#i'm new to stop motion and it takes so much effort but i love the result

[avastazyana]

Orion everytime he's around D-16

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 8: SEX MACHINE Vinsmoke Brothers 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @shogunfura ➡ Hi hi Sashi 😊 I saw your kinktober Event and you know how much I love the vinsmokes, soooo I neeeed to request something. I was thinking about day 8 sex machine if it's not already taken. So as an extra kink I would say foursome, cause I would like all three of them 🤤 Gender should be female with she/her pronouns please 😊 I hope you feel better these days. I know that you had a hard time and I just want to let you know that I'm rooting for you, even though I'm not that active. I always appreciate the time and effort you put into your fics. Keep up the good work, I love to read your entrys 🙈😊 ➡ thank u so much sweetheart, please enjoy! 💖💖 tw: mdni. usage of a "sex machine". tubes, inflation, suction and filling with liquids (heavily inspired on those echhi comics with tubes and tentacles :P). oral. vag. nipple play. depravity. could be considered dark content, so read it under your own risk. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Prince Ichiji… what- what is this?” “Our new invention, do you like it (Name)?” “I- yes… ngh…”

You were used to have fun with the Germa princes. They don’t treat you like a slave like they do to other women; you could say are one of them. Being the princess of another reign aligned to the Germa 66 one, you are free to visit them as they are to visit you. And those visits include rough, savage, violent sexual encounters. Sometimes together, sometimes with one of the sibling. But all of them based in pure lust and depravity that fill your hollow hearts.

That Sunday afternoon, after getting tea with the guys, they invited to meet their new “toy”.

You should have at least suspected. It should have been clear to you that what were you gonna fid inside that sterile lab looking room was machinery for… pleasure.

A table, similar to a hospital bed, lies in the middle of the room. Around several computers with a variety of tentacle like tubes.

“Would you like to be the first one to try, Princess (Name)?” Vinsmoke Niji asks, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You don’t think much, you have no choice but to cooperate. The one asking is the least comprehensive than the three of them.

“Mh… yes” you murmur, as your royal attire gets already untied by those irreverent hands.

And soon, completely nude, you are invited to sit on the cold surface of that “bed”.

Ichiji Vinsmoke comes closer to you, as he is the one entitled to operate the main computer.

“There… get comfortable for me, ok?” he says, pushing the button ON on a wide keyboard on what looks like the main console of the machine.

You wait in silence, smiling uncomfortably to the two brothers looking at you with their pants already tenting. If they were animals, they be frothing at the mouth. The reflex of your nudity over the metallic bed gives them a beautiful, mirrored image of your already wetting sex.

A few sounds catch your attention, and soon you notice Ichiji holding the first tube in his hands.

“So, the first one should be connected to… your right nipple” he murmurs, as if he was a doctor ready to perform surgery on a patient. Except that you are able to listen, and completely awake for that matter.

The tube instantly attaches to your nipple with negative pressure, imitating the sucking motions of their lips.

Then, with no words but a side smirk, Ichiji connects yet another tube to your other nipple.

You are already trying to stop yourself from squirming, as the sucking intensifies, and it feels absolutely amazing.

“You are liking it already, (Name). Aren’t you?” Yonji asks, coming closer to you by the other side of the bed.

You nod, biting your lips but never taking all of the attention away from Ichiji. He is the one controlling the mysterious sex machine, and you wonder what else will be attached to -or inserted in- your body at any moment.

And indeed, in his hand he takes yet another tube but this time with no attachment by the end of it.

He shows it to you with that smirking that never fades away from his lips. Your already desperate façade reflects on his cherry red glasses.

“Now, we have already played with vibrators. But I believe never with a suction toy, right?” he asks you, pondering something.

“I- no- no. we ne-ngh-ver” you barely answer as the sucking in your nipples become stronger every second it passes, with different patterns that you are mostly sure will be imitated in your sex.

“Good, suction it is then. Don’t worry, though. There will be vibration either way” he says, laughing at Niji who apparently enjoys that last part most than the rest.

An attachment, that reminds you of an oxygen mask, gets fixed into the tube and such tube gets directed towards your sex.

Immediately after, the suction begins. Pumping air can be felt, and your clit feels like exploding in a matter of seconds. This time it is almost impossible for you to rest still.

As you squirm, receiving a pleasure ever taken by your body, you notice Yonji’s desperate erection coming closer to your lips.

You wonder if that’s all, but you are surely wrong. And even if you wish to be sucking his dick right now, your squirming motions aren’t making it easy.

“Ichiji, she won’t stop moving” Yonji grunts, protesting as your lips can’t surround his shaft comfortably as he wishes.

“That’s why you should wait, but if you can’t let me hold her still for you” he says, typing a couple of unknown words on the computer.

You widen your eyes, not knowing exactly what’s about to happen but soon you learn cold metallic straps have trapped you against the bed.

“There, beast. Fuck her mouth” Ichiji says, while your mouth receives the impertinent sex of the youngest of them all.

You aren’t mad as the salty flavour of his precum fills your tongue, but you aren’t definitely comfortable either. The shackles are hurting your wrists and ankles, but pleasure is stronger to notice such pain.

As you gag and tear up from the deep rams of Yonji’s dick against your throat, you feel an explosive climax reaching you. You let it happen, you don’t need to hold back, you really needed relief.

But a single orgasm won’t be enough, and nor you are having a time off after it. In fact, Niji, who is standing by your feet is ready to play with your body too.

“Ichiji, let go one of her feet” he asks, in between your muffled moaning and the sound of your skin slapping against the bed.

The red-haired brother surely turns his eyes white but allows your right leg to be freed. Niji, traps it and takes your toe into his mouth. Who knew the blue demon liked feet that much.

He gets your toe completely dampened and then continues with the rest of the feet, only to take it to his freed sex.

“Move it up and down, bitch” he moans, while you feel the wetness of his sprouting precum on his tip, mixing with his saliva.

And to his grunts, Yonji add his. Filling, with no shame, your mouth of his cum. You choke with it, giving them the imagery of white sticky product running through the commissure of your lips.

“That’s good, bitch” Yonji celebrates, cleaning -smearing- your face off his own cum.  

You blink repeatedly, with your head in the clouds and probably unaware of what’s coming for you next.

And it is, indeed, the second brother who’s already crawling on top of the bed. He is not willing to wait, and apparently your foot against his shaft isn’t satisfying him no more.

Ichiji laughs at your reaction when seeing Niji topping you all of a sudden. He pulls the suction cup on your sex, making you mewl. It didn’t hurt, indeed, it felt amazing.

“Look at how inflamed you are… so pretty” Niji laughs, playing with your swollen labia and squirting liquids.

You swallow the left overs of Yonji’s cum, it is hard to do so as it sticks down the walls of your throats. But you don’t mind, you will drink plenty of water after -that if, you survive this-.

The sudden intrusion makes you whine, but it does not surprise you. Niji’s dick has been several times inside you, and this is yet another one of those. However, as you are swollen, a lot more sensitive and needy, the ramming motions of his hips are better than ever.

Ichiji has release your other foot so that your legs are now resting on Niji’s shoulder. But still, you wonder what is his gonna do next.

By the side of your eye, you take a swift look at what he holds in his hands, and it is yet another tube he seems to be preparing.

Several are the minutes of uncontrollable and merciless fucking Niji blesses you with, and several are also the times you come with him and the sucking cups on your nipples still attached to you.

And right after he finishes filling you up, it’s time for the first born to have fun. Him whose king qualities always shine the brightest, moves his brother to the side before kissing your lips with a soft peck.

But don’t let it fool you. He might be more delicate, and maybe even more put together… but the red haired one, is the cruellest of them all.

“See this, (Name)? Do you know what this is?” he asks, showing the tube in his hand. It is different from the rest, it looks to be dripping with some kind of lubrication liquid.

“N- no… wha- what is it?” you ask, this time for real scared.

He smirks, taking off his glasses and flashing his blue irises to you. “Ah… this is my special one. My creation” he scoffs, walking slowly to your feet.

“See… you have just experienced suction and penetration separately. But, now I want you to experience everything and more at the same time”

A couple of shackles are now holding your legs spread apart to almost feeling like breaking your body in half. You understand that in case pleasure gets too high, you won’t be able to even close them as a natural response.

“Now, allow me to insert this… you will feel your womb a little… full” Ichiji says, sticking that cold tube into you.

A soon warm and cold mix of some liquid begins to fill you up; you feel a bulge forming in your lower belly.

“Wh- what is it?” you ask, with widen eyes but still squirming because it feels unexpectedly good.

“It’s a bio liquid I developed, it will enhance your sensations” he informs you, violently pressing down your belly. “Try to hold it…” he jokes, knowing too well it would be almost impossible to do so.

Yet, your walls work hard not to let a single drop scape your womb. And it makes you tremble, as the pressure plays against your G spot like nothing before.

“Ichi-Ichiji… this- is amazing…” you huff. No amount of air is enough.

“I know, right… but what if I add a little bit of this? will you be able to hold it in?” he murmurs, while the tube inside of you begins to vibrate.

You close your eyes. Painfully trying to stop the contents inside of you to come out… this time, losing the battle, dripping down the liquids all over the bed, having yet another orgasm…

“Honey… you are ready for me now” “Fuck her rough, brother!”

taglist: @stephisokay @henrioo @shuzuiikoii @bullbonez @fengxinwifutobecalled @i-started-reading-fanfics-at12 @crimsonlikeshellsing @weebare808 @thestarwasborn @bookandyarndragon @cyberdazetragedy @uzxotic and @kwnblack because come on, vinsmokes are our guilty pleasure 💖🤭

[getonite]

YOU KNOW I LOOK TOO GOOD TO NOT BE HIDEOUS!

( synop. the voice inside of dazai's head swallows him whole ) contains. 1.8k+ wc — gn!reader ; dazai angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers ( hinted ), dazai gets a hug, alcoholism, drunk!dazai, pre-ada but post-pm, mention of vomit, dazai has a panic attack + cries, implied sh scars. ( the author is back on their torturing dazai bit ; this song literally belongs to him, okay. kinda pt2 to my prev dazai fic. )

"Dazai . . . "

"Dazai."

"OSAMU!"

Dazai twitches, awakened by the familiar sound of a yelling voice. "Huh?" his voice slurs as he sits up slowly, his body clearly in pain. You sniff, groaning the thick smell of alcohol stuck in his clothes. "Don't yell, hangover . . . " he grumbles. "Or maybe I'm still drunk."

