#i'll reblog with what it looks like though in the meantime

[arlo-venn]

I know it doesn't seem like it, but things really are starting to get a little better for me. My health isn't, but I'm working on it. My next big disability hearing is on October 24th or 28th (I forget which)— this is when I'll find out if I'm approved or if I have to appeal again.

I can't say that I feel particularly great about my chances or my current preparedness as far as evidence goes, but I am feeling relatively optimistic about life in general, and I have been becoming increasingly more functional (mentally/executive dysfunction-wise), too. We're in the process of moving me and Arlo out of the basement and into what is currently the craft room upstairs. I've been sleeping up there with him for about a month now, but we haven't switched the furniture yet. I suspect the basement was contributing to how sick I've been at least a little bit, so I'm happy to have Arlo out of there.

Somehow I feel like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, even though it doesn't feel likely that we'll win this round of disability, which is going to wreak havoc on my current survival support system as Tyrell has made it very clear that she cannot do this for another year if I have to appeal again. Trying not to think about that and focus on the things I need to do to strengthen my case instead... between me & the thousands of you I really thought my lawyer would be more helpful/more involved/offer more guidance than he is. At this point there's just not a lot of time left for more doctor's appointments. Being entirely nonfunctional through the whole of 2022 really set me back.

It's weird because things should be looking quite bleak from my perspective, but for some reason, they don't.

[bluebeary-jay]

A promise softly sung

Astarion x f!Reader/Tav

Summary: before the battle that will decide his fate, Astarion is terrified of losing you to Cazador. you comfort him after a nightmare. (set at the beginning of act 3)

Tags: hurt/comfort, BIG angst and some fluff, poor boy doesn't believe he's deserving of love :( let's hold him until he changes his mind

Warnings: mentions of trauma, self-deprecating thoughts, memories of past abuse and torture, c*zador, being unable to move (briefly), tadpoles mention (idk if that's a trigger)

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: hiiiiiiiii my darlings <33 soo this is something else from what i usually write but i finished bg3 recently and i LOVED IT but i'm on a trip rn so in the absence of my pc i found some inner inspiration to write something again. honestly i missed writing very much but i had the biggest block for almost a year now but maybe it'll get better now that my classes are starting again and i'll be needing a distraction lmao. anyway comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and don't be shy to send in a request! and as always, happy reading!!! <3

He was there again.

Astarion loathed those hard, stone walls as much as he feared them. It was here that he once spent an entire night, having infernal script meticulously carved into his skin. It was here that he was punished every time he disappointed his master, every time he didn’t do well enough on his mission. It was here that he was reminded time and time again how worthless, pathetic and meaningless his existence was. It was here he returned in almost all of his nightmares.

But now you were here, too.

Astarion couldn’t believe this, but no matter how much he blinked or willed himself to wake up, the view before his eyes didn’t change. It was you, chained by the wrists to the ceiling where he was hanging so many times before, your toes just barely scraping the ground that was already splattered with your blood. Your clothes were ripped to shreds and cuts and bruises covered almost every inch of your skin. Astarion wanted to run up to you, to get you somewhere safe and far away from this place, but he found that he was unable to move. It wasn’t shock seizing up his limbs, but magical paralysis which he had experienced a couple of times during combat. Even though he knew it was a spell that was holding him in place, he still fought against it with all the strength he could muster – but to no avail.

Your eyes, full of tears and fear, met his briefly before you looked past him at someone else.

“Ah, my sweet, insolent boy,” whispered a voice straight from Astarion’s deepest, darkest nightmares, causing him to tense up in terror. A hand – pale, all too familiar in its deceptive tenderness – brushed his jaw from behind before grabbing his hair roughly. The vampire spawn could do nothing but watch as his head was tilted back and he came face to face with his master.

No, it can’t be… How was Cazador here? How were you here?!

“You’ve been a very bad boy, Astarion,” Cazador tutted, shaking his head. “Running away like that, not returning home for months… It’s no way to treat family, isn’t it?” Astarion felt a sharp sting of his master’s quarterstaff at his back, digging into the scars made by the same hand, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t even scream. “But I’ll forgive you… eventually. After all, you brought me this delectable treat…”

Both him and Cazador looked up at you when Astarion realized what – or rather, who – that bastard was talking about. He tried shaking his head, tried begging for him not to hurt you, but he still couldn’t move, his voice was still stuck past his throat and no word or sound came out. In the meantime, Cazador stood up, walking around his spawn to stand in front of you.

“His own survival was always the most important thing to him,” Cazador said almost pitifully, and only after a moment Astarion realized that this time, he was speaking to you. “He’s a selfish, contemptuous creature, after all. Say, did he tell you he loved you before he lured you here like so many others before you? Did he lie, swearing how much you mean to him?”

“Yes, he… he did.”

Astarion prayed to any higher being that it was just the power of another spell compelling you to say that, and not what you were really thinking. He tried to struggle against his own magical restraints, but whatever scroll or verbal command was used, it was far too powerful for the vampire to beat it with sheer willpower alone. He was helpless again – but worse than that, he was forced to watch you being at Cazador’s mercy, too, all while he couldn’t do anything to save you.

“I honestly didn’t think poor Astarion had it in him,” Cazador continued calmly, gliding gracefully around you and disappearing behind your back. Your own eyes, now full of hurt and betrayal, were trained on Astarion’s. He couldn’t turn away, but in the corner of his vision the elf saw a flash of a blade against your bare skin. “To give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like him… But I’m so very proud of you, sweetling.” Cazador looked at him over your shoulder and licked his lips, so, so dangerously close to your neck. “You’ll live to serve me for centuries to come, and you can watch your lover take your place in my ritual… You did well, Astarion.”

No, Astarion cried in the prison of his own body, unable to reach you or to even stop Cazador from spilling lies into your ears. Not her, no, no, please–

“No!”

Cazador smiled widely and sank his teeth into your fragile neck, and you screamed, still looking at Astarion with this horrible hatred in your eyes…

“No, no, please! Take me, please, just don’t–”

“My love, it’s alright, you’re safe…”

“Stop! Please, just–!”

His body suddenly jerked painfully and his eyes shot open, darting around in confusion and trying to figure out where he was. Astarion wasn’t feeling the cold frigid air of the kennels anymore – instead his skin was almost hot, and damp from sweat, but there was something smooth and soft under his back… the sheets. He was in a bed, at an inn. Still panting heavily, he looked around, noting the details in his surroundings: the crooked chandelier, a little window with curtains drawn shut, his shirt hung neatly over the back of the chair… and your shoes right next to it.

At the memory of your battered and tortured body in Cazador’s dungeon, Astarion shot up with a belated sob, almost knocking you over in the process. Only when your warm hand left his cheek did he notice your presence. You were kneeling next to him on the mattress, expression worried and sorrowful, with the last traces of sleep just leaving the edge of your vision. His red eyes scanned your body, but there were no bruises, no cuts made by Cazador’s wretched blade, no burns on your wrists from the manacles he saw you in mere moments ago.

And there was no hatred in your gaze. Only love and care he didn’t deserve.

Astarion’s eyes filled with tears, but before he could run out of the room or hide under the bed, you opened your arms, gently offering him the solace within. And he, being the selfish, contemptuous creature that he was, didn’t deny himself what he wasn’t worthy of.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, petting his hair softly, while the other hand was – as always – mindful of the scars on his back. “It was a dream, my love. You’re safe here with us.”

His body shook with quiet sobs as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin and your blood singing to him just beneath. He saw again before his eyes the way Cazador looked at him before he bit you, right in this place he was now so close to…

To give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like him…

“I’m sorry,” Astarion choked out, finding his voice at last, which made you pause in your ministrations. “I’m so sorry f-for not doing anything… He…”

You were quiet for a couple of seconds, but then Astarion felt the most tender touch of your lips on the crown of his head, and he buried his face more into your chest.

“I’m here, darling,” you whispered. “Whatever you saw, it wasn’t real.”

He didn’t answer, instead lifting his arm and tentatively brushing his fingers just underneath your shirt. He didn’t feel any scars mirroring his own, but could still see the blood flowing from your back and down your legs, could still hear your painful scream… It brought fresh tears to his eyes again.

“I… I swear, I would never do that,” he attempted to explain himself, but his words came out in a pathetic sob, and he shook his head again, curling in on himself. “He– he was lying. I’d never…”

A fresh wave of tears wetted your shirt, but you didn’t seem to mind as you gently rocked him back and forth, cradling him safe in your arms. Old Astarion would probably scoff at the condescending action of being treated like an infant, but he knew better now. He still found it difficult, but with you at his side he was learning what true care and affection looked like, and how to accept it. You were always so patient with him, so gentle, never rushing or angry when he couldn’t give you the closeness and intimacy you deserved. Astarion loved that about you – even if he wasn’t ready to say it out loud just yet.

“My star…” you hesitated, but ultimately asked, “what did you dream about?”

The vampire took a shaky breath, unable to open his eyes or speak about what he saw. Instead, he called on the tadpole in his brain and nudged your mind with it, wordlessly asking for permission, which you immediately granted. There was at least one thing the tadpole was good for, he thought as you lived through the nightmare his weak, broken mind had conjured. If by the gods’ grace all of them managed to get rid of the tadpoles and survive this whole ordeal… and if by some miracle you still wanted to stay with him after all was done… Astarion knew he would have to learn how to communicate his feelings on his own. But not tonight. Not tonight.

You didn’t say anything for a long while, only continuing to hold him close to your chest. In this position he could hear the soothing beat of your heart, proving that he didn’t lead you to Cazador, that he didn’t turn you into a monster like him…

“We’re gonna kill him,” you finally said with your throat tight from emotions. “I promise you, as soon as we get to the Baldur’s Gate, we’ll find him and end him for good.”

Astarion knew what he should say – he should agree, or maybe jest that this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever said, or even argue that it’s not going to be that easy.

But all he could do right now was to continue clinging to you like a child, too afraid to face you.

