a deep breath, Kagome peered up at him, finding his eyes in the dim light that filtered through the musty air.

"How long do you think it'll be until they get bored?" she whispered, ears straining for any sign of the telltale giggles of their pursuers.

"Too long. Sango and Miroku should be along with backup, but we shouldn't count on them to arrive in the nick of time. We need to end this, now," he cracked the entrance, peering carefully out into the light. "Not that I mind all gettin' all cozy, but maybe we should save it for when we're. not bein’ hunted for sport.”

Kagome felt her face get hot, but shook her head, making a sincere effort to focus.

"Find something to throw. Make noise somewhere else, draw them away."

"Can't get a clear shot. Not sure anything I could throw would get far enough.” He closed off the entrance again, sighing softly before meeting her gaze. “Okay, I'm gonna make a break for it. Once they come after me, you follow behind and shoot 'em down while they're focused on me."

"What? Absolutely not! All four of you are faster than me, they'll maul you before I got a shot off!" she hissed, the fingers of her free hand clenching in his shirt. A warm, calloused hand wrapped around hers, and he met her eyes.

“You're the best shot in this fight, Kagome. And this is the best shot we have." His other hand wrapped around hers as well, reinforcing her grip on her weapon. She flashed a bitter grin, laying her palm flat to his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

"When did you turn into such a cornball?"

"Dad jokes come with the territory," he explained, releasing hand to touch her barely-distended belly. She sighed deeply, covering his hand with her own and leaning up to press a long kiss to his mouth, which he readily returned.

"You be careful. No unnecessary risks,” she ordered, barely pulling away to voice the demand. She felt his lips quirk upward, and he kissed her again.

"Not about to put the "dead" in “deadbeat”," he assured, earning a smack to the chest that made him laugh softly. Righting herself, Kagome tucked her body further into their alcove. giving him room to ready himself for takeoff.

“Ready?”

"As I'll ever be.”

He held up a fist, the other clenched around the grip of his weapon. Silently, he held up one finger, then another. When the third went up, he shouldered the door open, throwing himself into the open with a loud cry.

"There he is!"

“Get him!”

The little demons shrieked and cackled, taking chase without a thought. When they passed her hiding place, she emerged and took aim.

The first shot struck one at the middle of the back, and she went down with a cry of surprise.

“Behind you!” she warned the other as she tumbled to the ground. The second whipped around, but Kagome fired again before she could even lift a hand to her defense. Kagome's projectile found a home on the girl's abdomen, and she fell to her knees, laughing even as she clutched her chest.

“Nice shooting Kagome!”

The woman smiled as Inuyasha stopped and turned back to look at her, a proud grin on his face as he started to head back towards her.

“Inuyasha, look out!”

The boy.

Inuyasha only glimpsed him. That was all he needed to realize that the last one wasn't aiming at him.

Without so much as a thought, Inuyasha threw himself between them, taking the shot fired in his wife's direction.

“No!”

Kagome bolted to his side, the last of the enemy ducking out of sight as she raised her weapon to fire as she ran. When she reached him, she took a knee at Inuyasha's side, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Inuyasha! Inuyasha, say something!”

She lifted him into her lap, and he groaned softly.

“You guys are so dramatic,” the boy teased from his hiding place.

“Dramatic…?” Kagome asked, looking up at him from under her fringe, a sharp smile on her face. “Or distracting? Now, Sango!”

Another shot was fired from the other side of the barrier he hid behind, and the boy whined.

“Moooom! That's not fair!”

“Never forget how many enemies you're fighting, Hisui. Once you lose track, it's all over” she hummed, moving to scoop up the eight-year-old and smother him in kisses. He tried to argue and push her off, and shrieks of joy joined from the corridor between the fence and the side of the house. Miroku rounded the corner with a girl under each arm, joining them in the small back yard.

“Thanks for looking after them, you two. I hope they weren't too much trouble,” he greeted, setting his daughters down.

“Not at all. And even if they were, we'd deal. I'm just glad you two had a good time celebrating your anniversary,” Kagome grinned, hugging Sango when she set her son down. “Besides, I have to enjoy getting to play on my feet while I still can.”

“That's true. Plus, we're gonna have to get used to dealing with more than one brat at a time.” Inuyasha agreed with a sly smile, helping Gyokuto and Kin’u reload foam bullets into their nerf guns.

“What are you- wait-!” Sango whipped around to look between them, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“We found out a month ago. Told Moroha before sending her to her friend's place for a sleepover,” Kagome beamed, accepting another hug as Sango wrapped her up tightly.

“Oh my- congratulations!” Miroku exclaimed, clapping Inuyasha on the back before the two of them slid into a hug as well.

“I think we missed something,” Kin’u stage-whispered to her twin, getting a teasing look from their mother.

“Aunty Kagome and uncle Inuyasha are having another baby!”

