#if there is another event like this and i can’t draw for it maybe i��ll post some of my fanfic instead lol

[dynananarmy]

REPUTATION|| Min Yoongi

Summary:

You were in the top. There was no person in the world who didn't know your name, either for your success or your reputation, believing that the only thing you should do is smile, be a good girl, don't force your opinions on people, and NOT for any reason deny the dating rumors. But then a gummy smile and a sweet accent came to change all your believe system, from a friends with benefits to falling in love, you encounter a new fear: would he love you despite your reputation

Pairings: Idol!Min Yoongi(SUGA) x singer!reader   

Warnings: distorted body image and unwarranted fear of gaining weight. Unhealthy habits like starvation, underage alcohol consuption. Mild smut and age gap (Yoongi is 25 and reader is 20) but everything is consensual). If i miss something please let me know.

Gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh

Anxiety was a familiar feeling, a daily occurrence even before you knew how to call it. The constant fear of making the wrong move, not filling everybody's expectations. But it never gets easier, walking a red carpet was nerve wracking at 20 like it was when you were 13, but expectations were higher, every single album need it to be different, different  sound, different style, you need it to be more mature but not to sexy because then you were to provocative for kids who follow you, but not to demure because then you are a prim. And then, you were too fat, and then too skinny, or you would have the nice flat stomach that people expect but you didn't have the hourglass figure. So everything you stand in an outfit risky enough for you, you would shake like a leaf, praying that the apple and the water that you had eaten would not somehow make you look bloated. That you contour was blended, that the powder under your eyes would not flash in camera. 

You were about to promote your second single of your album, a song who was for a ex manager and ended up seeing as a call out for war for a singer whom you were friends but ended up splitting ways when she started dating an ex boyfriend, an ex boyfriend that you don't actually love but it was still awkward going out with the new girlfriend of your ex. Your team takes it as publicity, even if there was not an actual feud, good or bad, publicity is publicity, and so the music video only seems to spark even more fire. Still you invited all of your friends, friends that you met through other friends, in fashion shows or while performing in lingerie runways, the kind of friends that you partied with in your mansion in Coney Island or the one in Malibu. But that only sends a spark of worry, appearing in a music video with models with perfect bodies only makes you even more insecure about your own, and you were scared about what people would think about it.

A tug in your arm pulled you out of the dazed of the camera's flash and your thoughts, Calum King was a producer, a handsome embodiment of masculinity, a strong build body, a short beard, barely there but enough to let you know that he was a man. He was older than you by a lot, not enough to be scandalous but enough to raise a few eyebrows.

 He smile and you copied and hold his arm to the cameras, the lady assisting the red carpet gesture you to move and once you were out of the sight of the camera you let a shaky breath a pound in the head and the emptiness of your stomach make you feel dizzy and your publicist move quickly, holding a hard candy to you.

“Are you okay?” Calum asks, still holding you, you nod immediately and put the candy in your mouth.

“I´m good, the lights make me feel light headed but nothing that a little bit of sugar does´n fix” you say tasting the candy, feeling a little bit less tired, he nods but his sight was already far away from you. 

“Baby, i´m going to say hello to a few friends, I¨ll see you in our seats, okay?” He doesn't wait for an answer, his manager following behind, you let a sigh of relief, relieved that you don't have to keep pretending anymore, Calum and you met a few months ago while visiting a friend of your to the studio, a paparazzi saw you having coffee and after that you kept seeing each other, he would be your date in events and to the world, you were official, but you didn't even be intimate,barely hold hands while walking in the streets, or kiss each other more than a few pecks when winning a prize, but even that, it felt forced. Your publicist looks away from her phone to look at you and gives you an indifferent look.

“A new korean band is in here, apparently they are very famous and are contending against you for one of the awards, maybe you should go and see them so people see that you support new talents”

Curiosity sparks within you  “Korean band, is it BTS?” you asked, sipping your water you publicist arch an eyebrow

“Yes, did you know them?” she looks rarely interested, you nod reminiscing how  a few weeks ago you had stumbled on a fan edit of you and one of the members titled “1997 golden babies” seeing the dark haired boy dancing and performing with that much passion caught your attention, looking at his name and thus his group, fascinated enough that you had expend a few hour looking at the music videos and some of their performances, a bubble of excitement grew in your stomach making you feel energized again and you started to walk knowing your publicist was going to take you to them, skipping to some people you got to the corner where a group of at least 10 men stand, you immediately felt short and tiny and intimidated but you put your confident face and wait for your publicist to talk with one of the men, who yo assume was their manager, he look surprised and his gazed fall to you where you standing sandwiched between your bodyguards, he nod and went to say something to the remaining men 7 of them wipe their heads instantly to you and you smile, you make the remaining and they scatter in formation, pushing the taller men in front, he gives you a smile and flashed with a set of dimples.

“Hii, is so nice to meet you guys” You break the ice, you scanned every single one of them, from the tall broad shoulder one to Jungkook, the one of the edit and then your eyes fall to one of them, instantly draw for the way he looks at you, like he knew something your eyes goes back to the taller guy as he start to talk.

“It's so incredible to meet, we are big fans of your music” he says, you had heard that a lot but he sound genuine and the rest of the boy nodded, your eyes went back to the guy with the feline eyes and you see something that you had seen before but rarely from another artist, admiration, but also understanding, like he understanded something and he was fascinated by it. 

“Are you performing tonight?” you asked trying to shake the feeling that he was reading you like a book he understands the language. 

“Ummm, no, not tonight, hopefully someday”  he looked a little ashamed but that only made you feel more admiration for them, they are escalating little by little.

“Id watched some of your performance” a chorus of ¨whoas¨ breaks their silence and you smile wider “You would have made us look like kids beside you, you are truly amazing” you compliment, the words flooding with ease, all of them let a ¨thank you¨ and when you meet eyes with the feline eyed boy he gives you the most beautiful and shy gummy smile, something inside you felt warm and fuzzy and you enjoy it so much that you wish it never went away. Your publicist asked for a picture and you stand with them.

The flash was quick, you changed the pose and at the same time you felt a delicate brush of fingers in your back. Tingles run down your spine and your hair stands, how was it possible that a man could make you feel that way without talking, without knowing him? You didn't even know his name, or how he was, he could be an asshole. 

The camera stop flashing and the warm fingers leave your trembling body (you didn't know if it was of starvation or the adrenaline running through your veins) You look at him, the man with the gummy smile, cat-like eyes and the rose petal lips, he bow and you did the same as a reflex, that make him smile fully and the giddy, warm feeling bubble in your stomach all the way up your chest. You broke eye contact and with warm cheeks you went to hug the taller guy hugging all of them (not without almost melting in gummy smile boy, and breathing deeply his mainly citrus smell).

Your entrance was cut out by your manager, who led you backstage and you hope you bump into them, to talk to him, to hear him and let his fingers pay with your skin, but you were immediately trap in the changing room pulling other set of clothes and when you get out your publicist was waiting with a mint and a glass of ice you chew while letting the makeup artist  retouch your makeup.

You had already stood up 5 times to receive an award and Top Social Artist was the last nomination before going to change for your performance. Sitting on the front row with Calum on your side being the perfect supporting boyfriend and with Zendaya on the other side beside her a bunch of other models friends, big names in the industry who appeared in the music video that had already premiered a few awards ago. And although you should've be worried if you would win the category you were already seeing black spots, nausea and heavy eyelids accompanying, and sitting beside with the most beautiful, tallest, slimmest, women of the moment didn't make you feel better, you could barely hear anything but the sound of blood pumping through your ears but after hearing your name and the loud cheers of your fans a smile appear in your clammy face, you wonder if you could even stand to get  the award if you win, a louder cheer broke in the arena and looking to the screen you saw the south korean band announced and when it disappears it took a few seconds for the screams to stop, the announcers opened the envelope, two seconds of silence in the speakers and then...“BTS!” You jump clapping finding strength out of nowhere and with a smile you saw the band walk in front of your eyes with wide eyes, open mouth and smiles, a single hand sticking out for you and knowing who it was you brush his hand with yours. 

Then you turn back and with a bodyguard in front and another in your heels, you walk into the main stage of the arena. 

Everything was blurry, you followed the guard into the hallway and crouched to get in the elevator, holding the mic and letting your head go over the choreography. And when the voice in your in ear says “one”you feel the lift move and stand.You felt like you were going to faint, but still make your moves as smooth as possibly, it felt like forever but when you give the final move and look at the camera you give the most convincing smile ever. Wait for the count to end and the light to ade out to let your body fall to the ground. But the light did not fade, and the camera was still on you. 

The host appeared to your side to announce that your music had already broken a record and that you had won another 2 awards. You accept the award and let the host hug you and unintentionally your body stumbles, your eyes give a turn and feel almost lost conscious.“It's okay” you said to the man and pulled out with a smile, looking to the worried crowd,”It's okay” you repeat in the mic ” I very excited, to be here and to win this awards, thank you to everybody that make this possible, my fans, my family, my team, everybody that listen my music and the art i make, thank you so much, i love you” You said, making well rehearsed words leave your mouth, you leave following the lady with the awards, numb. 

