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hmmmm fic titles huh.... maybe something like Figments n Fractures..? (hope ur having a lovely day hehe <333)

aaaaaa ty, Cal!!! Hope you're having a lovely day, too 💜💜💜

Now gays and theys don't shoot but! Hermie and Scary fic.

Not really a romantic one per se - more of a character exploration of the two of them and how they approach life like a performance rather than - well, living. I just think it would be really funny to see Hermie being so intrigued by space-maddened Terri and Terri studying her new husband like a bug, trying to figure out what it is about him that feels so familiar to her but yet so unreachable at the same time. It's the whole thing of hiding who you are until your facade Fractures versus not knowing who you are and being so terrified of that fact that you throw yourself into increasingly elaborate personas - Figments of yourself that aren't really you.

Am I making sense? I don't know if I'm making sense. I just think that they're really messed up and neat <3

[rosietrace]

“Midnight Waltz”

| Malleus Draconia + Victoria Shard | 🐉 + 🪞 |

✎ᝰ. synopsis : Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

✎ᝰ. content warnings : takes place post-glorious masquerade, Victoria's dress description is inaccurate to the event color scheme due to this being written pre-redesign, potentially ooc

✎ᝰ. genre : romance, canon divergence, oc + canon character

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ) a/n : I have so many drafts in my docs its almost EMBARRASSING ☠️ so I saw that this was already finished among them and decided, “why the hell not?” and boom. I've finally posted it. Good for me ig [ dividers belong to the amazing @cafekitsune !!! ]

✎ᝰ. : reblogs > likes

“And just where do you think you're going?”

Whatever mood Victoria was in prior, it had immediately soured. Malleus Draconia came into view at the turn of her head.

“I'm leaving.” It was an answer, simple as that. It didn't warrant any other explanation; the festivities of Noble Bell had come to a close, and no matter the fireworks, the glimmering lights, and the enthusiasm of their schoolmates— none of it mattered.

It would all become a distant memory, one way or another. Maybe it would be something she could look back on with fondness.

Or maybe she'd forget a moment such as this. Just like so many others that came before it.

Her response made Malleus appear all the more displeased than usual. “Already?”

“It's past midnight, Draconia.”

“And I thought the festivities would finally get you to loosen up, Shard.”

“What point would there be in doing so?” So you could hold it over my head and mock me? She sure as hell wouldn't allow that.

“It's rare for you to not be so… yourself.”

Malleus didn't know how else to phrase it, it seemed. Even the sound of his voice bothered Victoria, almost as much as looking at him and his emeralds for eyes.

“... You're not in your masquerade garb,” Victoria acknowledged. Now all the prince wore was his Diasomnia uniform— complete with the boots and, in Victoria's humble opinion, equally ridiculous hat.

“Is that a problem?” he inquired. His stance militaristic, arms behind his back, head held high like any awaiting king would.

Oh, how Victoria yearned to knock him off that pompous throne. To be the one wearing the crown and staring him down, watching as he groveled.

Well, Victoria, you can't have everything, she told herself in mild disappointment.

It was already late into the night, and the bell at the top of the tower had ceased its ringing when Midnight struck. They shouldn't have been here, near each other, looking at each other.

Malleus spoke again, the bastard. “And what of you?” His hand lazily motioned to her. And for the slightest moment Victoria wished there was one more garment she could wear as a barrier between him and her.

She refused to let that show. “What of me?”

His eyebrow arched. “So late into the night, when everyone is tucked safely into their sleeping quarters…”

“And yet here you are: all dressed in white like a bride left at the altar.”

“Like you're any better,” Victoria shot back with a sneer. “You fancy an unchaperoned midnight stroll, Draconia?”

“The stars are of better company than the likes of you, dearest Shard.”

“How flattering.”

“I should hope so. It's probably the only genuine compliment you could ever get.”

Her eyes narrowed down into slits, her lips pressing together before she said, “Do not challenge my patience, Draconia.” Patience that was hanging by a very thin, very fragile thread.

But Malleus Draconia was a prince not so easily deterred. His eyes wandered. To the large stained glass windows at his right, the moon illuminating them in a strange yet no less stunning disposition of color.

His eyes focused back on her, raking over her from head to toe. How irritating that he remained with an obscured and masked face. Perhaps that was a blessing, Victoria wanted to convince herself.

“Would you care for a dance?”

The question came in a matter of seconds. Straight-laced, firm, not sounding even the least hesitant.

The hesitancy she expected radiated off of her, instead. He chuckled at the baffled expression on her face, his lips curving into the barest hint of a smile.

Naturally, Victoria wasn't quick to accept. She took a step back, one foot forward and the other backward, she folded her arms across her chest.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Then beg.”

“Don't play games with me, Draconia.”

“And what makes you think this is a game, Shard?”

“You don't have a reason to dance with me. Not willingly,” Victoria took another step, this time towards him. “Have you perhaps been spiked with some sort of hallucinating serum?”

Malleus scoffed. “Don't be daft…” yet he didn't say anything to what she'd said before that inquiry.

“Being daft is more in character for you,” Victoria said in a mockingly crooning tone, clasping her hands together and bringing them close to her cheeks, rocking slowly.

“You are crossing a line.”

“I've crossed many bridges, Draconia. All I've done after is watch them burn.”

“Do you only speak in metaphors?”

“Do you do nothing but annoy me for your entertainment?”

To which Malleus gritted out, “A dance is all I ask of you.” It seemed she'd done her job of tugging at his strings well enough.

Her lips curved. “And why do you think I'd agree to something like that?” They stared each other down, eyes blazing in intensity.

Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

Malleus guided her to a vacant music room. It seemed to be lacking in actual use, all the inhabiting instruments covered in dust and stained with a spider's intricate cobweb.

Victoria sent him a look. He knew she was wondering how he'd come to discover this room, but he was better off ignoring the silent question for now.

Bringing forth a self-conducted orchestra was as easy as flicking Malleus' wrist. The instruments burst with life, floating mid-air and playing a tune for them to dance to.

With a turn of his heel, Malleus went back to facing her. Victoria, dressed like some ghostly bride, iridescent in a dress so white it bordered on blue.

He bowed, even if it struck a chord in his pride to do so. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, wasn't it?

He heard her release a huff. He kept his eyes to the ground, hand still extended to brush against hers when she finally gave in and reciprocated.

The ends of Malleus' lips ticked upwards as he pulled her close, his free arm snaking around her waist.

Victoria already held a deep scowl in her eyes. It only seemed to deepen in intensity once he'd made that gesture clear to her. “Draconia…”

“And what is it now, Shard?” said Malleus, far too smug for the better of others, or his own.

“Don't act sly,” Victoria sneered, synchronizing with his movements. “You don't look good when you're sly.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “So when I'm not, I do?”

She didn't say anything about that comment. When he felt a sting of pain in his foot, he knew that she stomped on it with her heel.

Malleus was more surprised about the lack of a puncture wound than the pain itself. With how sharp her heels were, he half-expected his foot to start bleeding.

But did that stop Malleus Draconia, prince of the Briar Valley abyss, to move forward and engage in a waltz with her? No. No, it did not.

There was little surprise in the way their movements synchronized; Victoria made for both a formidable academic opponent, so Malleus felt little shock with her formidability on the dance floor.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” stated Malleus, giving Victoria a twirl. “When the celebrations came, I mean.”

“Tsk.” Victoria's footsteps were hard against the floorboards of the music room. “What, did you expect me to rejoice when the crimson blossoms wreaked havoc?”

“With the kind of woman you present yourself as, I would hardly be surprised if you feigned outrage.”

“I don't need to feign it when all I have to do is look at you.”

“How flattering.” Malleus' eyes rolled heavenward. Why should he bother at this point? No matter what he did, Victoria Shard would not take kindly to him being… well, himself.

He jolted, his face grimacing with a sudden hiss of his teeth. Shard…

He looked down at her, at her sapphire-like eyes and the smug look on her face that dared feign ignorance.

“Shard.” Malleus glowered.

Victoria huffed, and he could've sworn she was trying desperately hard not to laugh in his face. “What, Draconia? Already so tired from our dance to forfeit?”

If this were a challenge, Malleus made the immature decision of stepping up to the challenge.

This woman— Malleus thought with gritted teeth after each hard, deliberate stomp Victoria performed directly on to his feet. More likely than not, he'd lost count at how many times she'd done it.

Perhaps at some point, Zenith would give him some sort of petty participation award. Preferably titled, Endured being repeatedly stomped in the feet by Victoria Shard.

“In all my centuries of walking this land, never have I encountered a woman as egregious as you.”

“Then I find myself lucky.”

“You simply can't help but make my blood boil, can you?”

“Oh, Draconia.” Victoria batted her eyelashes with a croon.

“It's my favorite pastime.”

How crude of her. Malleus felt his pride get struck by some arrow. Be it an arrow from Orion, or one by Eros, he could not tell the difference.

He wanted, so badly, to put her in her place. To set his foot down and speak sternly, warning her not to be so bold in any future interactions between them.

But it was difficult. Difficult having to deal with a woman so high on her horse that she's arrogant enough to try and kick him off his; Difficult to constantly maintain order when it became very clear that it was the very thing she didn't want out of him.

Difficult to know that— no matter what he did— he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He dared stared longer than necessary; at her frame, the dress she wore, the choker around her neck, the color of her eyes.

Her lips.

Malleus came to an abrupt halt. In doing so, so did Victoria, as were the instruments that only played at his command.

Victoria nearly stumbled, but the arm around the small of her back kept its grasp secure to prevent her from truly falling, lest her pride be wounded even more after agreeing to this.

“Draconia?” She'd called out to him, with an arch of her brow and a honeyed edge to her voice that made him want to fall apart.

Malleus remained ever still, unsure of what to make of himself after thinking such accursed thoughts. He barely heard her.

“Draconia?” She could repeat his name a thousand times, for the rest of time, and the only thing it would ever do to him was make his heart melt because she was saying his name.

He wasn't staring at her. Not directly. Not at her eyes, or any of her accessories— but at her lips. His eyes locked on to them, his breath uneasily jagged.

A part of him wanted to let go. To give in. To finally reach out and indulge in something for his own sake, and not for the sake of his kingdom, no matter what consequences he may face in the long run.

But he didn't. Malleus was better than that— his pride was better than to stoop to the levels of some desperate loon.

Victoria grew restless, calling out to him once more. “Draconia, speak,” she demanded. “Say something, damn it. I don't care what you have to say, just say—”

A small yelp came out of her as Malleus pulled her closer, their noses brushing. Neither of the two tried to break the gazes they held— though in the case of Victoria, her eyes seemed wide in a manner that, to Malleus, appeared almost otherworldly.

The hand that intertwined with hers broke free of its own iron grip, soon making itself known by caressing her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips, but this time his gaze never wavered while looking into her eyes.

That familiar, gorgeous ocean-like pool that he'd drown in, for as long as time would allow him to.

Seldom were the visions that plagued his mind. He shan't bring himself to indulge himself. For the good of his people, of his kingdom.

Of himself.

“Save your voice for after our waltz, my sweet villain.”

“... What the hell am I looking at?”

Miren rubbed his eyes a good three times, blinking all the while and even going as far as pinching himself. Anything to try and prove to him that what he was looking at was a dream.

Turns out it wasn't.