The girls gasped, looking at each other and shrieking in excitement. Abandoning their weapons with Inuyasha, they crowded Kagome, asking a myriad of questions. Kagome laughingly requested that they keep it to one at a time, grinning over their heads at her husband. Moroha would be home soon, and she would probably have to answer all these questions again. And she would answer with a smile, content to revel in the happy glow that surrounded her family.

[illarian-rambling]

I heard ghost ship in space and came running :)

So I’m not 100% certain how your cast fits into the ghost ship unless I’m vastly misunderstanding what you mean by ghost ship but I’m here to ask questions all the same because I love characters. Here goes:

I’m going to assume at least some of the characters are either from or end up forming a spaceship crew (feel free to ignore this if not) so I’m curious what roles they end up playing (like who’s the captain, the mechanic, the helm officer, etc)? What ways do they suit those roles and what ways do they really not suit those roles?

What’s their goal? Do they all agree on it? I feel like going out into the death void that is Illarian space isn’t something you do unless you have a plan of what you want

How do they react to the unique challenges of space? Like I love space, but the tiny living quarters, lack of natural light or nature of any kind, spending time in a small environment with the same five people, rationing, knowledge that any minor damage to your ship could kill you… it’s not for the faint of heart. Are they used to it? How do they cope (or not)?

I hope some of these help the brainstorming :)

This helps so much, thank you!

So, by ghost ship, I mean the characters for this are gonna be ghosts. Essentially, the vague idea is that some mages on Illaros found out that there's this 'mysterious wall' at the edge of their solar system, and they want to launch a ship into space to check it out while also investigating some of the other planets along the way because yay first space travel! However, technology hasn't progressed to space suit level. The ship is actually just a wooden ship with a runic engine that they're teleporting into space via a teleportation rune etched on basically a manhole cover they managed to launch up there by putting it on top of a well with a bomb at the bottom. They know they don't have the means for survival up there, so what do they do? They go to a Chosen priest and ask them to summon up some ghosts.

At this point, the gods have a vested interest in this mission. A few ghosts might be small enough to slip past End unnoticed and find out if there's anything else in the universe. But they don't want to give up their best and brightest on what's likely a suicide mission, so they pick some screw-ups with a few skills to send instead, promising them a better place in the afterlife should they succeed. Some divine magic allows the ghosts to be bound to the ship and off the mission goes!

The thing about all these fuckers being dead though, is that they don't need a lot of traditional ship stuff. Especially since it's a magic ship that mostly flies by itself. I've got five crew members planned out, each with a role.

Faalgun Falani is the captain. He was a renowned Flying City pilot until his gambling addiction got him fired and eventually beaten to death. He's an uptight sort who tries to adhere to a code of honor, even though he often slips up. Out of all of the crew, he knows the most about space and the other planets, as the Flying City travels between planets frequently. I think he really wants to get into his religion's heaven to prove that he's not a total failure. Maybe he's got family or a lover there too? Who knows!

Nyda Burningrock is an astronomer who died about 400 years before the story takes place. She's Nabafyrian and has a bit of a complex about not being an adept fighter in such a martial culture, despite her rough and tumble nature. She was actually the first to theorize that the 'stars' move under their own power more than what's accounted for by gravity and the rotation of the planet, and she found a way to predict those movements, but unfortunately, she didn't write anything down or cite any sources. Her end came when she decided to travel to the realm of the Fair Folk to observe the sky there. She lasted about 15 minutes before getting hunted for sport by a fae lord.

Kaulakri Placeholdersurname is gonna be a sort of foil for Nyda, I think. She's a halawemavish selkie and the ship's cartographer, as well as a natural historian. She has beef with Nyda because mapmakers have been trying to replicate Nyda's method of predicting the unpredictable movements of Illari stars for centuries, but again, Nyda wrote literally nothing down. Kaulakri, on the other hand, writes everything down. She's neat and orderly and unfortunately wasn't able to get her comprehensive map of the world's ocean currents organized in time before she died of a random stomach bug.

Pashananath (Pash for short) is the ship's negotiator, for if they encounter any life beyond the wall of End. He's one of the Fair Folk and grew up in the Hive (a vast compound city ruled by a powerful fae demigod). His Contribution (an important concept for fae) was music. He was quite the musician, but due to his faculty for languages, he also worked as a honeytongue - essentially a smooth-talker/jester for hire in Fair Folk society. He died very young for one of the Fair Folk when another fae decided to kill him for playing a pitchy song. Pash isn't too mad about this (fae morals are weird), even if the rest of the crew things he should be.

And finally, there's Anarac. The scientists didn't ask for him, but the gods sent him anyways. No one knows what his specialty is because he never talks. He's the longest dead out of all of them and is one of the extinct Araunian people.

With such a cast, I'm hoping there'll be a good deal of tension. I don't think they actually know much about End (besides Anarac), except that the Chosen who summoned them said it's dangerous, so they arent worried about it nearly as much as they should be. I'm hoping that Nyda and Kaulakri can have a fun rivalry, while Pash might be the son figure Anarac needs, and leading these people to success will help Faalgun stop thinking he's a failure.