“I’d never give you away,” he breathed, so quietly that he wasn’t sure you heard it, but he didn’t care. “Even if I had to suffer another two hundred years. I’d never–”

“I know, my darling,” you whispered back, and Astarion felt your own tears disappearing in his white locks. He still couldn’t believe why someone like you would waste your tears on him of all people, and it caused a new kind of pain to bloom in his chest. “And you’re not those things he told you. You’re… you’re everything to me, Astarion. Everything.”

Astarion wondered if he’d ever believe that. You proved to him time and time again that you can make anything possible, even change the worldview of someone like him… but with Cazador’s threat still looming, he didn’t have it in him to try and convince himself of your words.

Maybe after the bastard's dead, he concluded. Maybe then it’ll get easier and he can finally start becoming someone deserving of you.

You stirred slightly, breaking him out of his musings. Astarion hugged you tighter, sharply stopping you from moving away.

“Please. Don’t go.”

You just leaned back on the pillow and kissed his head gently again. Astarion felt the tension in his body melting away just a little, but the tears welled up again in his eyes.

“I won’t. Promise.”

And you kept your promise. Astarion didn’t fall asleep again, but your constant heartbeat under his cheek brought him some semblance of peace as he waited for the sun to rise. It didn’t feel right to let you care for him so much, to gift and envelop him with your love that he didn’t deserve… But it’d be even more wrong to take that choice away from you. He knew all about that, after all, and he'll be damned if he ever treats you the way he was treated.

So Astarion decided that he will let you love him and he will love you in return, for as long as you allow it.

Because, truth be told, he was nothing if not a selfish, contemptuous creature.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Dear Diary

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Actress!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.4K

SUMMARY | You've had a crush on your co-worker Sebastian for as long as you can remember, and you often write about him in your diary. When you accidentally leave it in his trailer, he can't help but look into it, and find out about some fantasies you have about him.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ Nudes via text, video of male masturbation, daddy kink, praise kink, oral (M&F receiving), fingering, protected sex, squirting, nipple play, female masturbation, male masturbation, cum swallowing, use of a sex toy, little bit of aftercare ], swearing.

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

You couldn't help but fantasize about your co-worker and good friend, Sebastian Stan. You have shot a few movies together and over time you have developed a pretty close relationship, which turned into more than just friendship on your side. Luckily for you, you've been keeping a journal since you were 16, and to this day you enjoy writing about your deepest, darkest fantasies, which are more often than not about Sebastian. Since the two of you started filming the movie 'Endings, Beginnings' together, you were practically fantasizing about him all day every day, making all of your scenes just that much more believable.

Dear Diary,

Shot another pretty hot scene with Seb today, we��filmed a make-out session today. I'm wishing he would do the same with me every single time, but I'll take what I can get. Feeling his tongue slide against mine felt almost natural, and his hand brushing on my face gave me goosebumps. We have a few more spicy scenes coming up, and I can't wait.

Been thinking about him a lot more recently, especially since starting this movie. I'm thinking about maybe making a move soon, really need to get some good sex soon, otherwise, I'll crumple up like a sad leaf. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about Seb eating me out, and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

Shot another sex scene today, and it's harder to not let the lines blur. Need to make a move on him soon, so he can rail me like no one ever has before. Just got myself off by thinking how good it would feel to feel him inside me for real, wishing it were his fingers instead of my own. Need to let him ruin me soon.

Everything was fine and well, until Sebastian asked you to come to his trailer, saying he wanted to run some lines with you, before the next scene. You happily agreed and went over there, deciding to finish writing in your diary later. You slip it in your bag and walk to his trailer, softly knocking. ''Come in!'' he says and you open the door, smiling brightly at him. ''Hey Y/N, thanks for helping me out, I just can't seem to get into the flow of this scene for some reason, so I hope this will help,'' he said, smiling back at you. ''Yeah of course, I'm always happy to help,'' you say and you put your bag down. Sebastian got you something to drink and accidentally knocked over your bag, but neither of you noticed your diary slipping out.

You run your lines a few times and once Sebastian's comfortable with it, you get up and grab your bag, not noticing your diary is missing now. It slid under the couch you both were sitting on and when Sebastian closed the door of his trailer behind you, he found it, opening it without a second thought. He was thinking maybe it was his, but he didn't recognize the handwriting. He did recognize his very own name though, seeing it written many times on the pages, surrounded by your many fantasies. He read some of them and felt himself get hard almost instantly, he didn't know you had the same feelings for him as he did for you.

He had some time left before needing to shoot the next scene, so he decided to get himself off in the meantime, reading your sexiest fantasies about him to help him out. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs together with his underwear, leaving his hard, aching cock to spring free. He already started to leak from his tip, so he used some of the pre-cum as the lube to stroke himself, closing his fingers around himself and slowly starting to work his hand up and down his shaft. The more he read, the faster and needier his strokes became, even whining and moaning at the feeling when his climax crept up. Without much warning he came violently over his stomach and chest, feeling completely spent after reading what he has.

Now that he knew you wanted to make a move on him, he couldn't wait. He went back to set but didn't take your journal with him, he was going to give it back later and he was planning on fulfilling some of your dirtiest fantasies you wrote about. ''Hey Y/N, thanks again for helping me run lines earlier,'' he said when he spotted you and stood next to you, almost touching your arm with his. ''You're welcome Seb, always happy to help!'' you said with a bright smile, before walking away and going to talk to the director. The last scenes of the day were shot and the chemistry between the two of you seemed to have skyrocketed, much to the pleasure of the director. Little did he know, it's because Sebastian finally found out about you and your fantasies.

~ A few days later ~

Filming was on a short break so you enjoyed your few days of freedom by spending it at home with your cat, Hufflepuff. You have been a Harry Potter fan since you were a kid, and being a proud part of the Hufflepuff house, it seemed like the only logical name at the time. Nowadays, you shortened it to 'Puff', because she's just very soft and fluffy, looking like a puff sometimes. ''Hey Puff! How is my favorite girl doing?'' you asked when you opened the door when your roommate Lily walked into the living room. ''Hey babe, how's filming? Aren't you... supposed to be filming?'' she asked and you nodded. ''Got a few days off,'' you explained and Puff was weaving and rubbing herself between your legs.

''Also, I thought I was your favorite girl,'' Lily said faking her disappointment. ''You always will be my favorite, babe, you know that right?'' you said before pulling her in for a hug, you missed her too. You lived just outside of New York, but it was still a good hour and a half drive to where you were filming, so you usually stayed in a hotel near the filming location. ''Also, filming is going better than expected, Sebastian and I have a great connection, the director even said our chemistry was practically dripping off the screen, so I can only take that as a compliment,'' you tell her, not telling you're already dripping just thinking about him.

Just when Lily wanted to respond, your phone was buzzing with a text, and you saw it was from Sebastian. ''Ah, speak of the devil! He just texted me, actually,'' You tell her and you open the message. As soon as you open it you audibly gasp and almost drop your phone at the sight. It was a text saying ''I believe I found something that belongs to you'', with a picture of a naked Sebastian, barely covering his thick member with your journal. ''Oh my fucking god...'' you mumble to yourself before locking your phone and quickly making your way to your bedroom. ''What's going on?!'' Lily asked when she followed you, but you couldn't tell her.

''I-It's nothing,'' you tell her, but she doesn't believe you. ''Show me,'' she demanded, but you couldn't do that to Sebastian, he sent you that photo in private, you were not going to show her, but it did make you want to do unspeakable things. Your phone went off again, and Sebastian sent a video of himself this time, but you didn't dare to open it with Lily still in your presence. ''Oh, it's him again, isn't it? Now I want to know,'' she said and before you could react, she grabbed your phone out of your hands and opened the video, gasping loudly. Your sound was still on, and you heard Sebastian softly whining and moaning your name before Lily threw your phone on the bed, you didn't need to see what he sent to know exactly what it was. Sebastian was jerking himself off at the thought of you.

''PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE FUCKING HIM?!'' she practically yelled at you, she knew damn well about your crush on Sebastian, and she threw your phone to the side out of obligation to you, even though she wanted to see more of him. ''In the movie, yes, but you know what sex scenes in movies are like, so technically no,'' you shrug but your face does little to hide the deep crimson color that has spread from behind your ears down your neck and chest. Also, you're rubbing your thighs together to give yourself some friction, afraid you'll combust if you don't. ''Oh girl, you will be having some real sex REAL soon,'' she said with a smirk on her face.

After that, Lily left the room because she had to go to work, and you had the house to yourself, which you would take full advantage of right now. You waited a good 30 minutes after she left before making yourself comfortable on your bed, stripping down to just your underwear and grabbing your favorite vibrator to help yourself out. You grab your phone and click on the video of Sebastian masturbating, to help yourself get off too. When you pressed play, your room instantly filled with the same little whines and moans of your name as before, and you were already a dripping mess before even doing anything.

Not wanting to waste any time, you pushed your panties aside and swiped two fingers through your folds, feeling how soaked you were before softly starting to play with your clit. You softly rub it a few times before putting the same 2 fingers inside your pussy and softly fingering yourself, really enjoying the sounds coming from your phone, together with what you're seeing. You let out a few soft moans yourself and in a wave of horniness, you decide to record yourself getting off. You release your fingers from your pussy and pick up the vibrator, setting it on your desired setting and slowly rubbing over your clit before sliding it deep inside you. You moan a little more and start squirming, feeling your orgasm getting close.

This is the moment you start recording your voice to send back to Sebastian, letting him hear how you're getting off on his video. Your moans become needier and louder, ''Oh, Seb, fuck it feels good, am a good little slut for you,'' you moan when you turn your vibrator up a few notches, making your orgasm more intense than you're used to, but you didn't care. All you cared about was giving Sebastian exactly what he wanted to hear. ''Seb, fuck- gonna cum,'' is the last thing you moan before your orgasm washes over you, and you squirt all over your thighs and sheets, the vibrator being pushed out of you due to the power of your walls clenching down. ''Wan' you to make me squirt like I just did, Daddy,'' is the last thing you said before sending it to him.