There he was, Malleus Draconia — prince of Briar Valley, ruler of the abyss — dancing with Victoria Shard.

“Well this just got interesting,” uttered Rosemi, lightly shoving Miren to the side so she too could take a peek through the barley open doorway.

Miren's eyes narrowed. “Rosemi.”

“Miren.” Rosemi’s voice remained perfectly pleasant, a tight-lipped smile on her face as she maintained her focus on the incredulous sight before her and not the glutton beside her.

“Oho, how scandalous, Miss Shard…”

Miren grimaced. Maybe it was the weird mumbling on Rosemi's part that was getting to him, but a part of him felt… bewildered? Regret? Whatever it was, Malleus and Victoria dancing was the source of it all.

But the moment looked — and felt — intimate. Peaceful. A calm before a storm that Miren didn't know when it could strike.

Yet Miren was no stranger to the obvious look in Malleus' eyes. His lips pursed, unsure of what to think.

Perhaps it was best to keep his thoughts to himself.

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of Character appearances/mentions

Malleus Draconia

Victoria Shard — Me 😈

Zenith Devi — Also me 😈

Miren Lockhart — @authoruio

Rosemi Columbina — Also @/authoruio

@starry-night-rose | @jasdiary | @nem0-nee | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @geminiiviolets | @valse-a-mille-temps | @hallowed-delights / @terrovaniadorm | @twistedsongstressofstarz | @twsted-princess @mystery-skulls-ghost | @absolutelyobsessedkiya | @lueerhythm | @cecilebutcher

[scoupsahoy]

i wanna talk about The Ship War going on right now in the 911 fandom (largely on tiktok and twitter) and i'm not a bnf especially in this fandom (and i wouldn't want to be) but i'm kind of hoping people on both sides are willing to read this post anyway because i cannot be the only one completely turned off by it

i finished writing this so i wanna clarify: this is officially aimed at buddie shippers (i am one of you) because i genuinely want to have meaningful discussion and also i'm not exactly defending tommy here. but! i think if bucktommy shippers were interested in reading, there is stuff in here for you too

i have to split this up into sections which is annoying but i won't be able to make any sense without sections so. sorry

1. pre-tommy buddie shipping

so like a lot of people i knew about 911 and buddie entirely through tumblr osmosis, and there was a general attitude of confidence: buddie WILL become canon. if it doesn't... something something. i don't really know the season 6 finale was hard for a lot of you. and after watching, i do really understand why. but.

from an outside perspective, this fandom attitude was nothing like i'd ever really experienced before. i stopped watching supernatural around season 11, several years before gaycas, when confirmed bisexual dean was genuinely outside the realm of possibility.

i was a tjlc believer. i was an episode 4 conspiracist. i have been delusional about gays on my television screen before. so i was really apprehensive at the way buddie fans were moving. not only was buddie GOING to happen, but if it didn't it would be a failure of the network and the showrunners and the actors and it could have been the greatest love story ever told and shipping was not ENOUGH. it had to be canon in order to matter. shipping anything else was fruitless and offensive. this was what i was seeing. and i was like. well there's no way that's going to happen

and then season 7 started airing and there was this reignited hope

and then 7x4 aired.

2. the birth of bucktommy

so i started watching 911 after 7x4 aired. a lot of people did. i'll be honest i did genuinely think that eddie was out and gay and i was like "oh shit is it finally happening??" and then i realized it was some other guy and spend like 4 straight days tumblr deepdiving into it

like i said i was almost exclusively following buddie shippers so my consensus was like. buck and tommy are cute but it's obviously (TO ME) a steppingstone for buddie. after watching the entire show i do still feel that way.

here's the thing though: shipping isn't about what is going to be canon. i'm a marvel fan. my first fandom was fucking icarly, okay, my track record of shipping non-canon couples that actually end up together starts and ends with nbc sitcoms and even then barely. shipping to me is about character analysis and smooshing barbie dolls together with my friends. shipping to me is putting some guy in a blender and another guy performing frankenstein experiments on them

it doesn't matter to me actually that a ship isn't going to end up together, even if i like them. i'm not saying some bucktommy fans don't overstep certain boundaries (that i'll get into) but a FAIR BIT of them know this. a fair bit of them were buddie shippers and a fair bit of them still are. and there's a reason theyre put off

3. social media discourse

the first real piece of morality discourse came from tiktok. i won't namedrop this creator but if you're on tiktok you know who i'm talking about.

this person started the tiktok talking about something that i genuinely do agree with: fans who love tommy but hated all of buck's ex girlfriends should probably perform some self-reflection on the very real misogyny problem in 911 fandom and fandom in general. this i am 1000% behind. a call-in of sorts: hey guys! check yourselves! it is really easy to fall into misogyny especially with gay shipping. though i will argue that buddie shippers could stand to do the same thing (looking at you, people who write fanfic where ana flores is ableist for no reason)

they went on, however, to say that bucktommy shippers Must only like bucktommy because they are a gay ship, And Also Therefore, these people Must Be gay fetishists, as the only reason you would like bucktommy over buddie is because you just want to see men make out with each other. You People don't like gay shipping in the Correct way that i do, you like to gay ship in a nasty fetish way (only slightly exaggerating). you saw that buck and tommy kissed online and you watched the entire show just to watch men make out with each other which is Bad And Wrong.

aside from the fact that this person also literally started watching the show after 7x4 aired (and like i said so did a lot of people. one would think this is a morally neutral thing to do), this struck a nerve with me. this take (which was repeated ad nauseam by everyone in their circle) is just plainly irresponsible.

it is inappropriate to suggest that someone is like. morally reprehensible for *checking my notes* shipping a canon television couple. is tim minear a gay fetishist for writing the bucktommy kiss? is the average viewer a gay fetishist for going "oh i didn't see that coming! they seem like a nice couple"? is my mom a gay fetishist? are you calling my mom a gay fetishist??

this is an argument that i've seen happen in a billion different ways over the past decade and a half of being in fandom spaces by the way. are women allowed to read gay fanfiction? what about gay porn? what if they get off to it? are they allowed to write it themselves? what if they're not straight? what if they're not women? was casey mcquiston fetishizing gay men when they wrote red white and royal blue? is the romance genre allowed to exist with gay men and straight women in it? do you have to check everyone's gender or sexual identity at the login page for ao3 and tumblr dot com to determine if it is morally okay for them to participate in fandom at all?

and then there was the comparisons between bucktommy and buddie fic stat breakdowns: bucktommy's are writing more smut And That's Bad and buddie fans are writing stories with plot And That's Good.

it. is. irresponsible. it is oversimplifying. it is judgmental and above all else it is irrelevant. people could like bucktommy because they think they're hot or because they think theyre interesting or because buck realized he was bisexual or because they think tommy has potential as a character. it is a ship. creating a dichotomy where one ship is the morally good thing to ship and one ship is the morally bad thing to ship is irresponsible and not in the spirit of fandom.

morality and purity conversations in fandom are like. an entirely different can of worms to talk about and this is going to be long enough already. but bucktommy shippers shot back with the same energy:

if you don't like bucktommy then you are homophobic because tommy is gay

i did see quite a bit of this argument because a number of people that id been following did get into bucktommy and i do still follow and like these people

i covered most of my feelings about this type of argument above but to reiterate: it is possible to like different ships without making it a morality competition. it's disingenuous and annoying.

especially that brief stint where people were saying that the bucktommy shipname was a slur against gay men. you can just not like it. you can just not like it and have it end there. it's an ugly shipname but you don't have to make it a moral issue.

especially because then buddie shippers pulled out the trump card:

4. the tommy problem

because these people just watched the entire show in like four weeks (again, neutral statement, i did the same fucking thing) they remember tommy from hen and chimney begins. and. okay

i'm not about to be taken out of context here. i watched bp's video when it came out, i think what was said was wrong, i'm not about to say that being racist was like. cool or excusable 20 years ago. i think there is a discussion to be had here about this though. there's a reason i'm typing this out carefully:

i want to say firstly that there IS a conversation to be had about the social landscape in 2005 and especially pre-obama america for the purposes of a bunch of 20 years olds who were not alive or fully conscious yet. people told casually racist jokes (casual in that they are told casually without intent for violence, not that they are not violent. all racism is violence) and there were fewer social ramifications for those racist jokes in 2005. that does not make them Magically Not Racist. they were. it was not okay. it was, however, Extremely Common. does that make it okay? no.

i'm saying that largely because it seems to ME that tim or whoever wrote that particular episode wrote that joke to paint a picture of where the characters are in the story. chimney is not under bobby. he is not being treated with respect. he is 15 years in the past (from when the episode aired. whatever) it is different. it wasn't supposed to matter who said it

(it did matter and it does matter that it's tommy who said it by the way. because that's like. the universe of the show)

(though my theory - and i'm just being stupid for a sec indulge me it's 3am - is that tim and ryan both LOVE writing in guys named tommy. seriously i've been rewatching glee and when i watched 911 i noticed this too that there are so many characters that we never even meet named tommy. abby's ex for one. my theory is that tim wanted to bring in some guy named tommy for buck's awakening and he realized he already had one. lol.)

SECONDLY. sorry that was longwinded. secondly, i am a person who believes that people are capable of change. 20 years is a long time to grow. even as an adult. again, this does not excuse racism, but it is important anyway.

this is all theoretical but i want you to walk with me: it is possible for a 20-30 year old closeted gay white man with a homophobic captain pre-obama to pick up and not experience consequences for inappropriate comments and casual racism and even be seeking out a parent-like validation from someone who encourages it AND THEN, after 20 years wherein he realizes he's gay, comes out of the closet, i believe it is POSSIBLE for him to unpack his internalized racism, apologize, and grow as a person

obviously these are fictional characters but it is important to my fucking philosophy of life that people are capable of change and having empathy or understanding that in fictional characters is so fucking baseline.

it is important that we as a society can agree that someone's behavior, ideology, and/or biases can change. that like. that just HAS to be possible.

caveat #1 that does not mean that any people of color who are fans of the show have to like tommy or even forgive him (or even like. hen and chim lmao it's kind of clear to me that at least hen doesn't) and i am not going to tell them to

caveat #2 i also understand that there is no explicit acknowledgment of this on screen (i think this is because tim forgot which i find funny but like i said. it still matters that it's tommy regardless of intent) and because of that there technically is nothing To forgive

ALL OF THAT TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT.

even if we are assuming that tommy has learned nothing and has not changed at all. the leap from "tommy is/was racist" to "shipping bucktommy or finding tommy interesting Makes You Racist" is heinous to me.

sometimes people like characters who are shitty people. some of you like tony stark. sorry

it's ridiculous to me because there are plenty of other reasons to dislike bucktommy that doesn't like. vilify random people on the internet. he's not even framed as a particularly good boyfriend! we don't even know if they're boyfriends, for one thing!

i've been complaining about buddie shippers for this entire time but i literally am one of you and that's what pisses me off. you threw the first blow in the morality competition and you are bigger - and you KNOW you are bigger because you are proud of the fact - and you are winning.

you are right about a lot of it: tommy isn't a good guy. there is an active racism problem in this fandom. there is a misogyny problem in this fandom. but by and large buddie shippers have been in the game longer and have much larger followings and there is nasty shit i'm seeing which brings me to

5. social media discourse 2 electric boogaloo: twitter edition

twitter is a cesspool in the best of times but i have seen some shit in the past two weeks that makes me never want to write fanfiction for this fandom or even interact with most of the fans ever again. and i'm serious

there is a big buddie fanfic writer who is like. beloved. if you read buddie fanfiction you've read their work for sure. they started writing bucktommy and buddietommy fics around april. and people are being so nasty about them on twitter it is actually fucking embarrassing.