I'll probably structure it more episodically, with fun stuff happening at each planet they stop to explore. I have no idea what's gonna happen when they reach End's blockade, but I guess I can figure that out later. I think the main environmental problem for a ship full of dead people would be that if they get too far from the ship, they start to lose their ability to stay corporeal, then they just fade away.

Lmk if you have any more questions or suggestions! I think this really helped me with getting things straight in my mind, so thanks a ton <3

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Dear Vox, I have a Few questions…

So Vox what happened at Christmas?

Did your brother pull crap on Alastor like he did with you? Did he have nearly every family member in on it?

I mean you and Al could have hunted him down and have Al eat him for dinner(wait that is weird but then again I am going to continue)…but then again Al doesn’t eat garbage 🗑️ or junk food 🌭…And that’s what your brother sounds like…

A garbage 🗑️ bastard than again the rest of your family except for aunt(your aunt sounds like a saint and sweetheart) sound like that especially your brother… wait those people aren’t your family because family doesn’t treat each other like that…

I think that Al and Drift are your brand new family now………and that you really don’t need that type of negativity in your life anymore……have you ever thought Vox of going low to no contact with them……

P.s. think about it

-sincerely your unnamed fan……

@crazyshipper67 asked: Can we see the Chrismas incident? 👀

@crazyshipper67 asked: why doesn't Vox spend Christmas with Al? Friends spend Christmas together all the time.

Your honor, asked and answered! XD But I guess a bit of retreading old grounds:

We'll get to the Christmas incident eventually, but it's kinda a plot point to be shown later, so I can't actually show you guys right now. But as both Vox has said and has been explained, the short of it is that Al met Vox's family over Christmas, and they were absolutely degenerates.

They didn't have a term for no-contact at the time, but Vox fully intended to cut them out of his life entirely afterwards...but Al wouldn't have it. He may not like them, but he values blood family ties too much to ever want to be 'the thing' that ended Vox's familial ties. What he doesn't know, or realize, is that Vox's family was basically dead to him for a while now, and it was all mostly for appearance, bragging rights, and his own attachment issues. But the Christmas incident, and, very specifically, the fact that they went after Al, gave Vox that last push he needed the decide he's had enough. All of them, save Aunt Edith, have been cut off, except to the extent that he has to look like he cares for the public (sending birthday presents to his nephews and whatnot).

The reason why Vox spends Christmas alone is because Al and Vox got into a fight over Vox cutting his family off. Al really, really values family from his mother and he didn't think the incident was bad enough for that reaction (it totally was, even in isolation of everything else they put Vox through over the years). Vox refused to even entertain the idea of allowing them back into his life after that. They were at a standstill, and Vox, reading the writing on the wall, proposed a solution: he'll have them over for Christmas. Only for Christmas. That's what they settled on...except that Vox was lying. Again, he just refuses to speak to them. So, every year, he heads back up to New York, dresses the house like he's going to have a party, then stays in the empty mansion by himself until New Years. Al stays in New Orleans and has Christmas over his house or Rosie's. The radio station hosts it's own party, which was kinda brought up here.

Vox would love to spend the holidays with people who actually care about him, and who he loves dearly, but because of that little 'understanding' he has with Al about it, he can't. So, it's just been Vox alone for some time.

...and, no, Al wouldn't hunt Vox's brother for sport. He's Vox's brother after all, and he has two kids. Also, so far as Al is concerned, he doesn't meet the qualifications for his 'list'.

Also, also, just because Vox doesn't want to see his family ever again doesn't mean they don't go out of their way to try see him. It's all just for the money, fame, and power though, not any attempt the rekindle anything. That ship has long since sailed. (Think of it this way, Vox hasn't disowned them yet on account of Al. He's not married and has no kids of his own. If anything should happen to him, his parents would get everything...then his brother and nephews. And Vox has a lot of money, property, and a giant corporation.)

Sooo yeah, sorry I can't show it yet, but I promise we'll get to it!

Thanks for the asks though!

[calder]

"Some Tips for Exploring Skyline Valley"

Head to the lookout towers early! There's three of them in the region, and with the exception of one location (which I'll explain how to find in a moment), they'll reveal every map marker in Skyline Valley.

To find the one location the towers won't reveal, head to Hawksbill Weather Station and go straight through the facility to the other end. If you do this, there should be an undiscovered location marker that will eventually pop up, leading you to Three Ponds.

Nuke the region. The Storm and ICBMs don't mix, and firing a nuke at any point in the region will lead to the bomb detonating well above the ground. This will release no radiation, create no flux flora and destroy no players or CAMPs, but it will kick off the newest nuke boss in the event Neurological Warfare.