"Get up," you say firmly, looking down at his slumped body resting against the wall.

He must've been downing drinks last night, though, at least not to the point where he couldn't figure his way home. Though, it seems he couldn't get into the house as his keys are resting in his hand and he's sitting onto the concrete next to the door.

"Huh? Wha—What, I'm getting- huh?"

You sigh and loop your arm underneath his, carefully pulling him inside of the house. You carefully grab the keys and set them on the rack near the door. Dazai let's out a drunken giggle as you pat him down, making sure that everything he left with is still with him.

"You are so fucking irresponsible," you hiss, tugging Oda's coat off of his lanky body. After forcing him to sit down, you walk to the kitchen to get him a much needed glass of water.

"Oh, coooome on," he hiccups, "You love me though.

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, "Your lucky no one found you black out drunk like that and stole your shit. Or worse, killed you." You emphasize your woods, setting the cup ( you don't trust him with a glass ) of water in front of him. "Or have you forgotten, you just left the Port Mafia?"

Dazai sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes at your statement.

After months of hiding, you'd think he'd get it. Maybe that he'd follow suit of you. Stay low, stay quiet, and say lawful. Apparently not. He can't even stay clean.

There's a thought of wanting to punch him, maybe it'll knock some sense into him you think. Taking a deep breath, you bend down, slipping off his shoes and putting them next to the door. "Drink your water, please," you grunt," I'll run you a bath."

"Mhm~!" Dazai sings. He's been mumbling and humming tunes, kicking his feet as you attempt to clean him up.

After a couple of minutes, you walk down the hallway toward him, "Alright, c'mon!" Dazai giggles, hurriedly getting up from his seat. Though you see the scene happen in slow motion. As if he had low iron ( which he probably does ), the blood rushed down towards his feet and he immediately stumbles, hanging onto the table as he tries to gain his bearings.

"Osam—" you pause when you see his puffed cheeks. You sigh and dash for the small trashcan in the bathroom and hold it below his mouth. And a second later, you hear the gross sound of vomit.

You rub his back, waiting for him to finish before you even attempt to bring him to the bathroom. You almost gag as you bring him carefully to the bathroom and strip his clothes, unraveling his bandages as well.

A wave of both guilt and disappointment passes through you as you see him flop into the filled bathtub. He's thin. New scars have appeared a top the old and ( incorrectly ) healed ones. He's too pale, his hair is back to the state it was when he first appeared, and he reeks of the bar. Even after your efforts, it seems as if you can't get him out of this slump. "Osamu . . . "

Dazai lifts his head, silently responding to your voice. All of the mumbling, sound effects, and humming are stopped as you carefully clean his skin.

"What is going on with you?" There's a deep frown on your face as you inspect his forearm. "No matter how much I try, you only clean yourself up when I make you."

"I work, you sit in a bar, come home and plop yourself on the couch without a fucking word," you hiss. Dazai flinches, though your not sure if it's your voice, or your movements. Regardless, a sense of guilt floods you and you take a deep breath.

"What is it?" You pause and look at him, "I know you're still recovering from Oda, I understand grief. But you refuse to talk about it and then drown yourself in alcohol, no matter what I do."

There's attempt to keep your voice calm and level, though he can hear it. The underlying emotions of annoyance, worry, and disbelief.

His eyes are downcast, focused on the water covering his lower half. They're dazed, pupils dilating as they stay focused on the one spot. "Osamu?" You frown, eyes flickering to study his face. Your face falls when you hear the quiet sound of his breathing.

His chest shakes as he breathing increases, his jaw shaking in an attempt to say words.

"Oh . . . Osamu," you mumble as tears swell in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and onto the arms resting in his lap. His arm flinches at the sting of the salty tear to the cuts on them.

You carefully get into the bathtub fully clothed behind him. He feels the warmth of your skin touch his as you carefully grab onto him, holding him close with pressure on his chest from your arms. "You're alright, I promise. It's okay," you whisper. His trembling hands touch your arms.

The silent tears continue to fall, the sound of the drops hitting the water, and his ragged breathing fill the air.

"Hey," you whisper, "Can you do something for me? The bathroom is kind of bland, but can you point out 5 things you see?" Dazai gulps, your voice sounding distant despite how you're hugged to him. Nevertheless, his eyes dart around the room, he attempts to find something to grab onto to.

His jaw ticks, "The- The shampoo," he croaks. You nod with a small smile growing on your face, "Good. It's okay, try to breathe," your hand rests against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. "Tell me some more . . . "

Dazai sniffs, chest stuttering rapidly, "Your— s-s- sweatpants." His grip tightens on your arm as more tears slide down his face. "That's it, can you give me another one?"

"The," he gulps, "Clock."

"Come on, you got it. Can you give me another one?"

His lips tremble, teeth clacking together in an uncomfortable pace. He sucks in a breath, vision fuzzy as he focuses on your voice. "Uhh, the toilet," he whimpers, glossy tears clouding his view before they spill. You nod, "Good job, one more."

Dazai squeezes his eyes shut before blinking, to search for something else. "Soap, the soap."

You help him attempt to breathe, "Good. Now breath, just feel the way my chest is moving."

For the next few minutes, you talk him through the 5-4-3-2-1 method until he's relaxed in your hold. The water has gone cold, and the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes cling to your skin. "How about . . . " you start, "I clean you up, then we judge what to do hm? You just— you need a good bath and some food."

Dazai nods silently. He's not entirely in the room. His eyes are unfocused as he feels your careful hands gliding along his skin, though everything feels muffled to him, the room beginning to blur once more before your hand slightly pulls him from his disassociate state.

You pull him from the tub, drying him off, cleaning his arms and legs, wrapping his wounds in bandages, and cutting his hair again. ( Making sure he brushes his teeth )

No matter how many times he attempts to tune in on your voice, he can't do it. Nor can he focus on anything. His hands don't feel like his hands. The table doesn't feel like it's familiar texture. The room doesn't smell right. He doesn't sink into the seat correctly. And the chopsticks send tingles through his hand. None of it feels real.

He feels your warm hand touching the back of his neck. "Breathe," you whisper, "Touch it again. Hold it and breathe, it'll feel right."

His world is fuzzy, except the static quiets when you touch him. He slowly eats, the entire time with you keeping a warm hand on him.

Dazai starts to wake up as you carry him to the bed, pulling him into your embrace. There's silence throughout the room, not a sound unleashed to part the quiet atmosphere. Well, until you speak. "Osamu . . . " you whisper, fingers dancing in his head of curls as you carefully think of what to say. "I love you."

The man's eyes widen at your soft words. "No matter which way you choose to interpret that. I do."

"Which is why I have this urge to take care of you. It's what drives to clean up your empty bottles and canned food. And it drives to wonder what can I do to help you?"

Dazai gulps, his fingers entangled in the fabric of your new shirt.

"Your two years of hiding are almost over," you whisper, "Im selfish, you've known that since we were kids. So please, just promise me something. I don't need your thoughts, your feelings, nothing. Just two words."

"Hm?" Dazai looks up at you, having a feeling as to what you'll say.

"I'll sound cringe," you roll your eyes with a faint smile on your face, "but—promise me you'll tell me when you feel like your falling again. Doesn't matter how much I have to do it, I'll pick you back up. Cut your hair, change your bandages, whatever. I just—I hate seeing you like that. You just have to tell me."

Dazai remains silent, simply laying against you.

"I sorry," he whispers. You sigh, "Don't say sorry, just promise. I said I'd protect you when we were little, I mean that, even if you are older than me ( by a year ). I just need you to promise."

"I promise," he whispers.

You smile and mess with the small hairs on the back of his neck. "Good."

A faint smile appears on Dazai's face, one you can't see of course. "Well, first order of buisness," you speak. Dazai frowns, looking up at you.

"You're banned from all bars."

"Hey!" Dazai shrieks, shooting up to look down at you.

"You throw up on me, I'll kill you," you say firmly.

"Thought you were supposed to protect me," Dazai frowns, with a teasing verse.

"I can knock some sense into you."

"Asshole."

"Mhm," you hum, pulling him back on top of you, making sure he's comfortable beneath the sheets. "Also . . . " He mumbles.

"You love me?"

A couple of months later, you walk with Dazai to the four-story building of your workplace. Before the man can even open his mouth as you walk through the door, "Do not flirt with her."

Dazai whines as you drag him upstairs and to a door that reads 'Armed Detective Agency.'

A hum leaves your lips as you walk in, lugging Dazai along by his collar. Your eyes drift to a grey-haired man in traditional Japanese clothing, a green haori draped over his kimono.

You throw Dazai forward, walking to the side of him.

"President, this is the one I was talking about."

the ending was kind of ass. i think i lost the concept a bit lol. i hope you appreciate this a little. reblogs r appreciated!!

[gilverrwrites]

i’ve sent this request to river-rat69, but wanted to see how you would potentially interpret it >_>

exploring interests with jack and finding a common one? like art? perhaps?

just a cute idea idk

Finding common interests with Jack

Author note: That is super cute! I'm note sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

I will also note, I know a common opinion is that Jack is like a child in an adult body, but I always read him more as like an adult with minimal world or social skills.

Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Rating: General

Genre: Pure fluff

Please be kind to your mind ❤︎

I feel like if Jack wants to make a connection with someone, he will try anything at least once.

He's a 20-year-old who has never had to make friends before. Cas and the Winchesters are family, thats different. Friends he has to make an effort for. (At least in his head.)

If he thinks you really enjoy something that he doesn't, he won’t want to hurt your feelings. He wants you to like him.

So even if he doesn’t enjoy something that much, he’ll try to pretend.

It’s up to you to figure that out and stop him from torturing himself.

He’s too nice, loyal to a fault.

Although, the many sceptical questions and the suspicious looks are a dead giveaway.

“Is it supposed to smell this strong?” Yep “And I can’t eat it?” No, Jack, it’s soap! “And we’re wearing gloves because? It’s dangerous, yep, got it.” “Is this what a headache feels like? NO! It’s fun! If you like it, I like it.” “It takes HOW LONG to cure?”

Probably stay away from things like candle and soap making.

He likes stability, so I think having a set day each week, or a couple of hours each night to do stuff together, would be ideal for him.

He’d love bonding over shared interests in films and TV.

He doesn’t have to eat, but I think he would enjoy trying new foods.

So: having a weekly film night would be awesome. Where you can both veg out on the couch together, eat whatever new or different foods you find at the supermarket, and watch horror (primarily zombie) and/or sci-fi films together. 