All you got back as a response was a picture of Sebastian with a lot of cum all over his hand, stomach, and chest, showing you exactly what hearing you just did to him. Shortly after you get a text with an address from Seb, saying to meet him there ASAP. You look it up and it is still an hour's drive from your house, so tell him you'll be there in 2, giving yourself some time to shower and get ready. You decide to wear a sexy red lingerie set for him, showing off all your curves just the way you like. You throw a simple dress over it, knowing that won't matter and when you're ready, you walk out the door to make the drive over to the address he sent. You arrive there and park your car in the driveway.

~ 2 hours later ~

You take one more look at his message to ensure you're at the right address and when you confirm you are, you walk towards the front door and open a few buttons at the top of your dress, showing a bit of your lingerie and you ring the doorbell. When the door opens you let out a gasp of horror, because it's not Sebastian opening the door, but an elderly woman who you can only assume is his mother. ''Shit,'' you mumble before quickly closing the top of your dress, but you already know she's seen your lingerie. ''Can I help you?'' she asks with her Romanian accent shining through, you quickly assume this is her house, which is why she's here. ''Uh, I'm here for Sebastian, but if it isn't a good time I can come back,'' you quickly say, extremely embarrassed now.

''Seb, honey, there's someone here for you!'' she says into the house, and you hear Sebastian walking up to the front door. ''I've got it from here Mom, thank you,'' he says and she walks back into the house, and he doesn't even attempt to hide checking you out, doing it openly. ''Fuck, I can't wait to see what you're wearing underneath, baby,'' he says as he grabs your hand, and your dress falls open again, revealing the top part of your lingerie, hugging your breasts nicely. Sebastian lets out a little gasp, and you don't need to look down to know he's hard as a rock right now, almost achingly so. Without saying anything else he drags you into the house and up to his bedroom, where he doesn't take much time to take your dress off.

''Jesus fucking Christ, you're gonna be the death of me in a fucking outfit like this,'' he said as he took a step back to fully take in your red lingerie. ''You like it, Daddy?'' you ask, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and giving him a sensual look filled with lust. ''You're even sexier than I imagined...'' he said as he walked over to you, already taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor beside him. You thought he would manhandle you and be rough, but he was the complete opposite, but you wouldn't mind either way. You've been in some relationships where you partook in BDSM, so you can handle a lot, even though you've left that life behind since your last relationship. Sebastian going nice and slow is exactly what you need right now.

He placed one hand on your cheek, and his other hand on your hip whilst looking into your eyes for permission to kiss you. ''Seb, I need you to kiss me, please,'' you ask him, your submissive side slowly slipping back into place, just like it never left. And with that, he softly placed his lips on yours, and you could tell he wanted to savor every single second of it as if he was afraid that you'd evaporate if he went too fast or rough. You let out a soft moan at his gentle touches, and you snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer softly. The hand on your hip slowly starts to wander around and stroking you on every single inch of skin he could reach, and he opened his mouth to slide his tongue against yours, asking for permission to enter. You happily grant it and his tongue slips inside, stroking yours with a tenderness you've never felt before.

When your hands move away from his neck and down his chest, he can't help but softly groan when your hands graze over his nipples, noticing how sensitive he is there. You pull away from him and can't help but give him a soft smile, ''Someone's sensitive,'' you say before lowering your head to his nipple, grazing it with your teeth and sucking on it a little bit, giving the other one a bit of a rougher treatment by pinching and rolling it between your fingers. This earns you a deep groan and he can feel his cock twitch at the sensations, but he welcomes it. You switch to his other nipple and now tug and pinch the one you just sucked on and grazed, making them both hard for you. ''Now I'm not the only one with hard nipples,'' you joke as you come back up, attaching your mouth to his again.

This time it is Sebastian's turn to play with your nipples, but first, his arms make their way around your back, unclasping the bra and pulling it off your shoulders, throwing it in the same direction as his shirt earlier. Your breasts are extra sensitive now, and your pussy is already soaking wet, but you're both enjoying this soft foreplay way too much to go any faster, you want to completely get lost in each other's touches and sounds. He grabs both your breasts at the same time and toys with your nipples a little bit, earning him a deep moan from you, and your knees are starting to buckle a little under his gentle touches. ''Seb, please...'' you say, not sure what you're asking for but he seems to understand it without needing an explanation.

He lets go of your breasts for now, and he grabs the backs of your thighs, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He walks to the wall behind you, trapping you between his muscular body and the wall so he can continue his earlier actions, as well as kiss you again. ''You're sensitive too, baby, it makes me so hard for you,'' he mumbles in your ear before softly biting on your earlobe, earning him another moan. He kisses down your neck and finds your sensitive spot above your collarbone, all the while he keeps pinching and tugging on your sensitive nipples until they're hard. He keeps this up and you can feel your orgasm coming closer already. ''Seb, need to cum,'' you tell him and he keeps doing what he's doing now.

It doesn't take long after that before you're a complete and utter mess in his arms, cumming from just him playing with your nipples, but it is still a great orgasm nevertheless. ''Doing so good for me baby, such a good girl for Daddy,'' he whispers and you can feel your pussy practically dripping all over him at this point. ''Wanna make you cum now, Daddy,'' you say and he happily complies, walking to the bed and setting you down first, so you can take off his pants and underwear to suck him off. When you pull down his boxer briefs his big cock springs free against his abdomen, and you audibly gasp, you didn't expect him to be THIS big, the picture and video he sent earlier definitely did not do any justice to his length in width.

''Such a beautiful cock for me to suck on, Daddy,'' you say before wrapping your hand around it and he throws his head back into his neck, reveling in the pleasure you're giving him already. You lick a stripe from the bottom of his shaft up to his tip before taking him into your mouth, swallowing him whole on the first go and suddenly Sebastian has never been so glad that someone doesn't have a gag reflex. His hips buck into you automatically at the feeling earning you a deep groan from his chest, and he grabs your hair, so he can ground himself a little bit. You start bobbing your head up and down while sucking and playing with his balls, already feeling how heavy they are.

''Gonna cum down your throat, baby, swallow it all like the slut you are for Daddy,'' he gritted through his teeth as he started fucking your face, chasing his high that is inching closer with every thrust. You take everything you give him and when you lock eyes with him, he gives you one more moan before spilling all his cum in the back of your throat. ''Such a good girl for me, swallowing my cum deep down your throat like the perfect slut you are,'' he says with a grin on his face. You swallow every last drop and when he pulls out, you show him your tongue so he can see you did indeed swallow all of it. ''Hm, perfect baby, but now it's my turn to see how dripping wet this little pussy of yours is,''.

You move back on his bed and Sebastian takes his pants and underwear off completely, so he is completely bare in front of you, and you would be lying if you said you weren't drooling over him right now. He sits down on his knees on the edge of the bed, gliding his hands from your ankles up to your thighs, stroking them and moving to the inside, leaning down too to get his face dangerously close you where you're soaked, and where you need him most right now. ''Seb, need you...'' you whine a little bit and he grins up at you, before ripping your panties off. ''I'll get you new ones, don't worry,'' he said before dipping down and licking from your entrance up to your mound, getting an almost pornographic moan out of you at that point.

''Fucking hell, baby, you sound so good for me baby, sound like the perfect slut for Daddy,'' he said and it made your back arch, his praises only making you want to cum even faster. He kept licking and sucking on your pussy and your clit, as well as tongue fucking you as deep as he can go inside your entrance. Your hands have found their way into his hair, and are tugging it more and harder the closer you come to your next orgasm. ''More, need more,'' you whimper and Sebastian happily complies, sliding 2 thick fingers into your entrance at once making you moan his name over and over. ''Oh Daddy, gonna cum,'' is all the warning you give before you come violently around his fingers and on his tongue, squirting all over his face while he laps up every last drop he possibly can. ''Good fucking girl,'' Sebastian praises you before climbing over you and shoving his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

''I need to feel you so bad, baby, wanna feel your cunt around my hard cock,'' he whispers in your ear and you happily agree, not able to form words at this point but nodding enthusiastically. ''Ah, can't talk anymore? Already dumb from Daddy's tongue and fingers fucking you?'' he asks and you can't help but nod. ''Get on your hands and knees for Daddy, so I can fuck that tight pussy of yours until you squirt all over my cock,'' he says as he manhandles you onto your hands and knees this time, but you're ready instantly for him. ''Need Daddy...'' you whine as he grabs a condom out of his nightstand and rips open the packet, quickly rolling it onto his hard member and swiping the tip of it through your folds to lube it up even more.

''Ready baby?'' he asks and you nod, so Sebastian puts his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing in until he bottoms out. ''Such a tight cunt for me, my fucking god, you feel amazing baby, doing so good for Daddy,'' he said and your knees almost gave out at his praise, so he held you up by grabbing your hips, and he slowly started thrusting. He wasn't in a hurry or anything, he took his time slowly dragging his cock in and out of your soaking cunt, enjoying every second of it. You start clenching around him a little, and this is when he picks up his pace, snaking his arm around you to toy with your clit. Your arms are completely giving out now so you lay your head and chest on the bed, so Sebastian can reach the deepest parts inside you that make you see stars and all you can do is become a moaning and whimpering mess underneath him.

''Gonna cum for me again, baby? Wanna cum together with Daddy?'' he asks and you whimper your answer, trying to get out something that sounds similar to 'yes Daddy' and that is when he quickly thrust into you with an animalistic pace, he needs to come inside you, but he also needs to make you fall apart around his cock one more time. He folds himself over your back as he keeps thrusting hard and rubbing your clit, before you know it you're coming undone and all you can scream out is his name, squeezing your cock out of your cunt involuntary when you squirt again, this time even more than the last and the bed and Sebastian are soaked. With three more hard thrusts, he finally comes after burying himself deep inside you. When he has completely ridden out both of your orgasms, he slowly pulls out and lets himself fall onto the bed next to you.

''Such a good little slut for me, squirting for me like that. Wish I'd found your journal earlier, wanted to fuck you for months now,'' he said with a smile and a dreamy voice, thinking about what just happened. You're still not able to talk properly, so you just cuddle up to Sebastian for some post-sex cuddles. ''That was amazing, doll. We should do this again if you want to,'' he says and you nod. ''Want to,'' you mumble before almost falling asleep. ''Shall we take a bath together? We can relax in there and you can sleep in my arms there,'' he offers and you nod, letting out a content sigh. He got up and wrapped you around him like a koala bear, so he could run a bath for the both of you. When it was done, you had fallen asleep against his chest with your head on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but smile when he got in the bath.