During Neurological Warfare, you're fighting three bosses at once and they gain resistances as they are defeated, alongside more dangerous fodder enemies. It's best to try and keep all three at the same level of health during the fight so you aren't dealing with the tankier versions for long. Also, Adeline’s (the assaultron camp ally) buff is immensely helpful for this event.

During Neurological Warfare and Dangerous Pastimes, don't try to camp on any sort of generator-type structures. Those will electrocute you and give a massive accuracy debuff and damage over time.

Dangerous Pastimes was providing improved repair kits during the entire PTS cycle on every clear of the event. This may have changed between the last PTS and the update, but I doubt it did, so the event is likely a fantastic source of repair kits.

Speak to Alyssa at Vault 63's door after you finish the Vault 63 main questline. You'll be taken to the door at the very start of the quest, but if you can't find it again afterwards, fast travel to the Slocum Joe's and head towards Sutton. Alyssa just has some fun dialogue after you finish the quest, but its worth seeing.

Boost your perception when you're working with Craig. Each part of his tasks asks you to find a trinket near a corpse, and having high perception (up to 12 with the last body) gives you a hint as to what to look for and where.

There's a Pioneer Scout scavenger hunt started at Camp Liberty. The note gives you some instructions on how to find it, but if you want to skip to the end by going to the north of the river's spring on the right side of the region and finding the rotted stump between three rocks , you absolutely can.

Within Skyline Valley, there are locations that will always spawn an Ogua and a Sheepsquatch (note that the sheepsquatch is non-legendary, unlike every other sheepsquatch in the game). I won't say where these two spots are to avoid spoiling it, but they do exist if you ever want to just kill these cryptids for sport.

Overgrown and fanatics are coming to daily ops, and bringing the aquarium and foundry with them alongside new rewards. Overgrown will not appear outside of the aquarium and fanatics cannot appear outside of the foundry; additionally, no Appalachia enemies will be found in these locations (thank you Gilpo!).

Ticket to Revenge saw a last minute nerf today without a PTS update. It’s now a furious, fire rate and weightless railway rifle that still has the doubled ammo capacity and custom mothman skin. It’s still fairly potent due to being a railway rifle, but the effects are far worse than the prior bloodied, vats accuracy and critical fill version (furious really hurts, but its okay for enemies that'll survive more than ten shots). The devs said that apparently the change was to ensure it’d be in a good place for ‘future systems coming to the game,’ so apparently they were thinking of game balance here. The thing definitely was brutally powerful before (might've even been overpowered), but it’s a shame this change happened at the eleventh hour.

Edit: 13. There's a small shed on the outskirts of Dark Hallow Manor that requires a key. The key in question is inside the security office of Vault 63.

[grison-in-space]

Specialization is so far advanced in dogdom that even among working lines there are divisions between trial and hunting or herding dogs. Whereas not too many years ago field trials were merely a way to keep a dog employed in the off-season, they have become ends in themselves. Trial dogs, be they pointers, retrievers, spaniels, setters, herders, or hounds, tend as a rule to be possessed of high energy, drive, and speed. Some of the trials are timed events with scores awarded for the number of animals treed or flushed, while others simply require precise execution of prescribed tasks. Intensely trained and drilled, the dogs work close to their handler, taking direction from him or her.

Working dogs must be more independent. Situations on the hunt, the ranch, or farm are considerably more complicated and subtle than those in a trial, where the goal is to make everything uniform so the dogs can be measured against each other or against a standard of behavior—for example, whether a retriever can follow a beeline for a duck on the ground one hundred yards away and bring it back with minimal human direction. A super trial dog, trained to point one tamed bird at a time, might forget entirely what to do when in the field on a hunt it encounters a covey of wild quail intent on scattering to all points of the compass. Or it might face pheasants whose idea of fun is to keep moving along the ground, forcing it either to hold point over empty space or to engage in a kind of moving point, which its handler has worked to discourage.

Dog’s Best Friend, Mark Derr (1997)

I think this passage really gets into what @canisitsnotlupus was discussing the other day about working vs sport in terms of behavior. Here, Derr is talking specifically about gundogs, but the general principle is fairly easy to extend to other forms of working and sport.

In particular, the dog's attention to the handler is something I think tends to get amped up and intensified when tasks transition from the demands of work into the demands of sport. Sport rewards specificity and precision as well as uniformity and often speed, and dogs and handlers alike have to dedicate intense attention to one another in order to execute the tasks of the game competitively.

By contrast, work is longer, often more boring, and simultaneously more demanding: as Derr points out, working situations are less controlled and therefore likely to throw up unanticipated hurdles for the dog and handler alike. Working situations therefore are more likely to reward a wider range of successful strategies and styles, depending on the function to which the work is put and the specific demands and uses of the job.