Or spend the weekend binge-watching The Walking Dead or The Cornetto Trilogy (+ Paul, non negotiable).

Video games too: Left 4 Dead, Fallout etc

Then fall asleep where you're lounging, talking about your faves and your fan theories. 

I don’t know that he would be into making art, per se, but I think he would like crafts.

I feel like Jack would really like those diamond painting thingies. Or just like, bedazzling things in general.

Like, I can see him contracting some weird cosmic-being version of the flu, being quarantined with an Angel!Reader and it being like that one episode of Malcolm in the Middle. 

Also legos. Just things that take a lot of attention to detail, something that can take his mind off of the constant pressure he is under, that you can really focus on, but that has a cool pay off at the end.

Animation as well, both watching (more 2D stuff like Batman, Invincible, Nimona)

And doing– probably more like stop motion, with again, legos, or claymodels. 

(I’m totally not projecting because I am an animation nerd)

He would, however, enjoy art galleries and museums.

Being able to admire and learn about things created by humans throughout history would be so astounding.

Would like to have you with him so you can observe, learn, and discuss together.

If you’re interested but unable to go with him, he’ll memorise everything so he can relay it all to you later, or pick up a bunch of leaflets for you to read. Or he’ll make a note of all his favourite parts so he can take you there another time.

He would have a similar sentiment if you are an artistic person. 

He doesn’t want to draw or paint stuff with you, but he would like watching you and your creative process (if you don’t mind being watched)

Like absolutely fascinated by your ability to create something from nothing. Something that evokes emotion or tells a story – wow!!

Your number one supporter. Gift him your art, and he’ll put it on his bedroom wall.

Those galleries I mentioned earlier, he’s buying you both tickets to go see your inspirations shows or displays.

Wants to look through all your old works, he doesn’t care if that horse you drew when you were 12 is the wrong shape and has wonky eyes, he thinks its so cool that you tried, and practiced, and learned. That’s human ingenuity.

You’re so cool.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

HAPPY 1K!!!! That's SO exciting and well deserved!!

Might I humbly request a ficlet with...

Z. "You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"

and ⭐Celebrity AU

Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy! 🍓

I'm celebrating 1k followers, requests are open

Just how much I'll do

Rated: M

Words: 989

Tags: Celebrity AU, modern AU, rockstar Eddie, nepo baby Steve, fake dating, sexual tension, finger sucking, enemies to lovers

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“Ah, there they are,” Eddie says. “Took them long enough.” 

Steve stops chatting with the waitress to follow his gaze. Something is glinting beyond their window, in the tiny space between two cars on the other side of the dark street. A camera. The waitress hurriedly puts down their dessert and scurries off. Steve watches her go with a disappointed frown. Using the moment of distraction, Eddie reaches out across the table and tangles their fingers together. 

The frown melts into a bitchy scowl and Steve flinches like Eddie’s hand is something gross. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Eddie laughs, loud and unashamed in the hushed quiet of the restaurant.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos. He flips their entwined hands so they’re facing the window, running his thumb over Steve’s knuckles in a slow, deliberate motion. His smile is wide and teasing as he leans over the table and into Steve’s space. “I must admit I’m a tad bit insulted. I make an effort to look nice for you, take you to the fanciest restaurant in town, and you’ve got nothing better to do than flirt with the waitress all night? Why, Stevie, do you even still love me?” 

“Quit it, Munson,” Steve snaps, trying to yank his hand away, but Eddie holds firm. A few quizzical heads turn in their direction and he’s quick to stop struggling. When he speaks again, his voice is a low hiss. “You know as well as me that this is all a publicity stunt. Don’t forget about the deal.” 

“Sure,” Eddie drawls, snatching a chocolate-coated strawberry from his plate and popping it into his mouth. The chocolate bursts between his teeth and tangy, juicy sweetness explodes all over his taste buds, making him hum in pleasure. The place may be way out of his comfort zone, markedly different from his usual dark and edgy night clubs, but at least the food is excellent. “We go on a few dates together, let our friends out there take their little photos, write their little news stories. After a few months, we break it off amicably - no hard feelings, you’ll always be special to me, yadda yadda. My label gets off my ass about my ‘out of control’ lifestyle, your old man gets to beat those completely unfounded allegations of homophobia just in time for the big election. Look how supportive he is of his queer son, after all. A true champ, a beacon of tolerance and open-mindedness, a shining example for all of us.” 

Steve, who has just taken a sip of his wine, snorts so hard, Eddie’s surprised it doesn’t come shooting out of his nose. He has a nice laugh - pretty like the rest of him, but there’s a bitter little twist to his mouth that never seems to quite disappear. Eddie catches himself wondering what his smile would look like without it. 

“Please,” Steve sneers, putting his glass back down with a bit too much force. A few drops of wine splash over the rim, staining the table cloth red. “My dad’s a bigoted old asshole and we both know it.” 

The hand that’s still tangled with Eddie’s tightens, almost painfully. A small part of Eddie imagines the things Senator Harrington must call his darling son behind closed doors. 

“Makes me wonder, though,” is what he says, “why you agreed to play along in this little farce? Why help him out if he’s such a douchebag?” 

For a second, something pokes through the facade of bored indifference on Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable and honest. Eddie wants to grab a hold of it and pull it all the way to the surface, lay it bare and never let it go again. But it’s gone as quick as it came, slipping through his fingers like mist. 

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and the bitter curl returns to his lips. “Not like you’d get it.” 

He's right, Eddie thinks. He probably wouldn't. He hasn't seen his own sperm donor in twenty years. He doesn’t know what it's like, growing up in the shadow of an overbearing father, constantly forced to uphold your family's image, to live up to expectations. 

But something in the way Steve says it, all haughty and derisive, like Eddie isn't even worth an explanation, makes something ugly stir low in his belly. 

“Oh, I think I get it,” he says, plucking another strawberry from his plate. Steve watches with a furrowed brow how he lets it dangle between them, waving it idly about as he speaks. “I think it must be hard, constantly begging for daddy's love and acceptance, but only ever being fed the scraps. Always so eager, always so willing, but never quite good enough, you poor boy. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?” 

Steve's eyes go wide, perfect lips parting around a punched-out little sound. Eddie grins triumphantly, lifting the strawberry to his mouth. 

But he never makes it there. 

Steve surges forward, fingers closing around Eddie’s wrist. Eddie watches, heartbeat pounding in his skull, how Steve sucks the fruit into his warm, wet mouth. How pink lips slip over his fingers, all the way down to the first knuckle. Chocolate cracks and a thin rivulet of red juice trickles down Eddie's thumb. Steve darts out his tongue and catches it, never once breaking eye contact. 

“Holy shit,” someone whispers. It takes Eddie a moment to recognize his own voice. He knows it's impossible through the glass and the distance, but he swears he can hear how the camera shutter on the other side of the street goes crazy. 

Steve releases his fingers with a slick sound, tongue licking over plush lips to gather the last traces of strawberry and chocolate and Eddie still clinging to them. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse, breath cool against Eddie’s wet skin. 

“Let's get outta here … and I'll show you just how much I'll do.” 

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

And then they went home and had hate sex. The end.

[hyperactively-me]

First of all: thanks for your service, the king!ghost au holds me in chokehold. Your writing is so beautiful!

What leads me to this: just imagine our princess has her first birthday in her new home, and Simon is trying everything to make it perfect for her, using everything he learned about her until now but somehow this day just makes her sad. Not because he isn't trying, but there is simply one thing missing what makes her birthday perfect, and that's her siblings.

thank you so much!! also, i smiled so big when i saw this request, the idea is sooooooo cute, love it sooo much!!!

As the day of your first birthday in your new home approached, King Ghost went to great lengths to make it a truly special occasion. He had observed and learned so much about you since you had moved to Kastron and became queen, and he was determined to make your first birthday in Kastron the best day. 

The palace was adorned with your favorite flowers, and the grand banquet hall was filled with a feast of dishes you loved, as well as a giant birthday cake. He had a whole day planned out of fun activities that he knew you would love. He had taken you on a private picnic out in the palace gardens, took you on a boat ride through the lake, and you even went riding in the countryside. Throughout the day, he showered you with thoughtful gifts, each one carefully chosen to reflect your interests. Yet, despite all his efforts, there was a sadness in your eyes that he couldn't ignore.

Late in the afternoon, as the festivities continued, you found a quiet moment alone with Simon. He could sense that something was amiss, that your heart was heavy on what should have been a joyous day.

You looked into his eyes, your voice trembling with a suppressed emotion. “Simon, I appreciate everything you've done for me today. It’s been beautiful, and I'm extremely grateful for your thoughtfulness. But I just…there's something missing.”

Simon’s brow furrowed with concern as he held your gaze. “What’s missing, love? Tell me, and I will do whatever it takes to make it right.”

A tear glistened in your eye as you replied, “It’s…it’s my siblings. This is the first birthday I've celebrated without them…it just doesn’t feel the same without them.”

Understanding washed over Simon’s face as he finally understood what was bothering you all day. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close and gently wiping away your tears. “I'm so sorry, dove. If I had known—”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” you whisper, clutching onto him. “You didn’t know. Today has been beyond perfect, Si. Everything you’ve done for me today, it’s been so lovely.” 

You rest your head against his chest, taking a breath. “I just miss my siblings terribly."

Simon held you tighter, his love and understanding soothing your heartache. He runs his hand through your hair, pulling you into his lap. The moment you said you missed your siblings was the moment he promised himself that he would bring them here for you. 

. . . 

Once Simon finally had a moment of solitude, he wasted no time in seeking out his advisors. He immediately began devising a plan to expedite the arrival of your siblings to Kastron. After some diligent effort, the plan was set in motion; they would be arriving in five days. Now, it’s time to make it a surprise. 

. . .

A few days had passed; it was the day your siblings were set to arrive. He had woken you up, a giddy smile etched on his face. All morning and all afternoon he was smiling at you. 

“What’s with you today, Mr. Smiley?” you tease, squeezing his hand as you stroll through the garden. 

Simon chuckled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Nothin’.” 

“Simon Riley, don’t you lie to me,” you say, stopping in your tracks, feigning upset.

Simon turns around to face you, grabbing your other hand. 

“Am I not allowed to smile in the presence of my beautiful wife?” he says.

You couldn't help but laugh at Simon's charming response. “You're allowed to smile all you want, but that's not just any smile, that's a 'I've got a big secret' smile.”

How perceptive you are.

Simon gave a playful sigh of defeat, his smile growing wider. “Alright, you've got me. But trust me, it's a secret worth waiting for.”