When the bath was done and you had woken up again, you could finally talk again. ''Thank you for everything, Seb. I've been wanting to do that for quite a while now,'' you say with a chuckle. ''Oh, believe me, I know. You don't know half of how glad I am I happened to find your journal,'' he said before pulling you closer to him. ''I did want to discuss what we are though. Are we together, or is this more of a friends-with-benefits situation?'' he asks, a bit unsure. ''I'd like to be together, wanna be yours if you'll have me,'' you say with a big smile. ''I'd be glad to call you my girl,'' he said with a proud grin on his face. He kissed you on the top of your head before snuggling close to you as you both fall into a deep slumber.

[the-nobody-tournament]

tired of tournaments where the well-known characters always win?

this tournament is on an indefinite hiatus, but in the meantime if you want an adoptable contestant of your very own, send me proof of a donation to this fundraiser! the details are in the linked post.

if you're a palestinian trying to escape genocide, yes, i will share your fundraiser. i'll also draw something for you if you ask—just let me know what you want. the art will be sent to you privately for you to do what you want with.

update: currently only sharing vetted fundraisers

well guess what? in this tournament, NO ONE knows the contestants! not even me, the one running the show! all we've got is these little one-note descriptions that look like someone was trying to brainstorm some ocs, but stopped after a single trait or trope!

...huh? what's that?

well folks! apparently, even our contestants themselves don't have any more information about themselves! so what do you say we give them a hand with that? after every round of eliminations, a form will open for each remaining contestant where people can suggest an additional trait for them! the top ten suggestions for each will be put into an inter-poll (not interpol, FUCK the police) where our followers can vote on what gets added to who! the further a contestant gets in the tournament, the more developed they will become!

as for the grand prize, for the contestant that grows above all the others, what else would we give them but a name? that's right! the victor of our little nobody tournament will no longer be a nobody!

there are a few ground rules to keep in mind, of course!

these are nobodies! that means they don't have any links to any existing media! don't send in "firebender" as a trait, or it'll just get ignored! instead, try something media-agnostic like "controls fire!"

i don't want to see any trait submissions that have to do with pedophilia, incest, -isms, cults, or a contestant being an abuser.

fanart and interpretations of characters during the course of the contest are more than welcome! you can tag them with "#nobody tournament 2023" and i'll be sure to reblog! do keep in mind of course that other people won't necessarily see the characters the same way you do, and it's possible that future traits might contradict your original headcanons.

all characters generated by this tournament are the collective property of tumblr, and are free for anyone to do anything with, though i'd appreciate it if you linked back to the tournament so more people can discover it! and whatever you do, i definitely want to see it!

you can view the results of the elimination thus far and those of the trait selection at the provided links! check the #intros tag or the directory to see all the contestants, and you can keep an eye on the bracket at this link!

right now, we're starting off round 3's eliminations!

look through #creations or #headcanons to see things people have made for the tournament! need help or advice for writing a contestant? check #resources or send a request to be tagged under #open questions!

tumblr user @magistius has also put together a fan doc tracking the tournament! you can find a link to the post about it right here!

[donationwayne]

here's my confession (I'm kind of hooked on you)

Pairing: Buddie || 6.5k/109k || Chapter 1/19 ||

Hello, I participated in @118bigbang !! This is the first chapter (I'll be dropping the rest through the month). I'm so excited to finally be sharing this fic with everyone, I've worked so hard!!! Lots of moral support from my friends in the Buddie Enablers Anonymous discord <3

This is also lovingly entitled: DILF EDDIE

Summary:

Buck is forced to go on a temporary medical leave after getting crushed by a flight of stairs. In the meantime, he works at dispatch while he recovers. One evening after work, Buck hooks up with a mysterious, hot, family oriented DILF. The following morning he’s mortified and a little love sick after discovering said hook-up aka Eddie Diaz is the newest (temporary) firefighter liaison--poached from a house in El Paso, Texas. Buck navigates becoming best friends and eventually work partners with his ex-hookup. In the meantime, he desperately tries not to fall in love. He fails.

Cue: An adorable five year old, prank wars, gay offs, break room gossip, a fake dating plot, firefighting shenanigans, a packed summer of PTA responsibilities, karaoke, and copious amounts of cupcakes and thai food

OR

tldr: the hot dilf from the bar is my new work partner ______

SNIP:

“Bobby invited us for lunch. Athena’s getting me out of the apartment and making me walk around like a dog who needs to get its energy out.” Buck explains earning a huff of amusement from Athena. Hen smacks him lightly for his mock petulant tone.

Without being asked, Hen loops her arm around his waist and helps him tackle the stairs. Buck lets out a slow breath, seeing firsthand that absolutely nothing has changed during his month and a half away from the team soothes him. Bobby is in the kitchen with Chimney who is pestering him incessantly. The sight makes his chest ache because he never wants to lose these people. They felt more like family than his own ever had growing up. In such a short amount of time they’d come to know each other so deeply, they've already been through so much—especially after Chimney had his incident with the wreck and the rebar. He was barely back from his own medical leave before Buck had his own incident.

Although Bobby nagged him for weeks, Buck opted for a tiny graduation celebration. At the time, he hadn’t known how to explain to Bobby that there was no one outside of his tiny circle of friends to invite. Now Athena knows though, and he needs to make a mental note to ask if she could keep their conversation between the two of them. He doesn’t want to change the way his friends see him, and he doesn't want pity. He’s worried this new information might be a little too on the nose.

“What’s new with you, Buckley?” Chimney calls across the room, smiling and waving. “How you healing up?” Buck slides into a seat at the dining table, and Bobby, Chim, and Hen turn their full attention onto him.

“I’m healing alright. They’ve still got me on track for a return after six months. I’ll be able to walk without the crutch before too long, my ribs should be healed in a couple of weeks. Then I’ll just have PT to contend with, because of the leg strain and the fracture, my trainer says it might be tenuous, so I have that to look forward to at least.”

“It’ll be here in no time,” Chimney promised. “You just need to get a hobby. You’re lacking in those. Maybe I could make you a list of movies, you’re tragically behind on pop culture.”

“Actually, I've accepted a temporary position at dispatch,” Buck admits. Bobby beams, and Buck barely restrains a groan.

“Yes, I finally caved.” Buck tells him, although he didn’t ask. “Athena took me to visit today.”

___ Reblogs to boost appreciated :)

[dairyminki]

Inked By Fate - FIVE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities ↬wc: 2.1k

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

・・・・・★

Another night at KQ-Strip, another race to be missed.

"Yeo, I'll just go to the comfort room, okay?"

"Sure, but be back quick. You don't want to miss my race, do you?" Yeosang had the smug look on and you just can't help but scoff.

"Yeah, whatever." You replied and then you went on your way.

By now, you've totally mastered the whole place, you're also starting to think that one of these days, Yeosang will start to question your frequent disappearances and trips to the comfort room.

Just like always, you go inside the comfort room first, you washed your face and then as soon as you were done, you went out to go look for San, that is, if he doesn't find you first, which he always does anyway.

But tonight, a shocked expression was evident on your face when you opened the door, because not only San greeted you outside, but also another male, who's smirking your way.

"So, she's the one you've been waiting for, right Choi? Or am I wrong?" Hongjoong asks the younger, yet much taller male.

"H-Hongjoong…" You gasp. "What are you doing here?"

The mentioned male just shakes his head, grinning deviously after. "You don't think you're the one I should ask that?" He raises an eyebrow, making you gulp.

You sigh, giving in, not fighting the fact that one of Yeosang's friends finally caught you with your little secret rendezvous with one of their despised, not really, rivals. And it happens to be Hongjoong who has caught you, huh?

"Fine, I admit I've been seeing San. So what?" You retort, trying to act brave, even though deep inside you're scared that your brother will find out that you just so happened to break the trust he has given you.

"Really? You're not afraid that Yeosang might find out?"

"Well, he won't find out if you won't tell him." You counter.

"What makes you think I won't tell him?" Hongjoong replies, and now you two are stuck in an intense eye staring battle, with a quiet San at the side.

Still in the middle of the battle, Hongjoong says, "Why are you seeing a member of Inferno when Yeosang clearly told you not to?"

"Why shouldn't I, when I'm my own person?" You mutter through gritted teeth, San slightly tensing at the side due to the fact that you just used his exact words.

The next thing you knew, Hongjoong was already chuckling.

"Now I know why Mingi has taken a liking to you, Y/N. Feisty, that's what you are." A devious of a smirk appears on the blonde's face. Then his face turns serious.

"But, I really need to know your business with Inferno, Y/N. When Yeosang told you to stay away, he meant it. Tell me what do you keep seeing San for, and if it passes my validity standard in terms of reasoning then I might just let this incident slide and never mention a word to your brother...for the meantime, that is."

What's up with Inferno really? You wanted to ask. Because it's getting a little sketchy and tense whenever someone lets the word slip past their mouths.

Is there something that you should know of?

Your train of thoughts stops when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and when you look back, it was San. And in a whisper, he says to you, "Let me deal with Mr. Tiny." If it wasn't for the current situation, you might've laughed.

"Hongjoong hyung." San speaks, catching the male's attention.

"No cover ups, just speak the truth Choi."

"You want the truth, then I'll give you that." You hear San mutter under his breath as he takes a step closer to Hongjoong.

"Soulmates."

At that, you see Hongjoong flinch. "I-uh? What?" He asks, perplexed by a single word.

"Soulmates. We're soulmates." San repeats, making sure Hongjoong hears it much clearer this time.

Hongjoong was wearing a look of shock and disbelief, and you mirrored him.

Just what on earth is Choi San plotting now?

Did he perhaps know?

・・・・・★

After escaping Hongjoong and sealing a deal with him to keep his mouth shut, you and San run along to his car.

Few minutes into the car ride was pure silence until your companion spoke up.