Moreover, the jobs themselves are likely to vary substantially depending on local conditions, including local culture, technology availability, the social context of the task, and the local opinions about how dogs should be managed... and this can heavily impact the choice of breeds used for various tasks, especially if the breeders controlling the development of a breed with the same historical purpose are no longer engaging in that purpose. For example, I made a point about St. Bernards not being very good for SAR the other day, and part of that is the increased use of cramped vehicles and helicopters for transporting dogs over large surfaces and the necessity of navigating tight spaces and precarious ground for SAR dogs, alongside the ability to cover large swathes of distance in a pinch. The way we do the task has changed, and the ideal dog to perform the task changes alongside it.

Here's another point: jobs for dogs open up all the time. The wide range of tasks service dogs are put to, for example, requires a lot of complex traits. I would submit that no one right now is producing an ideal dog for mobility service work, although Swissies and Bernese are probably the best placed to enter that niche... and both breeds have small gene pools that don't have a ton of room to change and grow in accordance with the needs of the job, either. How big does a mobility assistance dog need to be? How long lived could we make big dogs?

The trick is thinking of situations where a dog brings value to the task without creating more work to manage the dog than than that value eases. For example, herd dogs and horses can be replaced with ATVs.... but they stress cattle less, and once trained they are easy enough to control, so the niche remains. The sensory capacities of a dog are hard to replicate, so many niches for dogs depend on scentwork (and sometimes dogs' hearing) today.

In some ways, then, the fact that we use dogs for tasks in day to day life so much less is partly a cultural failure of imagination and partly a delayed response to enormous changes in technology. But tech often comes with its own drawbacks. I wonder sometimes if obedience schools might benefit from classes designed to teach useful tricks, like the kind of guided retrieves that can result in a dog that can fetch a targeted object. For all the man is, ah, a bit terrifying and not good at managing arousal, Zak George's short-lived Superfetch show did a great job of showcasing this and showing off some of the genuinely useful things dogs could be asked to do and provide, like racing upstairs for a clean diaper.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Libra moon s. 🦋👗♎️🌝😍

The libra moon with the mother may be quite complicated because we have to look at the balance aspect of Libra or anyone who’s got their moon in the seventh house. Hello hello how are you? I’ so your mother may have been quite diplomatic. Also she might have had a obsession with relationships, and you might of felt that she put the relationship before you and a lot of the time I’ve noticed with Libra moons this has happened ,and then the behaviour rubs off on them, where the people who should mean more to them, mean, just the same as people they barely know this is why I struggle with labra energy a lot all the time myself, but I wonder how you guys feel in that skin your mum might have worked in law. She might’ve been a lawyer she might’ve worked in the beauty industry. She might’ve had to compromise a lot for love and relationships from her and you learned a lot about compromise she avoided conflict so you had a lot of energy in your house, where what you wanted wasn’t vocalised because nobody like put it out there and it must’ve been really difficult for you as a child to process those emotions ,. On the darker end of the spectrum, the Libra moon, mother may have put an emphasis on beauty and appearances and aesthetics on you, which may have been really hard for you, if you’re not that kind of type of energy, especially if there’s a square aspect, or an opposition aspect in one of the charts to each other . I have most of the people in my life are libra moons.and they have had this where their parents it’s all been about the relationship and the child is almost secondary to that toxic relationship. People don’t think you’re that deep, but you hide it all, because that was what you were taught to do being brought up by a melancholy passive parent . So you put an emphasis on your hobbies and your beauty, whether you’re being a boy or a girl or was your escape where you ruled by Venus or with your escape whether it be boys kinds of art which is like sports racing fishing, hunting guns, and as for girls, I’m not saying girls can’t be into that. It could’ve been building wardrobes or building outfits or building making pictures or renovations and stuff and that is their way to deal with the emotion overwhelming motion, they felt.lack emotions , indecision boundaries with you, so you went onto do things yourself a lot of the time and a lot of the time you raised yourself to your highest standard because you didn’t believe that your mother had that before you, she had too much of a highest standard for you, so you have it is passed on to you, on the light of end of the spectrum, she could’ve really wanted you to have a very good relationship life and wanted you to be settled in that way. She believed that relationships were a cause for things being great all the time when they’re so much more life than just love relationships and even friendship relationships, it could’ve been a constant balance between you, your father, and possibly even a step parent lot of the time I’ve seen it being a step parent and other times I’ve seen it being a long-term marriage to get what you need out of life. You need to express this to your parents, even though it may seem too late, but that’s not how it is. I get with family, that that’s a really hard thing to do, but you need to find a way of dealing with it through relationships and make you happy but also being okay with time alone and doing literally nothing.

The thing I have noticed with libra moons and something they might want to work on to make themselves feel better is you definitely bought things up and keep things close to your heart because we’re always seeing what we were learning so much from so young so like the age of six you’re taking so much And because your man is in labour which will relationships a partnership. Sometimes a partnership can be very toxic as partnership can be really tidy and everything you ever dreamed of.