As you continued your stroll through the garden, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity building within you. Simon's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't wait to find out what surprise he had in store.

He pulls a blindfold out, waving it in front of you.

“I’m gonna put this on you, okay?” he says, pushing your hair away from your face. You look up at him, confused. 

“Ohhhkay, I’m a little nervous now. It’s not an important holiday, right? Or an extension of my birthday, is it? Everything you did for me was perfect, Si, if this is what this is about—”

“Darling, trust me,” he interrupts, placing his hand over your mouth gently. 

You stare at him, the nod slowly. He chuckles at your widened eyes, bringing the blindfold up and over your eyes.

You grab onto his shirt, balling the fabric up in your hands.

“‘M not gonna let go of you,” he chuckles at you clutching onto his shirt. 

“Please don’t, I will get scared,” you mumble, half-joking.

Once he finishes securing the blindfold around your eyes, he grabs your hand, pulling it around his bicep. 

“‘m gonna take you somewhere, just hold on to me,” you hear Simon explain, his feet pulling you along as you start walking. You instinctively tighten your grip on his bicep, pulling yourself closer to him to feel more secure. 

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden, Simon led you to a beautifully decorated gazebo. 

“There’s steps here,” he announces, taking your hand off his bicep, “‘m gonna pick you up now.” 

“Okay!—” you shriek as he scoops you up into his arms as though you weigh nothing, carrying you up the steps.

With a satisfied grunt, he sets you down, holding onto your arm to let you know he was still there. Just then, the sound of multiple footsteps caught your attention. 

“Ready, love?” Simon says, tugging at your blindfold gently.

“I guess so, yeah,” you say, excitement and nervousness thrumming through you. 

With a single tug, Simon removes the blindfold from your eyes, the sudden brightness of the sunset spilling into your vision. 

“Surprise!!” a cluster of voices cheer. 

“Oh my god.”

Every single one of your siblings stood in front of you, smiles all plastered on their faces. Your breath was caught in your throat and tears immediately sprung in your eyes. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you rushed forward and embraced them tightly. “I missed you all so much!”

Your heart swelled with happiness as you hugged each of them tightly, savoring the familiar scent and warmth of your family. Your siblings, equally emotional, hugged you back tightly. 

You take your sibling’s faces in your hands, peppering kisses on their cheeks. 

"We missed you too! This is all thanks to Simon,” they said, looking at him with gratitude.

Simon gently smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart as he watched your tearful reunion. Seeing you so beyond happy made his heart swell. You turn towards Simon, holding the hand of your youngest sibling. 

“I can't believe you all did this,” you exclaimed, wiping away the tears that flowed freely down your cheeks. “This is the best surprise ever!”

Your siblings exchanged knowing glances and grinned. Your oldest sibling stepped forward. “Well, we figured you've been working so hard lately, and with all the stress, you deserve a break and a little sibling love.”

One of your younger siblings chimed in, “And we couldn't pass up the chance to see the look on your face when Simon brought you here blindfolded.” You giggle at their words, tousling their hair. 

Simon chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. “They all insisted on it.”

“Thank you,” you whisper to Simon, your eyes filled with appreciation. “This is more than I could have ever asked for.”

Simon shrugged modestly, the smallest hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. “I just wanted to see you happy.”

“Well, you succeeded,” you replied, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Your siblings chimed in with teasing grins, clearly approving of your relationship.

“Oh, stop,” you turn to your siblings, a mischievous smile etched across your face. 

“Go, spend time with them,” Simon whispers to you, squeezing your waist once before letting go of you.

You flash him a big smile and prance over to your siblings, grabbing their hands and yanking them from the gazebo.

“Follow me, everyone, I’ll give you a tour!” Simon hears your voice echo, faint laughter being carried by the wind.

Your heart has never felt more full.

- - - - -

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[valentiyne]

Ashton with a tattoo artist! Love interest. Maybe he goes in to get a tattoo then immediately takes interest in them, going back fo stupid reasons like touch ups, recommending anyone to get tattooed there, just being down bad in general

𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 ꕥ 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇

Ashton Irwin x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! Ashton makes a last-minute booking with coffee made just right. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1.4k Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

"Are you guys still open?"

It was a cacophony of sounds, with the buzz of the tattoo guns overlapping with the hum of conversations. The other artists' voices were raised over the noise, and the air was thick with the smell of ink and antiseptics. I could hear the sound of the machine moving, the soft thud of the needle on the skin, and the occasional gasp of surprise from a customer.

My boss, Jocelyn leaned over to me with a smile, "I'm off the clock, you're up."

I look up now, trying my hardest to not mean mug the person who ruined my chances of an early freedom tonight. He stood in the doorway, his messy brunette hair pushed back behind his ear and his hands fiddling with the sleeves of his white sweater. His hazel eyes scanned the room before they landed on mine.

"What were you looking to get done?"

"Oh!" he stutters and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. From the looks of it, it was worn down and ripped in a few places but he hands it over proudly nevertheless.

I inspected it for a while, nodding to myself, "Is it a.... dog?" I quirk an eyebrow, looking up to match his eyes. He nods, a loose strand of hair falling down perfectly on his face, "it's a greyhound, yes"

I nod my head and hand him a clipboard to sign in, inspecting the loose piece of paper once again before heading to the printer. I printed numerous sizes, unsure of how big he wanted it to be.

After all was said and done, he was sitting in my chair and I was nervous checking to make sure I had everything I needed.

Tattoo gun, ink caps, gloves, tattoo gun, ink ca-

"I like the room", He speaks up, motioning to the shelf of miscellaneous items hoarded on them.

He slips the white sweater up and over his head, bundling it in a ball next to him. I make an effort not to stare at his tattooed body, my cheeks flushing up as I keep my back turned.

Obviously I was never like this with any of my other clients, but something about him made me lose my focus. It was unprofessional and unlike me- but god is he hot.

"Thanks, this is basically my second bedroom since i'm here so much" I took a deep breath, sliding my gloves on, and turning towards him. His stencil was already prepped and on his arm, and I stepped towards him slowly.

"You're here often?" He questions, watching as I dip the needle in the ink.

I nod, stretching his skin with my free hand "Yeah, all seven days of the week, unfortunately.... It'd be a little easier if I had any coffee today"

He's silent for a while, my eyes wandering up to see him staring off at the shelves that littered the walls surrounding us.

"Any reason you chose a greyhound?" I attempt ti make conversation, suddenly embarrassed of my trinkets. Not that there was anything wrong with them, I just didn't want him judging me for my childlike interests.

I laid the needle to his skin, hearing him take a deep breath before speaking, "it's for my new album"

I nod in response, dragging the ink down as I trace the stencil. "looks like we're both artists in a sense" I tease, earning a chuckle from him.

Over the next two hours, I learned many things about the boy in my chair. His name was Ashton, he was a musician, he owned a lemon tree and he could hold his breath for a minute and a half. He apologized throughout the course of the night, telling me he wouldn't have stopped in and got a tattoo if he knew we'd be closing soon. I reassured him numerous times, telling him it genuinely wasn't a big deal. He was nice and a great person to talk to.

But after all was said and done, I wrapped his arm and after leaving a hefty tip- he was gone.

I didn't see him for two months after the fact, every time the door would jingle, I found myself snapping my head up to see if it was him

Each time it was not...

"I'm telling you, he came in here and left me a $500 tip, Joss. it was bizarre! I couldn't even find his stupid profile anywhere" I groan, smacking my head down on the desk dramatically.

She giggles at my hopelessness, her hand patting my head kindly, "Maybe he has a girlfriend?"

The door swinging open made me groan louder, lifting my head up with half-lidded eyes and a fake smile.

"Hi sorry we're closing soon, you can book an ap-"

"Closed so soon, sweetheart?" His voice rings out, a stifled laugh following after. I open my eyes quickly to see him standing there, his journal tucked under one arm and two coffees in the other.

I giggle loudly, standing from my chair and walking towards him. "Ashton! where have you been?"

He hands me the coffee, giving me a side hug before pulling his journal out from under his arm. "i'm looking to get another tattoo, and who else would I trust but my sleep deprived tattoo artist"

I try to hide the blush creeping up my face, turning around to show Joss who I've been talking about for weeks. Her mouth is hung open, eyes wide as she looks between the two of us. "That's Ashton....?" She takes a deep breath before shaking her head quickly, "Miss Y/n has been talking my ear off about you since your last visit"

I turn around quickly, shooting daggers as I give her a nice tilt of the head to get lost. She raises her hands in defeat and snatches her coat from the chair I was previously in before waving goodbye. Ashton waves back with a smile before I cover my face in embarrassment.

"Seems like i'm the talk of the town?" He teases and I grab his forearm, leading him to my studio.

He hops up on the chair, sliding off his cardigan and showing me his healed greyhound. I analyze it carefully, smiling up at him. "It looks amazing!"

"Wonder who did it?" He teases, poking my side playfully. I roll my eyes and flip through the notebook, passing by song lyrics, doodles, and other random scribbles before I pause at a drawing on the last page.

It was a scribble of me hunched over tattooing his greyhound. my tongue poked out to the side with a look of pure concentration spread across my face.

My cheeks grow red and I look up at Ash, a look of confusion and admiration painted. "Wha?"

"To be fair, I came for a touch-up on a few older pieces but... Also to ask if you'd like to come to dinner with me tonight?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, internally I was squealing like a little girl.

"I would love to."

[rottingpirate]

Can i request Ghost Soap König with a tall male reader who super sweet to everyone and he also like to bake something like pie and he always bring everyone some when he bake something?

Honey Lavender || Soap, Ghost, König x M!reader

Warnings: none just fluffy baking moments, I know nothing about baking

A/N: I got kinda confused and wrote it slightly (very) differently, hope it doesn't bother you too much 😭. I can rewrite it if you like.

Ghost

As Ghost sits at the dining table and observes your fluid motions and skill, moonlight filters into the kitchen. He wasn't really watching the cooking, to be honest. Simply put, he was watching you.

He keeps watching. When he notices that you are also gazing at him, he flushes slightly, and you give him a modest smile in return.

The smile woke him up instantly. He noticed that you were more aware of your surroundings while frosting something. A piece of cake.

"What are you doing?" The man finally asked. Suddenly, he realized how tired he sounded.

"First off, you sound like a corpse. Secondly," although you didn't put down the icing spatula, you temporarily stopped icing the cake, and turned around to face Ghost. "You can't be that ignorant. You watched me bake it for, I don't know. half an hour? Why are you still awake? It's past midnight."