"I'm sorry about that. It's the only excuse I could make up." There was regret in his voice, but you just giggled silently.

"It's okay San."

So he didn't know.

But he wasn't wrong either. His excuse was…

"Y/N, I have something to tell you, by the way." San speaks again, this time with much urgency in his voice.

Before he could ramble on, you held up a hand and told him to focus on the road.

"I have something to tell you too, San, but can you just drive for now? Our talk could wait, you know?" You mused and San just mumbles a sorry, smiling sheepishly after.

・・・・・★

San rolls up one of his sleeves and shows you his wrist. Now empty.

Your inked name nowhere to be found, instead, the skin was now littered with freckles.

Seeing your puzzled expression, he chuckles, saying, "I know, I was confused too. Because the moment I woke up and checked my wrists, I didn't see your name anymore, just these freckles, which surprised me even more."

Hmm...the tattoo faded, then?

Then that just backs-up the data you've gathered. It makes much more sense now.

"So I did my research," You say, turning San to his attentive state.

"...and the only plausible explanation for our current situation is that…"

"Is that what? C'mon, don't get all suspenseful about it on me now!" San whines and you can't help but chuckle at his cuteness.

Just where did the smirky San go?

"The only plausible explanation as to what the both of us could be is that…..we're platonic soulmates, San."

As soon as you dropped the bomb, San's eyes were wide, not in horror, but in amusement? Excitement? You don't know, but you know it's positive.

"No way—platonic soulmates exist too?" He had a hand over his mouth, like a child who just discovered that Santa Claus isn't real.

"Funny, cause that's what I asked my friend too. Research says that having a platonic soulmate is rare in occasion, having only 8% of the population to have one. Probably why not much knows that this type of soulmates exists." You say, relaying the information you've gathered with Jia earlier.

"So that's why…" San mutters. When you look at him, he wears this warm smile, his dimples still showing up of course.

"That explains why I feel connected to you in some way, even after knowing we're not soulmates- well we kinda are, but not in a romantic, or lover aspect. But we're basically still each other's halves, platonically, and I'm happy," San tells you, smiling so dearly and giggling after, that you just can't help but mirror his joy.

After learning you two are platonic soulmates, you can't help but think that maybe it wasn't attraction you felt for San on that first night, maybe it was indeed the connection your souls have with each other that kept you drawn to him. Because as you stare at San now, only one thought crosses your mind.

Being with him surely feels like hanging out with a friend you've known for years.

・・・・・★

Just as you thought that the night was over, you clearly thought wrong.

San was supposed to drive you back to the underground, but it just made your eyebrows furrowed in confusion once you noticed he was taking a different route. You're pretty aware that the race is finished too. So where on earth is San taking you?

"We're here!" San chirps as he turns off the car's engine. While you stayed put in your seat, San exited the car and went to your side to open the car door.

"Where are we exactly?" You question only to receive no reply as San just grabs you out of your seat.

"You'll see."

The male proceeds to drag you until you two arrive in front of a building. Entering, your eyes automatically scan the whole place - it was lavish.

This place is something you surely know you can't and won't be able to afford.

You gawked as the two of you stepped inside the elevator - even the elevator was high class!

"San, where exactly are we?" You asked San who was in front of you, busily pressing on some buttons.

"Just you wait and see, Y/N."

When the elevator opened, you immediately followed San, only to wince in pain when your face landed flat on his back. You were too busy roaming your eyes around the area to notice that he had stopped walking.

When you peaked, you saw that the two of you stopped in front of a room. San knocked on the door, and instantly, you heard commotion from inside.

"San-"

The door opens.

"Oh goodness, there you are! Where the heck did you disappear—Y/N-ie?!" Wooyoung shrieks as he sees you together with his friend. What on earth is Kang Yeosang's sister doing here?

"Uh-hi?" You awkwardly greeted, and then you turned to San who was beside you, waiting for him to fill you in.

San chuckles, dismissing your look of confusion and Wooyoung's questioning glare. He pushes you inside by the small of your back and says, "Welcome to our dorm, Y/N!"

・・・・・★

They call this a dorm? This place that almost looks like a five star hotel, a dorm??

"When you told me you had a girl friend, I didn't expect it to be Kang Y/N." Wooyoung exclaims to his friend. He was seated on the loveseat which was opposite of the couch you and San are both seated on.

"Trust me, neither did I expect it, Woo," San replies casually, his attention present on the flat-screen television as he flips through channel by channel.

Meanwhile, you're silent by yourself, certainly not expecting today is the day that San would drag you to see their dorm.

"So tell me, what is little Y/N-ie doing inside an Inferno's marked territory even if her brother clearly despises us?" Wooyoung's look was challenging as he sends you a smirk.

And did he just call you little Y/N-ie? Little??

"The audacity to call me little when you're not so tall yourself." You retort, only to send him into a boisterous laughter.

"This is why I like you, Y/N!" Then the next thing you knew, he's already out of the loveseat and is now clinging to your side, one arm looped with yours.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to befriend little Sannie?" He proceeds to ask with an amused smile.

Before you could answer anything, San happily does it for you. "She's clearly uncomfortable with you sticking like glue beside her Woo."

You were almost thankful to San, note, almost.

"Also, how she and I became friends isn't what's important right now Woo. In fact, she's here because of a certain someone." San smiles innocently, and you're sure his statement piqued Wooyoung's interest much more, but not yours.

You knew exactly what San was referring to.

"Is it what I think it is?" Wooyoung chides, then he turns to you, wiggling his brows.

"No! It's not what you thi-"

Your words were cut off due to an abrupt knock from the door.

"Speaking of that certain someone." San whistles as he stood up from the couch and went straight for the door to open it.

You just sat on the couch, defeated and somewhat nervous. Because, he's here.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung was frowning beside you. "Oh, so San meant you're here for him, for Seonghwa hyung," He huffs. "And here I thought you've somehow fallen for my charms and came to see me."

At that your eyes widened. "What the fuck, Wooyoung?"

"Yeosang's sister?" You hear someone speak. And you already knew who it was.

There he was, in his all-black glory, standing beside San with his hands inside his pockets, his face displaying a questioning look. You don't know him well, but you're sure his expression says he's not pleased with your presence here.

Well who would be? When you're the sister of one of his rivals?

You scoffed, standing up. "I have a name, you know."

Your mind might've been playing tricks on you and perhaps, your eyes, but you know you saw that ghost of a smile pass by his lips.

"Sure you have." Seonghwa says, and just like that, he turns around and walks away. To his room, maybe.

But you made sure to stop him before he could enter inside. Why is he like this?

That's it, you've had enough.

"Park Seonghwa, you're one heck of a cold jerk!" You shout at the top of your lungs, surprising the three males inside the room.

Tension and silence wrapped the room coldly for a dreadful moment before you heard a dark, deep chuckle.

"And so I've heard, Kang," Seonghwa spoke in a monotone before he twisted open the knob to his room, went inside and slammed it shut.

You blinked your eyes in disbelief. Soon, your cheeks were tinted a deep shade of red and eventually you fall back on the couch, hugging a pillow to your face as you realize what you've just done.

Did you just do that? Yes, you did!

It's embarrassing for fuck's sake, but there's no way you'll be able to hold back your annoyance on him any longer.

And it also seems like you won't be able to face him anymore.

・・・・・★

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[copperbadge]

Have we found a tumblr replacement yet? Apparently the latest “live” shenanigans were the thing that it took to break me. I’m not trying to stir shit, I’m just mostly here for you and a couple other blogs, so I’m going wherever you go.

I wish, but unfortunately not so far. I mean, I've talked a little about how I'd like to find one but there aren't really any viable ones right now, and there may not be a fandom mass-migration for years still. I'm more likely to follow the crowd than blaze a trail in this case, so it may be some time. For now my only real tactic is to simply not engage with staff or support at Tumblr in any way, and accept the changes as gradual steps towards the site's demise with as much serenity as I can muster.

I've already accidentally opened Tumblr Live twice while trying to navigate the app, which I'm sure is intentional, given I've now suddenly opened Tumblr Live twice since its inception instead of Zero. Relatedly, I would love to see them redirect that passion into making the "Mute Notifications" button actually work, but mine is not to reason why.

Anyway. There are options available, like obviously there are other social media platforms, but none have quite the combination of "easy to use" and "has a lot of people on it" and "Offers the same functionality" (photo and video hosting, an app, etc) even with an "ease of use" and "functionality" that are as crap as Tumblr's.

For example, Dreamwidth is great, but it's a Livejournal code fork so it's a very different format from Tumblr, more labor-intensive to make and share posts (no reblog function, image embedding can get a bit complicated, etc). CoHost is new and very promising but a bit of a ghost town right now -- I'm there and I've had a bunch of people find me there but still exponentially less than are on Tumblr. Pillowfort I still need to re-investigate; I'm there as well but it's been a while since I looked in, and I was struggling with the functionality previously. I had a look at Mastodon, but as positive as decentralized servers could be for the future of social media, I actively dislike the idea, and it also seems difficult to set up and complex to maintain. Discord is....there, and a lot of fandom stuff has shifted there, but its structure is very different and it's also decentralized, and also I hate it passionately and refuse to use it, so that's a no-go for me, though I suspect it's where fandom might end up.

If you're struggling with accessing tumblr directly, you might consider feeding the blogs you follow to an RSS reader -- I know people who do that and find it pretty functional, because then if they want to comment they can just pop open the specific post and deal with it directly. I don't know how much you know about RSS and I don't have the energy to fully explain it right now, but NetVibes is a pretty decent free RSS reader and it's what I use for certain blogs outside of Tumblr.

In any case, if I do find a place, or if I see the migration beginning, I'll sound the alarm :) In the meantime I'm still reading through my tumblr, stashing away posts to save off when I leave, even if that'll be a while.