You playing the clown for everyone and cheering up maybe that’s because you wanted that done to you you wanted to make the atmosphere less intense do it in your daily life but just remember it’s not your childhood anymore and this these things that you say and is dying always necessarily gonna come true. It’s where you tunnel your energy to on the darker side people can feel like you’re not coming off as sincere and all the nice scale. It’s not ,Nice boy is an act when it’s just one of your coping skills, like some people get verbal diarrhoea. Some people can’t talk and they will shake so we’re all different and we rbeautiful for all being different in these ways, just learn to love yourself when the silence stops when the laughter stops it’s okay and it’s okay to have them so silences on the other hand going to the other side of that don’t do the opposite way you hold it in too long with people and don’t, let them into your heart, especially when it’s someone you really are in love with that is when it. ’s hard for you to let somebody in always is crazy with that libra energy.

Celebrity examples

Kristen Stewart, Amber Heard ,Ariana grande , kate winslet, meghan market,Emma stone. Adrian Lima ,Alicia keys Alexa Demi , Fergie, George bush , Bill Clinton, Joseph Starlin, Evian Peters , Lily Allen,Walt Disney , Dylan and Cole spores .

Scorpio moons🌚😈🫤♏️🥀🦂

 And here we are now with the Scorpio moon, the intensity is fault beneath the surface, and from the energy they feel at themselves, so they feel like the energy energy is coming off them when it may not be, particularly like we said things can be interpreted in many different ways .

Say Scorpio, is it in detriment when it is in the moon in Scorpio, meaning that it doesn’t necessarily comfy in this moonshine it doesn’t feel safe. It doesn’t feel secure and in life that everything Scorpio craves. Scorpio men may often feel like they are innocent the crisis, whether it be externally or internally, but is a constant struggles to balance out this feeling of feeling they need to be in control of everything, or having a power struggles, a lot of them have had to transform and learn the debts of the truth and the hardest ways and things you can never even imagine people going through so, when it comes to the relationship with the mother is also another intensity for them, country to popular believe they haven’t all grown up in broken or battered homes. Yes, they may have grown up in a house that might seem like a prison system emotionally, another common Scorpio main child is feeling like they are an outside for the family and a joke or spell has been put up on them, two different types of Scorpio men when it comes to their mother one you could’ve been extremely close to your mother. Your mother may have gone to high heaven and asked to move things that were difficult for you and example it’s school you may have really felt like you struggled with a certain subject, so your mum would’ve gone beyond and above to help you with that to the point where she might’ve done it for you, so you didn’t grow up in that way emotionally, oh, they could’ve grown up with a mother who had diction problems, depression, and mental health issues as a whole, an abusive father. They may have felt an advocate too, so they had to protect my mum. See Scorpio is all about protection and we both grow and secure security and faithful they have frightened it. Anyway they may sting you with that tail. They may give you a bucket load of abuse to protect that own back.

But anyone who is Scorpio dominant Mars dominant or Pluto dominant they going to sell this in life that why aren’t people as connected to them as I am to them why don’t they do as much as I do why do they not feel as intense as I do for them and why am I the one who’s always going to be in heaven and asked for them?  answer. I tell you what a lot of people feel very intimidated or even scared of you so you’re coming across as being powerful protective or what you see as being really dedicated to that person never is controlling and may want to get away from me as fast as possible, so people want to know what Pluto is on about and what it means they’re not allowed to scale because we’re just about to come into change into Aquarius . this is when family many things in history generational things I’ve been massive part of that with the Plutonian energy. If you are a plutonium person people physically want to get away from you a lot of the time they may see you as stalking,sneaky jealous, obsessive, controlling, coming back to the mother again this also might mean that you had a mother who is like this who controlled you who lied to you who didn’t tell you the truth about things when they should’ve kept them things maybe still for this day.

Your mother could’ve had this very isolating energy herself. She could’ve been a loner. She probably had a lot of trauma while the time she was pregnant or gave birth you and even your early childhood., that Scorpio energy that she put into her child, she could’ve been very overpowering with you, and controlled things are out of your control as a child and the other hand, she could’ve been overbearing you could’ve been hold onto the hold onto the apron string for too long and be overly attached to her because you never learnt how to stand on your own and feel safe enough to do it. No doubt there is secrets in the family.

As I said before I said Scorpio can literally or repel people away from them, they can also bring in some of the strangest people with big problems into their life. People who were going to do the exact same traits to go above secretive lie about them. Even catch STI infection. be close to infectious people. Sometimes you’re sick of having to learn these lessons about things and people you just wanna have a chill life boy do you have staying power and when you get passionate about something you really go for it, you can have passion about something that people don’t even concentrate on because a lot of the times you see details and picture like land so much about one thing I’m really put your all and love into it, you don’t believe in half past love is love is gonna come to you want it to be an intoxicating desirable and addictive, if it’s not like that it’s not worth it here this is why you have attracted or had these relationships in your life, and if it goes there being like that with your mother, and how are you to learn to be such a different way you learn this by stepping into stepping into the light and seeing a tree character, people can see the positive side of you by showing that colour isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Even jealousy, show them that you’re passionate about things and that you’re clever and that you learn subject your best ability and loyalty that remains so strong even the smallest insult to make you feel really slighted. 