He raises his hands in defense and leans slightly back in his chair.

"What, it's already past midnight? But the same could be said for you." He decides to disregard your observation that he sounds like a corpse.

You grumble and turn back to your cake and continue to frost it.

"What's the point of baking so late anyway?" He rests his arms and asks questions. Since no one is up, it must have been close to two in the morning.

You appear to stiffen up and take a moment to pause before inhaling something unintelligible.

"what?"

“Birthday.”

He would have missed your slightly audible words had he not made an effort to actually hear you.

"Birthday of who? Soap's? Gaz’s?” He has no idea and closes his eyes. He was aware that he had misplaced something.

"You are so stubborn." You speak suddenly with a strain in your voice. You turn around once more and point to the wall-mounted clock. It's past midnight, which means a new day has begun.

“Okay.” Ghost droops his head. "And?”

What did you mean by that?

You gasp, appearing surprised. Turning your back. "Today is...Your birthday is today. As a result, I was…" You continue.

"You were making me a cake?"

You give a tentative nod, your shoulders still tight.

"You know I'm not a fan of candy, right?"

With what can only be described as a death glare in your eyes, you turn to face him. After a split second, the expression is hard to read, and the glare softens.

Ghost has a sudden bad feeling. Very bad. "I didn't say I wasn't going to eat it, I love what you cook," he adds in.

"Sure did sound like you were hinting at it." The frosting on the cake is completed just in time.

You takes a knife, a fork, and a small plate out of the cabinet. “If you are going to eat it, then.” After slicing it into even pieces, you bring the cake and fork to him.

As he watches you take a seat next to him, Ghost takes the cake with barely a heartbeat of hesitation.

Then takes a bite. It suddenly seems like a whole cake vanished into thin air.

Ghost places the now empty plate in front of you. He joins his fingers with yours, gathering a sliver of courage. "I'm grateful". He mutters almost inaudibly while blushing a little. "Thank you."

Soap

"And finally, we must add three cups of powdered sugar." As he combines the icing, you say.

You are approximately thirty minutes into the cookie-making process, and so far everything appears to be going well. The cookies are currently cooking beautifully in the oven, which has a pleasant temperature.

"Okay, tell me, love, how is it?" He questions as you turn around and consider while peering into the bowl. You furrowed your brows slightly.

"Is it wrong?"

"Hmm, I think it needs just a little bit more sugar,"

Taking a pinch of the powdered sugar between your fingers and flicking the powder in his face, you say, "Like that," Bright red had now settled on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise. You exclaim with pride as you laugh.

When you start innocently rolling out more dough to be cut, you notice powder particles flying and hear air blowing behind you. When you turn around, you see Soap with a shit eating grin and a white covering his hands. "Are you itchin' for a fight, MacTavish?" you tsk.

“Perhaps. However, you Y/N were the first to act." He says it way too politely.

"Then this equates to war." You say it with a subtle grin. When you do this, you put one on your lover's face as well.

"I suppose so."

You set off with those three words. It started out as nothing more than a bowl of white powder before water was eventually added to the mix. Squeals and giggles fill the air, and at one point, a metal bowl clangs against the floor. Because of the commotion you two are causing, you know that anyone who enters the kitchen might become alarmed. However, this battle was too much fun to worry about anything else.

You coughed a little when another cloud of flour was thrown in your direction. You cough even more as you lean against the counter, causing Soap to move closer to you. He stops talking when you smear a fist full of frosting across his neck and cheek. You laugh out loud, and the look on his face was priceless.

"Oh, wow. Haha."As you make fun of him, you keep laughing.

"You know that was a dirty play."

“All's fair in love and war,” you says, pointing at him as you wipe the frosting from his lips. As you clean the tip of your thumb, you say while batting your lashes.

"Watch out for what you ask for. I've never been one to easily give in." He states as you begin to walk together in a circle, you smile at him. Waiting for the other to make the first move again as they evaluate one another.

"Well, I don't believe that I need to be careful." He has frosting all over his face because of you.

He leaps toward you without speaking, making you scream childishly. He followed closely behind, his fingers covered in frosting, as he ran around the kitchen. "I only want to give you a kiss, so why are you running?" He chuckles.

You both stop on either side after making a few more laps around the table. Trying to trick the other person into going your way, facing each other. You think you've got him with one more jerk of your neck, but he was one step ahead of you.

“Gottcha.” Before you both slip and fall to the ground, he exclaims triumphantly. Both of you laugh as you land on his chest.

"Are you alright?" In the midst of your laughter, you ask.

“Yeah.” He laughs, feeling a little sluggish from the fall.

Since he has you locked in his arms, your entire weight is on him.

"Would a truce work?" As you look down at him, you say. Your hands on either side of his face and your legs straddling his waist

“I guess” He says while smiling and kissing you softly.

König

The perfect baking night was shared with you and König. Given the short amount of time between missions and the flurry of general conversation, it was a pleasant surprise. The goal was simply to have some fun and pass the time rather than creating a grand dish.

That's when you came up with the brilliant idea to bake some cookies and give them to everyone in the base to cheer them up.

You both got to work immediately, laughing, humming, singing, and dancing to the beat of your own songs.

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The basic cookies turned into every kind of sweet treat and pastry imaginable, as the kitchen counter was watched by two sets of anxious eyes.

König chuckled, "I think we made a little too much."

You hummed back, "Guess we got a little carried away."

You eagerly reached for the first treat as you removed your oven mitt and use your forearm to remove some flour from your face. You cautiously bit into the delicate strawberry tart before your eyes widened. "Oh”

“Good?” Asked your boyfriend, removing his oven mitts and folding his apron for storage. His face lit up as you enthusiastically nodded and devoured the tart.

“Mhmm. Oh, giving away all of these would be a shame." You chuckled. König had to agree, here were a lot of treats here, but they wouldn't be nearly as good in the morning when they weren't still warm from the stove. In addition, even if you consumed a few, the amount would still be sufficient for the entire morning's consumption.

König said lightly, "It wouldn't hurt to eat a few," as he carefully removed a cookie from a tray and marveled at the way it still sparkled with melted butter. His eyes widened at the flavor as he took a bite. Buttery and almost crumbly, it had a salty-sweet flavor. It was absolutely delectable for something that was so easy to prepare.

As you two eagerly dug into nearly every tray and baking sheet there was, König replied, "It is lovely." He was amused. Although his features didn't quite reflect it, he smiled as he watched.

You eventually offered the explanation that you were simply "taste testing" them before offering to others. König gave an explanation for each new treat each time one of you picked it up.

You laughed, reminisced, and smiled as you ate, eventually bringing chairs into the room to relieve your sore legs.

[violetlypurple]

Hrothgal Glam Review

Let me preface that I wanted muscle cat mommies more than anything. My hype levels were unreal and my fantasia quick. They are Shape and love and I want to kiss their faces. But, after living the dream for a while, I have to go over my nitpicks and concerns with them. Image-heavy opinion vomit incoming.

I love pretty much everything about hrothgals in motion. All the animations are great, the emotes are fantastic, the idles are an outstanding mix of "sassy runway model" and "on a smoke break after changing your oil for you".

They look fantastic. When the glam works out.

The problems come in sleeves, and the way both their arms and anything attached to them apparently scale. They're huge. Disproportionately so. Yes, they have big arms and wide shoulders, but the sleeves are out of proportion and look, well, silly. They are shapeless and inflated by compare. In many cases it is most helpful to compare with roegadyn, given that they are bigger than hrothgals and closer in musculature.

Armour with shoulderpads especially. World of Warcraft wants their pauldrons back.

Some items are just plain broken.

The arms present a problem generally, and seem to not have been rigged properly for extended ranged of motion, sadly showcased with the /stretch emote.

Now, I'm aware that this kind of folding is just kinda what you get when a model is deformed past its limits, but I feel those limits should have been accounted for more carefully, given that these problems are not present (or are less prevalent) on other models.

My verdict is... that its not great. When it works it works, but its hard to live in as a glamour enthusiast. Hats and hair were expected shortcomings... but. The hair situation is even more dire than viera were at launch, and the hat situation vexes me. Square is fine with stuffing much longer miqo'te ears under hats, which largely stopped having ear accommodations back in Stormblood, but no such care for hrothgar? I refuse to believe a slightly different head shape presents that much of a challenge.

I am disappointed and concerned that these issues will not be fixed, or will take years to be. I have heard third hand that hrothgals were crated using the male elezen model instead of a new one, and if that is true then it shows the effort given to hrothgals was always and likely will continue to be low. I may be making glams and taking screenshots for years to come when/if fixes are made, but I'm also doing that in the now, where many of my fav glams are now clown suits and lalafell smuggling apparatus. In the end, I'm not sure I can stick with their flaws.

I know a couple people will come in here to tell me mods will fix this. Begone! I have no time for you.

[munsonsreputation]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!! I’d love to request a Taylor-inspired Steve fic for the song “Labyrinth.” I feel like it’s so Steve-post-Nancy-breakup coded it’s unreal 🧣

hi libby!!!!

i'm so sorry this request took so long, but i hope you're still able to enjoy this short little piece i wrote up!!! i personally love "labyrinth" and i think it's one of the most underrated tracks on "midnights." and you're so right! this song is totally steve coded and he would have this song on repeat while he laid on his bed and though about life!

i hope you like my spin on your request and thank you so much for your sweet comments and support 💘💘💘

Lost is how Steve Harrington felt most of the time when it came to his love life. Not that he needed a partner to feel validated or loved, but it just felt nice to have someone to be there for and to stick with him.

For a long time, he thought that person would be Nancy—and if anything it was the only person he ever thought about spending the rest of forever with, but plans seemed to change in her mind and he knew then that her heart was set on Jonathan’s but he could never be angry at her for choosing someone else.

He knew that he was lacking in a lot of areas, the ones that Nancy valued, and the ones that he himself tried to improve upon, but it was just too late. And he accepted the fact that he messed up, but it hurt like hell to see her be happy with someone who wasn’t him.

But he also knew that it only hurt that much because of how raw everything was. That with time, that hurt wouldn’t be there anymore because he would be happy that she was getting the love she deserved and he would be moved on.

Robin, being the sweet soul that she was, attempted to help him “move on” which consisted of a bunch of random double dates with Vicky’s friends whom she thought he would like and other times just random strangers she met at the mall. But despite her efforts, Steve couldn’t help but compare them to Nancy and even see her within those other girls.

Part of him despised the fact that everyone just expected him to bounce back from the breakup because he was Steve Harrington. It was never going to be easy trying to get over someone he loved, but them not loving him back.