The act seemed innocent and so quickly and random that nobody should have noted, but it set something, pieces clicking in place, for you felt illicit, scandalous, it ignited something that you have never let your body cave in, lust. A sin so impure that only thinking about it makes you flustered, but it only took a couple of glances, some brushes of skin and a hug for you to continue the seduction game he started. And you wanted him to win, to ditch all the circus and let him take you to the hotel, seeing him all in black contrasting with his soft creamy skin, a fallen angel.  

Wanting to feel something, did you deserve the awards? Your music had moved so much from your original goal that  you barely felt it was good. So you didn't feel proud, and you did not feel happy, or sad, or angry. You felt hungry, and tired.

 How dare he be so cool? With the glinting earrings and the necklaces and the deep voice and side smile, a dream, you never thought he was just your type. Was it possible for you to have him? A quick internet research let you know his name, his position on the group and his age, he was a little over five years older than you, younger than your “exes” but so much different, he felt real, a real man, but at the same time he was surreal, to perfect,  to gorgeous. And you wanted to know all about him.

You sit alone in the buffet of your hotel, with other people who also went to the awards, munching on a chicken salad with some delicious sauce and bread sticks and a glass of orange juice. Your orange juice, of course, was spiked with alcohol by your manager, a way to make you last giggly and awake for the rest of the night. Feeling already full with your second plate and with already a certain amount of alcohol in your system, you felt better, enough to keep looking at the table in front of you. Where 7 boy sit holding a camera laughing at one of them knocking the glass with the camera gummy smile boy who had, just like you, been looking at you smile with you and you hold the big stack of tissues at him, he walk to you and brushing fingers he take it from your hands “thanks” he said with a deep voice, one that you had already heard in his music videos but never compared to the real thing.

It took you 30 minutes to shower, dry your hair, put light makeup and a flowy black dress, that fall above your knees, do a quick google research of what to expect at losing your virginity and chugging the mini bottle of wine of your mini fridge, cleaning all of the clothes on the bed and quickly fix it. And when you thought that he wouldn't come a knock was heard. You look for the last time in the mirror and open the door.

 And he was there, his hair now completely straight  and soft looking and his face was bare, no necklace and simple cotton shirt and black cargo pants. Like he couldn't be more gorgeous.  Oh wait, he could, looking at you with the damn smile. “Hi” you said, already losing the game “Hi”, deep voice and cute accent, you can't help but giggle, boozing  alcohol in your veins.

“Please, please come in” You open the door all the way “ I´m y/n, by the way” you said and he looks at you, “I know, I´m Yoongi” he says laughing “I know” you respondHe lifted an eyebrow “you do?” he said with a smug smile, “of course i know, i'm not that  dump to hook up with a guy i don't even know the name of” you widen your eyes and blame the alcohol by your blunt remark, but feel relieved when he laughs. He let you lead the way to the living room and when he sits on the couch he notices the object on the coffee table, an unopened copy of BTS 'latest album you had.

They said goodbye and you broke contact, gulping the last of your orange juice and immediately got replaced, you looked back at your manager and publicist, talking to their manager, using the translator that look flustered, and you knew why, after yourself had talked with your manager about your request, voice confident but cheeks flushed, your manager didn't even had to approach BTS manager before he was already on his way, at that you felt a weird feeling, a territorial frown in your eyes, but you couldn't blame him. Every celebrity you have met has done this.  A simple deal, a way for celebrities to keep their affairs as private and publicly clean, both sides agreed to keep it quiet and not slip ups. When they finally look at you, turn again to him, his manager walking to him, and slipping a black plastic card. A key to the room to one of the suites. Your suite.

“I thought you could signed for me” you explained with a shy tone “I found it on the airport bookstore and since i kinda collect music album i thought it was a nice addition” 

He grabbed it “can i open it?”  he said with the cute accent, you nod excited and he carefully start to unwrap you sit by his side to get a better look, when he finished it, he looks at you

 “it has a photocard” he explains and you giggle again at the way he pronounce the last word, feeling the warm feeling in your stomach and he send your favorite smile at you.He opens the book and stop at the page with the card stuck to it “It's random so is a surprise, go, turn it around” he gesture to the book, you grab it and turn it around,

 “Oww” you let out a disappointed sound when you look at the man that clearly wasn't your Min Yoongi, he laughs and you pout “what can i do if i want one of you?” you ask with a distressed look. He dares to look flustered and he reach to his neck and the his hair, you wanted yours in its place, you licked your lips and look at lis face, “You could buy lots of album until mine come out” hmmm

“That's a good idea” his stare became intense and his eyes darken, his tongue brushed his bottom lip and someone must move forward because your lips replaced his tongue was now kissing his lips. 

Your fingers grab his shirt while his palms was cupping your cheeks, thumb brushing against it, the darkest desires in your mind, the need to be touch to be taken care of,taking his hand in yours you put it on your thigh, where your dress had lift and he complied to your silent request, pushing the fabric up and caressing your skin, but not where you need it him.

 You lean in the couch bringing him with you, but he pull from the kiss, leaving you gasping, “are you sure?” he ask, with his soft, dark eyes, lips swollen and flushed cheeks, you nod, but he shakes his head “are you sure?” he repeats, you think for a second looking at your giddy, boozy brain, “yes, i'm sure” you said with the most confident voice you could muster, he kiss you again and then its your turn to pull away from the kiss ”wait, wait, i,  i haven't, i never have i ever before, i mean, i never had done this before” you confess and he looks at you still panting, he nods, and ask again “are you sure?” and you are.

He didn't let you lay in the couch.

He let you run your fingers through his torso and take his shirt off.

You let him pull down the strips of your dress.

He let you know how much he desires you.

You let him touch for the first time against the wall, making you see stars and blow away in a climax.

He takes to the bed, carrying like you were a leaf.

You let him stole sweet moans out of your mouth

He takes it slowly, touching skin like you were fine china.

You feel like a confident woman when you whisper “you are so gorgeous, I can say anything to your face.”

He lets a deep chuckle and gives a deep thrust making you scream of pleasure.

A mix of sloppy kisses, discreet love bites, nails against skin and pasional hip thrust between the sheets you let yourself think for a second that is not a one time thing, that euphoric feeling you were experimenting and that it was the most happy you had been in years was going to finish the moment he finish panting against your neck.

You tried to not look disappointed when he stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing your eyes, letting yourself feel the remnants of your climax.

He came back a few minutes later, cleaning between your legs and leaving a soft kiss in your thigh before slipping your underwear in its place, holding you in his arms.

You cried for the first time in front of a person. 

He tells you that he knew you were hungry, he had felt it before. Not by his own choice.

You tell him about the empty feeling in your stage while on stage.

He kisses your face while rubbing circles in your back.

  When the morning sun came up you watched his sleeping figure, his back up and belly down, face facing you and his arm around you.

You mindlessly start writing invisible letters, your name. Wishing he could be more than a stranger.

He lets you a note. His number. Breakfast. And a single pink flower and a book from the souvenir store “ The meaning of flowers”

Azalea

 The azalea is the flower that ushers in springtime in the southern United States. That’s one reason it’s so closely associated with beauty and rebirth. 

These blooms are often given as a symbolic message to, “Take care of yourself,” which is an important sentiment to extend to the bereaved.

Little-Known fact:

 Azaleas are celebrated in festivals throughout the world, especially the U.S. and Asia. In Chinese culture, the azalea is known as the “thinking of home bush” and was immortalized in the poetry of a famous poet during the Tang dynasty.

HIIIIIIIIII

SO 

I FINISH THIS CHAPTER

It took years, but my mental health has been bad lately and also was hard to write the first meeting, if it look to rushed, dont worry its kinda the point, they are not in love but definetly know that they felt something. But they dont know each other,  i like to think of them as soulmates. 

We see how she was physically and mentaly hitting rock bottom and her team is not as innocent as it look.

If i was vague about everything, when the managers were talking, they were basically negociating the one night stand, that way the public wouldnt found out. A normal ocurrence in this AU.

Everything you feel courius about, please let me know.

Thank you so much for reading, i love you

[drcaligostoloboto]

Hi guys! In this post, I will tell you why I find the relationship between Dr. Loboto and Coach Oldeander very interesting. And no, it's not just because they worked together in the first game that I find it interesting. I have many other reasons that I will mention. This analysis will also have spoilers related to Psychonauts 2 so don't read if you don't want to be spoiled... Let's go!

First I'm going to talk about the similarities between them two:

• They have the same voice actor who is none other than Nick Jameson. This one also makes the voice of Mr. Pokeylope in the first game and the Psychonauts Operator in Rhombus of Ruin. And I find it just great. Their voices are so different. Loboto's voice is high, while Oleander's is low. Nick Jameson is really talented and I think it's great.

• Loboto is blue and Oleander is orange. And we all know that blue and orange are complementary colors.

• Loboto is tall and Oleander is small. This honestly goes well together in terms of "partner in crime".

• They both have a scar on their face.

• Loboto lost his right arm and Oleander lost sight of his right eye.

• They both wanted to be a sailor. In Rhombus of Ruin, we can see that Loboto clearly wanted to be one. Part of his mind is a giant bathtub with a boat and in this boat there is First Mate Loboto who is none other than a sailor. When he was a child, he literally wore a sailor outfit. And he did a lot of experiments on fish. Linda in the first game and all the fish guards in the midquel game. All this is related to the marine world. And his skin is just blue as the sea. Just saying.