And the Scorpio made myself I just noticed another quality that we have, we either have loads of sex or no sex, we have either lays of money no money either have loads of drugs, load of clothes, laser, possession, load of food, loads of friends or the other side, no friends, no possessions, no sex, no drugs no rock ‘n’ roll no music no talking

Celeb examples

Jennifer Lopez, Lisa Kudrow, Margot Robbie, Alex Turner, Snoop dogg ,Bruce Lee , bob Marley ,milaa kunis,Beyoncé , lady gaga, miles Cyrus , the weeknd,kylie Jenner,will smith and liz Taylor

Moon in Sagittarius💫😎♐️🐎🐴🎲

Well we finally got there with the Sagittarius moon. It took me awhile. This is what we know from Sagittarius is a freedom loving sign may be a bit of a rebel tea maybe also a bit of a loner you can be many things at once like they say in Shrek, he says he’s like an onion and as many layers to an onion, and here’s one another mutable sign that may be like that.

Relationship with the mother with Sagittarius moon, depending on the mother, of course as well your mother put out that you could do anything you wanted be courageous. Be adventurous get out there have hopes and dreams learn to be optimistic and positive from your mother and learning experiences of different cultures, different ways of life, even if you didn’t do that always, she did that a lot and it’s funny how we can have mum who has multiple other children, but this really reflects on your relationship with your mother, even if you were all raised in a similar way, because we’re all going to have periods, all of our life, where we’re going through different phases, maybe you were the middle child and your mum decided let’s pack off and move to a different country, or maybe even two ages different area from where you live before where you experience a lot of different behaviours and culture, changes and city changes to country or vice versa. We have to remember that Jupiter And Sagittarius rule, travel, safety, your emotional needs, packing up and going away somewhere. Maybe what you find very comforting for your emotional needs your emotional needs maybe travelling, experiencing different cultures and languages foods, experiencing different types of social dynamics, social, setting social groups the mother was probably very freedom, loving and adventure herself And people may have seen her is a bit of a drifter, one of these dark characters that is here from time to time, and then shows up again. There’s nothing necessarily bad with that

On the other end of the spectrum of the Sagittarius moon and the mother, your mother could’ve loved it, freedom to the point of she might have abandoned you to feel her own social needs and freedom being met, or she could’ve had other children and this aspect of the fun that you had together may have changed, so you may have Harboured a lot of anger over that because you and her had that special relationship of travel and now somebody else is coming along and your mum is gone through another phase in her life.

Your mum could’ve been a gypsy traveller, you may come from a mixed race background or any other religious or race, ethnicity background, she could’ve been part of a church group, or she could be part of the east and London culture, but there’s definitely something there to do with religions or race so if you’re from North London it could’ve been a Jewish community that you were in.

I’ve noticed with Sagittarius moons, they have very good wet and sense of humour. They don’t hold onto things for too long, although it doesn’t seem that way, they definitely keep themselves well together and well spoken and not too messy but don’t be fooled they’re still a Jupiter world sign And Sagittarius, you know how Sagittarius likes to have a bit of fun let’s say there is rising too and they have moon in the house they might be more rebellious because they’re ruling planet will be Jupiter, I have a cousin who has a Sagittarius moon, and she’s known as like a posh kind of single mum now, but back in the end she was doing Charlie with my uncle, being a naughty girl that a lot of us didn’t know about, another example, would be my brother’s ex-girlfriend of like 15 years. She was a dark horse, but obviously she was a Scorpio son. She always seemed well put together and tried not to say a thing of place which I get completely.. just be aware Sagittarius moons that even if you’re not on an adventure or you’re not going out meeting new people all the time that you’re still worthy of being happy, you can have fun with the smallest things in life that can give people pleasure, I would recommend even like a high intensity, sport or dance something that’s gonna be fun and not boring like the gym it could be yoga but I would definitely something more physical.

I’ve seen it with these two examples, where the generations of mothers and granddaughters and daughters are very close to each other, but may only be on a surface level and I’ve seen the other side of it where my cousin has the Sagittarius moon with felt like the least favourite child. The other two were rotten her brother, who was a couple years younger, and then her sister who is over a decade and a bit younger, so she had to have this positive Sagittarian outlook for her mental health.

I have also noticed that Sagittarius means a very good at telling stories and making people laugh of these stories by going into lots of funny craft details, and that is a way of having fun with people emotionally and connecting with them through laughter.