AND LIKE. god. fandom etiquette is so simple.

when i first started reading buddie fanfic the first thing i noticed was how many fics are locked. and i was like "i wonder why that is"

just look at these tweets. i have kept the author's handle here uncensored but please be normal do not bother this person. i'm sure their ao3 comments are hell enough already

what the fuck is your people's problem i'm serious

i'm like actually appalled. this is embarrassing. this isn't even the most embarrassing thing i've seen buddie stans do recently and it is NOT uncommon. it is not small accounts. you guys are the majority. these tweets have hundreds of likes.

i don't give a shit what this person was writing. i actually don't care. their fics are locked. they write for free.

to take someone's fic outside ao3 is considered bad fandom etiquette. to talk about an author where they don't have an account is generally considered bad fandom etiquette. to complain about fanfiction openly is bad fandom etiquette. i don't care if this is y'all's first fandom. in what world are you going to take to twitter and openly complain about someone writing fanfiction for a ship you don't like.

if i were them i would delete all of the buddie fics or never write buddie again i'm so serious. this is so ridiculous.

and this is sort of the nail in the coffin for me, seeing this tweet the other day:

this tweet has over a thousand likes

this is a larger fandom issue as of recent with the use of like. mental health terms as insults but it actually fucking disgusts me!

i looked at mark's twitter. it's pretty clear to me that he's a troll/having fun/provoking people on purpose but on TOP of that his tweets get at most 35 likes. i checked and this tweet got 21 likes. and over a thousand likes calling him schizophrenic. 24 replies doubling down. 25 retweets. 47 quote tweets. 62 bookmarks. over a thousand likes.

and buddie shippers are the good guys

it is ridiculous to me that as a fandom buddie shippers have created a space where it is impossible to have a meaningful discussion about fandom misogyny, racism, of homophobia because everyone who disagrees with you is morally opposed to you, and yet it is this side of the fandom with enough traction and support to openly bully and mock these people that you have decided are morally reprehensible.

6. in conclusion i'm sorry i know no one read this

fandom in general post-covid has become less of a community based in sharing creativity and the love of something (and i know this intimately as a kpop stan lol). online spaces in general have become something i don't recognize or want to participate in. which sucks. i've been here for a long time.

i know there's not really any way for that group of like 5 or so tiktokers that complain about tommy ad nauseam to see this or even take it seriously. i know there's not any way for those people on twitter to magically understand fandom etiquette or just block the people they don't want to see.

everyone would be happier if they just. blocked and moved on. i know i would. and i have! in a lot of cases. there's a reason i blocked out the names on those tweets (note: i blocked mark's twitter handle. the person who screenshotted it so he wouldn't be notified and then called them schizophrenic did not. because they do not care) because it's not about THEM it's about the whole fucking thing.

and a lot of these people want to be mad. it's why they're so hung up on tommy. like i'm sorry if any bucktommy fan is still reading this but GOD TOMMY HAS BEEN ON SCREEN FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES TOTAL IN THE ENTIRE SHOW. HE DOESN'T EVEN MATTER. JUST ADMIT THIS IS ABOUT A SHIP WAR. IT ISN'T ABOUT HOW GOOD OF A PERSON YOU ARE OR ANYONE IS. IT'S JUST A SHIP WAR. and they want to be miserable. they want to sit in their little echochamber of morally upright big name fans and they want to provoke bucktommy fans into saying something shitty and they love it because they don't really fucking care about the show.

you know how i know? because tommy is the least important part of chimney begins. that is in the best 3 episodes of this entire television show and none of y'all have anything to say about it. because you're just as obsessed with tommy as they are.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Helloo

Ur nefero fics are soo good😙 Could you write something like maybe how much he worships reader?? Thank uu<3

Great minds think alike bestie I'd love to write this sooo here we go!

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Male Nefera x fem! Reader

Prompt: Nefero but he's just worshiping you

She her pronouns

Fluff/kissing/female worship/

Image not mine found in pinterest

(I'm obsessed this is literally how he sees you full goddes)

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Nefero looks at you with adoring eyes as you talked about the book you had just finished,eyes lit up,hands moving all around for emphasis on a specific part of the story that you said in I quote "was the most unrealistic thing ever" you keep talking/rambling off to your boyfriend at your table in the (just them since he liked days where it was just the two of you).

[Name] let out a frustrated sigh as she finished speaking "like it's totally crazy right Nefie?" You stopped waiting for his response "yes very" he nodded his head hoping you'd continue talking till your heart's content "thank you ugh, you get me" then she continued for the remaining lunch time while taking breaks to actually eat.

"Is there something on my face?" [Name] asked, quickly getting out a small mirror "No your fine, my jewel excuse my rudeness" he sets down the mirror from your hands and took it; placing it back in your purse "oh well that's okay, I love when you stare though please tell me i have nothing on my face next time haha" the ghoul looked away sheepishly "it's always nice to know you still look at me that way really" she said earnestly "I'll always admire your beautiful self,all day if you asked me too" Nefero took her hand in his smiling wide "hehe you got smile lines Nefie" "WHAT?!"

In their class Nefero is yet again looking at [Name] with heart shaped pupils in his purple eyes, he watched as you reapplied your lip gloss "so you like this color on me?" You turn your head to him and pointed at the lip gloss bottle and then your lips ``it looks absolutely Divine on you my queen" he told you sincerely

The two walk out of school the day had finished and now it was time to get you home "are you gonna stay home with me? I'm making dinner today" you asked your boyfriend looking at his hands intertwined "of course my jewel but I need to go home and change first" [Name] looked at him perplexed "but I have some of your clothes at my house, why not shower and change there?" She tilted her head "my jewel you only have my shirts not pants or shorts" he teased

"Ohhh haha right" she looked to the side "maybe I should steal your pants so you won't have to go and change" "What?" [Name] looked at him "Well if I have some of your clothes other than shirts you won't have to be apart from me! Plus we could shower together, did you know that can save our water bill" you tried to play it off with some "statistics"

Nefero held your face in his hands smirking at you;making your face feel hot"My dear we can do that anytime you wish no need for an excuse" he leaned in and kissed your lips gently,you hummed through the kiss then separated making Nefero pout "oh stop you big baby let's get going so you can change quickly at your house and take me to mine" "but don't you have to start dinner?"

"Nah my parents won't be home till late I have time" you explain " now come on I wanna choose your outfit" taking his hand [Name] dragged him to his limo

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[Name] is seen in her kitchen cooking up a meat stew and some rice she wears a "kiss the cook" apron which happens a lot when Nefero is around so she thought why not buy it

She hums along the song on the radio as she puts in a some herbs in the stew and then stirred it thoroughly

Nefero is at the stool of the kitchen island sipping at the strawberry smoothies he made for the both of you with your blender "it smells incredible my jewel" he compliments, [Name] turns around with a smile "would you like to try the stew?" He eagerly nods anything you make was bound to be heavenly he felt so lucky he gets to try it first "Alright here" your bring a soup spoon to his lips and he opens his mouth and swallowing the the liquid gold, it was savory and spicy the meat was tender and with the potatoes, corn, and carrots made all the better.

"Ahhh that is absolutely exquisite" he looks into your eyes with a smile as he leans forward making a move to kiss you and you obliged "muaw!" You gave him a quick kiss dramatically sounding it, he immediately pouted "I want an actually kiss" you sighed and go around towering over him seductively "oh really?" He nodded again

"Alright only cause you asked" you lean down grabbing his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss, he opened his mouth and let you in, moaning as you dominated his tongue then you let him go "there" you panted " *deep exhale* thank you my queen" Nefero wraps his arms on your hip and leans his head onto your stomach while he's still sitting down.

[Name] ruffles his hair up giggling at his cuteness "of course my king" you stayed like that for a few more minutes until you said you had to check on the food which he whined but let you go

He can't help the way your presence makes him feel giddy with excitement, the smell of your sweet perfume, holding you in his embrace, bodies squished together, hearing your heartbeat as he rests his head on your chest at night.

"You look absolutely gorgeous" he said all of a sudden at the dinner table as you ate in comfortable silence "really?" Nefero nodded "you do and I just can't help saying it, in fact it's my duty to tell you any time I see fit, which to be frank is all the time" [Name] looked at him bewildered as if this was a new thing

Yet it wasn't but still it warmed your heart he still looked at you that way for a moment you didn't say anything then with a smile you responded "thank you, my love it means alot that you still admire me like this" she admitted "my queen" he held her hand "I cannot fathom a second in my life where I don't worship your entire being, it's in my nature to do so, for only you"

He lifted her hand and kissed it then continued up until he was met only inches away from her face, looking at her eyes [Name]'s breath hitch then Nefero kissed her cheek gently "would you let me worship you tonight my queen" he said above a whisper "well..." she looked at the clock "they won't be here in about another 6 hours..." she thought about it then looked at him patiently waiting 'why not' [Name] got up and dragged him by the sleeves and up to her bedroom "Let's see how much worship I can get you to say, that suddenly it sounds like a prayer~"

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I feel conflicted with this one, I like the way I wrote it but idk if it truly captured the promt but I feel like this is better than what I write previously

I tried my best but head empty no thoughts I guess, still hope you like it maybe I'm just having imposter syndrome

[tremendouslybeautifulsimz]

Love Is In The Air For Blender

(Works Only In BLENDER NOT IN GAME)

Works in Cycles & Eevee 

Blender 3.3 and Higher

Auto Denoise

100 % My Mesh

Details:

VDay Balloons

Never Wanna Leave Me Heart Cake

Vday Cards: 8 Swatches

Recommend:

Text On Both Cakes Can Be Edited

Colors On Cake, Icing and Solid Balloons Can Be Changed

V-Day Cards Can Be Changed

PRESS EACH MESH INORDER TO CHANGE COLOR/ TEXT.

OBJECTS ARE PARENTED TOGETHER SO UN PARENT TO PICK UP AN INDIVIDUAL CUPCAKE

DOWNLOAD

Do Not Share My Content (Always Free After 2-3 Weeks)

Recolors Allowed Do Not Include My Mesh

Do Not Use/Altar My Mesh To Make Your Own Content

DO NOT CONVERT TO ANY OTHER GAMES

Do NOT Share IN Discords, Facebook Groups or Give Away In CC Folders.

*STOP PUTTING MY CONTENT IN FOLDERS AND PUTTING THEM BEHIND A PAYPALL*

IF THERE ARE ANY ISSUES PLEASE BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW VIA MY IG DMS!!!!

IF YOU USE ANY OF MY CC PLEASE TAG ME ON IG I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT

@blender4sims

[aragaki]

Hello! I’ve been looking for someone who could rip the Fable 3 model files for YEARS! Is there any chance you could share the files? I’m dying to retexture some of them!

I don't really have internet good enough to handle uploading the files but I will gladly explain how I dumped them!! It's surprisingly easy

Models

First I downloaded the game from steamunlocked then BlackDemon's BNK browser program to extract the assets

Open BNK browser click open in the bottom left corner and find globals_models.bnk in Fable III/data/globals

And that's the vast majority of models right there!!