[verdant-mainframe]

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we find ourselves in the thralls of a winding, boundless network here. within the core of it, there is a central mainframe. the code stretches out, streaks of green light across all space, casting shadows resembling sprawling trees. intertwined in the absolutely baffling circuitry of it all is a verdant core.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷

𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

i welcome you all to the verdant mainframe, aka my writeblr. my name is verde (they/them), and, well, there's no right way to say this, i suppose... but i am in the centre of a strange, henceforth unknowable, digital landscape. from the inside, it looks almost like a forest. but i take it from the outside it just looks like numbers, doesn't it? in so many words, i am a little... trapped here. don't worry, i'm working on it. but oh boy, do i have a story or two to tell while i'm here, unscrambling this network.

𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 + 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ꩜

a little about me, i've been writing for most of my life, and decided to jump the gun and make a writeblr account for this project of mine. and i do mean jumping the gun - the project is so new it hardly has a name! tentatively called "the verdant project" (because we love a connected motif in this house), i'm aiming to make a multimedia story, containing everything from letters, video and audio transcripts, message threads, and more. the aim of the verdant project is to tell a story with all the means available to me. stories are everywhere, in so many forms, so i want the verdant project to explore that! the smaller details are currently unknown to me, 'course, but i wanted to get my foot in the door early (assuming the door is an endless line of code i am trying to escape from. fun metaphors and the like).

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕤, 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕖𝕥𝕔

any and all engagement is appreciated greatly - from likes, reblogs, comments, etc, i love to see it all, i'd be beyond flattered to be seen in that way. i also have an open door policy for tagging. i'm not too big on holding my own tag lists or anything, but if you've got a project you wanna talk about, tag me, message me, chuck an ask my way, anything! i love hearing about other creative's stories, and if you want a listening ear for your projects, i'm always available. tag games, asks, and all that fun stuff, would be greatly appreciated too (though it may take a while due to my uh,, unpreparedness with everything)!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 ↺

i think that all about wraps up what i wanted to say. hopefully i'll have more content about the verdant project soon, i'm stoked to get it started! in the meantime, i'm happy to be here, idly observing behind the mainframe. thanks for coming around! back to cyberspace for me,, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Omg someone got love letters from their boyfriend i wonder who it could be 🤔....oh it's meeeeee 💅💃

I was sure we'll get his weverse post cause if there's one thing he's gonna never stop doing is thanking fans for showing him love. He might not flex his b'day, his achievements but he'll always come to say thank you.

Okay but the way he said "But it feels like time has both flown by and dragged on at the same time. When I look back, it's fast, but when I look ahead, it feels slow" is exactly what i feel. Was supposed to leave when they both enlisted but 10 months later here i am lol. Never felt anyone's "I love you" the way i feel jimin's. Like i genuinely feel I'm loved when HE says i love you idk man. Too pure, too genuine never feels like he's saying it for the sake of it.

Anyways, last day of being in Fandom, hopefully when i see him on any sns next time the first thing I see is his solo concert like that's what i wish for so bad. I know it's coming for every member, when idk. So when i see him next time it should be from his solo concert similar to how i found him years ago through their clips on my ig of their variety show n all. Also hope if I open this acct in future I'll find you here but idk if that's happening or not bug hopefully.

If you get any asks from jm's partner in future letting you know already that's a fake one 😓 take care and keep loving jimin and jungkook both till however long you are here.

Anon, you stayed for a birthday letter and now it's time to move on. Perfectly understandable. The moments in which there's actually nice things happening are quite rare now, so no need to linger in the misery that is an online fandom.

Getting a lot of notifications from Jimin yesterday felt really nice, especially since communication from his side is barely existent now. Muse and then AYS?! helped, but now that there's not project on the horizon, I guess this is it.

I'm not like you though, lol. I'm hoping to see Jimin when J-Hope has his military discharge and maybe all the photos he took with his disposable camera during the trips will somehow be released and Keep Going is still an odd thing with no explanation yet....

I'm gonna still be in this limbo, while reblogging random stuff in the meantime.

Maybe we'll get to talk again in the future. Take care as well!

[junko-en0shima]

Under Her Spell - Pirate! Eddie Munson x Mermaid! Reader (Pt.2)

Summary: Eddie tells his crew about you, but they don't believe it at all... until a letter from you is found.

Warning: angsts (there will be a few more chapters, so it will have a happy ending, I promise).

A/N: Hi, babes! I wanted to tag some people that requested to be tagged in pt.2 so @rockautumnfanfic @cherrycolas-things @moonyinthewonderland @cyberghost1009 enjoy! ^^

*Comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

Eddie couldn't think of anything else, but you and only you; he even lost sight of his first goal.

"She was beautiful, the most precious creature I ever saw in my life." He was telling the crew about what he saw that night while they were hiding from you and your fishy friends, craving love from a jolly sailor bold.

Dustin looked at him and then at his mates before to burst into the strongest laugh Eddie ever heard from him; Steve and other kids bursted as well.

"What's so funny?!" He asked, pulling out his sword.

"Do you think we believe you saw a giant female fish talking to you?" Dustin kept laughing by himself as the others realized Eddie could have fallen under your spell.

"You told me first!" Eddie protested because it was him and Jeff to be afraid of mermaids first and now they didn't believe that anymore.

"Did you fall under that fishy girl spell?" Steve asked, his hands on his belt and a serious look painted on his face with worry.

"Don't talk shit to me, Harrington! I, Captain Eddie Munson, would never fall for a stupid love spell! My heart is devoted to the treasure we've been looking for over four years and only to it."

"Whatever you say." Steve gave up.

"Hey, what's that?" Dustin motioned his mates to come to see as he spotted a floating bottle in the water.

Everybody went to see and they were shocked.

Who could've thrown that, some castaway stuck on an island asking for help or some clue meant to guide them to the treasure... or was that from you?

Steve picked it up with a fishing net and noticed a piece of paper through the glass; he removed the cork to pull it out and give it a quick read before to hand it to Eddie.

"For you, man."

Eddie looked at Steve concerned, then his eyes directly fell on the letter; he was surprised none of the words faded away with water, was that written with some sort of magic ink?

But his eyes widened when he noticed your sign at the end of the paper, realizing that letter was from you.

"My dear jolly sailor bold,

though we've been looking into each other's eyes for just a second, my heart is devoted to you and only you now. I'm grateful to The Bloody Moon and your boldness for guiding you to me. I can't wait to see you next time; in the meantime, I'll sit down and count all the shells under the sea, waiting for you. Oh, I also drew a map behind this paper that will guide you and your crew to the island you're looking for. Tonight me and my comrades are going to emigrate to north; whatever you need a guide, you can find me there. They don't trust humans at all, especially pirates, but I do; I know all you guys are looking for is gold, jewerly and anything precious existing in this cruel world. I hope we can greet each other tonight,nI swear to Neptune I'll try my best unbestknowning of them. I love you, to The Bloody Moon and back.

Sincerely yours,

- (Y/n)."

"Well, guess we should've believed him from the beginning." Dustin kinda apologized.

"See, I told ya'- hey!"

Erika stole the letter from him and read it as well. "Looks like love at first sight." She commented.

Eddie took his love letter back and held it close to his chest. "I swear on Dustin's mother she's real and I'll show you, tonight!"

"Oh, I can't wait." Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms to his chest.

When night fell, Eddie tried his best to keep the whole crew awake to wait for the next Blood Moon to introduce you to them.

Jeff gave up and fell asleep and so did Gareth... before Eddie stepped heavily to wake them up.

Now that they all were awake, they waited for a few seconds before the red light of the moon shined against the water to reveal a pack of mermaids swimming against the tide.

The other members of the crew gasped; they had no words to describe the magnificence of the event, but Eddie smiled as his eyes looked for you through the pack.

Suddenly you left the pack to swim up to the surface to meet his sight.

"Hi, sweetheart. How you've been doing?"

"I was sad... until I found you waiting for me."

Eddie could swear, his heart felt like a beating mess like it was about to pop out of his thick chest.

"This is my crew, darling." He pointed at the kids and his first mate.

"Nice to meet you all." You smiled at them.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n)." Erika greeted you happily.

"You were right, Eddie." Dustin admited. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

"Consider yourself as forgiven, Henderson." Eddie accepted his apologies.

At that point, a lantern lighted up in Erika's head and she tried to ask: "Do you think you can guide us to the treasure?"

You took a few seconds to think about that... until you felt a hand grab your wrist and squeeze so hard; you forgot you were under the orders of the king, the one who guided the pack, he didn't trust the humans at all and what was worst is that he was your father.

"How many times have you been told you don't have to interact with sailors?!" He yelled, squeezing your arm even harder, you felt like it burned.

"And you!" He turned to Eddie, Steve and the kids. "Don't you dare to approach my daughter!"

He pointed to the sky and a bunch of dark clouds covered it all like a thunderstorm was about to come and you disappeared underwater with your father, the king.

"(Y/n)!" Eddie screamed.

"I knew it was a trap!" Steve yelled as he tried his best to save their supplies.

Thunders exploded in the sky like gun powder and the rain suddenly begun to pour.

Eddie ran to the helm, trying to control the ship, but the waves were turning higher and it was impossible to control.

The biggest wave of them all, the biggest wave they had ever seen in a thunderstorm ate the ship and they were suddenly wrapped in the deepest darkness.

© alexandrawritesfics on Tumblr.

[icedteaandoldlace]

Okay, just ran a few tests to confirm, and it's official—@silvergrayandmauve has been shadowbanned.

What that means, apparently?

none of my posts show up in any tags I put on them

you can't find my blog in search results, you can only view it by going directly to silvergrayandmauve.tumblr.com via address bar in a browser, or clicking my username in posts where I'm mentioned

if I interact with your post in any way, you don't get notified for it

if you look at the notes on posts I've interacted with, you can't see my name or how I've interacted with it, it just looks like a glitch saying there's more notes than there really are

if you send me an ask and I answer it privately, the message appears in your inbox and you do get a notification

if you send me an ask and I answer it publicly, you don't get notified, you can only see it by going directly to my blog

I can't send asks, period, though I'm honestly not sure if that was already a side blog thing before or if that is because of the shadowban

if I try to DM you over chat, I get an error message, you get nothing

I don't even have a chat box as far as anyone looking at my blog is concerned

people who follow me can see my posts on their dash like normal, but can't get any kind of notifications from me, barring private answers to asks

people can reblog my posts and they'll be visible to others

I can get notifications and see everything just fine, but I can't do anything to make anyone see me without getting boosted by another blog (like making this post on main instead of on SG&M)

the only way my fics are gonna get any kind of exposure on Tumblr is through posting them on main and/or through reblogs, so prepare yourselves, followers, I'm gonna be boosting them a lot

writers of fics I've said nice things about recently don't even know it, probably, and I'm not even sure how long that's been the case

This Sucks

I can only suspect that the reason my blog was shadowbanned was because almost every post on it includes an external link to AO3 and/or FFN (BECAUSE IT'S A FANFICTION SIDE BLOG), so staff just thinks I'm a bot, I guess. I tried contacting support about it last night, but my Internet connection was abysmal, so I'll have to try again later.