But he was willing to try.

At this point, everything felt futile. Like he’d be spending the rest of his life trying to move on from Nancy Wheeler. So he stopped going on those stupid double dates with random girls, and instead put his time into trying to focus on himself. Picking up a new hobby to take up his time, which was reading. Visiting the local library and strolling through the endless shelves of books until he found one that interested him enough for him to check out and borrow.

“I’ve read this one before! Lots of plot twists, but you’ll love it!” You bubbled enthusiastically, scanning the book that the handsome stranger had slid towards you.

His eyes caught yours for the first time. And like a slow motion love potion, there was something igniting between the two of you and, in a snap, everything just floated away from Steve’s consciousness. For the first time in the last three months, he didn’t dare see an ounce of Nancy nor think of her when he was looking at you.

His mind echoing the thoughts, “uh oh, I’m falling in love again.”

Steve wasn’t one for believing in love at first sight, but with you something just happened. So flabbergasted, he stared at you with his mouth wide open and his eyes sparkling. It made you laugh, waving your hands in front of him to snap him out of that gaze.

The same gaze you caught him in three months later as you sat across from him in his friend’s living room playing uno.

“Harrington, snap out of it!” You scolded jokingly, snapping your fingers in front of his face where he finally closed his mouthing and blinked.

Everyone giggled, nudging each other as you stared at him amused with your brows raised.

“W-what? I’m fine…I’m good…is it my turn yet?” He stammered as you broke and joined in on the laughter, watching him awkwardly shuffled the cards in his hands to avoid the embarrassment.

The hand of cards you held in your palms flattened out against the wood grain of the coffee table as you cleared your throat and stood up. Steve eyed your stance, following you look around the room smiling at his friends that were now yours.

“No, you’re fine! It’s getting late. Do you think we should head home?”

You turned to him, asking if that was ok, solely with your eyes, and he nodded, a small smile on his face, “Steve and I are gonna head to the farmer's market in the morning so we need to rest up.”

Steve’s adorning eyes never strayed away, your body shifting around the room with comfort and ease while you embraced every single one of them with your famous warm and tight hugs. Smiles exchanged with people whom you never thought you’d gotten the opportunity to be friends with.

Such funny and amazing people.

He never thought in a million years that he’d find someone who’d get along with quite literally anyone, especially his ex-girlfriend, Nancy. If anything, you showed just as much compassion and love as you did the rest of his friends, not caring that she had history with your boyfriend. But you more so knowing and accepting that the past was past, and you weren’t going to allow yourself to become hurt over something that was over.

Instead, you enjoyed spending time with Nancy and the rest of his friends. Appreciating their company and acceptance of you now that you were in Steve’s life. A part of you constantly feeling a sense of belonging knowing that they never treated you differently and Steve could feel that.

He could feel the love, just in the way that the kids would light up when you walked into the room with an arm full of snacks for movie night, or bug him about the next time they would be able to see you.

He knew you were loved by Nancy and Robin when they would tug you up from the sofa and dance around the living room until your feet hurt and the three of you ladies ended up in a giggling mess on the carpet.

He knew you were loved by Eddie and Jonathan when they would jokingly hide your car keys so that you and Steve could stick around for a few more rounds of Uno because they loved both of your presence.

His friends loved you so much so that it terrified him because the thoughts of something bad happening between the two of you would mean that one of you would no longer be able to share these friends anymore.

Now the thoughts echoing as he knew something always was too good to be true. Like a plane dropping down just when he thought the flight was smooth, “Oh no, I’m falling in love again.”

He swallowed thickly, running his palms up and down his denim covered legs before he stood up and found his way next to you, giving a final hug to Robin as she walked you both to the front door.

She smiled at Steve, sending her own hug towards her best friend, making you smile at the scene of Steve letting out a fake exasperated sigh, like he could ever get tired of her, and eventually wrapping his arms around her back.

“You guys get home safe and let me know how the farmer’s market is. Maybe we can all go next weekend!” She bubbled happily, pulling off of Steve and turning to send you a grin.

You nodded assuringly, molding yourself to Steve’s side as he came up beside you, “I’ll call you when we get home from it and let you know then.”

“Night, guys.” Steve shouted, wrapping his other arm across your shoulders, guiding you two out door, hearing the goodbyes shouted before Robin locked up for the night.

The crickets filled the night with their chirps, a slight breeze waving across your skins as you made the short distance to his maroon car that still shone in the dark of the night, thanks to the stars and the single street light.

“Did’ya have fun tonight?” Steve asked, twisting the key into the slot of the passenger door, unlocking it for you.

You tilted your chin up at him, a doey look you gave him every single time he asked that question because the answer was always the same, “I always have fun when you and your friends are around.”

But tonight your response was different, “I had fun! Were you ok? You were staring off a lot.”

You waited for a response as you got into the car, a slight hum leaving his lips before he shut the door and jogged over to the driver’s side where he settled in.

“I just was thinking about some things.” He told you, buckling his seatbelt and starting the car.

You leaned your elbow on the center console, getting closer to him. “About what?”

“It’s nothing important.” He told you, fingertips skimming your arm as he reached for the gear stick.

But if there was one thing you learned after all this time dating Steve, it was that sometimes he liked to keep things to himself before they unfortunately boiled over. He had this way of just not wanting to say how he was feeling because he was terrified of what you would think or say, but you were doing your best to try to break down those walls because you wanted him to be as open and honest, and comfortable with you.

“Steve,” you said delicately, placing a hand on top of his to stop the action of driving off, and he looked at you with confusion on his face, as if you were just going to accept his response.

“You can tell me anything, you know…you don’t have to be scared of letting me inside your thoughts.”

He felt your thumb smoothing over his knuckles and saw the way your eyes softened just like your voice. The words slipping from you with ease because you were dead serious about wanting Steve to trust you with every ounce of his being.

It was only a second after that where you smiled, tilting your head closer to his to press your lips against his. The kind of kiss where there was no movement, just skin touching to let him know that you were right here with him. And so he couldn’t help but smile against you despite his thoughts echoing the scariest words he longed to say out loud.

But before he could even stop himself or pull away from your skin, the words came flowing out like a breeze of fresh air.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice was soft, yet you didn’t miss the shakiness in his tone, and the way his lips seemed to quiver after he had admitted his feelings.

You were the one who pulled away first, and to Steve that almost felt like a twinge of rejection, like a plane that was free falling and he could do nothing but brace for impact.

But your smile and thumbs brushing over his cheek turned that plane right around.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

And that’s when Steve Harrington knew that he was no longer lost. That even though it took so many wrong turns to get here, he was here with you and that’s all that matter. That if there was one person who wouldn’t mind getting lost in, it would be you and your mind.

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[cursed-elements-blog]

SELFSHIPTOBER DAY 3 - Blood

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"It doesn't look like you'll need stitches at least..." I mutter to Chase as I begin cleaning the wound on his head. The fur around it is soaked with crimson blood, but the wound itself has stopped bleeding after applying pressure to it with a clean gauze which now sits crumpled off to the side, soaked completely through.

It was only a few minutes ago that I heard Chase scream, followed by a loud thud. Upon rushing to the source of the noise I found Chase on the ground, unconscious, with a noticeable amount of blood oozing from his head. He woke up to me kneeling above him, panicking and in tears. He wasn't even out for a full minute before waking up, but it was the scariest moment of my life. I'm still nauseous and my heart is still pounding with fear just thinking about it. For that one minute, I thought I lost him. He now sits on a stool in the bathroom as I stand next to him, helping tend to the injury. Chase winces as I dab away at the wound, cleaning it and the fur around it with a wet clean washcloth.

"Sorry..." I again mutter, pulling back to look him in the eyes before going back in to finish up cleaning. There's a bit of silence before Chase softly speaks, "...Is it still there?" I pause briefly, processing what he said. From what Chase told me, he saw a spider - an absolutely massive one - that jumped at him. He must've passed out and hit his head during the fall... To be honest, I have no idea where the spider is now. But given how severe his arachnophobia has proven to be, it's best that he doesn't know that.

"No. I killed it." I respond as I set the washcloth aside and take out an antibiotic. Chase visibly relaxes at the news, no longer worrying about the arachnid. I begin applying a thin layer of it to the wound on my otter's head, the scent of the medicinal cream is potent, causing my nose to wrinkle a bit as it overwhelms me. I always hated that chemically scent, but it masked the metallic scent of blood, and that's what I need right now. "Are you sure you're alright Chase? That thud was...loud. You must've hit your head hard."

Chase let's out a soft "Mhm" looking up to meet my eyes with his own. A small smile stretches across his muzzle, clearly trying to reassure me. "Yeah, I'm good. Not dizzy or lightheaded or anything. It doesn't even hurt that much anymore, El." He raises his arms a bit and I feel his soft paws on my torso, a nice gesture to remind me that he's here with me. While his words are nice to hear, it doesn't little to calm my nerves. "Well...I think we should still go to the doctor or somethin', just to make sure."

Chase pauses, considering the options carefully. I know I can't kidnap him and bring him to the doctor, but I'd sure as hell try if he refused. While the wound is ultimately small, there was just...so much blood. Eventually, seemingly aware of my conviction, he nods. "Alright, uh... want to head out now?" He asks. I hold up a finger, giving him a 'one moment' motion before taking a bandage and covering the wound. I throw the old soaked gauze I used to stop the bleeding into the trash, watching the blood-soaked cotton fall alongside the other disposed objects. It still makes me feel ill, thinking about all that blood. I take a deep breath and turn back to my otter, "Okay, now we can go," I say, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Chase perks up at that, giving me one in return as he begins to stand. I hold him in an effort to stabilize him, even if he doesn't really need it. I watch him carefully, making sure he doesn't topple over again. "Come on Love, let's make sure your brain is intact." I turn, leading him out of the bathroom and to the front door, grabbing his keys on the way. "Those are-" "Yeah yeah I know, but mine is low on gas." I shrug, "and you're sure as hell not drivin'. Unless you want to get injured more than you already are." I turn to look at him, a smirk stretching across my snout. "Though I suppose you drivin' all delirious-like wouldn't too different from you drivin' normally." He scoffs in mock offense at my teasing, "I'll have you know that I haven't gotten in so much as a single accident! Spotless driving record right here!"

I just laugh softly at that, taking any moment of levity I can as the two of us step out of my dorm. It's needed after today's events.

I never did well with blood.