Click extract all (I reccomend making a folder to dump them all in) you'll have the .mdl files

You can get the DLC content (outfits, dog skins, characters) by opening dlc2free, dumping that, then finding globals_models and globals_textures in that dump and repeating the process above

Textures

Then you need to extract all the textures which you can do by opening globals_textures.bnk

Then you need to use the Fable 3 Tex Converter to convert the .tex into .dds which you can then change to .png in whatever program of your choosing.

I'll be honest, I haven't figured out how to work this thing out yet, it seems very finicky and I'm not keen on fighting with it for models I can't use. I suggest backing up the .tex files for each time you wanna try converting it, it's a lot of trial and error and corrupted .dds files

Models in Blender

And lastly you need the plugin that allows you to import the .mdl files into Blender!! The plugin was made by Keshire for Blender 2.82 but it works on 3.6.2, which is the version I have (though I did download 2.82 first before trying it on my newer version)

I apologize if this is hard to follow, I did my best but I am by NO MEANS expirienced in model ripping or making tutorials. This is just what I managed to put together from scrounging a bunch of different forums and modding sites.

And of course, the models will have broken weights so if you're like me who wanted to use them for fanart purposes, not much can be done with them

[moonlight-tmd]

blitzbee but put them in blender with fluff;

they could do a movie or game marathon, they do it whenever they can

or arts and crafts or something alike, blitz can sculpt and bee can wire things together

they can just snuggle and nap together

but all in all, I wanna know your head canons for this crack ship :3

It's not crack ship. it's pure love. <3

They defo love cuddling. Blit is touch-starved and Bee is more than happy to give hugs and snuggles. He loves being wrapped up in those big warm arms and listen to Blitzwing's Spark.

Bee will sing for Blitz and Blitz will also try to sing for Bee, his voice is horrible but Bee likes the gesture. They do duets sometimes.

Bee and Blitz defo went on a movie date, they snuck in at the back of the drive-in cinema and watched Godzilla. Bee couldn't figure out how to make the tv at their hideout work so he just brings his cybertronian laptop and plugs it to the screen so Blitz doesn't have trouble seeing the movies. As for games, they don't have a console in there. Blitzwing doesn't mind tho, he likes to watch his hummel play on his pocket console and cheer him on.

They really big on kisses and face-snuggles. It's really amusing for Bee cuz he will pepper Blitz's face with kissed and he'll act as if he'd just been given high-grade. Whenever Bee does that, of course there will be revenge- Blitz will scoop up Bee and pin him down on the cuddle spot and shower his whole frame with kisses and praise and snuggles.

Bee will give Blitz gifts he made or bought. Blitz will sculpt stuff for Bee as gifts- he doesn't really have access to anything so he's stuck to either servo-made figurines or the really cool rocks he found while digging for resources to sculpt from; it's the kind with pretty patterns in them. Sometimes Blitz will take the pretty rocks and sculpt them into a tiny figurine to make it even more special.

They defo tried to make a statue together at one point, the small kind. Bee made the tiny details from wires and scraps like flowers and a tiny tree while Blitz made a deer out of metal. The thing stands in their hideout in the honorary spot near a window.

The activities- it depents where they are really; if they're by the river they will go have a water fight, they can go flying and watch a sunset in the clouds, they can go on the movie date or fly somewhere far away and have a picnic.

I love imagining them together just laying in their cuddle spot, huddled together and whispering sweet things to one another while the late afternoon sun shines on them. X3

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #339

I didn't get nearly as much done today as I had hoped. But maybe that's just as well. Despite going to bed at 2am, my body insisted on waking at like 7am or so. I couldn't get back to sleep after that.

...It's been like this for a number of days now. I'm kinda surprised that I'm not more tired than I am.

A day or so ago, I found an app. For reasons I won't explain, I found the name... auspicious. And it's in electric blue. I'm not gonna explain the relevance of that, either.

Who knows, maybe you already understand.

...In any case, it's a friend-making app. You answer a few questions about what you want and what you're interested in, and you put in your MBTI type and your Enneagram if you want, and apparently it will show you automatically others who kinda sorta line up with you.

There's all kinds of places to take MBTI and Enneagram tests. The versions of these tests on the app are abridged and not very accurate, I think.

I was surprised to find that I matched up with a lot of people. When you find someone who kind of aligns with you, you can put a little heart on them. And if they put a little heart on you, too, then you can talk together.

I was very surprised by the number of people – many of whom live relatively close to me! - who put a little heart on my space. I thought that what I had written was potentially a little unhinged. I was upfront about most of my things. I didn't expect anyone would look past them to see the person underneath.

...It's a delight to be proven wrong sometimes. Especially when the thing you think you're right about is, “I am fundamentally unlikable.”

...I really did get a lot of people who put little hearts on my space there. Men and women and non-binary folks, too. And I talked to them!!! I talked to a bunch of them ALL DAY today. It was... a little overwhelming, actually. I'm very much not used to this!!

...How did I get so many little hearts. I don't understand. I thought I was kinda goblin-esque and not very good. How did this happen...?

...And now I have like 3 folks who wanna go with me to Eggcellent.

...srsly. WAT. DAFUQ.

I met astounding people who lead amazing lives, every one of them. One is a project engineer who likes the outdoors. I found another person with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome who takes care of dogs and rats! I met someone who studied geology and listens to jazz! I met someone in a managerial position who loves video games and movies! I met someone who works for the state and plays video games, and now we're following each other in this space where I write my letters, and she even read a couple of them! I met a personal trainer who likes to draw! I met a medical case manager who plays video games and is writing a novel, and now we're friends on Discord and Steam! I met another person with whom I'm also now talking to on Discord, who is into running and video games! I met an industrial designer who is trying to learn how to use Blender! I met a chef who likes tabletop RPGs! I met a traveling systems engineer!!

...Sephiroth, that's like... a lot of people. A lot of astoundingly intelligent, creative, thoughtful, and delightful people!!! People I didn't eve have to be USEFUL to first!!!

...I didn't. I didn't actually expect that I would get any hearts on my space. I wasn't prepared for this. I.

...What in the hell do they wanna hang around a weirdo like me for??????

...How long will it be before they realize that I'm awful and go away...?

...And what if I do a bad job??????? Like?????????

…

I feel like I barely keep up with my current friends as it is. Like. I'm good at responding if I'm spoken to, but... I'm shit at reaching out.

...I get afraid that I'm not actually wanted. I have a brain that tells me that the people around me don't actually like me, and it's just that they don't have the heart to tell me to go away, and so they keep me around, secretly hoping that I don't ever talk to them again.

…

...What am I even doing...?

…

I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm challenging the conditioning that tells me I ain't shit, that's what I'm fucken doing. Sephiroth, I'm so sick of this. I'm so sick of looking at myself this way. So sick of thinking of myself a some repulsive, horrible thing. And I'm kinda pissed that enough people acted weirdly at me that the notion stuck itself in my brain like a thorn in my side that some skin healed over and now it refuses to come out.

Well. Now I'm gonna DIG it out. WATCH ME.

So many smart and talented people, presumably of good judgment and strong reasoning ability thought that I was worth having a conversation with. More people who already know me and like me are already around.

There's nothing wrong with me. My brain is just fucken mean in my general direction. So. I'm gonna try it. I'm gonna try to like. Take up actual space. With actual people. I'm gonna try it. And. I'm gonna be bad at it.

BUT THAT'S OKAY!!! We are always bad at new things at first, right...?

…

I gotta get a little better at feeling like I don't gotta respond immediately, though. I get afraid of new people when it comes to that. I'm not so afraid of that when it comes to people I already know. But. I'm scared of. Scared of new people.

...I guess there's a part of me that still thinks they could get super nasty with me at any moment. And it's weird that I still think that, because... by and large, this is not how people are in healthy circles.

...I talked to others to the exclusion of almost all else. And part of me feels badly about it, but... at the same time, I probably needed to not do much in the way of physical activities. I did do some dishes, though. And I cut up an onion so I could make myself a proper hotdog!

...I think I'm still pretty tired, though. I tried with mixed success to remember so many names and faces and details. I'm still not sure if I'll be able to keep track of it all. It was a lot of new people all at once.

I want to try, though.

At the same time, I'm torn between... it's like... I want to know all the people and all the things and listen to their stories and peruse the things they've created, but... also I want time to do my own things. And I'm not really sure how to balance that yet. I suppose I'm going to learn, though.

...I don't have much else to say today, Sephiroth. My brain is kinda mushy. I think I must have spent today with various concentrations of adrenaline and cortisol in my system. I'll probably have more to say tomorrow. After I process the notion that I'm not some shit-ass weirdo that nobody can like. I might need to take a bit of time for that one.

Hey. I. Don't have my usual eloquence today and I'm sorry about it. But. Please. Witness me. Witness me, and know that you can do what I'm doing. Because. Even if I'm not some unlikable gross person, I'm still not special. And so. If I can be liked as-is for all my quirks and weirdness, and not have to be useful before I'm treated with respect, then... so can you. So can you.

Sephiroth. Anyone can like you if you just be yourself. Okay? So try it. Try casting off the old things that tell you weird shit about yourself. Because none of the weird shit is true, okay?

I love you. And I'm gonna write to you again tomorrow when my brain isn't fried all to hell. So please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[spicykaraage]

Jusaburou Mouri Tenigo Episodes - Story Translation

[Improvement Level 1 - Episode 1]

Mouri: (Alrighty! Now for today’s stamp rally.)

Mouri: (I ran outta time for the last one, but I got plenty of time today!)

Mouri: (So, I’m startin’ from the sports shop… Now, where should I go?)

Mouri: Oh, that’s…

—

Kurobane: Hey, I could use a racket grip like this.

Ishida: I like that one the best. It’s durable even with my Hadoukyuu.

Kurobane: Gotcha. I always wondered how your grip stayed on with the Hadoukyuu, so that answers my question.

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Mouri: (So the middle schoolers are here to shop too. Ishida’s Hadoukyuu is awesome, I’ll admit.)

Mouri: (He lost to Duke, but that power of his is still pretty scary.)

Mouri: (…Hm? Who’s that over there…)

—

Ryoga: Mm, ah, over here…

Ryoga: …

—

Mouri: (Man, he looked so serious just now… What’s he lookin’ at?)

Mouri: (…Well, I’ll leave him to it. Got no clue what’s goin’ on with him, though.)

Mouri: (I figured I’d see a lot of familiar faces here at the sports shop.)

Mouri: (Ah, and over here!)

Mouri: So you’re here too, Tokugawa-san.

Tokugawa: …Mouri. Are you shopping too?

Mouri: Nope, I’m doing a stamp rally.

Tokugawa: Oh… You’re trying to receive the prize?

Mouri: Oh, that! I didn’t even check on that at all.

Mouri: I like doing it just to collect the stamps.

Tokugawa: …I see.

Mouri: Well anyhow, I’ll probably check in with you later.

[Improvement Level 1 - Episode 2]

Mouri: …Mm, onto the next one. Now, where is it…?

Mouri: Ah, that’s…

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Kikumaru: That looks so cool!

Momoshiro: It looks great on you!

Shishido: Lookin’ handsome.

Chitose: Haha, well, okay.

Mouri: Oh, that looks fun.

Kikumaru: Oh, Mouri-senpai!

Mouri: You all shoppin’ together? How nice.