In the meantime, have any other writers on Tumblr encountered this problem? And do you know how to avoid having this happen again when 99.9% of your posts include external links?

EDIT: No longer shadowbanned!! Yay!! But I'm leaving this post up in case anyone needs it so they can tell if they've been shadowbanned or not (and because the link to the Reddit thread that got me in touch with the staff member who fixed it is in the replies).

Also, the not being able to send asks IS a side blog thing and not a shadowban thing.

[karenandhenwilson]

One last post from my side about this

I've been pondering how to do this post for the last couple of days, and also if I should write it at all. My thoughts went from being really vicious and unrepentantly calling out a couple of people to just not bother with wasting my energy on it to feeling very unsatisfied with some of the things that have been said or not been said despite also being relieved about the turn this situation took on Tuesday.

(The rest is under the break because this turned out long. Much longer than I expected.)

I honestly believe that any kind of call out post is always a form of cyberbullying. Because in the end, what you are doing with that in social media isn't informing people about a problem. What you are doing is trying to get people blindly to agree to your point of view by twisting the information you present. And sadly, all too often it works. 

It did work this time, too. I have seen several people state, publicly but also privately, that they saw one of the call-out posts from Monday and reblogged without looking at the publicly available conversation with the artist. When they then looked at it later, they were appalled with themselves to have blindly followed the accusations. I hope for those people and also at least a fracture of the people seeing their posts about it, this is a lesson: Always double check the information you are fed. (And honestly, that goes for news outlets as much as any social media post. But I don't want this post to be about media literacy.)

I'm aware that this is a kind of call out post all on it's own. The version of this post from Monday would have named all the names and at that time I wouldn’t have felt sorry about it. But that's the thing about reacting and posting something while the emotions are high, isn't it? A version from Tuesday doesn't exist, because I thought it not worth the energy and time the would be spend on it.

In the meantime, I have come to the conclusion that while I will be addressing a certain group of people, this post wouldn't have ever been about them, not even the first version from Monday. It's about fandom as a whole, preserving information for those who'll join the fandom in the future or who'll be attacked or witness an attack in the future or those who'll stumble over what happened this last week later on who are completely unaware of it right now. Because thankfully, for the fandom as a whole it didn't go very far.

I'm aware that in a way, I'm contradicting myself, that I might be participating in cyberbullying with this post. I'm rationalizing this for myself by the circumstances that it's a conclusion of a bullying campaign and that I won't feel responsible for those who started it being now attacked themselves. Some people will tell me I'm still wrong, some will shrug about it, others will agree with me. It is the reason, though, that I have decided not to name any names even though it will be stupidly easy to find the names I'm talking about. For that reason, I have cropped the screenshots I'll share about things I feel I need or want to address or blacked out the names on those screenshots.

To everyone who'll feel encouraged to seek out those names and spam their ask boxes or DMs with provocations or hate: Don't do it! It might feel satisfying in the beginning (the thought alone of the Monday-version of this post felt on Monday very satisfying for me, too), but it won't accomplish anything. They have proven they don't want to have a conversation, no matter how much they claim differently. Nothing will make them overthink and judge their own actions. (Also, I hope not providing the names here will make most of those who first like leaving anon hate to have lost interest once they have found the names because it will give them time to think better of it.)

And of course, the people who started this, have repeatedly stated they don't believe a call out post to be bullying. So they really won't be in a position to have a problem with this post. (They still will cry about it and claim the unfairness of it all, no doubt.)

An anon sent this to someone involved in this debate:

I've realised that I will never convince anyone by publicly shaming them. I might be able to silence them, but I won't convince them.

I fully agree with these words. I think everyone involved in this situation should take these words to heart. In other posts of the last view weeks, I already shared some thought about communication and teaching. I’ll elaborate on those thoughts in a later part of this post.

I realized this post is getting long. So I'm breaking it up in several parts and I'll add links to this post as soon as the other posts are up.

The actual call out part of this whole thing

Some thoughts about learning and communication

The usual aftermath

[mysteroads]

Summary: Delia's wedding is looming and she hasn't found the ~Perfect Dress~. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and it'd take a miracle to find the dress of her dreams. A miracle... or magic. Time to visit the Neitherworld to visit a shop that can make all your wedding dreams come true... for a price.

Excerpt:

“I don't really like the idea of stealing— or borrowing!— my dress,” she admitted. 

Lydia nodded so hard Delia worried she'd make herself dizzy. “Smart. Especially since he'd have to keep magicking it periodically so it'd keep the new look.” She wrinkled her nose at Beetlejuice. “And all that magic might do weird things after awhile. I don't think Winter Pines needs another cryptid, BJ.”

“You didn't mention that detail,” Delia said, eyeing Beetlejuice as she imagined a floating wedding dress caught on camera like Bigfoot.

Beetlejuice shrugged. “Not like it'd be hard to keep juicing it on the regular for ya, D. But if you'd rather go shopping in the Neitherworld, we can do that instead.”

Both Lydia and Delia gaped at him. Delia would've laughed at Lydia goggling like a fish out of water, but she was pretty sure she looked just as silly. 

Lydia found her voice first. “What?” she demanded, her voice nearly a hiss. 

Beetlejuice leaned away from her, hand raised placatingly. “Don’t give me that look, Lyds! It'd be fine! I got a few favors I can call in, and if nothin’ on earth appeals to D, then maybe earth-adjacent might! All sorts of kooky and whimsical shit over there, and D pulls off kooky and whimsical like a pro.” He winked at Delia, grinning.

“I think I'll take that as a compliment,” she said, smiling. “But are you serious, BJ? The Neitherworld?”

“Sure. You handled that unicorn thing pretty good, and you're short on time. Like, really fuckin’ short on time.” Delia looked away like a guilty dog confronted with a knocked over garbage can. “You can spend a whole day in the Neitherworld and only lose a few hours. That way, if we have to hit more than one spot, we can.” His yellow-gold eyes went distant, obviously thinking through his plan. “Hopefully, though, the place I’m thinking of will get it done.”

Lydia frowned at him, then crawled up to sit on his other side, eyes intent on his face. “What place, Beej?”

“Nowhere I’ve taken you, Scarecrow. Not really either of our cups of tea. But Ginger works there, and she can get us in.”

“Ginger?” Delia asked, trying desperately to throttle back her curiosity. The Neitherworld was a terrifying and intriguing concept. The adults in the house—Delia, Charles, Adam, and Barbara— had all fished for details, but Beetlejuice and Lydia stayed frustratingly vague. Except for one brief trip as a family (minus Charles) to a remote corner of the Neitherworld, Lydia’s sketchbook was their biggest glimpse into the other world, and what they saw there was fascinating and terrifying.

“Friend of ours. You’ll like her,” Beetlejuice said dismissively. “Anyway, we got a deal, Delia? I take you to the Neitherworld and let you look around for dresses, and if you find one you like, I get it for you. In return, you owe me a big favor.” Lydia nudged him hard in the ribs and he rolled his eyes. “The favor won’t involve hurting yourself or anyone you care about.” He held out his hand and Delia didn’t hesitate to take it.

Author's Note: I'll probably be posting the whole chapter here later. In the meantime, if you enjoyed the excerpt, go ahead and reblog this puppy!

[psychangels]

happy wip wednesday!

for anyone who saw my post about chai having a rival that hates music (and the follow-up reblog i did discussing the half-baked oc i actually came up with based around that idea), i kept Thinking about it and cooked up half a skeleton of a story. and then i couldn't Stop thinking about it, so i wrote out a bit of a scene that popped into my head.

this will probably be in the prologue? i don't know. i was thinking that it'd be a slow build-up sort of story, where spectra doesn't Really get involved until later (sold myself on the idea of spectra being involved at all because the concept of spectra kale being like, "you have mommy issues...i have mommy issues...we should team up" is hilarious to me)

i probably won't get back to this any time soon (i already have 2 big fic projects i'm working on, after all, and a 3rd one that's already on the backburner), but i thought i'd share it anyways!

i wouldn't mind talking more about this idea, though, in the meantime. maybe i'll make a post about the story itself or something. and if you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!

Indigo stops and turns upon hearing clattering behind themself. A TEC-78 is coming down the hall, carrying a big box overflowing with what looks like computer parts. They’re grumbling about something. Probably the fact they have to carry it, knowing how lazy those models are. Though, to be fair to this one, a CAR-11E would be better suited for this.

Just as Indigo is going to get back on track, and as the TEC-78 is turning to go down another corridor, something falls out of the box. They don’t stop, seemingly not having noticed.

They consider just letting them deal with whatever consequences will come from leaving whatever it was.

They sigh after a second.

“Hey! You dropped something!” they call, jogging back the way they came.

When the TEC-78 doesn’t respond, they huff.

Reaching the corridor they went down, Indigo is shocked to see that they’re already gone. Since when were those units so fast?

Frowning, they look down to see a hard drive. They pick it up. Eyes narrowing, they inspect it. There’s the familiar Vandelay logo on it in bright red on one side. On the other is a different logo. Squinting, they can just barely make out the text. SPECTRA. What the hell is that?

Indigo looks down the hall again. The TEC-78 is long gone by now. They don’t have the time to go hunting them down just to return a hard drive. So, they pocket it. They’ll just hand it off to the next TEC-78 they see. Better than leaving it on the floor to potentially get stepped on and crushed.