Oleander talks about the Navy a lot. So much so that in Rhombus of Ruin, he is very happy when he has a mermaid tail and says he would like the Navy to see him now. Being a sailor would certainly have been his dream job but alas, he was too short. And he also can’t swim because of his stumpy legs. 

•  They both have a problem with their parents. (But who doesn’t in the Psychonauts world, honestly?) Loboto's parents outright lobotomized their son just because he was psychic and Oleander's father slaughtered his precious little bunny right in from of him. These events are truly tragic.

• The Whispering Rock Pamphlet. Oleander wrote this pamphlet. And this pamphlet says "You were born with a special gift. But the people around you treat it like a curse. Your mother is afraid of you, and your father looks at you with shame in his eyes." And it makes me think so much of Loboto. Because that's what happened to him. His mother was afraid of him and his father most certainly looked at him with shame in his eyes. And Oleander wrote that. And in my opinion, it seems very personal. Oleander's family surely saw him too this way. And so it's a big point in common between Loboto and him.

• They are both at least into men. Let me explain.

In Rhombus of Ruin, we learn that Oleander likes the boy band "All Paul". Three male mermaids singing love songs. And he's a big fan of them. He even sings one of their songs which is “Drag Me Down”. The fish guards draw each characters during the game. And they drew Oleander with the members of All Paul with hearts all around them. As you can see in the picture below.

In Psychonauts 2, there is a small detail that we can miss if we are not careful. But in his mind, there are a lot of posters and one of them shows two male teeth in love. And the elements of an individual's mind say a lot about his personality.

So, Oleander and Loboto are either gay or bi. And it’s wonderful to think about it.

• The song Drag Me Down. This song is sung by Oleander but did you know that this song is also found on Loboto's computer in his laboratory in the Rhombus? It would mean that Loboto is a fan of All Paul too and it's fun to think about it. It's also a song about a breakup. In my opinion, this could be related to the fact that Oleander and Loboto no longer work together. If we analyze few lyrics from it, it can really be about them. “ When we met it was the best thing that I've known “,  “I gave you everything you asked” (Reference to Loboto giving Linda to Oleander?) and “Never worried it wouldn't last but we are”. Oleander probably never worried that it could end but alas... A turtle named Pokeylope decided otherwise by blasting his partner. A tragic and true story.

• They both like to dance. Loboto always takes those little dance steps that we see in the first game and Ror, when he turns on himself. And Oleander dances when he sings "Drag Me Down", proving that he likes it as well.

• Raz saw them both when they were young children in their minds. Also, the first level in Psychonauts is Oleander’s mind and the first level in Psychonauts 2 is Loboto’s mind.

That’s all about the similarities, now I’m going to talk about the three games.

Psychonauts:

• In the first game, they worked together and they had a lot of fun together. 

Just... Look at them.

They are just completely evil together. Partners in crime, after all.

• Loboto was very excited about taking over the world, too. In this cutscene where we see him talking with Lili we can clearly see his excitement over this. So, Loboto also wanted to be a part of it. Imagine, if he and Oleander had succeeded... The world will be complete chaos! Full of teeth and brains!

Rhombus of Ruin:

Although they do not interact in the midquel game, there are still some crisp info.

• Loboto talks about Oleander saying he has "a touch of halitosis". Halitosis is bad breath. Given their size difference, how does he know? Loboto is like... Twice Oleander’s height as you can see in the picture below.

To be realistic, I think that since Loboto is a dentist he most certainly wanted to check the condition of Oleander's teeth and realized that it was a complete mess. Or maybe he kissed him and that’s how he knew.

• Loboto will say that he doesn't want this "little fellow" (Oleander) to learn about his new client. He thinks he wouldn’t like to know he was moonlighting. Why does Loboto care about it? Suspicious.

• If you don’t enter his mind at immediately, Loboto begins to speak by himself by saying dialogues of events he has experienced from the past. And he talks a lot about Oleander. He says: “That army man... What was he thinking? Psychoblaster Death Tanks?” and he laughs. But his laugh is natural, it’s not an usual crazy laugh like he always do. He also says: “Are you trying to impress girls... OR TAKE OVER THE WORLD? And you do NOT want to know what kind of gas mileage those things got.” which is... very funny to me.

• Oleander is the one who will come with his psycho-portal to give it to Raz. So in a way we can say that it is thanks to Oleander that Loboto has his moral compass back.

Psychonauts 2:

We don't know a lot about the game yet but a demo was released last summer, in June 2019, I absolutely love it. Loboto and Oleander interacted in it.

• As you can see in the pictures above, Oleander put his arm around Loboto. (Did he touch his butt?!) And he is very friendly towards him. I know they're supposed to be "acting" for Loboto to reveal who his boss is. But let's agree... Oleander is way too friendly with him.

• Oleander calls Loboto "Cal", not even Caligosto or Loboto like the others do. He calls him by a nickname. First name basis is a very friendly thing.

• He says to Loboto that he is going to love that vacation package and that he’s jealous. And then he looks at him and his eyes shine. I honestly think he’s the one who make this little package, by the way. He also looks very proud of him.

• He also says “Maybe he doesn’t want those tropical vacations after all!” and “Hurry up or I”ll take those vacations myself!” he teased him at least twice.

• And he acts very “gentlemanly” toward him. Just look at the pictures above.

Oleander is a true, a real... GENTLEMAN! A man of good manner, I see.

• Bonus: Loboto vision. Oleander is... SO SMALL!

• In another scene, Oleander and Raz face a censor. Oleander begins to explain to Raz what a censor is and what they do, everything seems to be fine until he gets to the "Don't belong" part. Oleander realizes this and displays a sad face. He even looks at the ground, for a second, in silence as if he was thinking of something. Maybe he feels sad because Loboto doesn't see him as a friend but a threat and that's why he looks so... thoughtful.

• In this same scene, he begins to flee. (Colliding with a chair, by the way) He is certainly fleeing because he does not want the censor to expel him. Leaving Raz to take care of all the work.

Name a better duo than Oleander and this chair, I’ll wait.

That’s all about the games. Now mind if I share two... Headcanons?

Headcanons:

• I think Loboto and Oleander are the same age and that they were born in the 50s. Which would mean they lived their childhood in the 60s.

Let's talk about their parents.

First of all, Oleander’s dad.

When I did my research, I wanted to find out what a butcher looked like in the 60s and this is the image I found.

Pretty similar clothes to the ones Oleander’s dad wears.

See? It honestly looks very similar.

Now let’s talk about Loboto’s parents and especially about his mom.

Image below is how dresses looked in the 60s.

And this is Loboto’s mom:

It’s the same kind of dress...

...So,  Loboto’s parents and Oleander’s dad are from the same time. 

And by "time", I mean the 60s.

Even the clothes Oleander and Loboto  wore when they were kids, have 60s vibes, in my opinion... So! This would mean they’re the same age or around the same age. If we assume that the events of Psychonauts are in 2003, it would mean that in the events of the games, they are either in their early 40, or in their mid-40. Even late 40 or early 50 if they were born before 1955.

• My second headcanon is that I think they know each others for years. The legend of the monster in the lake (Linda) is apparently very old. And we all know who made Linda looking this way. It was Loboto. So, it would mean that Loboto and Oleander have worked on that for a very looooooooooong time. That would also explain why Oleander calls Loboto “Cal” in the PN2 demo. Because they were friends since a very long time. Maybe they even knew each others before that. Could be honestly cute if they were childhood friends, to be honest.

...Well! That’s all about my analysis. Their relationship sure is interesting and if you’ve read the whole thing then... Thank you! I wonder what will happen to them exactly in the second game. I could see them being a team again honestly. They fit so well together and not especially in the romantic way. I think that they could be a great team. Maybe they will both win the employee of the year award in Psychonauts 2 and going to tropical vacations together? Maybe even they will explore the world instead of taking over it? We’ll see!

[scintillating-galaxias]

promise

and here we are, my first ever transformers fic! i devoured mtmte and ll at a friend’s recommendation, loved it, and was immediately possessed by a need to write a little more about these two. i love them a lot! (❁´︶`❁) enjoy! you can also read it here on ao3. comments encourage content! (•ө•)♡

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The light is there, shimmering away not five mechanometers from his dirt-stiffened digits. Pink, like the energon sticks glowing in sweet bundles in the market stalls lining the streets of Cybertron. His favorite, he thinks distantly. He drags his shattered body over rocks and rubble, forward, he must go forward, but the light never comes closer, never becomes brighter, and the earth begins to close in, swallowing the light and—

Tailgate’s optics blink online. He does not move, not even to unclench the hard fists his servos have formed. Silvery darts of light glisten like crystal dust through the huge window, just missing Tailgate’s berth and instead striking the expansive backside of Cyclonus. He wonders how many of those stars are the same ones he knew six million years ago. Maybe a few had found their time since then, but there still has to be at least some that are still blazing away. He wonders, then, which ones they are.

The gentle rumble of the ship smoothes the rough edges of his fading nightmare. When those are gone, leaving Tailgate with nothing but a chilly, faint sense of panic, it chases the final dregs away too. When those too finally fade, Tailgate is completely online. He hates this feeling, this, this tension this nightmare always brings him. It’s a gross combination of the exhaustion and crankiness of being dragged out of an otherwise perfectly pleasant recharge, plus the hot needles of terror and desperation still buried deep in his spark. It makes his energon froth and bubble frantically within his tubes and channels, but it never spills over. He isn’t really sure if that’s a good thing or not.