Celebrity examples

Sharon stone , Emma Watson , Jennifer Addison , trump, Justin timberlake, Adele,  Oprah, Al Pacino, Vincent, Van Gogh, Naomi Campbell, Camila Cabello, John Mayer, Dakota Johnson xxxtentation, Charlie Sheen Hilary Duff, Selena Yoko, Lenny Kravitz, Scott Disick, Travis Scott, Chester Bennington, Ivanka, Trump, R. Kelly Anthony Kadis, Tiger Woods Ball, Rafi, Iggy Azalea, Andrew Tate, Judy Garland. Now do you see the dark sided ones hair because they’re really awesome dark side Sagittarius moons kind of like humans, but you can spot them out from the dark sided ones and the sided ones .

[polyphonical]

Red Hot Island - Chapter 1

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???: .......

Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Makoto, Adonis, Chiaki's Room)

Chiaki: …Nn

…Where am I? (-- Aah… Right. This is my room in the dorms…) (Haha. Even if it was only for a moment, I can’t believe I forgot how the room I’ve been living in every day looks like.) (The dream I had was so nostalgic… I think that’s why my head got all confused when I woke up.) (There was something like that, huh… I completely forgot until I had that dream.) (I wonder if he remembers it… That small promise we made in that white room.) (That promise we made while watching our classmates going to the pool. Happily, and full of excitement, despite how hot the summer heat was.) (Well… It’s hard to say that promise was made with the purest intent. It’s more like we were miserably licking each other’s wounds.) (Even though I knew there’s no chance that promise would come true—At that time, my heart definitely felt better.) …Haha. I ended up becoming sentimental. Hmm. If Takamine were here, he’d probably say something like “Morisawa-senpai, you’re basically waving around a death flag.” …Oops. Is it that late already? I can’t just lay here and do nothing. I should probably get ready to go to today’s job.

Location: Star Pro Office

Eichi: Hm...

(I’ll just give this project to him. Next is—Ah, now that I think about it, there were some projects left on hold weren’t there?) (I should respond soon. I have a feeling he’s going to get impatient and come here yelling at me.) [1] --Hm? Hello, Anzu-chan. Good morning. What’s the matter? Hm? You want to hear my opinion? I don’t mind, but… Aah, yes. I have time right now. I was just working on some things that needed to be done by today. So? What was that thing you wanted my opinion on? Ah, perhaps it’s about that proposal you’re holding in your hand? Fufu. You don’t have to be so surprised. It’s basic reasoning, isn’t it Watson? Could I see what you’re holding there? – Thank you. …Aah, this is a project for the ES Fan Event. And the contents are… A sports day at Aquaria Park? Oh, that’s right. Last year, to promote Aquaria Park, wasn’t there a survival game job? If I remember correctly, Hokuto and the others participated, right? [2] Hm. Survival games were too niche, so it was decided that the events would be arranged to be more suitable for everyone. it’s more like variety sports festivals that are shown on programs now.

Next, for the main part… “Treasure hunting”? What’s this? Right, I’m sure it’s just as you say Anzu-chan. It seems the area for western sailboats was added around a month ago. Fufu. I see. Pirates are often associated with water. They can also remind you of treasure. It’s true that pirate manga are popular right now. I think it’s a good idea. It’s clear who the target audience is. Hm? You don’t look satisfied. Is there something you have a problem with? Hm. You’re worried about holding such a large-scale event that isn’t a live all of a sudden? Even up until now, you’ve been in charge of things other than live shows, so I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about. Plus, I don’t think there will be any issues if the work is divided and detailed checks are made throughout. Well, if you’re still worried about it Anzu-chan, how about trying out a limited play test? Hm? Ah, that’s true. I suppose the most efficient way to play test it would be to have multiple people test it at the same time. It increases the chance that something unexpected happening. It’s the easiest way to simulate a situation closer to the real deal. If that’s the case, we could implement the prototype of the treasure hunt game since it’s a limited event. If you want to use the facility, Anzu-chan, I give you full permission to do so. …Hm? Why am I the one allowing you to use the facility? Well, it’s because I’m the one in charge of Aquaria Park. It’s one of the businesses that the Tenshouin conglomerate is running. Eh? Why are you so surprised? I thought you were asking for my opinion because you knew that already. Fufu. It’s okay, I’m giving you permission. If you’re the one asking, I’m more than happy to allow it. ♪ Hm? Um… What’s with that expression? Yes, that’s true. It makes sense that if we’re going to collect data, the people who know what the purpose is should be involved. So you have a request of me? Ah… I understand what you’re saying, Anzu-chan. Well, I suppose I have no choice. Well, if I’m being honest, the benefits of this project are great from Aquaria Park’s perspective. It’d be nice if we could just throw everything in the air and enjoy it as is. But we need to contribute where we can. Hm? That’s true. Then, Anzu-chan, I would like you to choose which members you’d like to go to the pool--

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Ah, no, it’s nothing. I just remembered something.

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Could I ask if you leave it to me to gather the test play team? Eh? No… I don’t have any ideas on who, but… You shouldn't worry about it. I’m sure Anzu-chan is busy working on the proposal. You can leave this one to me.

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I have no idea who he's referring to right here sorry ToT

Referring to the story Pool !!