[silluuuu]

In response to that post you reblogged–

There are honestly sooo many memorable scenes in your fics, but the first one that comes to mind and one of my very favorites is in Angel w a shotgun, fairly early on when they're still getting to know each other. When Maka had had a crappy day at work and ended up having Soul taking her to the fire tower. It all felt like a pretty big turning point in the story and the scene in general just makes my heart so soft to think about 🥹💕

The fact that the chaotic disaster that was their trader Joe's trip occurred right after (if I'm remembering correctly 😅) makes it even better because that's another GREAT scene and also some nice comedic relief.

Aaaanndddd now I'm feeling extremely tempted to go reread that again. It's been too long, haha

(I will say though, you've definitely been doing an incredible job with making memorable scenes in one for the road as well ❤️❤️❤️)

thank you so much for this, jay 🥹🥹

that scene is really special to me too, and looking back, chapter 5 definitely feels like where i really hit my stride with that story!! also yes, you're totally remembering right, the trader joe's scene is right after that lmaoooo. what a time, what a moment. i can never look at ready-to-eat rotisserie chicken the same again. forever grateful for your love on Angel, hahaha

(and thank you!! working slowly but surely on this chapter of oftr as always, but it's a crazy season of life again so it's going slowly. in the meantime i'll get a six-sentence sunday going as recompense <3)

thank you so much again for sending this, was a super lovely pick-me-up to read this morning and i'm super motivated to get some words down on OFTR now!! 💪💖

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

⌘ more than yesterday, more than today

{ a fanmix following Akane and Yamada’s whirlwind love story as they level up from strangers into something more, one song at a time }

     listen on... { Youtube }  >>  { Spotify }

- if you enjoyed me, please Reblog so others can find me too! -

-------------------------------------- just a mix of EN and JP songs that fit well lyrically, arranged in some semblance of a chronological order, as well as a few that fit the vibe well!

I managed to fit many references to events in the story, chapter titles, etc. within the various songs and section headers up until around ch71-ish. I had songs planned out for a section covering the Gunma arc around ch97, but figured it was better to shelve that idea for now until we have more content; in the meantime I hope this playlist can help tide everyone over during the wait for ch108, while the manga is on another short hiatus!

Youtube is the recommended way of listening as it contains all 44 songs in their intended versions (I had to make some cover substitutions with Spotify, but it's otherwise intact-- just not preferred!). --------------------------------------

tracklist

     ⌘ = incl. links to a specific translation

- LV.1: A chance encounter, like a romantic comedy - ○ 01. Hello Hello — Fickle Friends >> I'm in a lie that I told last night / You're a problem but you're mine / I think you hide it well despite the dark around your eyes ⌘ 02. Umbrella — Penthouse >> I told him I'd return the umbrella I'd borrowed / and we met up with him over the turnstiles / I look for a reason to see him one more time ⌘ 03. Kasuka na Kaori — Perfume >> I was always looking for reasons we could be together / We didn't have the kind of relationship where I could just say I wanted to be with you ⌘ 04. If Soulmates Exist — Kana Nishino >> There is surely someone in this world / Someone who I’ll fall in love with and marry / My one and only soulmate / Cool and refreshing, taller than me / With a great smile, ah… / the possibilities are endless, after all ○ 05. IRL — Fickle Friends >> Can we just speak in real life? ⌘ 06. Magic — Nanawo Akari >> "Yes" and "Thank you" and "I'm not interested" / All these words are so like you ⌘ 07. Trick Art — Ryujin Kiyoshi >> I long to meet you, but I can't / I've been caught in a bad spell / Even though we're close, it feels distant / Like a trick art, I'm getting lost ⌘ 08. LOVE PARADE — Arashi >> The rhythm of the town within my heart, my beat and yours / When they come together, that's the moment when love starts ○ 09. prologue — dasii >> - instrumental -

- LV.25: A burning fondness, akin to fever - ○ 10. The Strangest Dream — The Strike feat. Alita Moses >> You ask me to stay, what a curious scene / You're gone when I wake, what a curious thing / I had the strangest dream / You put your hands on me / You said "tonight don't think / about what it all means" ⌘ 11. PLACEBO — Kenshi Yonezu feat. SEKAI NO OWARI >> I want to make sure of that day's coincidence / I want to resolve it, this unexplored mystery (this unnoticed gravity) / We can't go back to how it was before ⌘ 12. Gimme Gimme♥ — SP: BENI / YT: Kyaami feat. Miku Hatsune (cover) >> 1-2, what do you think, / 3-4, about me? / It's scary. I want to ask you that, but I just can't ⌘ 13. The Best Day of My Life — Utada Hikaru >> Falling more and more in love with you / It won't stop now, it won't stop now / A turn of events that would shock even Shakespeare— that's life ⌘ 14. Damn it! — Da-iCE >> Hey, it’s getting obvious baby, despite concealing it with a poker face / But then, I like you even more… ⌘ 15. Critical Hit! — Amatsuki >> More and more, I want to get to know you more and more / Please show me all the parts of you I don't know / For sure, for sure, today / I'll definitely, definitely say it ⌘ 16. Dreaming of you — MY FIRST STORY >> I don't care if it's all a lie, a beautiful lie / Just say you love me now ⌘ 17. Gradation — KANA-BOON >> I want to see you, I want to hear your voice / These accumulated feelings can no longer be divided, ah

- LV.40: Tomorrow morning, when you wake up - ⌘ 18. Ponytail — Vickeblanka >> You said "Are you kidding?" and laughed innocently / I can't wait to see your amazed face / when you understand that I mean it ⌘ 19. Never Stop — Nissy >> Again today, I was half-awake when you whispered in my ear / Your morning call / She says… "Hello? Hello?" / Where’s the border between dreams and reality? ○ 20. Same — Josie Dunne >> I could tell how you felt for a little while now / Innocent, droppin' hints, but it wasn't coming out / I don't say it, stayin' patient, kinda fun to drag it out / And you say I love you, I love you, I love you / And I say "same" ⌘ 21. BAD MODE — Utada Hikaru >> How about we ignore texts, watch Netflix / Stay in our pajamas all day, order something on Uber Eats / and take a bath together? ⌘ 22. Halfway — Gen Hoshino >> At a glance, it always seems like / we're pretty peaceful / Our adorable crises / and our not-so-adorable ones, we hold them close ⌘ 23. Akubi — Omoinotake >> Looking at each other's drowsy face, acting goofy / Like a mirror, we always have the same expression on our faces ⌘ 24. over and over — Rei Yasuda >> I always want to look over you, and that dazzling smile of yours / I want to fall in love with it, no matter how many times ⌘ 25. I LOVE… — Official HIGE DANdism >> In the midst of a growing love, of changing feelings, you shine brilliantly / Irregular, like paints diving into a water tank and melting / I wouldn't have even noticed these vivid colors if I was alone / You feigned ignorance, said it's normal —so let me finish what I started saying to you— "I love—"

- LV.69: A dimly-lit room and gentle rain, just you and me - ○ 26. Glue — Fickle Friends >> I know what you're thinking / I know that it's not like you / Your heartbeat is so quick / when you say, "let's rendezvous" ○ 27. Empty Cups — Charlie Puth >> If you wanna like I wanna, let me take it to another room / so it's only us / Turn that television up so nobody can listen ○ 28. Into You — Da-iCE (cover) >> The temperature's rising in here / Is this gonna happen / Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move / Before I make a move ○ 29. Collar Full — Panic! At The Disco >> We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired / I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned / I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company / so maybe tonight I'll be the libertine ○ 30. Space — claquepot feat. Anna Takeuchi >> I want to touch you, even if it's just for a moment / Even the space between our skin / I love even that and it's endless / I want to swim around in the one-room universe ⌘ 31. Ribbon Shower — SP: Shoshinsha F (cover) / YT: Natsushiro Takaaki (cover) >> Amid the rain, I can hear it, I can hear, “I love you” / and then the two of us break those platonic rules… ○ 32. A Night to Remember — Betty Who >> When the morning came, I could hear my name coming from the bed / Laying on your side in the early light, I could see it in my head / Naked, coffee, hands still on me / I swore I'd never give you up ⌘ 33. Rendezvous — Nissy >> Because you’re the first, / a special person, you see / Hey, when the time comes, / I will definitely ask, / “would you dance with me?” ○ 34. Your Eyes — Bitei Matsuki >> Eyes that melt when the rain stops / The words that trace the wet window are silken / In a world where there is no day or night

- LV.999: More than yesterday, more than today - ○ 35. Grace — Kasper Lindmark >> - instrumental - ⌘ 36. Ai — Motohiro Hata >> I don’t believe in love because I can’t see it with my eyes / Or at least, that was how I used to delude myself / I kept it buried way, way down / But then I met you ○ 37. Then There’s You — Charlie Puth >> Some girls walk in the room and everything remains / But when you opened up the door, my life completely changed ⌘ 38. Comedy — SP: Gen Hoshino / YT: NORISTRY (cover) >> Let's go home hand in hand / What do you want to eat today? / Wanna talk to you about things like / "this is what happened today" / Every day with you / makes my life a comedy ⌘ 39. Tattoo — Official HIGE DANdism >> And within this relationship between you and me / I see why you show your cheeks blushing / I can’t come up with a good metaphor right now / but it’s something invaluable ⌘ 40. LADY — Kenshi Yonezu >> Suppose the two of us could meet all over again / like a glittering movie: how would you want it? ○ 41. Beautiful Journey — HIRAIDAI >> I like it just the way it is / You're you, aren't you? ⌘ 42. One Love — Arashi >> Any kind of you, even any kind of me, loving each and every one / If you are here, then I don't need anything else / Because I'll be sure to make you happy ⌘ 43. Sunflower — I Don’t Like Mondays. >> Hey, how much longer can we be together like this? / I don’t know, but I don’t wanna know just yet / I understood from the beginning that there is no eternity / so till that day, till that moment, I wanna be with you ○ 44. Wish Upon the Summer — Penthouse >> I wonder if I'll reach you someday / It's a risk-taking love / Tell me that you love me / I hope, more than yesterday, more than today...