He sits up, dimming his visor as he draws his knees up towards his spark chamber. Stupid crummy recharge cycle. Stupid nightmare. He should have known something was going to be off when Cyclonus actually said, “Good night,” back to him last night instead of grumbling noncommittally. At the thought of him, Tailgate’s gaze slides from the wall across from him to Cyclonus.

Even offline, Cyclonus strikes an impressive figure. The starlight casts deep shadows into the grooves of his armor, giving him the impression of being much larger and sharper than he is. A single horn glitters like a blade piercing the dark as Cyclonus shifts slightly. For a brief second, Tailgate wonders what would happen if he crawled right up to Cyclonus and curled up in front of his chest plate. The thought is banished immediately. It’s ridiculous, so ridiculous Tailgate can’t even laugh at himself for ever allowing it to cross his mind.

He vents a huff, sort of wishing he had a mouth instead of an intake port so he could scowl properly. It would feel appropriate given this is the seventh time this decacycle he’s had this nightmare, though it is the first time he’s had it two nights in a row. It’s always the same thing; he’s back in the crumbling tunnels beneath the Mitteous Plateau, eternally crawling towards his energon rations to initiate a rescue attempt. He never makes it before the tunnel collapses, burying his spark once and for all.

He’s tried to convince himself that that’s not what happened. He survived—proof of that is engraved into his chest piece. Proof of that is recharging next to him. Proof of that is that he’s contemplating all of this proof here, on the Lost Light. But he would appear he finally has to concede this particular plan of attack is simply not working. The nightmare keeps coming back, and it leaves him worse off with every occurance. Tailgate draws his knees in a little tighter. The issue, he decides, isn’t what had literally happened to him. What is it then? A mental thing? An emotional thing? He supposes that makes a bit of sense. Living—surviving, really—for six million years in the abject terror of being forgotten without ever being known would have its impact. 

Deep in thought, Tailgate does not notice Cyclonus’ vent cycle hitching and speeding up until red optics begin to glow in the corner of his vision.

“Tailgate.”

Tailgate startles, then slouches miserably over himself with another long exvent. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

Cyclonus sits up, unswayed. “Something is bothering you.”

Really? Tailgate thinks scathingly, and then is immediately taken aback at his own cynicism. “Mm. Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I’ll—I’ll get over it.” 

With that, he twists to lay facing away from Cyclonus and offlines his optics completely. Hopefully, Cyclonus will follow their old routine and ignore him so they can both return to recharge. Then Tailgate can at least take comfort in knowing he hasn’t successfully bothered anyone else with—

“Talk to me.”

Or not.

“Seriously,” Tailgate says to the wall, “it’s nothing.” 

“It’s never nothing with you.” 

Tailgate pauses. He genuinely cannot tell if that was supposed to be insulting or not, so he turns back around to ask. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You care too much. About everything. Very little does not matter to you.” Cyclonus lifts his legs and swings them around towards Tailgate to set his pedes down on the floor in a deliberate one, two . “I won’t ask you again. What’s bothering you enough to be able to rouse me from recharge?”

“You technically never asked the first time,” Tailgate reminds him and, alright, now he’s just being catty. Cyclonus is very generously offering his help, and Tailgate is being cranky. “Ugh. Sorry.” Cyclonus waves the apology aside with a smooth movement of his servo. Tailgate trails it hazily before he exvents another sigh. “It’s just—just this nightmare I keep having,” he admits. “About when I was stuck underground.”

Cyclonus leans forward. “What about it?”

Even as he runs what he’s going to say through his processor, he can’t help but feel it’s redundant. This is Cyclonus he’s talking to. He’s seen everything under the stars—so many horrific, spark-shattering events Tailgate couldn’t even imagine, let alone dream about. A nightmare about something that didn’t even happen is no doubt going to sound foolish no matter how dramatically he spins it.

“I dunno…” he begins lamely. “It’s always the same thing. I’m back in the tunnel I fell into under the Plateau—legs gone, T-cog shot, that whole thing—and I’m trying to get to my energy rations so I can detonate them and call for help. But no matter how long I crawl towards them, I can never reach them before the tunnel collapses, and I—” Tailgate shudders hard enough to rattle his armor. “It’s dumb.”

Cyclonus’ engines hum. “It isn’t ‘dumb.’”

“I mean, it kind of is. The whole thing was—” A flare of humiliation burns through his EM field before he can smother it. “Do you want to know why I even decided to try to take the Plateau as a shortcut? I forgot to set my chronometer the night before my unit left.” He barks a humorless laugh. “And they told me, ‘Tailgate, we’ll leave without you if you’re late,’ and I said, ‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world!’ and then I did. What part of that isn’t dumb? Who gets stuck in a hole for six million years because they forget to set the alarm? I should have just stayed in recharge that day.”

“Tailgate,” Cyclonus says seriously, but he does not sound angry. Or rather, sound annoyed that Tailgate is wasting his time. “You were still very new to Cybertron as a whole when that happened. You never could have known what dangers—”

“Except I should have,” Tailgate exclaims, “because I heard only about a billion different stories about how dangerous the Plateau is.”

“I will not make excuses for you,” Cyclonus says levelly. “It was an admittedly rash decision. There likely were indeed many more options that you overlooked in your haste.” Tailgate bristles, but Cyclonus cuts him off with a flare of his optics. “Listen to me. I stand by the fact that you could not have known better. Most of Cybertronian life must be experienced; it cannot simply be told to you second-hand and be expected of you to understand it completely. Desperation and your… youth made for a dangerous combination, neither of which is your fault. You must not berate an inexperienced version of yourself which only exists in your past.”

He’s right, in his own cold-cut, clinical way. It doesn’t really make Tailgate feel any better, though. “Thanks,” he says anyway, because at least it’s something.

But Cyclonus seems to reach the same conclusion, as he turns away and mutters, “Hm,” as a response.

They fall silent for a few nano-kliks. Tailgate fidgets. Cyclonus is still with thought.

“May I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Is that what’s truly what’s keeping you up? Wondering what your life could have been had you simply set your chronometer?”

Tailgate curls in tighter around himself. “No.”

Cyclonus does not press. He watches instead, and watches, and keeps watching, as though he can undo the few layers of Tailgate’s being with his gaze alone. If he does it long enough, he might. Tailgate wishes he would say what he wants to say instead of doing whatever this was. Waiting. Expecting. 

“I should not have intruded—”

“It’s just that I was so—”

They both stop, then say, “No, go ahead,” at the same time. Cyclonus huffs. “What were you saying?”

Tailgate hesitates. Then, in a small voice, he asks, “Is it…” He whorls his intake shut. “Is it bad of me to wish I hadn’t been alone down there?”

He almost thinks Cyclonus didn’t hear him for the length of time he is silent. “I do not believe so,” he finally says just as Tailgate is about to dismiss it. “You did not wish for them to share your fate. You wanted company. That is a crucial difference and a reasonable request, in my opinion.”

“Primus, no, I don’t want anyone going through the same thing I did.” The quiet. The loneliness. Tailgate stills. Millions of years worth of memories trickle back in from behind the door he had shut on them in the efforts of pushing the nightmare out of his mind. Memories of hopelessly staring at the energon cubes, of beating back voice after voice telling him to give up, of hating himself. The brightening of his visor is nearly painful in its intensity.

“Tailgate?” Cyclonus asks, alarmed. “Have I said something wrong?”

“There was—there was nothing there,” Tailgate starts abruptly. “Not even an antroid. All I had were my readouts calling me an idiot over and over again. Sometimes I thought I could hear some jets flying overhead, but none of them ever detected my signal. Or—or they ignored me. I’ll never know. But I couldn’t—I-I couldn’t help thinking about if I did die down there.” A strangled laugh escapes from his vocalizer. “No more Tailgate. There wouldn’t have even been a ‘more’, there was so little of me to begin with.”

The words are practically falling from him now, senseless and wild like a frenzy of storms clashing together, his vocalizer spasming with hiccups of static. “But the worst part, the worst part was that I couldn’t stop thinking about how much of a nobody I was. I never told anyone I was leaving, and no one ever came looking for me. If I died, I wouldn’t even be the smallest bit of co— hic —ding to someone’s memory, I would never get to make my mark on anyone or—or anything, ‘nd it wouldn’t have been a-a-a very big mark, but at least it would have been something! Just a little one,” he gasps around a sob, “a little was all I ever asked for—”

His voice stutters as he abruptly finds Cyclonus in the space on the floor he’d been staring at, kneeling before him with his arms held open wide and though his expression remains uncertain, his EM field radiates warmth and comfort and safety. Tailgate whimpers and tumbles ungracefully from his berth into Cyclonus’ waiting arms. They immediately close around him, pulling Tailgate close to the soothing pulse of Cyclonus’ spark. It thrums steadily beneath his mess of loud hiccups and choppy gasps and strangled sobs—he never had been a pretty crier. He pushes his faceplate in, crushing himself against Cyclonus’ body as though he could shield him from the whole universe.

“I am here, little one,” Cyclonus murmurs against his helm. “Do you hear my spark? I am here.”