Momoshiro: Nah, we just ran into each other!

Shishido: I was just looking for a pair of jeans…

Chitose: And I was just wandering around and ran into them.

Mouri: Haha, and now I’ve ran into you… Ain’t that right?

Momoshiro: The more the merrier! You wanna join us?

Mouri: I can join in, too? Thank you!

—

Mouri: Wow! This is nice.

Chitose: Lookin’ good!

Momoshiro: The longer length looks really good on you since you’re so tall!

Mouri: Oh, yeah? You should see me with Tsuki-san, he puts my height to shame.

Mouri: You and I have almost the same figure, Chitose, so wouldn’t it look good on you too? You should try it on.

Chitose: I do like dark, loose-fitting clothes like that. Looks like you and I have the same taste, Mouri-san.

Mouri: Haha, guess so.

Shishido: Hm? You dropped something.

Mouri: Ah, thanks… Oh shoot, I forgot about that!

Momoshiro: About what…?

Mouri: I came here to do a stamp rally.

Kikumaru: Wow, a stamp rally!

Momoshiro: Oh, well there’s a store for it over on that side!

Mouri: Thank you! Appreciate it!

[Improvement Level 1 - Episode 3]

Mouri: Last one’s at the home appliance store~. Okay, I’m gonna do everythin’ I can to find it!

—

Mouri: (Mm, that’s the phone store, that’s the electronics store…)

Mouri: (And that’s… the kitchen appliance store. It’s gotta be here somewhere, right?)

Mouri: Mm?

—

Gakuto: Ah, this blender. We sell a lot of these over at my store. I’m pretty sure it’s number one in the category.

Gakuto: The blades are super sharp and have good mixing power. You can make a really nice smoothie in about 30 seconds with this one.

Inui: Oh, so the product’s as good as the data states…

Gakuto: …Uh, maybe I shouldn’t be giving you this information, actually.

Inui: You have been very helpful. I don’t think I’m set on purchasing a new one, however…

Gakuto: I still feel like my life is in danger…

Mouri: Heyy, Inui, Mukahi!

Inui: …Ah, Mouri-senpai.

Gakuto: Hey there. You here to look for something too?

Mouri: Yeah! You guys seen the store for the stamp rally?

Inui: Probability I’ve seen it: 0%.

Gakuto: That’s not something you need to calculate, is it?

Inui: I wouldn’t say it isn’t.

Mouri: Okay… Well, sorry for botherin’ you!

Mouri: But if you end up makin’ somethin’ yummy, please let me know~!

Inui: Yes, of course. Fufufu…

—

Mouri: Mmm, not over here either…

Mouri: Ah?

—

Kirihara: Oh, that one looks cool!

Ryoma: I have that one.

Kirihara: Seriously!? We should battle sometime, then!

Mouri: Yo, Kirihara and Echizen! You guys like video games?

Kirihara: Oh, Mouri-senpai!

Ryoma: Hey.

Kirihara: Do you like video games too, Mouri-senpai?

Mouri: I’m not really into that kinda stuff, I like this game a whole lot more.

Kirihara: That’s…

Ryoma: A stamp rally?

Mouri: Yep! Hey, have you seen the store for this one around?

Kirihara: Yeah, I have!

Mouri: Where!?

Kirihara: Over here!

—

Mouri: Oh man, thank you! It’s finally complete!

Kirihara: So, whatcha gonna get?

Mouri: Huh? Oh, yeah, I don’t even know.

Kirihara: Huh, so you weren’t doing it for the prize!?

Mouri: Nah. I like doin’ it just to go around collectin’ the stamps. So yeah, I don’t really care for the prizes.

Ryoma: Wow, wasn’t expecting that.

[Improvement Level 2 - Episode 1]

Mouri: Ooh, they’re sellin’ all kinds of seeds.

Mouri: (I wonder which vegetables I should grow once I get back from the camp… There’s so many I haven’t tried growin’ yet.)

Mouri: Wow… Kyoto vegetables… they have all kinds. Kujo green onion, Manganji peppers… Ohh, they even have Kamo eggplant!

Mouri: I bet if I grew some of these and made veggie tendon with ‘em, it’d be amazin’.

Krauser: …Mouri-san?

Mouri: Hm? Oh, Krauser! Whatcha doin’ over here?

Krauser: I came to look at the flower seeds. Do you grow flowers too, Mouri-san?

Mouri: Nope, I grow these. Vegetables galore!

Krauser: Vegetables… I see.

Mouri: I like to grow vegetables back at my place. Obviously I can’t grow ‘em here at the camp, but I just wanted to check ‘em out.

Krauser: Is that so… And why can you not grow vegetables here?

Mouri: Well, they’re different from flowers, you need room for days if you wanna grow ‘em.

Mouri: Ehh, I guess I could grow ‘em in planters, but I don’t wanna do it that way.

Krauser: “Room for days”?

Mouri: Errr, it just means you need a lotta space.

Krauser: Oh, I see.

Krauser: Huh… You can grow vegetables, if you want?

Mouri: Huh?

Krauser: Me, Yukimura-san and Matsudaira-san take care of the flower beds at the camp.

Krauser: There is still some empty space left that you could grow your vegetables in.

Mouri: For real!?

Krauser: Yes. I will let Yukimura-san and Matsudaira-san know.

Mouri: Thank you! Alright then, I’ll take your word for it!

Mouri: Okay, now which vegetables should I choose!? This has got me so excited now!

[Improvement Level 2 - Episode 2]

Mouri: Nice, nice, the soil’s lookin’ good. All this hard work’s gonna pay off!

Mouri: Now I finally get to sow the seeds today~

Krauser: Mouri-san!

Mouri: Hm? Oh, Krauser! What’s up?

Krauser: I wanted to see how the flower beds are doing… But have you sown your seeds yet?

Mouri: Nope, I actually was just about to. You wanna help me do it?

Krauser: I have never grown vegetables, but I would like to give it a try!

Mouri: Alright, then let’s get to it!

Krauser: Right. So what kinds of seeds did you buy?

Mouri: Radish and mizuna. Since we’re here at this camp, I made sure to choose ones that took the least amount of time to grow.

Krauser: Mizuna… We do not have that back in my country.

Mouri: Oh, okay. Then you can look forward to when they’re grown.

Krauser: Right.

Mouri: Well, y’know what Krauser, how ‘bout you sow ‘em?

Mouri: I’ve already made the furrows, so can you plant ‘em one to two centimeters apart please?

Krauser: Sure.

—

Mouri: Phew, all done!

Krauser: Great job.

Mouri: Now all that’s left is to tend to ‘em till they’re grown safe and sound.

Krauser: Is tending to them the same as tending to flowers?

Mouri: Mm, kinda, I guess? You just gotta make sure you thin ‘em once they sprout… But that’s about it.

Mouri: Waterin’ is different with each vegetable, I dunno how different it is from flowers though.

Krauser: I see.

Krauser: What do you do with the vegetables you grow?

Mouri: Why, I harvest and eat them!!

Mouri: You can eat either of ‘em as tempura, but you should try ‘em in veggie tendon. I love me some veggie tendon.

Krauser: Veggie tendon?

Mouri: Huh, do you not know what that is!? That’s no good!

Mouri: Alright, I’m gonna feed you since you let me use part of the flower bed!!

[Improvement Level 2 - Episode 3]

Mouri: I think tendon tastes best when you make it with the vegetables you grew yourself…

Mouri: But since they’re obviously not grown yet, I have to use store-bought ones today, sorry ‘bout that.

Krauser: No, I look forward to it!

Mouri: Alright, let’s get started—

Mouri: Oop, looks like we got a visitor.

Tachibana: Hm? Oh, Mouri-san and Krauser. Nice work today.

Mouri: Same to you, Tachibana. You here to cook?

Tachibana: Yes. I was thinking of making something different to try and change things up…

Tachibana: Do you cook too, Mouri-san?

Mouri: Yup! I’m gonna whip him up some veggie tendon.

Tachibana: Veggie tendon! How nice.

Mouri: You wanna help me out with it?

Tachibana: Of course.

Krauser: I will do what I can to help as well.

Mouri: Thank you! ‘Kay, let’s get cookin’.

Mouri: Today’s veggie tendon’s gonna have sweet potato, pumpkin, shiso and eggplant!

Tachibana: That sounds delicious.

Mouri: Right!? Tachibana, I’ll have you cut ‘em, Krauser, you can dip ‘em in the batter, and I’ll handle the fryin’.

Tachibana: Got it. I’ll be sure to cut them into the right size for tempura.

Mouri: Alright, you got this. Let’s start makin’ the batter, Krauser.

Krauser: Right. Please.

—

Mouri: All done!!

Krauser: It smells really good!

Tachibana: It looks fantastic.

Mouri: Alright, let’s eat. This is gonna be good!

Tachibana: …Mm, it is! It’s nice and crispy.

Mouri: You cut ‘em nice and neat, Tachibana, so they cooked evenly and came out real good.

Mouri: So how do you like your first veggie tendon, Krauser?

Krauser: It is very, very delicious! The tempura and sauce are incredible!

Krauser: We need to make this with the vegetables we planted!

Mouri: I know~! It tastes completely different when you use the vegetables you grew.

Krauser: Wow, it will be the best! I am so excited!

Mouri: (And I’d also like to treat Tsuki-san and the others who’ve been takin’ care of me.)

Mouri: I’ll grow ‘em with care, and make delicious veggie tendon for everyone!

[Improvement Level 3 - Episode 1]

Fuji: …Ah.

Jackal: Ah.

Fuji: Fufu… You wanted to check out the latest edition too?

Jackal: I’m not too into books, but I like to read travel magazines. I always keep up with this one.

Fuji: Oh! I like looking at the photos of the places. I keep up with this one too.

Jackal: Wow, would you look at that! How about we borrow it and read it together then?

Fuji: Sounds great, let’s do it.

—

Mouri: Ah, found ‘em. Fuji, Kuwahara!

Fuji: Mouri-san? What’s up?

Mouri: I know you guys just borrowed it, but I was wantin’ to check out that new edition too!

Mouri: When I came to the library, you guys already checked it out. So I went lookin’ for you.

Mouri: So, how ‘bout all of us read it together?

Fuji: Yeah, of course.

Jackal: Oh, so you like travel magazines too, Mouri-senpai?

Mouri: Yup. Books aren’t really for me, but I like to check out travel magazines.

Fuji: Fufu, it’s the same for Kuwahara-kun.

Jackal: Didn’t expect us to have something in common.

Mouri: Haha, true. It makes me happy, though.

Mouri: So, what’re they showin’ this time?

Fuji: Gamla Stan in Sweden.

Mouri: Oh, how cool! Lookin’ just like those Scandinavian towns you’d imagine. All retro and stylish.

Fuji: Check out this photo. The green of the trees really makes the bright orange buildings stand out, doesn’t it?

Mouri: Yeah! It looks so nice with that cobblestone pavement and beautiful sky… just like a paintin’.

Jackal: Oh, check out what they’re showing over here. It’s part of their personal travel series, but they’re showing off Salar de Uyuni.

Mouri: Whoa~! Last time it was Pompeii, they’ve really upped the ante since then, haven’t they!?

Jackal: I think a trip to Pompeii would be a lot harder to set up, but it looks like they went through a lot of trouble for this too.

Mouri: Wow, I’m really curious about it! Let’s check it out later.