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[yandere-fics]

♡ Runa Gunplay ♡

(Congrats, you get an extra kinktober fic.)

Since the day you were born, you'd been obsessed with scaring people, it had been innocent enough, innocent by your standards, when you were younger, tripping people near the stairs to make them terrified of falling and dying, poisoning food people were eating secretly so they'd need to get their stomachs pumped and be worried someone secretly really wanted to kill them, shoving someones head in the sick and almost drowning them but stopping before they actually passed out just so they'd be a little bit frightened, gradually as you got older, you got worse though, and that's when you began to kill, you really just wanted to scare your lovers but they always left you, not amused by how you had made them think they were going to die, and then you really did kill them, angered by their betrayal. Now you had a new person in mind though, a small elf girl, another killer within the city, you were sure she would make exquisite sounds and faces when she was terrified of death, you needed her, soulmate or not and so you put it into motion, breaking in and taking her when you knew she would be in a deep sleep, you couldn't have her struggling and ruining your fun, you had a game you wanted to play and she wasn't allowed to ruin that.

"W-what?" You had to hold back from clapping your hands in excitement when you saw she was finally coming to, her eyes focusing directly on you immediately, filled with something you didn't recognize, that didn't really matter to you though, what you wanted to see was her terrified and you were sure you'd get to see it today if you just tried hard enough. "M-my l-love?"

"Hehe hi! I'm like your biggest fan!" That wasn't a lie, you loved how she made rich people within the city terrified, it was beautiful, her work truly was inspiring. You didn't know what she was talking about by calling you her love though. "I've kidnapped you so we can meet!"

"O-oh," Excitement filled her face, not the emotion you were hoping to see but then again you hadn't started yet so it was whatever. "M-my soulmate l-loves me, already? T-this is so g-great. O-of course you l-love me, w-we're soulmates, t-this is incredible. C-could you untie me s-so w-we can consummate o-our love right n-now?" You squealed in delight, this just made it so much easier to scare her, she'd be all cute and happy thinking you were going to make love only for you to crush her spirit, and you had just the idea for that.

"Not yet! I'm not into all that cutesy shit, I wanna have fun with you!" You walked over to your boxes, pulling out a small gun and loading in a bullet, your dear elf looking at you in confusion before horror set into her face. Guns weren't even legal in the city, even fake guns like the one you had gotten, this took a great deal of effort to get your hands on but it was worth it to see her realize the game you were about to play.

"M-my l-love, you s-shouldn't b-be playing w-with that, you c-could get hurt." Her ears lowered, clearly upset with the idea of her love getting hurt even mildly. You ignored her and stripped yourself, sitting on her lap as she started trying to wiggle her hands free to get the gun from you. "T-this isn't a f-funny j-joke."

"It's not a joke! I really wanna have some fun with you~" You cooed in her ear, your hand wrapping around her neck as the other hand spun the chamber. Truthfully the gun was a dud but she didn't need to know that, it would make a gunfire noise but never even actually shoot, you wouldn't want to lose her so soon anyways, you just wanted to see her scared, hopefully she would appreciate your game later on or you'd have to kill her like you did with your exes but you'd rather not think about that, she was different after all. You positioned the gun under her neck and fired, delighting in how she flinched, tears now streaming down her face, sweating like crazy. You rewarded your beloved elf with a firm squeeze to her neck and a kiss.

"It's o-over now, r-right?" She whimpered and you tutted at her, aiming the gun at your own head this time as her eyes widened and she started desperately trying to tip the chair, unfortunately for her it was mounted to the ground though, she wouldn't be able to even if she tried really hard. You let out a shot again, your poor elf now violently shaking beneath you, it was beautiful.

"Your turn again!" She whimpered, the first two weren't the bullet which means the odds of this being the one to take you out were only going up, she hated this game, she'd teach you a lesson about taking care of yourself when this was over and you hopefully untied her. She was now heaving as you fired the next one, it felt like she was going to throw up in fear and as you aimed the gun at your own head she finally wriggled a hand free, slapping the gun away right as your fire, the bullet grazing your ear instead. It hurt like a bitch but you were only focused on how lovely your elf looked like this, like she could just die right at that second as she eyes looked at where the bullet hit the wall. "Huh, I guess it wasn't a fake gun after all."

[shizuokadivision]

It was a lot of work getting his giant crate of a gift and himself into Shizuoka, much less into the Kito family's manor. Yet here he was, standing alone in the spacious tatami room. Yano felt just an ounce of stress lifted from his shoulders now that he had accomplished the first step to his plans. Only an ounce, seeing that he knew this birthday surprise could easily be a big mistake on his part. Putting aside the fact that he was in some strange, unspecified relationship with a yakuza boss, he was growing more worried that the pounding in his chest was not fear, but something much, much worse.

“This is just courtesy. The Shizuoka team always spoils me f-for some reason… I gotta return the favor. Yeah, that's all. Nothing else. Just hand over the present and do my thing-”

“Hey there, Yano.”

The poor man froze in his spot at the utterance of his name. As Yano turned to face the voice, he couldn't help but shrink into himself once he saw the Kito-gumi boss watching him from the door.

“H-Hey Sakura…”

He stood silently, taking in her appearance. But before any of his mixed thoughts could form Yano began to panic as Sakura slowly approached him. Stopping her from doing or saying anything, the artist grabs her arms to keep her at a distance.

“W-Wait! Don't you want to see my present?” Motioning his head to the large wooden crate, he nervously rambled. “I wanted to get it out of the box before you got here but I guess your men were faster… It's nothing bad! Just needed to be packed well so it wouldn't break…”

With some effort and a lot of complaining that he could get it out for her, Yano revealed a new piece he had crafted: A large decorative mirror with a glass frame. Most strikingly, a large blue dragon sparkled along the left side of the amber frame, its mouth open in a silent cry.

Standing off to the side, Yano let her stare at his work. At that moment he used her distraction to his advantage to bumble around with the last part of the gift… Technically, it was just him, but he was putting in the extra effort of offering himself up with a collar and leash set that quickly fastened around his neck. Clearing his throat, he nervously stepped forward with the chain in hand.

“A-And of course… Knowing you don't really care about that stuff, you can have me… Whatever you want. Just for tonight! I-I can't stay here too long, since I have to be at an auction t-tomorrow. I'm doing this stuff since it's convenient you know? Seeing I am in the city for a few days-”

In an instant the end of the leash was snatched up by Sakura, yanking Yano close in a strangled yelp. Staring up at her, he felt the start of fresh tears collect in the corners of his eyes as all he could gasp under her intense gaze was a bewildered, pathetic, “H…H-Happy birthday?”

“Reika you bitch. You fucking knew didn't you?” Sakura thought as she stared down at Yano. She gave the chain another harsh tug as Sakura imagined the smug look on Reika’s face when she learned she was correct. Still, she wasn’t going to waste the gift Yano was offering to her, and well as much as she hated to admit Reika’s gift was going to be very useful at the moment. 

“I hope you know offering yourself to me like this was dangerous Yano but don't worry I’ll be gentle well at least in the beginning.” Sakura purred. Forcing Yano onto his feet Sakura walked out of the room dragging Yano using the chain collar like he was some sort of dog behind her to her personal quarters not at all caring that quite a few of her men were staring at the scene in front of them. 

“Should we…should we worry for Ietsuna?” Lucille questioned somewhat bewildered at the sight in front of her. 

“Lucy I love you dear but the Boss has been needing something like this for a while now.” Hikaru grinned glad that Sakura was going to get some tonight. 

“Agree but come on not even a little bit of sympathy for the man?” 

“I’m only questioning the Boss’ taste in men.” 

“Fengzhui rude.”

“You can't say you aren't thinking the same thing.” 

“Sensitive crybabies Nurarihyon supposes the Boss could do worse.” 

“Don’t ruin this for her you 5.” Shinji scolded from behind them causing all to slightly jump. “She’s trying her best here even if not what most people expect.”

“Do you have an opinion of this Shinji-san?” Irina questioned.

“My opinion of this is that I would like to get grandchildren.”

“SHINJI-SAN??!!”

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-10-09

Somehow bionicle is in this one

Listening: I looked at the date on my oven yesterday and it was 08-10 and I was like hey isn't that Bionicle Day. The answer is no, because it's Americans and Bionicle Day was the tenth of August. Anyway turns out that this year some fans got the original voice of Vakama to do a tribute video? And also Cryoshell dropped a new song.

Cryoshell is one of the funniest bands I know. They had little success until they got contracted in by an ad agency to do music for Bionicle, they did Creeping in My Soul for the Voya Nui arc in 2007 and ended up getting contracted in basically every year after that to whip up some music for Bionicle. They remain to this day extremely closely associated with the Bionicle fandom, like, you know, releasing their latest track on Bionicle day.

They are, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, and with all the love in my heart, the Evanescence we have at home. Bionicle had just saved Lego less than a decade earlier and the media effort around Bionicle was very well designed, which included making the perfect AMV soundtrack for 13 year olds to set their stop motion Bionicle fight scenes to. Of course I don't know anything about using a webcam and extremely dubious stop motion software to produce extensive Bionicle fanvideos. What are you talking about.

I am going to leave it here but there is so much to say about Cryoshell. Seriously just go look it up. Their music is actually very good if you like that particular symphonic metal alt rock style that was so emblematic of the 2000's.

Reading: Ended up on a research dive about small towns, because I now live in a country with a lot of small towns. Attempting to do and find a comparative anatomy of how small towns are administered around the world and what drives their success or failure. There is a lot of stuff from the Trump years when he apparently made some gestures towards the idea that people should just move out of doomed towns.

As always in the USA, housing affects everything, both in that homeownership ties people to their towns and that moving to a new city requires paying often prohibitively expensive rents. There are a lot of conservative blogs taking on this question and doing some dubious interpretations of mostly good data.

I am teasing at the thread of "limits of local government in small towns" which seems to be leading somewhere but it's still not well supported. There's a lot of factors.

Watching: the Loading Ready Run 20th Anniversary Subathon is on until this Friday. Since I was mostly watching during American night I caught primarily their watchalong of old videos, which is cute but not exactly that novel. I do like LRR.

Making: More 3D printing, trying to get the hang of modelling off a photo to make a nozzle adapter for my vacuum cleaner. Also made a little stand for my temperature and humidity sensor so I can see it when I'm sitting down or standing up more easily.

Playing: Beat Breath of the Wild finally. It was so long.

The final fight was kind of anticlimactic, between the assists you get from the divine beasts and all your power-ups I feel like I didn't have to puzzle it out as much as I did for some of the blight Ganon fights. I have kind of accepted that I just don't like the endings of most video games.