Tailgate’s own spark swells until his chamber aches. He cannot respond, so he nods frantically instead. They stay on the floor like that for breems, Tailgate weeping into Cyclonus’ chest and Cyclonus holding him until slowly, oh so painfully slowly, the sobs begin to dissipate. They retract at first into violent shudders that shake Tailgate’s whole body, then into shivers, and finally into that exhausted stillness that comes only after one has released every emotion they have to run wild through the cosmos. Cyclonus hums some song Tailgate does not recognize the whole time, one servo gently stroking the back of Tailgate’s helm. It’s warm , he thinks. Cyclonus looks like the type of mech whose vents only produce frost and chill, but up close, up close he is so, so warm.

Time passes as an unsteady stream, jerking between syrupy slow to desperately quick in the same moments. Cyclonus stops singing as Tailgate quiets. He can’t figure out how to ask him to keep going, so instead Tailgate tries to match his vent cycles to Cyclonus’ deep, slow ones and eventually dares a glance upwards. Cyclonus’ optics are dim, but focused on him. When he sees Tailgate peeking, he smiles. Something ferociously powerful has settled between their two EM fields, linking and holding them together. Tailgate can’t quite name what it is, but it feels something like a promise.

“I’m going to stand up,” Cyclonus finally says after another breem slips by.

“Okay,” Tailgate rasps, voice fuzzed with static.

The world lurches slightly as Cyclonus stands, still cupping the back of Tailgate’s helm as though he is something precious. Something worth protecting. Tailgate clings ever-tighter to Cyclonus even as he begins to gingerly settle them both down into his berth. He whines pitifully when Cyclonus moves him away, “Don’t go, please don’t go,” but it’s brief, and it’s only to rearrange him more comfortably over his chassis. Cyclonus shushes him gently, bowing his helm over Tailgate’s form. 

“I will not leave you,” Cyclonus rumbles. Tailgate more feels the words through his body than actually hears them. It’s shocking how much comfort that brings him. Already, his optics are dimming and the tension in his joints is slipping away beneath Cyclonus’ touch with every pass of his servo. “You can rest here. I will stay with you through the night, and through the day—as long as you need me, I will be at your side.” 

Tailgate’s spark warms with a brilliant burst and with it, the lasting chills of the nightmare are finally dispelled. He takes his first steady vent in the past two groons and fixes his gaze upon Cyclonus’ face. “I—Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you, Cyclonus, thank you, thank you .” 

Cyclonus smiles. It’s soft, private, something reserved only for his most vulnerable moments. He allowed one of those moments to happen for his sake, Tailgate realizes. Impossibly, his spark swells even bigger.

“Of course,” Cyclonus says, as easily as anything. 

“Sorry for getting… slag all over you.”

“Do not concern yourself over it.” They share a couple of quiet vent cycles. “You should rest, little one.”

Rest. That sounded good. “I like it when you call me that,” Tailgate murmurs as he goes through his list of systems to shut down. “It’s sweet.” An embarrassed glow enters their shared EM fields and Tailgate chuckles sleepily. “What? It is.”

Cyclonus grumbles something in dissent, but Tailgate can’t hear it. His audial systems are already offline—whether or not this was to avoid Cyclonus’ argument is entirely subjective. Soon after, he slips into recharge right there in Cyclonus’ arms. 

He’s back in the tunnel. 

He curls his servos into fists, crushing a few unfortunate stones in his grip. He had hoped—he had hoped, that with Cyclonus’ help, his promises, he could be free of this fragging tunnel for just one night. But Cyclonus is not here. This is his fight, and his alone.

He is alone.

As despair crushes his spark, a familiar warmth curls itself around the back of his chassis. He stills. The warmth does not speak, and does not move either, but somehow he can still tell what it is saying.

I will stay at your side.

Night and day, for as long as you need me.

You will never know loneliness again.

Cyclonus never said that. But that feeling, that powerful, all-consuming feeling, that promise—this was it, wasn’t it?

He looks up. The energon cubes glow before him. They are much closer than they ever have been before.

Tailgate reaches forward and above him, the sky blooms.

[thedappleddragon]

haha here we go again

there's a lot of dumb ranting and 3 days worth of logs and a dream in here so im gonna spare evryone’s dashboard and just put it all under the cut.

tw bad memories, talk of unhealthy relations with food, and dreams about dead animals

I realized I kind of entirely forgot to write about what I did yesterday? I kind of did a lot. I know my mom wanted to work on getting tile laid out in front of her bathroom, so we worked together to scrub the concrete and wipe up all the dirt and dust and whatever was under the carpet and remove some of the nails in the floor and bring up a spiky metal strip between the bathroom door and where the carpet was. The other main thing I remember is deciding to continue work on my dress, sewing up the outer bodice, checking that the bodice and lining would fit together, deciding I’d rather have no different colored front panel, and working on the circle skirt. At first I tried cutting the fabric on my bed, but it wasn’t big enough and too lumpy. I contemplated asking my friends if I could borrow their dining table, but I ended up clearing off my own. After I traced and was in the middle of pinning, I accidentally knocked over a glass bowl that I had set on the chair. My mom heard it from the other room and had me come to her room to tell her what it was. She got angry at me, which I thought was fuckin stupid if it was an accident, but after some reflection while cleaning up the glass pieces, I kind of understood why. Mostly I got a little upset about 2 ceramic pieces I made during school breaking a little from the drop. One was a mushroom house from middle school that always makes me remember feeling like an asshole during peer review when I told my person to smooth their project more because I didn’t know “no improvement needed” was an option until I got back to my desk and saw my person saying it was good in all categories because everyone thought my project was great for some reason. The other was a bunch of flowers on a circle. It was the last project we did before quarantine hit, I think. That one is in less tough shape, just a couple flowers knocked off and a chip on one of them. They can both be glued back together, I guess. Then my mom called me back into her room to listen to her talk about wanting to eat huge amounts of food, because she’s clinically depressed with BPD and PTSD and DID and several other acronyms and her favorite coping mechanism is food, but her doctor put her on a diet so she can get her knees replaced, but recently she’s been getting into a zone where she talks about wanting to eat entire cakes and pizzas and buckets of kfc and a gallon of queso or whatever the fuck and she goes “doesn’t that sound GOOD?” And I have to laugh along and say “haha no that sounds bad actually” and get her a piece of ham or something. And every time she goes on her spiel the only thing I can think of is the greedy from the raggedy Ann and Andy musical. It’s just this horrible undulating orange blob that eats everything in sight and seeing it for the first time just made me think of mom and it made me very uncomfortable, with all the orange goo and hurling noises. Also reminds me of this horrible video game boss fight where it’s the apocalypse and a fat lady on a scooter took over the buffet and eats so much during her boss fight, during the defeat cutscene she projectile vomits everywhere and dies. My brother Greg showed me that thinking it was funny. I hated it, and I still do. He showed me a lot of things he thought were funny as a shitty little kid, and I remember several of them being very upsetting. It’s ok. I don’t want to dwell on it. But after cleaning the glass and talking to mom I brought my fabric to my room and called it a night. Oh wait my dad also helped me with some paperwork my coworker handed me so I could get on the payroll.

Today I woke up differently than I have in a long time. I set an alarm for 10 am so I could be at work by 11, but I woke up at 9 from a heavy sleep with dreams about hanging out with my friend in my room, worrying about my dirty house. I wanted to sleep longer, so I got up at 10 to have breakfast and get ready. I spent my shift changing the price tags all around the store, making everything more expensive. I’m gonna work again on Tuesday where I’ll learn how to use the register. I hope I don’t fuk it up, but I have a couple days to relax until then. Maybe I’ll work on my dress. My friends all want to go to prom together, so my new deadline will be March 2nd or a little before. I still need to buy a ticket, but I don’t have access to the link to buy one :( bleh I’m too tired right now to worry about this shit. I only worked 4 hours again today, but after I got home I felt like I could have worked longer if they gave me something else to do. The only price tags left to change were a bunch of grills and stuff I don’t know about but I don’t know if they had any other work for my to do. But I’m glad I went home tho because I was hungry and my feet hurt from standing lol. I did laundry and made myself dinner and washed my hair and drew a little bit and made the table and tbh the pacing of today has been so weird I don’t remember everything. It’s only 1am but I think I’m just gonna go to bed. my friends started talking about going to prom, and I really want to join them, but I can't figure out where/how to buy a ticket. my brain started being really mean to me, syaing that I was being annoying and pushy and that they didnt want me at prom for some reason, so I low-key almost made myself cry until my friend offered to let me be their platonic date since their partner couldn't go. 

last night I had a dream about a hard video game where when you played it, the black shadow enemies would fight you in real life, and one of them left imprints on my arm in the shape of lego bricks. they could only attack you so long as you played the game, and they tried to capture people and you were supposed to save them. I decided it was my time to play, and I walked into my garage that had turned into a cave with bat-people fused into the wall. I paid them no mind as I rescued a girl who was my irl brother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into another versoin of my garage which was uncorrupted and normal looking. she thanked me, and I said it was no problem. then I tricked her, telling her not to trust so easily, as I became one of the shadow enemies and engulfed her in a black sack, trapping her and leaving the room. I came back a couple minutes later, letting him free (now my brain told me he was my brother) telling him I just wanted to know if I was capable of tricking him, and didnt actually want to kill him or whatever.  another big chunk of my dream was taken up by me, my sister, and my dad visiting a run down petting zoo/gamestop. the petting zoo barn was very dark with low ceilings with lots of rabbits and pigs and hay. one of us accidentally killed either a pig or a tiger right next to the exit door, and I had to slink around the gamester trying to distract the owner and keep him from going in the barn and escaping at the same time. I dont remember how it ended, other than me waking up with a sore throat from breathing so deeply through my nose. I had slept on my stomach wit my pillow in my face so I could hardly breathe, and even after I woke up I felt like I wasnt getting enough air. I HATE that feeling, I always felt like I was suffocating in middle school for some reason. I thinkk somethings wrong with my airway but im not gonna do anything about it. im gonna continue to spend 80% of my day laying down so my resting heart rate and breathing speed is slower than an goddamn sloth. whatever.