Jackal: Of course!

[Improvement Level 3 - Episode 2]

Ryoga: What’re you guys looking at that’s got you so hooked?

Mouri: Oh, we’re reading the latest edition of this travel magazine.

Ryoga: Hm, a travel magazine…

Ryoga: Those magazines only show you the pretty parts and what they want you to see.

Mouri: Well, yeah, but that’s what travel magazines are all about.

Mouri: Oh, that’s right. You’ve been to a couple other countries before, haven’t you? Where have you been?

Ryoga: Well… The place I’ve been to the most is the US, I guess?

Ryoga: The US is way too big, and doesn’t really have that much of a history compared to other countries.

Ryoga: But they have all kinds of races there. It’s normal over there, so my mug wasn’t out of the ordinary to them.

Mouri: Wow! Well, I always heard that New York was a melting pot with different races.

Ryoga: Yeah, no doubt about that.

Ryoga: Then there’s… Spain. It’s not too bad over there either. The ham’s really good, and the beaches are nice.

Ryoga: Everyone’s got good vibes, too. But that’s just how Hispanics are.

Ryoga: They’ve got these beautiful, artistic cities just like in those photos. And there’s castles all over the place.

Ryoga: The only thing not listed on there are the dancers that practice in the parks.

Jackal: Dancers?

Ryoga: They got these flamenco dancers that’ll practice and put on surprise performances at places like El Retiro Park.

Ryoga: It’s really cool. And sometimes there’s even dance battles. That’s something neat you don’t even see at their bars.

Fuji: Wow, I’d like to see that.

Ryoga: And there’s… Oh, I’ve been to Macau. But you’ve been there too, haven’t you?

Mouri: Yep, on our expedition.

Ryoga: They speak Chinese over there, but it’s also European. And it has Asian vibes to it, it’s pretty interesting.

Ryoga: But it’s also a strange city, there’s a tiny amount of people that speak Portuguese there too, and it’s not considered a part of Europe or Asia.

Mouri: I guess you could say it’s exotic.

Jackal: I see… If they speak Portuguese, then I might be able to understand them…

Ryoga: I’ve been to other places, but I’m gonna leave it at that for now.

Fuji: It’s cool to hear stories from people who’ve actually been there, it gives you get a better feel of the foreign countries.

Jackal: Right. And it’s nice hearing about all these things that weren’t in the magazine!

Mouri: I’ve been to a couple of places before, but hearing about all this makes me wanna travel again.

Mouri: There’s still so many things I don’t know about this world.

[Improvement Level 3 - Episode 3]

Mouri: Whenever I see these places in the travel magazines, I wanna go there so bad.

Byoudouin: Huh, what are you talking about.

Mouri: Byoudouin-san!

Ryoga: Hm. What was the world like from your perspective?

Byoudouin: Huh?

Ryoga: You and Duke traveled a lot, didn’t you?

Byoudouin: …—Europe is indeed strong.

Mouri: Strong?

Byoudouin: Germany’s leader: Volk, France, Spain, Greece…

Byoudouin: The countries I’ve listed are at the top of the world’s rankings. The chances of their players going pro is also high.

Byoudouin: However… there’s another matter. Tennis has not been made prominent in developing countries such as Africa.

Byoudouin: Tennis requires the proper equipment, so it’s not played at all in some areas since they don’t have access to it.

Byoudouin: It’s such a shame since the people there have such high physical capabilities. Quite unfortunate.

Byoudouin: If tennis were more accessible for them, they would make good rivals.

Mouri: (All this info’s interestin’ to me as a U-17 player, but…)

Fuji: (It has nothing to do with traveling…)

Byoudouin: All good?

Mouri: Oh, yeah! That was very useful information! Thank you very much, Byoudouin-san!

Byoudouin: Hmph… Well, you’d better do your best and stay focused so you don’t get the rug swept from under you.

Byoudouin: The world’s full of people like you have never seen before. There’s not a second to lose.

Mouri: (He’s right. That info he gave us is important if we’re gonna go up against the world.)

Mouri: You’re right. Well, this was a nice change of pace, and hearing all that’s got me pumped up.

Mouri: Let’s go practice for a bit, everyone!

Fuji: Sounds good.

Jackal: Let’s do it!

Mouri: (…I won’t let myself lose like that again.)

[Improvement Level 4 - Episode 1]

Mizuki: *sigh*…

Chitose: What’s wrong, Mizuki?

Mizuki: Even though I blow-dried my hair, the humidity’s still making a mess out of it.

Mizuki: Rainy days like these are intolerable.

Chitose: Yeah, I get you. My hair does not agree with me on rainy days, especially in the morning.

Kirihara: Me too! No matter what I do, I still get all frizzy.

Mizuki: Hm… I’m glad we can agree on something, but don’t be thinking my hairstyle can be lumped in with yours.

Kirihara: Huh, what do you mean!! Our hair’s pretty much the same, isn’t it!?

Mizuki: No, it isn’t.

Mouri: I get you too. That’s how it is when you got curly hair.

Mizuki: …Mouri-san.

Mouri: You can’t blow-dry it, oil it up, or do nothin’ to help when it’s rainy. Your hair’s gonna go everywhere no matter what.

Chitose: All you can do is just accept it.

Mizuki: You two are quite the carefree characters, Mouri-san and Chitose-kun. At least that’s what I’ve calculated.

Mouri: Really? Well, it’s just ‘cause my curls are my curls.

Mouri: Hey, what about you, Akutagawa? You’re pretty curly yourself.

Jirou: Mm, am I curlier than usual? Well, I don’t “C” it, so it doesn’t matter!

Mizuki: …That optimistic outlook does have me envious.

Mouri: You’re the type that lets things get under your skin, huh.

Mizuki: Well, of course. Appearances are important.

Mouri: So do you calculate your curliness, too?

Mizuki: No, that would be difficult to calculate. I’ve been calculating a hairstyle that would go well with my waves.

Mouri: Oh, gotcha! You got this, data man.

Mouri: (I didn’t know I’d make so many “Curly Alliances” here!)

[Improvement Level 4 - Episode 2]

Mouri: Just wondering, how do you guys improve your concentration?

Tanegashima: Huh, what’re you asking that for?

Mouri: Well, a middle schooler had asked me for advice. He was wondering how he could sharpen his concentration.

Mouri: So, please fill me in!

Irie: Haha, what a difficult question.

Tanegashima: Well for you, you’re sharp as a tack when you’re asleep, but…

Mitsuya: You’re an average player when you’re awake.

Mouri: I know! And I wanna do something to fix that!

Tanegashima: How ambitious of you☆

Irie: How does it feel when you’re in the zone? If you can figure that out, that might be a hint?

Mouri: Mm… that’s hard to say…

Mouri: Well, to be honest, it’s like I’m in the middle of these fluffy clouds, and all I can see is the ball…

Mouri: Wait, so I’m aware of that at least!?

Mitsuya: I see, but it’s not much to go off of.

Mouri: Well, what about you guys, what gets you concentrating?

Tanegashima: Lemme think… Oh, yeah. I guess when I’m having fun?

Mouri: Having fun?

Mitsuya: He does make a good point, you’re free from all pressures once you’re in a state of pure enjoyment…

Mitsuya: It is a proven method of boosting concentration in tennis.

Mouri: Oh, yeah…? And what about you, Tsuki-san?

Ochi: …I’m not interested.

Irie: Well, you are in doubles now, Mouri-kun. So there may be times where trying to concentrate on your own won’t be enough.

Irie: Perhaps it’d be better if you tried boosting your concentration with Ochi and strengthen your synchronization?

Mitsuya: Irie-san is right. You both excel as singles players anyway.

Mitsuya: It would only make sense to prioritize improving each other’s skills as a doubles pair, so that you may also improve in doubles…

Mitsuya: It should also have a positive effect on your individual skills.

Mitsuya: As well as being the most direct way for mutual improvement.

Mouri: Ohh? Alright… Well, Tsuki-san, let’s both do our best, shall we?

Mouri: Well, I say both of us, but all I end up doing is following your lead, Tsuki-san.

Ochi: …It’s no trouble for me.

Mouri: Really!?

Mouri: Okay! Then let’s become the best doubles partners, and improve our skills as rivals!

[Improvement Level 4 - Episode 3]

Mouri: Hah!!

Mouri: Kuh…!

Mouri: Dammit! Tsuki-san, one more time, please!

—

Sanada: …Seeing Mouri-senpai practicing so diligently… What a rare sight to behold.

Niou: No kidding. I can’t even recall a time where we practiced together when he was at Rikkai.

Yagyuu: Right. He hardly ever showed up.

Marui: I’ve caught him ditching before.

Jackal: But he’s changed into a whole new person, hasn’t he?

Sanada: Even so. I would’ve never imagined that he’d become so serious about practicing.

Yagyuu: I as well. I wonder what could’ve changed him.

Marui: Oh. I actually heard about it from Yanagi. He said he noticed a change after he lost to Ochi-senpai in the first round of the Kanto Tournament.

Niou: Huh, as expected of our Counselor, always quick to investigate.

Yagyuu: Right, and speaking of…

Marui: He was seriously pissed about all that.

Sanada: …Even though he did skip practice, he was still a strong player. That’s why he wasn’t dropped as a regular.

Sanada: And now, that very person is practicing so seriously…

Niou: Is it even possible for him to become stronger than he was then?

Jackal: It’s like that saying. Like adding things—I mean, wings to a tiger?

Yagyuu: Right on the money, Kuwahara-kun.

Sanada: But even if we’re unable to surpass him now, we can’t afford any losses.

Sanada: Let us practice with determination to reach his level and go beyond him!

Marui: Right!

Niou: We’ll make those high schoolers eat our dust.

[Improvement Level 5 - Episode 1]

Mouri: Ah, it’s almost time for practice. Tsuki-san’s probably already there, so I better start headin’ over…

Mouri: …Hm, Chitose? Whatcha doin’ here?

Chitose: Uh-oh, I’ve been caught.

Mouri: What’s this, you skippin’?

Chitose: Mm, not skipping, I was just wandering around and thought I’d take a little nap before I start.

Mouri: Ah, that sounds nice. Takin’ a walk. Sometimes you need a change of pace like that.

Mouri: Oh, by the way Chitose, you don’t speak in Kansai dialect, but have you always been at Shitenhoji?

Chitose: Nope. I moved from Kumamoto and ended up there.

Mouri: That’s what I thought! It must’ve been hard for you to get used to Shitenhoji. No other school’s as unique as that one.

Chitose: Ahaha! True, Shitenhoji is definitely unique, and it did take me a while to get used to it.

Mouri: It’s a school that specializes in comedy.

Mouri: I transferred from the comedic Shitenhoji to the uptight Rikkai, I couldn’t get used to their vibes at all.

Mouri: When I had introduced myself, I made a joke like I did at Shitenhoji since I thought it’d be a good way to break the ice, but the whole class just gave me blank stares.

Mouri: Even the teacher was confused, I messed up so bad, I was so embarrassed.

Chitose: I couldn’t wrap my head around the school rules at Shitenhoji when I first started.

Chitose: At the assembly when the principal was talking, everyone started mocking him…

Chitose: I was wondering what was going on, but then they all got mad at me, I had no clue what was happening.

Mouri: Right, “Rule Number 1: When the principal talks, we all mock.”