I did first go around and do the Champions' Ballad DLC quest because I stumbled into it, it's a nice set of little challenges plus some vignettes of the champions to help characterize them some more. I kind of wish you could walk around the world post-endgame and like, talk to some of the people you've met and see what they have to say. Eh.

Tools and Equipment: I have been storing my butter at room temperature the past few weeks, because it makes it much easier to spread. Modern butter is both very high fat and pasteurized so it won't go off for well over a week even if you just left it out, but the main concern is rancidity, which can happen quite quickly.

My Pro Tip is that you don't have to store the whole damn block. Euro butter is 250g blocks and I cut that into four ~60g cubes that I keep in a sealed plastic container in the cupboard one at a time. Just top it up as you go. I think American sticks are like 100g so you could cut it in half. South African butter usually comes in 500g so you'd have to cut that in like eighths.

[bl-inkstone]

a short blurb about meitham inspired by @zhongrin's ebg + afterparty events! this isn't super long or detailed or anything since it's already been a few days since the idea first came to me, but i hope you enjoy it anyway <3

"haitham, do you think other worlds exist?"

alhaitham blinks once, twice, before lifting his eyes from the book he had been reading to look at you. you're a dream lying on his chaise, with your hair loose and freshly washed, slowly drying in the evening light. he notes the subtle droop in your eyes and the heavy tilt of your head, the way you seem to melt into the scrolled arm of the sofa. you're tired, but it's barely a quarter past seven. neither of you have even eaten yet. did you overwork yourself again?

"well," he begins with a card of his fingers through your hair, gently detangling the strands as he works to gather his thoughts. "given the nature of the world we live in, ignoring the possibility of such an existence would be foolish. i'm hard pressed to say yes to something i haven't seen with my own eyes, but the idea isn't something i'd completely disregard. does that answer your question, mei?"

in lieu of a coherent response, you give him an affirmative hum and close your eyes to the soothing motions of his fingers running through your hair. unease settles in alhaitham's gut the longer the silence between you, something normally so comforting, goes on and he feels compelled to continue the conversation. as loathe as he is to disturb your rest, something in the back of his mind urges him to keep you talking, to keep you awake.

"love," he calls right as he stops playing with your hair. he sits up properly and plants both feet on the ground to pull you up from your rest on the chaise's arm, settling you into an upright position at his side. his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer to him, like a subconscious effort at seeking comfort at the uncomfortable feelings rising from the base of his spine, and he leans down to nudge you awake. when your eyes flutter open and you grumble in soft protest, the muted worry subsides just a little.

"mei, it's too early for you to sleep. our dinner hasn't even finished cooking yet. it's not good to rest on an empty stomach," he explains with some force behind his voice in an effort to keep you awake. he considers pinching you a little before completely ignoring the idea in favor of something else. "do you want some coffee? maintaining a healthy work-life balance is essential to a comfortable life, love. if your work is proving to be too much, i am more than willing to—"

"i think... i think i want to travel. to those other worlds, i mean. i think it will be fun."

alhaitham's jaw snaps shut.

once again, that damned silence returns and he finds himself at war with worry and fear. why are you talking like this? what do you mean you want to travel to another world? is this one not enough? is he not enough? wasn't your question just a hypothetical, just one of the many you like to throw his way?

where is this all coming from, and why does he feel so cold?

"mei," and it's all he can say, all he can do, to hold you and beg in a way that's not begging. "mei, my love, i don't... i don't mind if you want to travel."

the words taste like poison in his mouth, thick and bitter and so so unpleasant that he can't help the displeased twitch of his lips once he grinds the last syllable out.

"i'd never cage or chain you down," he soothes when your brows furrow at his words, "if you wish to see new sights and learn new things, then by all means, go ahead. i'll arrange for any preparations you need, and you know my mora is yours to use. all i ask is that you take me with you."

don't go where i cannot follow, alhaitham pleads with words unsaid, orange-teal eyes blurring at the edges with strange black lines. don't leave me without your warmth.

you don't reply, and a numbing cold trickles down the acting grand sage's spine when he realizes that you've fallen asleep. he feels the beginnings of a headache coming on, quiet whispers and flashes of colors he can't decipher slowly growing in volume past the deafening beat of his heart. he's only ever felt this a handful of times before in his life, but never to this degree.

you're sleeping. just sleeping, as you do every night in the comfort of his arms.

so why does he feel like his heart has turned to sand slipping through your loose fingers?

[auspicious-voice]

A Post about the Future of AUSPICIOUS VOICE

Hi, I thought of making this post as I've been going to making changes to what I'd like to do with this project in the future.

If you're interested, read more under the cut. Nothing too bad and all, I promise. It'll be split into sections, and this might be the last time I'll address this for now.

Change in Vocalsynth-related Activities

As I've had a more sporadic schedule with uploading UTAU media, I've been developing more non-vsynth related interests that I find to be more enjoyable than just using plain old UTAU. It's been helping me branch out of UTAU quite a bit, really.

Covers

I've already stated in a previous post that I wouldn't be uploading covers every week and that I would upload whenever I can (on a sporadic basis), but now I've decided that starting next year (2024), I would like to make the effort to upload something once in a while - if I have the energy for it. At best I could be uploading something once a month, but I don't know. Making covers takes a lot of energy out of me nowadays and it is isn't really fun just working on them non-stop. The me from 5 years ago would've had more time and energy to pump out more covers, but I just can't really afford having that taking up so much of my time now.

Much like my recent uploads, if I were to upload a new cover next year, it will most likely be complete with art and a PV to go along with it. I've been practicing simple mograph using Alight Motion and After Effects in my free time, so maybe that'll be an advantage :)

Anniversary Uploads

The tradition of making video uploads celebrating my UTAUs' anniversaries will still be up and about, and I have plans for Maria and Mario's 9th and 10th anniversaries, especially the latter. The only anniversary I missed was in 2018, when it was 3 years since Maria and Mario were released to the public.

They might just be simple PVs at this point, but what I'd like to do is try to update Maria and Mario's fullbody artwork for their 9th anniversary, and maybe special designs for anniversary purposes. I've been meaning to make a retrospective post, but that'll come before their 10th anniversary.

And after their 10th anniversary, I will still upload anniversary covers because at that point that might the only UTAU-related thing I'll ever upload LOL.

Community Activity

When I was really active in the UTAU community, much of my community interaction was through Twitter. I don't use Twitter anymore for the sake of my wellbeing, and with that my interactions with the community significantly decreased over time. I only talk to a select number of people in the community at this point, mostly on Discord. Any inquiries about this project are to be sent to my e-mail, preferably over DMs.

Of course when it comes to YouTube and BiliBili uploads, I try to heart and reply to peoples' comments - while I am not able to reply to all comments, I appreciate them nonetheless. So my community activity is pretty much minimal at this point, and you'll probably just catch me working on animatics, OC projects, and other kinds of things that I enjoy doing apart from UTAU - if you're into that kind of thing that is.

UTAU as a Hobby

This one's a doozy, I guess.

Truth be told, I'm falling out of UTAU for the past couple of months. It's not that I find it boring - from making voicebanks to covers - it's just that I don't have the time and energy to use it anymore. In fact, it's more like a waste of my time when I could be working on other passion projects. When I first started out in 2014, I couldn't imagine myself falling out of the hobby anytime soon, but that's becoming even more of a reality.

Well, UTAU will end up being a smaller hobby of mine because my love for vocalsynths still goes strong - in terms of songs that is. I find myself finding new producers whose works I actually enjoy listening to instead of just hopping on cover and voicebank usage bandwagons because that's the Hot New Thing going around. I'll probably be that one person who just compiles a playlist of vocalsynth songs I like and then listen to them like there's no tomorrow. Maybe some cover inspiration will come out of that, or something.

As for new hobbies and interests that I've picked up... Keyboards is one small hobby that I'm interested in! I have my own custom keyboard that I modded but I'll have to lube the switches in the future. And new interests are mostly mecha/robot related, but to be fair the first media I ever consumed had to do SOMETHING with mecha, so it did...come full circle.

So with that being said, with old hobbies of mine becoming either irrelevant or something I'd like to indulge in (but not as much), the new interests and hobbies that I've picked up are something I'm more invested in. 2023 has been a pretty weird year in a good way, I guess.

Project Plans

No, I won't be shelving this project next year. It will still be alive and well, it's just that the activity on this project will be smaller than ever.

Voicebank Development and Status

I won't be quitting voicebank development just yet; Maria and Mario's DiffSinger voicebanks are currently in development for God knows how long, but I've been working on them at my own pace and my free time. I think it is safe to say that once I release these voicebanks, I'll be done with voicebank development once and for all, only working on small maintenance updates if I have to. Much like making covers, making voicebanks takes a lot of time and energy to devote to.

I want to make Maria and Mario's DiffSinger voicebanks sound good, and so far I'm about halfway done with recording Mario's dataset as of writing this post. Maria's dataset progress will start next year, hopefully. I'll try and figure out the whole multispeaker schtick but GOD Colab does hate me.

Maria and Mario will still be available for download, and I don't think I will discontinue them anytime soon. I would love to see them being used in all sorts of audiovisual work even when I'm not actively working on this project.

New Voicebanks...?

As Maria and Mario are the only UTAUs associated with this project, I don't have any plans adding new UTAUs. When I first started this project in 2014, it was all about Maria and Mario and how much I wanted to make lots of song covers with them - mostly the songs that I loved.

I did have plans for adding in new UTAUs for this project, but that won't be the case anymore. Devoting my time and energy to two UTAUs is already enough.

Site Updates

I won't be updating this site as much from this point, simple as that. I'm satisfied with the way this site looks, so no needless site revamping!!

The only times I will post here are when I upload a new cover, so no fan content promos and all, unfortunately.

Signing Off

So this will be my last post about the future of AUSPICIOUS VOICE. It'll be a smaller project compared to my other ones, and once I'm finished with Maria and Mario's DiffSinger voicebanks, they'll be the last voicebanks I'll ever release for them. Cover uploads will come by once in a while (or once a month if I feel like it), and this site will see very few updates. Also anniversary uploads are still a thing, and my interactions with the community are still at a minimum. And Maria and Mario are still available for download. :)

With that being said, UTAU's one hell of a ride, but I'm at that point where I'm devoting my time towards other things that are worth my time and energy. Out with UTAU (for like the most part), and in with OCs, animatics, and other bits of media I like doing best!

See you later,

- HIRA