right now as im laying in bed typing this I feel utterly unpoductive but I KNOW I did SOME shit today. but yeah mostly I relaxed. I worked on my dress, removing and replacing the blue front panel. I lost my exacto knife somewhere so I went to dollar tree to get a knockoff, along with snacks for mom and my sister. the blades aren't as sharp as exacto, but I still know where the name brands blades are so maybe Ill try and see if they're compatible. when I open the package everything was oily and gross, so I washed everything off with soap and water before I used them to cut the threads of the panel seams. I could have used my seam ripper but I wanted to get a replacement craft knife anyway. its kinda neat that it came with 6 different shaped blades for different crafts :) but uhh I also cut out the other half of the circle skirt of the dress, and I have a bunch of extra fabric left over. probably enough to make a whole other bodess if I wanted too. I used my sewing machine to attach the new front panel, and I was hoping to get more sewing done tonight, but when I asked my sister if it was ok for me to use my sewing machine (it right next to the wall between our rooms so she can hear it from there) she said she was going to bed soon so I just attatched the front panel and called it a night. so that kinda sucked. I still have another day tomorrow before I have to work again, and I can still work on my dress on Tuesday after work. idk why my brain thinks that one 4 hour shift is gonna take up my entire day lmao. I just have to get the whole thing done by may 2nd. GOD that reminds me, im gonna be so busy next month. I have six events back to back happening like every other day, plus work. oof. I'll have to let my boss know, but idk If that's gonna make him mad. I've already got pretty comfortable with the lady in charge of the garden center who’s taken lead position while the manager is on vacation, but I dont think I;ll every understand my boss. he’s a sarcastic busy old man and NOT AT ALL approachable. whatever. really the only other tings I did today were drink a shit ton of water play harvest moon, spend too much time on tiktok, and sraw a couple dum things for my friends’ princess au. I fucking HATE the drawing I did for Anna, so I designed her a secondary outfit more inspired by sky pirate bohemian vibes, since she rules over the floating islands. idk if I'll replace her old outfit with the new one in the lineup or just re-draw her old one with better shapes and composition and match the style better or what. I just need it changed eventually becasuse it looks like ass. tbh now that ve taken a little bit of time away from the princess au, there are a couple designs im not 100% satisfied with. but I know that if I go back and make them more detailed or whatever the’ll be more of a hassle to draw and aslkdfhalksdf I dont know anymore. I'm still tied up about color pallets and trying to give everyone a distinct color, and im a little upset it doesn't quite work, and FUCK dude the edgy one’s lore and character are weird and I kind of want to revise it to make it a little nicer but its not my character and I need to stop shoving my dirty little mitts into everyone’s ocs and AHAGHRGHGARGHHG idk man. her power is necromancy and she has a skeleton army, which I think I kinda cool, but I also think it would be neat if her powers extended beyond just that to communing with the dead, helping them find rest, and THEN maybe it can branch into helping fallen soldiers fight again to help them with unfinished buisness. and then if she goes feral and starts abusing her powers, she ignores all the communication and concent with the dead and instead magically rips them from thr ground to do her bidding and they’re uncontrollable and violent and aimless, just like her mind slipping from the magical blight infecting her. idk man we’re till working on a lot of lore. her concept could be SO COOL with just that little bit of extra thought, but so far it’s just MY POWER IS DEATH IM SO EDGY. ugh I know its fuckin rude to bash your friends oc ideas and I might be too overbearing and controlling of this au but dammit im tired and im mean sometimes and my ego is through the goddamn roof and im so sexy and im always right and my meat is huge. ah shit I rpomised my friend I would help her with character design for the dead king but I was busy when she firat asked me and now im not busy but im not doing it ugh. im just frustrated right now because I spent wayyyy to fuckin long just laying in bed watching tikotks and youtube and playing harvest moon an doing jack shit all day. but hey at least I attempted to get a new social security card again today. and them promptly gave up when they said my adress was invalid. again. I feel like im in an uncomfortable medium between having no plans and worrying about the future and having too many plans all the time oh my god. ive been so focused on getting a job and then having a job and making this dress I completely forgot about college shit. thankfully there's no hard deadlines coming up that I haven't already finished. whatever I dont really want to worry about all this hit right now, im just gonna take it one day at a time. (haha it feels like my angel oc just stepped in. how nice of him :) )

[kenzokuki]

Yes, Serendipity! Part 1

Because of the lack of a better title, I’ll just call it Yes, Serendipity!

So it has been over a week since I was in Japan for Cinderella Girls 5th LIVE TOUR Serendipity Parade!!! and up until the moment of writing this, I am still gathering my thoughts about the whole experience. Honestly, somehow it still feels very surreal to me and I still can’t believe I was there, on such a big venue to watch the Cinderella Girls perform live.

I will (probably) have too much to say and I want to write out properly instead of spamming my twitter with all the ramblings, so I thought that I should just write it out on one big post in my dead tumblr blog. I also thought that it’d be a pretty funny memory to look back to one day. A fair warning that this post is long, rambly, and likely full of grammatical mistakes so I apologize to whoever reads it in advance.

Before anything else, I want to start with an introduction about myself. Since I gained a few followers this month, I feel like this is a good time to know me a little bit better, how I became a Producer and ended up in CG5th, etc. I go by the name “chun” on the internet, and that’s the only name I’ve used ever since aside from my real name. I started following anime religiously back in 2012 when I started this anime blog though my interest at the time was nowhere near idols, if some of my old tumblr friends read this then they know what I was into back then. I did have a bit of interest in seiyuu back then though I didn’t follow them as seriously, seiyuu like Kondou Takashi, Sawashiro Miyuki, and Tsuda Kenjirou to name a few but my interest have now shifted to more female seiyuus like Sumipe, Matsueri, and Shimayuki. Contrary to what most people think, I haven’t been a Producer for a long time like most of the Ps that I have encountered, I’ve only been a fan for a little over a year and a half though I’ve been aware of iDOLM@STER ever since my young anime days but didn’t care about idols at all.

To be honest, like most “how I got into x series/franchise” stories go, I also never really saw myself getting into iDOLM@STER or any idol stuff in general until I got into Love Live. And yes, I was a huge Love Liver way before I became a Producer, just to get that out there. I’m going to skip the whole Love Liver part, but basically I finally took notice of iDOLM@STER in 2015 though I still couldn’t get into it back then because I was a filthy Love Liver (see this tweet). I even tried Deresute when it released but I was too deep into SIF that time so I just shrugged it off since I had my hands full with different mobage. It wasn’t until my friend convinced me to play Deresute again cause an Anya event was coming which is what got me to play Deresute continuously up until now. I’ll talk about how I became an AnyaP in a separate post when her birthday comes around, but basically he knew I liked Anya despite not being into CG at the time. So I picked up the game again and eventually it led to my fall to Deresute then ultimately to CG, this was also around Final Live so I guess it somehow came off as me being “traitor” to the other series, but thinking about it now I don’t really regret it.

I did try to actively support both series but I knew it was impossible for me to like both equally, eventually I would have lesser time for one series while I dedicate all my time to the other. Since I got interested into CG by the time µ’s was ending, it was also around the time when they started pushing so much Aqours stuff, I had to pick between getting into Aqours or diving deeper into CG. Naturally, it was an easy decision for me (nothing against Aqours, they are good but I couldn’t bring myself to like them fully as much as I did with µ’s). I guess you can say everything fell into place at the right time? It’s kind of silly actually, one of the main reasons I’m so deep into CG right now is all thanks to Love Live. Now that I think about it, I would often get into friendly arguments with the same friend who got me interested into CG about the usual LL vs. iM@S debate and it’s funny how I moved over to the other side now and he became an Aqours fan instead, how the tables have turned as they say. This is just one of the silly reasons why I got into CG though, one of the main hook that got me was the anime which then eventually got me interested in all the idols (and seiyuu).

I know a lot of people dislike DereAni because of the emotional baggage and unnecessary drama it brings, but I personally really loved it and up until now I still rewatch it and get the same feelings like when I watched it for the first time. Through the anime, I feel like I got to see another part of the idols’ lives, personalities, and feelings that I didn’t get to see in the games or any other media. Because of the anime, I feel like I got a bit closer to Anya and I got to know her more since there is barely translated content for the CG games and it’s not only Anya, the same applies for all the other idols too.

I eventually found myself replacing my entire playlist full of Love Live! songs to all Cinderella Girls. I still remember the first song that got me hooked on their music was Rin’s version of S(mile)ING!, I couldn’t stop looping it for a couple of weeks until I found another song to listen to which was Yuubae Present (still remains to be one of my favorite songs until now). Shortly after that I got into more of the anime songs and the rest was history.