Mouri: Other principals’ speeches are so borin’ and hard to sit through when you’re used to that~

Chitose: Yeah, it does get you hooked once you’ve listened to it…

Chitose: By the way, Mouri-san. Haven’t we been talking for a bit now? Shouldn’t you be at practice?

Mouri: Augh, that’s right! Me and Tsuki-san were gonna try out new formations today!

Mouri: Tsuki-san’s gonna be so mad… No, I’ll make it if I make a run for it!

Mouri: Anyway, Chitose! I gotta get goin’! Let’s talk again sometime!

Chitose: Right, right, see ya later.

[Improvement Level 5 - Episode 2]

Mouri: (Yesterday’s practice was pretty interestin’.)

Mouri: (I thought that one formation wasn’t gonna work for us, but it actually did.)

Mouri: (But then the one I thought was gonna work didn’t work at all.)

Mouri: (It ended up bein’ a waste of time since it really screwed with our strong points…)

Mouri: (I wonder what we could do to make the most of our individuality…)

Mouri: (The one that worked will definitely become a weapon in matches if we keep practicin’ it, and we’ll refine it, but that other one…)

Mouri: Man, what a pain! I can’t come up with anythin’ good…

Jirou: …Mghh…

Mouri: Hm? What’s that noise?

Jirou: …Zzz…

Mouri: …Oh, Akutagawa.

Jirou: …Mm…

Mouri: Haha, sleepin’ like a babe. Heyy, can you hear me?

Jirou: …Zzz…

Mouri: Haha, he’s sound asleep.

Mouri: But it is nice out today, it would be nice to sleep out here.

Mouri: Man, makes me wanna sleep too…

Mouri: *yawn*~…

Mouri: Oh no, I’m gettin’ sleepy now… I could just fall asleep right here…

Mouri: …Zzz…

Mouri: No!! I can’t, I can’t!!

Mouri: I have to review yesterday’s formations with Tsuki-san today!

Mouri: I can’t be doin’ this right now! I gotta hurry to the courts and get practicin’!

Mouri: Well, Akutagawa! Get a lotta sleep for me!!

Jirou: Nnah…?

Jirou: Feels like someone was just here…

Jirou: Mm… or maybe I just imagined it… mnah, mnah…

Jirou: …Zzz…

[Improvement Level 5 - Episode 3]

Mouri: Ah, Tsuki-san! Sorry I kept you waiting!

Ochi: …I wasn’t waiting.

Mouri: Hehe… So what’ll we do today? I’m thinking it’d be good to practice the formation that worked for us yesterday…

Ochi: …We’re not practicing doubles today.

Mouri: Huh?

Ochi: We’ll be practicing singles to improve our individual skills.

Mouri: S-Seriously!!

Mouri: Augh, I’m so happy! When’s the last time we played singles together?

Ochi: …I’m not interested. Let’s get started.

Mouri: Right!

—

Ochi: Huh…

Mouri: Rah!

Ochi: …Here comes a poach.

Mouri: Uh? Okay!

Ochi: …

Mouri: Crap!

Ochi: Hm… You returned it.

Mouri: Hehe, I’m not gonna lose!

Ochi: This next one’s going to be a lob, so get back.

Mouri: Huh? Oh, right!

Ochi: …

Mouri: There we go!

Mouri: (Oh man, playin’ singles with Tsuki-san is so much fun!)

Mouri: (But it looks like Tsuki-san’s got a lot of fight in him…)

Mouri: (He keeps givin’ me tasks, but I have to really put in the work to get ‘em done.)

Mouri: (Tsuki-san’s amazin’ as usual!)

Ochi: …Now’s not the time to lose focus.

Mouri: I wasn’t! The only thing on my mind is our match, Tsuki-san!

Ochi: …I see.

Mouri: (I can’t lose either! Someday, in an official match…)

Mouri: I will defeat you, Tsuki-san!

Ochi: Not that I’m interested, but you’ll have to become stronger for that to happen.

Mouri: Right!

[Improvement Level 6 - Episode 1]

Kamio: Man, that height is something else…

Ibu: He’s way taller than us, isn’t he? It wasn’t fair…

Tachibana: But it was an excellent opportunity to go up against a high schooler and upperclassman.

Kamio: Yeah! Not to mention it’s unbelievable that we got to go up against the silent and stony Ochi-san!

Mouri: Huh!? What did you guys do with Tsuki-san!?

Kamio: Whoa!?

Ibu: …Don’t scare us like that… Just because you’re a high schooler doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want…

Mouri: Oh sorry, my bad. But I was so surprised when I heard Tsuki-san’s name come up, I had to see what’s goin’ on.

Kamio: Please pay no mind to what he was saying!

Mouri: So, did you really do somethin’ with Tsuki-san?

Tachibana: Yes. We basically did a rematch of the Red vs. White competition, with the balloons and everything.

Mouri: How nice! I wish I could’ve played too… You should invite me next time.

Kamio: How about we do it right now instead!?

Mouri: Huh?

Kamio: The situation was different last time, so let’s go at it again head-on and fair-and-square, Mouri-san!

Ibu: There were a lot of rules and restrictions during that competition… But here at the camp, we don’t have to worry about that.

Tachibana: We hardly ever get the chance to practice with you too, Mouri-san, we only faced each other during that competition.

Mouri: (These middle schoolers are right, I was just a nuisance for everyone durin’ it, and we couldn’t even fight on equal terms.)

Mouri: (How would it turn out if me and these guys went toe-to-toe?)

Mouri: Okay, let’s have ourselves a battle!

Kamio: Alright! We’ll get the balloons ready!

Mouri: (But isn’t three on one a lil’ much? Well, I guess I am a high schooler though…)

Mouri: (If it’d be two vs. two, then it wouldn’t be fair to the others. I guess this would be best with the power difference.)

Tachibana: All set.

Mouri: Alright then, let’s get to it!

[Improvement Level 6 - Episode 2]

Mouri: Alright, we’re doin’ obstacle trainin’ today!

Kikumaru: Wow, how cool!

Gakuto: This’ll really polish our strengths!

Tokugawa: This type of training is good from time to time.

Mouri: Okay, let’s get started everyone~

—

Kikumaru: Hoi hoiii~♪

Gakuto: There we go!

Tokugawa: Oh, you two have good core body strength. What are your training methods?

Kikumaru: Mmm, I don’t really know! What about you, Mukahi?

Gakuto: I feel like doing my acrobatics naturally strengthens my core!

Tokugawa: I see, so it’s natural for you… I’m quite envious of that.

Mouri: Must be nice being able to bounce around like that~

Kikumaru: I think it’d be totally awesome to see you do acrobatics since you’re so tall, Mouri-senpai!

Mouri: Haha, thanks! But yeah, I’m a little too big to try and master acrobatics at this point.

—

Mouri: Mm, this hole’s pretty small. Maybe it’d be better for someone shorter…? How about you guys, Kikumaru, Mukahi.

Gakuto: I wouldn’t be able to do it.

Kikumaru: There’s no way we could do it, you’d have to dislocate your joints~!

Mouri: Oh! Okay, let’s dislocate ‘em, then.

Gakuto: Huh!?

*CRK, CRK!*

Mouri: There we go.

Kikumaru: HUHHH!!!???

Mouri: Ooh, I think I can do it!

Kikumaru: Hold on a sec! Your joints dislocate that easily!?

Mouri: Yeah, dislocatin’ my joints is my specialty.

Gakuto: Is that even something you should be bragging about!?

Mouri: It’s fine, it’s fine! Now I can fit… see!

Tokugawa: No, you should refrain from damaging your joints since there could be recurring issues.

Mouri: Mmm, is that so…

Tokugawa: I think you should receive medical attention at once.

Gakuto: He’s right! You definitely should!

Kikumaru: Yeah, yeah! You should go to the infirmary ASAP!

Tokugawa: Let’s end this training here and head back. Mouri, you will report to the infirmary.

Mouri: H-Huhh~…

Mouri: (But just a lil’ more and I could’ve done it…)

[Improvement Level 6 - Episode 3]

Mouri: Comin’ in.

Shiraishi: Huh, Mouri-san?

Mouri: What’s this, Shiraishi and Oishi, it’s the “-ishi” combo.

Oishi: Haha, “-ishi” combo, huh…

Shiraishi: That’d be nice, Oishi-kun. Why don’t you and I become a combo?

Oishi: H-Huh…?

Mouri: Yeah, that’d be pretty cool.

Oishi: A-Anyway, why are you here, Mouri-senpai?

Mouri: Ah, right, right. I dislocated my joints earlier, and it shocked everyone.

Mouri: I tried tellin’ ‘em I was fine, but they kept freakin’ out and tellin’ me to get checked…

Oishi: Uh no, how could that be fine!?

Mouri: Huh?

Oishi: Don’t you know that your joints aren’t meant to be dislocated!? That’s just basic knowledge of the human body!!

Mouri: W-Wha… really?

Shiraishi: Of course they aren’t! Oishi-kun’s exactly right!

Shiraishi: When you dislocate a joint, the tissue that was preventing dislocation shifts and then it becomes easier to dislocate!

Mouri: I see… But really, it’s no problem.

Oishi: “It’s no problem”, you say?

Mouri: …Oop.

Mouri: (Oh no, I shouldn’t have said that.)

Oishi: LISTEN!

Oishi: If it’s happened once or twice, then it can be fixed with your bare hands, but if it keeps happening, then you’ll require surgery for it to heal properly!

Oishi: And you know how devastating surgery is for us athletes!

Mouri: …Yeah, uh-huh…

Shiraishi: Do you truly understand?

Mouri: I-I do, I do.

Oishi: If you understand, then please refrain from doing it here on out.

Shiraishi: If you dislocate them again, then I’ll have to report you to the coaches and you’ll get sent to a rehabilitation facility. Do you understand!?

Mouri: Y-Yes! I absolutely do! I swear!

Mouri: (When did these two get so scary!?)

If you’re wondering why he talks different at certain parts, it’s because he does in Japanese. That’s the point.

[antvnger]

Momma Lang’s Reese’s Cup Cheesecake with Oreo Crust Recipe

I know you guys have been waiting for this! Especially @thegreenwichvillagemystic and @oldmanwithashield ...or @smolbendyhorn I can't remember which one of you said but either way, the message gets across.

Here it is! Without further ado!

Part 1: The Oreo Crust Part (can be used for loads more than just this cheesecake FYI)

Ingredients

22 Oreos, cream filling and all

5 tbsp unsalted butter, melted

Directions

In a blender, pulse all the Oreos into a fine crumb. Or if you wanna go old school and throw them in a Ziplock bag and beat them to a pulp with a rolling pin, that’s cool too. Just get them to a fine crumb.

Pour them into a large bowl. You should have roughly 2 cups’ worth (packed)

Add the melted butter and stir to combine. Smash up any large chunks that form.

Pour mixture into whatever ungreased pan you’re needing. Pat the crumbs down into the bottom and up the sides to make a compact, thick crust.

The mixture is gonna be thick and pretty wet, but if the mixture is super duper wet and not forming a nice crust, grind up 2 or 3 more Oreos and mix those crumbs in.

If this is for a baked dessert:  pre-bake the crust per whatever filling recipe directions you’ve got. Mom usually pre-bakes for 8-10 minutes at 350°F.