Which leads me to getting to know the seiyuu of Cinderella Girls, I genuinely want to get to know them better through whatever content is out there. Since I’m considerably a new fan, there is so much content to catch up on and I feel like I’ll never get tired about getting to know all of their unique and colorful personalities. I know it’s not humanly possible for me to actively support them all, but I still try what I can to appreciate the things they do (be it solo work or for CG) and do little things like watching anime they’re in or simply sending tweets of support to them. At the very least, I know a little bit of basic stuff about all the CGs from names/nicknames, the characters they voice, etc. so that’s something.

And now I’ve covered most stuff about myself and how I became a P, I’ll now talk about what really made me want to go to CG5th. To be honest, it was a far-fetched dream that I never knew would become a reality. My CG5th plans were already in the works as early as November 2016, nothing was announced back then but my desire to go to a CG live was so strong at the time that I didn’t care about the circumstances and just “yolo’d” it. I’ve read all of the writeups, tweets from the kaigai Ps who went to CG4th, I’ve seen the drawings from some Japanese Ps, and the seiyuu pictures and tweets from 4th which all the more fueled my desire to go. Before anything else was announced, I talked with Oxide about which places and dates that we could most likely go to and I told him that Osaka or Tokyo around July was the best possible scenario for me so I was planning somewhere around that. Fast forward to January 2017 (or was it February) when they announced the locations, dates, and performers for the first 3 stops which ruined all the planning that I had in mind. There was no ideal scenario for me, Anya was in the Sendai stop and it was happening as early as the 2nd week of May which I 100% couldn’t go to due to it being thesis period. The next one was the Ishikawa stop which had a lot of personal favorites in it but I wasn’t sure if it was something that I REALLY wanted to fly for so I decided to wait it out, the same goes for the Osaka stop. By the way, I was only limited to go to 1 stop of the whole tour so I really had to choose wisely on which stop did I want to fly for.

Ultimately, I wanted to have the best CG live experience so I decided to go in blindly for the SSA stop. I knew I couldn’t do this half-heartedly, that’s why as early as February (only the dates for SSA was announced this time), I already booked my flights in order to fully commit myself to it. It was a moment of no turning back, I figured that no matter what kind of crazy cast they put out, I would still like it. Honestly didn’t expect the cast to be so crazy that it had over 60 performers for a 2-day live, so even though there was no ideal scenario for me, I feel like this god-tier cast was enough to compensate for that. I could talk more about my “road to SSA” experience, but this post has already gotten crazy long so I will cut it off here.

To conclude this post, I hope that whoever is reading this got to know me a little bit better and how I ended up to where I am now. The next post, I will talk more about the “road to SSA”, CG5th buppan, and up until Day 1 of SSA maybe.

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6.5 week update

account start date: 1/31/2019

Table of contents:

General progress

Grids/Weapons

Characters/teams

Summons

Other notes

General Progress

I’ve been working on clearing out those arca badges while collecting screenshots for this update so those numbers will be a tad off.

For what it’s worth, evidence that I’ve never pulled from the gacha still:

compare with the free draws for the current anniversary event:

I haven’t used the weapon ticket yet, but I think it’s fair game to do so. Haven’t decided what to use it on, however I’m not in a rush since it’ll be around probably longer than I plan to play this account famous last words. 

Probably a grimnir harp though, since we have two xenos coming up in just a week or two (and I don’t need to grind either of them for my other accounts).

Story wise, ch 63 is a major moment, both in terms of the story and what becomes available.

 After ch 63 there are only a small handful of important, but not crucial raids to be unlocked, namely primarchs and huanglong/qilin. There are two pretty good story characters as well that I have not unlocked yet, however I wanted to take time to develop grids to be able to better tackle some of the upcoming story fights without relying on pots and the retry bonuses (which I did use for a few earlier story battles).

Working through arca as I mentioned. I should be on track to recruit monica as early as next week, assuming I’m not screwed over by some encounters. I did just clear my first hard mode puppet boss and it was a slog, but I did make it through. I’ll talk more about it later, but water and dark still feel exceptionally weak even though their grids are roughly on par with my other elements. Some of it is character related, but I haven’t been particularly scientific about it yet.

Grids/Weapons

imgur album of grids

The above grids are specifically for mechanic teams for each element. Since I’m collecting arca points for monika, I have not bought a water arca gun and am just hoping one will drop when I get to Bellator path (there’s a decent enough chance at it anyway).

Between freebies and good luck with drops, I have mostly workable if not 100% meta base grids, now only requiring skill levels to finish off.

I’ve intentionally slotted hp weapons into many of my grids. The prevailing philosophy of many high ranked players is to go all in on offense and ignore hp,but that’s never really sat well with me. “Punch it harder,” has never really been a feasible short term solution to a battle that new players might struggle with. Additionally, many of the grids above already have 5-6 magna atk mod weapons so I found space to include hp weapons so that I’m not investing in atk weapons that would eventually be victim to “diminishing returns,” not that I’ve ever really heard a satisfying explanation for that in gbf context.

As of the time of publishing this, there are still no freely available earth ex weapons pre-hHL

Some more notes on other specific weapons:

Can probably get most of these up a few more uncaps by now, but I’ve been neglecting them a bit.

Picked up two axes last gw before realizing I should instead be getting these, so I switched over and managed to grind out enough boxes to mlb this one and have one 0* extra. 

Still a tad on the fence whether or not I want to actually make any eternals on this account or not, but I’m starting to lean towards yes. That being the case, I originally started grabbing axes because Sarasa is always a great starter choice, but Quatre and Six might be better options to bolster elements that have weak ftp char options. Earth isn’t doing amazingly better than dark and water, but enough so that I’m not struggling with water enemies in arca like I am with fire and light foes.

Through perseverance, good timing on the addition of the Love Live collab to side stories and otherwise good free fire chars, I was able to grind out an mlb windhose. The FLB step requires elemental centrums and urns, that I don’t have access to pre-HL, so for now, it stays mlb.

Pre-HL, Water sabers are roughly as bad off as earth sabers, and having the windhose for wind prospects, I ended up picking water for my atma from the “wmtsb 3: 000″ event. Earth might have been a slightly better choice, but it’s not a huge deal wither way. Both elements have an LL char that can provide elemental atk up, and both elements have alternates that are mediocre. As you can see, I haven’t touched it yet though, because outside of 000, new players would not have access to an atma at my rank (72). However, once rank 80 rolls around, you can bet I’ll be trying to sneak into a UBaha normal train to get meteorites for a key. For now, gonna work on collecting the host mat.

I only just today noticed that I had the mats needed to flb the silver bow however, while I did that, I have not had a chance to upgrade it any further. I’m also probably going to be directing skill fodder elsewhere before coming back to this.

Characters/Teams

Since this post is already going to be super long, here’s an imgur post with my currently set up teams and notes on specific characters. There are some other fringe set ups, I’m interested in trying at some point or another, but these cover 95% of my needs. Commentary included in imgur post.

Here’s an album with my overall character levels.

Since only a few of my chars are max uncap + max level, I haven’t amassed a lot of emp points on most chars and therefore haven’t looked at emp quality for most.

Summons

It fortunately did not take too long to mlb all six magna ssr summons, especially with the first one given out for free.

Some notes:

- Fafnir and Phoenix are both usable - the former has a fire def down which would be more useful if I didn’t already have characters that could also inflict it, while the latter has a heal albeit a very weak one.

- Robomi is a dispel, with the unfortunate side effect of dispelling one of your own buffs. The not having to bring dispel in my own subskill slot though is enough reason to keep her around.

- You get one wind buncle from pinboards and there’s another in treasure trade for some satin feathers and tia silver anima. There are four more in the casino, but for now, I’m keeping the two I have separate since I don’t have a ton of other great summons.

- Ebisu’s water def down, is more valuable than fafnir’s because there are fewer characters (among free chars at least), able to inflict the elemental def down. At mlb, the aura loses it’s data penalty, too.

- With WMTSB2 in sidestories, I’m able to use Sandalphon summon for it’s atk up and heal. I’m already at a point where chev is the better main summon, but Sandalphon’s call is still fantastic, compared to the other healing summons that have half as much potency. He also gives his character version a small dark damage cut as a secret effect.

- For anyone who didn’t know SR Luminiera and SR Celeste both provide 20% damage cut against their strong element when mlb. So mlb SR Celeste’s call, for example, gains a light damage cut.

- There are no good elemental summons for Earth or Dark in side stories - Midgardsormr and Albacore both are ~25% atk boosts justified by having hp boosts alongside them, but for practical purposes, the damage loss isn’t worth the hp gain. I’m fortunately at a point where I’m using magna summons for all elements normally, but arcarum may still get better results from an elemental summon (maybe? I haven’t been scientific enough about the numbers). Unfortuantely, getting all four copies of Dark flame Scion out of the side story shop is going to take something like fifty runs of Sandalphon showdown because the WMTSB doesn’t give out a free mlb summon at the end unlike most other side stories. It gives out the mlb light ex harp, but not the summon. And my dark team is not great, as seen in the previous section. I can beat the showdown, but it takes effort.

- I was able to farm an mlb and 0* copies of WMTSB3′s Dragon’s Rage Summon, however, since it won’t be around all the time (till next year presumably), I can’t use it however great the 50% all element/10% hp boost would be to alleviate my elemental summon woes.