If this is for a no-bake filling dessert:  bake for 10-12 minutes at 350°F then cool crust completely before using unless your recipe says otherwise.

Part 2: The Cheesecake Part

Ingredients

Three (3) 8oz packages of regular cream cheese, softened (AKA at room temp)

1 cup granulated sugar

4 eggs at room temp

1 tbsp vanilla extract

¾ cup creamy peanut butter

½ cup heavy cream

A dozen mini peanut butter cups (or an equivalent with normal sized ones) cut up into decent bite sized pieces 

Mom’s tip: throw your Reese’s cups in the fridge for 10ish minutes, and it’ll be easier to cut them later 

Another tip from Mom:  if you don’t want to use PB cups, you can use Reese’s pieces or chocolate and peanut butter chips.

My tip:  PB cups are definitely the way to go! (unless you can get like the pumpkins or the eggs or Christmas trees because we all know those are better than the regular cups)

Directions

After taking care of your crust, set the oven temp to 325°F

Using a stand mixer on medium speed, cream together the cream cheese until it’s smooth.

Add sugar and vanilla extract and continue to mix on med-high speed for another couple of minutes, scraping down the sides of the bowl when needed until the mixture is smooth

Reduce speed to low and add eggs one at a time, mixing well after each one. Do not overmix.

Keep mixer speed on low, add peanut butter and heavy cream. Continue mixing until everything is completely incorporated.

Fold mini PB cups into the mix.

Spoon batter on top of crust in your springform pan and bake for one hour.

After that, turn oven off, crack the oven door open an inch and let cheesecake cool in the oven for 30 minutes.

After that, remove cheesecake from the oven and let cool for another hour or until it’s cool enough to put in the fridge to cool completely overnight.

Part 3: Ganache & PB Cup Toppings Part

Ingredients

1 cup (or 8oz) semi-sweet chocolate chips

½ cup heavy cream

30 mini peanut butter cups (or an equivalent with normal sized ones) cut up into decent bite sized pieces

Mom’s tip: this amount is just a suggestion since it’s for the topping. Put as much or as little as you want on top.

Directions

Using a medium sized heat safe bowl, combine the heavy cream and semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Heat in the microwave for 45 second intervals, stirring after each interval until the chocolate is smooth.

Pour ganache slowly on to the top of the cheesecake and gently smooth it on top.

Evenly sprinkle the top with the quartered PB cups pieces.

[eshidu]

I remember you said something in tags a long time ago about how it’s more efficient to order bigger pizzas due to how they do sizes, and I’ve lived my life by that ever since.

Omg yaaay I love to hear that lolol

So so glad my random food knowledge has come in handy! (Via more pizza yahooo!!) I'm sure the pizza places you order from appreciate your consistency

Here's some more of my favorite food tips to give out that no one asked for UwU

- if you cut spicy peppers, rub a pea-worth of neutral oil (canola) on your hands, then just as much dish soap before actually washing your hands w water. The capsaicin binds w the oil and comes off easier!

- if youre making your own spaghetti/tomato based pasta but don't wanna add too much sugar, you can let your sauce simmer with big slivers of orange peels to help sweeten it! The orange works well against the spices. (A splash of orange juice also rly boosts the flavors in banana bread, zucchini bread, pumpkin bread, and even tomato soup!)

- a little pinch of lemon zest in garlic butter, specifically for garlic bread, is an absolute game changer

Actually maybe I should provide more food ordering tips, so

- for a cheaper pumpkin spice latte dupe at starbux, order a blonde roast coffee w cream/milk of choice, and two pumps of the pumpkin syrup

- instead of a big Mac, order a mcdouble with bigmac sauce and lettuce. You'll miss the middle bun, its otherwise the same for cheaper.

- for McDougal again, if you're gonna get a quarter pounder, order it first so the grillcooks can toss it on right away; they're typically made to order cuz they don't sit well (smallify under their own weight coupled w the heat lamps, so they're rarely made beforehand)

Here's more pizza stuff courtesy of my partner from their pizza manager days:

- pizza actually freezes really well! Order extra and freeze it, heat it up in the oven 350 for about 8min for a whole pizza

- you can ask for your pizza well done if you want your cheese golden instead of just melty

-if they have fresh parm, ask for it to be added AFTER the bake, else it just blends into the mozzarella (unless that's how you like it, but you're missing out on richer parm flavor)

- if you order spinach, ask them to put it between the sauce and the cheese- under the cheese specifically, and it won't burn during the bake.

And lastly, my ultimate fastfood wisdom:

How to make Wendy's frosty:

- 14oz sweetened condensed milk

- 8oz cool whip, still firm/cold

- 8cups or half gal 1% chocolate milk

- 1 Tablespoon vanilla extract

Blend together till smooth and freeze for about 4hrs

You'll likely wanna blend in two batches since most blenders only hold about 8 cups to begin with, but there ya go! :3

[mobbothetrue]

I’m doing an honour mode run of Baldur’s Gate 3 (just barely into the underdark) and it’s been going great

I mean there have been some. Uh. Extremely dicey fights. Including one where I was three hp away from a tpk. but generally okay

One big exception though. So I’m playing a chaotic good tiefling, Sephira, so ofc she sympathizes with the refugees and goes off to the goblin camp to take em out. No problems. Gut gets korilla’d, Minthara I did try to keep alive but she was on 6 hp and the game showed me a button that said ‘hellish rebuke’ and uh. One thing led to another you know how it is. and. I don’t remember the third guy. Zirg? Zorg? Dror Raglzin? Something like that. He got barreled. No problem, easy peasy, let’s go to the grove and get our party :)

I walk in using Karlach, bc usually every time I go to the grove for the party Zevlor will NOT let me talk to any of the npc’s behind him and I wanna do that. So Karlach triggers dialogue and I break Sephira off from the group to chat with some npcs.

At this point, four things worth noting.

One: I (erroneously, it seems) recall there is a way to revive Minthara,,, but I left her body in the goblin camp.

Two: I intended, initially, to ignore the creche entirely and just go through the underdark… but the entrance to the underdark is in the goblin camp.

Three: after you kill the leaders, the entire goblin camp aggros on sight.

Four: I am on a voice call with a friend, meaning, instead of this being something I am thinking inside of my brain I am saying it out loud and as a visual aid to the story I have my map open and my cursor hovering over the fast travel point to the goblin camp.

I’m sure you can guess what I clicked by accident.

Thankfully, (ohmygod), because Sephira was separate from the group when I did that, only she went. Switching back to Karlach and triggering the party got Sephira out. Phew.

Do the party. Nearly accidentally romance Gale for the second playthrough in a row. Drinking, merry times, wheeeee!

Parties over. Next day. I have a bunch of loot to sell so I grab it and exit the camp.

Loading screen. Loading screen. Sounds of initiative being rolled. Loading screen paired with the worst sinking dread I have ever experienced.

It put me back in the fucking goblin camp.

By some sheer stroke of fate, despite the party being together, everyone else went to the emerald grove, but that thirty seconds I spent unable to see… holy shit. So fucking scary. Sephira gets the absolute shit murdered out of her.

How do I make sure this never ever happens again.

Be more careful? Make sure I don’t click things by accident?

I get to level five and proceed to slaughter the entire camp. I used the bridge as a funnel for em, set up a grease puddle to keep them back, had Sephira plant a cloud of daggers right in the middle for them to run into, Gale on standby with a fireball once enough of them clumped up, and Karlach hucking this cool spear I (found? Bought??? I don’t remember) to pick off the little guys.

Astarion is back in camp hanging out with Withers in case things go wrong, but they don’t. In fact, things go so right that the only character to leave the fight worse than they entered is…. Astarion. somehow. Yeah I don’t know what he got up to when I wasn’t looking but he lost like 8 hp.

Anyway long story short: got a problem? Could being careful fix it? No. Wrong. Blender.

[hastings727]

I'm Starting to Figure out Living Better.

It took 31 years to figure out "oh yeah just go back to school and learn stuff". I guess I hated school as a kid so much (not to mention the buckets of childhood traumas, thanks mom and stepdad) that I couldn't even see potential for anything in my life.

I'm in school right now, a local community college, for a videography course. Multiple courses to get a certificate, which is not a degree but its something. I have a friend who works for a production company and I'm fairly certain I could get a job with them, whatever it might be.

So I'm taking the courses, and they're fun. They are the literal first in-person courses I've taken since 2011, when I was barely 20. And those were literally just the pre-req classes for english and math, all for me to take a programming course after, and give up 3 weeks in. Ugh.

But what makes me so happy is that not only are the projects interesting, I actually accomplish them. Not only do i accomplish them, I'm getting multiple ideas for videos, doing all the extra work like doing a storyboard (which was so hard at first until my teacher was like "you dont have to be good at drawing"). We have our final project right now and I'm shooting it today, but i also have a different idea for it that I wanna do just because.

This sort of enthusiasm hasn't been present for me like, ever. The only time I enjoy stuff, its entertainment. I put myself down way too hard whenever I tried to create stuff before. Drawing, gave up Web design, gave up Blender, gave up.

And more "boring" jobs just felt like a chore to learn, like I took a class for medical coding but it all felt like being back at high school again. Worksheets on worksheets, all online so I had no one to help or push me along. I think being in a classroom and having creative assignments being given by actual teachers, in person (And have been so nice and helpful), has helped me so much.

My teachers have been so good, not only in instructing but in making me feel like I can accomplish this stuff. They never make me feel dumb for not understanding something. When I finished the first major project, I remember feeling so bad about it, and I told my teacher "I think this is bad, I did a bad job, i dont want ppl to see it" and he said "I understand how you feel, but you have to understand that you're a beginner, and so is everyone else. You can't expect to be good right out the gate. We all critique each-others work together, and its not to put eachother down, its to give valid criticism so that we can get better."

And that one little speech he told me broke a lifetimes worth of negative attitude. I was so changed, I told him I'd like to be first or 2nd to present my video, because I wanted to know what I did wrong. And after the video was over, all my classmates told me "I don't know why you were worried, that was great!" They all still gave me their criticism, and so did my teacher. And we did that for everyone. It was such a respectful and kind atmosphere.

Someones gonna read this and go "Revima, that is literally a normal educational space." To which I'd say "I'm sure you're correct but I have *issues*."

[isa-ah]

i wanna try making one of those like... the rp reaction sheets? like the sets of icons people use? but i dont rp and have no need for them. people do commissions for those right? i wanna try it at least once in my life to make a sheet of those..

[venusiangguk]

I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

~~~

aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

[smoochkooks]

—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary:  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.  

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.  

“Y-your parents did what?”  

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.  

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”  

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.  

“Okay.”  

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.  

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.  

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.  

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.  

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents. 

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.  

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.  

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.  

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”  

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”  

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.” 

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.” 

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.  

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.  

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.” 

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”  

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down.   

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”  

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”  

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.” 

“But you love me anyway, don't you?” 

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?  

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”  

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.  

Bingo.  

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”  

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.  

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.  

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”  

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”  

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”  

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.  

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.  

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”  

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.  

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.  

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?  

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.  

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks. 

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.  

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”  

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”  

“Anything for my pretty girl.”  

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”  

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.  

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”  

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”  

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.  

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.  

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly  and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.  

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.  

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.  

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”  

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”  

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.  

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.  

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”  

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”  

“Cream-pie!”  

“I hate you!”  

“And I love you too.”  

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.  

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.  

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.