- Once I unlocked arca, I bee-lined for Hanged Man, and was fortunate enough that he was the boss I encountered at the end of that path. Hanged man provides me with a clarity in my summon grid, which is useful in the same way Robomi is as a dispel, but better, because Hanged Man gives a random buff in addition to clearing a debuff, instead of taking away a buff like Robomi.

Other notes

As implied by my grid showcase and story progression, I unlocked Mechanic as soon as I was able. Earlier on, I lucksacked a silver centrum from a primarch raid leech but even without that, by rank 50 it’s within the player’s power to leech grand order raids for feathers and redeem 25 for the first shop centrum, thereby acquiring the hardest part of the energy maneuvers robot part. I casino’ed enough to get the red bricks and brightstones so I was able to get those turn 1 full bursts right out the gate as soon as possible. Doing so greatly improved the speed at which I could handle my own hard primal raids and thus helped collect omega anima for magna raid hosts - which in turn led to more ssr magna drops. 

At rank 60, I took my main and tackled as much of ex co-op as I could so I had the achievements to unlock swordmaster and mystic, though I have not leveled them yet. I have both arca wind sword/katana so I can slime, though I haven’t sat down and done any yet.

After Dark Fencer, I went for Holy Saber among the T3 classes, then Bishop, then Hermit:

I haven’t been focusing on leveling classes since, and focusing on some of the specialty ex classes was a noticeable drain on my cp supply, but Hawkeye, Weaponmaster, Valkyrie, and Superstar, roughly in that order are next on the to-do list when I get back to it. All of those classes provide useful if non-essential subskills for those rare cases I might not need miserable mist (such as actually playing dark fencer).

At one point, I was hoping to sell this account around the time it reached a spark’s worth of crystals, but after looking into some examples of account selling, I’m already at a point where this account wouldn’t be appropriate to sell to a new player, which limits my potential clients. That being the case, I’m a bit less concerned over preserving all of the options, such as gold bar usage, though I may change my mind in the future still. I picked the sunstone from WMTSB2: summon cradle, and it’s tempting to use it on a magna summon like Tiamat.

Anyway, if there are any questions, feel free to ask here (use the link at the top that starts: “Ask me about...”) or if you know how to reach me on discord, that’s fine, too.

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MA / 4615 words

A series of one-shots - Read the first here

Childhood friends - NYE 2016

Part One

One morning, late July, I had woken to see that Harry Styles was slumbering beside me. He had looked beautiful, with his newly cut hair tousled and falling over his face, his breathing slow and pushing through his parted lips. The silent sun was overflowing into my room through my sheer curtains, giving an ethereal glow that made love to his soft features, gliding down his jaw and curving over his lips. He looked stunning. On New Year’s Eve, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

He’d left me with a final, chaste kiss and a dopey smile on his face, and we’d fallen back into old habits, where we didn’t talk or text or even really acknowledge one another at all. Things went back to normal, and I continued with my life like nothing had ever happened. He just started crossing my mind more. Despite our childhood together, and his great fame, Harry Styles never used to cross my mind that often. Whenever I saw the Daily Mail talking shit about him or heard one of their songs, I had wondered how he was doing, but it was never much more than that. After spending a night with him, he crossed my mind so much more. I’d find myself thinking of his lips daily, or his hands, or his voice. He began crossing my mind more than any other person in my life did. In all honesty, it was slightly infuriating. And on New Year’s Eve, it just got worse. He’d made me promise that I would leave Swanage and make an appearance in Holmes Chapel to enter the New Year, and he’d promised too. I should have been seeing him that night, but I also knew that it was likely that he’d left for London or LA to continue with his interesting, extravagant life. I’d heard he was around, but I’d seen no evidence myself. I kept unlocking and locking my phone again, laying on top of the single bed in the room where I had grown up, surrounded by shoddy drawings and teddies and a poster or five of Westlife, debating whether I should text him or not. Then my phone lit up in my hand. Haz: Little Lulu Lamb? “No fucking way.” I gasped, bolting upright. “No. Fucking. Way.” My heart fluttered at the thought that maybe Harry had been doing the same thing, sat with his phone in his hand and fighting the thoughts of texting me or not. My stomach was in tatters. Lulu: Who’s this? Changed my number in the hope of getting that Harry Styles lad off my back. Haz: Don’t blame you. Real twat that lad. I felt sick. It was almost frustrating the feelings he could force on me in just a few words. It was something I was totally unfamiliar with. I wondered how he felt when he thought of me. Lulu: He really is. Ugly too. Haz: That just hurts. (You’ve been hunt down, by the way. It’s me. Harry.) Lulu: What an unfortunate turn of events. Haz: I was just wondering if you’ve kept your promise? Lulu: I was wondering the same thing about you. I don’t know why I was so eager for him to still be around. I didn’t know how things would be between us, other than bloody awkward. What had happened that night was totally sporadic and spontaneous, and he probably regretted it as soon as it ended. I can’t say I was expecting a repeat, but I still wanted to see him. I wanted to be around him, to know how things would be between us. I just wanted to see him. Haz: I’m around. Supposed to be going to a house party. Lulu: Me too, I’m going with my mum round to her friend Carols. I think it’s going to be relatively tame. Haz: That’s where I’m going. Lulu: What? Seriously? Haz: She’s my auntie. So I’ll see you there. Lulu: I hate coming from such a small place. There’s no avoiding you, is there? It sometimes felt like joking with him and faking was the only way I could actually interact with him without just gushing and fanning myself constantly. I was grateful we’d be drinking again, because when he’d entered my home, I’d barely been able to function around him until we opened the first bottle of wine. He was captivating, in the type of way that eased me and put me on edge at the same time, like somehow he was both the calm and the storm. Haz: You’re stuck with me now, Little Lulu Lamb. Sorry. Lulu: I suppose I’ll see you tonight then. Haz: I suppose you will.

Part Two

I swear, his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. He was stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching a woman with fascination in his eyes as she spoke about something or nothing, and I watched as his head lifted, almost like he’d been checking the doorway and just waiting for me to arrive. His teeth showed almost instantly, his dimples digging into his cheeks, and the colour of my own cheeks may as well have dyed the entire room pink. I was pretty much glued to my spot as I watched him politely bid his farewells and remove himself from the conversation, changing his wide grin to a tight smirk. He was dressed head to toe in black; a simple black shirt, black skinny jeans, and some heeled boots that gave him an extra boost of height that he didn’t necessarily need. “We meet again.” He smirked. “We do.” There was such a palpable shake in my voice, and I was ten times more nervous than I had been when he appeared at my front door in July. I raised my drink to my lips immediately, hoping it would play its role quickly. “You look amazing.” He commented. Of course, I then choked on my drink, quickly diminishing his compliment as red wine jammed down my throat and splattered into my face, rapidly whipping the glass away from my face and grimacing profusely. He was calm and chuckling as he hit my back a few time, staring down to me with an endeared grin as I attempted to find some control, wiping the wine off my face and despising myself. “For fuck sake, Haz.” “What?” “Don’t compliment me!” I demanded. “Why?” “Because it makes me… weird. You make me weird.” “Well, I’m sorry.” He held up both hands in surrender. “I didn’t realise I had that effect on you.” “I actually think you’re well aware of the effect you have on me, and you love it, and that’s why you do it.” He shrugged, a cocky look on his face as he tried to act nonchalant about the fact that I knew his damn game and it was entirely successful. He reached his hand to my face, gently rubbing his thumb to predictably get rid of a little splatter of wine that I hadn’t caught, eyes low. “Told you before… I like the colour you go when you blush.” He shrugged. “Looks good on you.” I slapped his hand away, scowling playfully at him and wondering where our night would take us. I attempted to drink my wine again, successful the second time around, hating that he held himself so close to me and looked down at me like that. He was insistent on making me weak and it fuelled him to see me struggling. “Where’s your drink?” I asked him. “Don’t have one.” “Don’t tell me you’re not drinking.” I groaned. “It’s barely fucking eight o’clock! I’m taking it steady, give me a chance.” He fought. I shook my head at him, my wine glass pressed against my bottom lip and disappointment in my eyes, and I stayed that way until he cracked, rolling his eyes and grabbing my hand and dragging me through to the dining room. We barely had a foot through the door when I heard an almighty squeal. My mother came bounding over to us with her arms already outstretched, just waiting to grab at Harry’s cheeks, which she did as soon as she reached him, pinching them and squishing them, but I swear Harry looked so damn happy. “You get taller every time I see you!” She squealed. “It’s the boots!” I butt in. “Don’t expose me!” He cried. “Nice to see you again, Susan.” I filtered out of their chat pretty quickly, my mum dragging on about how proud she and the whole village were of him, and about how she could still remember the first time I brought him around to our house and he’d called her Miss Lambert all night, no matter how many times she insisted that he call her Susan. I completely zoned out, and I just looked at him. I watched the way he interacted with her, his eyes full of kindness and his cheeks still a little pink from where she had grabbed them. I’d never been the type of person who could be casual with people. Maybe an all of nothing type of person. Harry was the first person that I’d spent one night with, had casual sex with, but I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t think I’d see much of him. I thought maybe we’d go years without seeing each other again. I could be casual with Harry because I had to be casual with Harry. Watching him interact with my mother, recalling the childhood we’d spent together, I felt the fucking opposite of casual.

Part Three

“Can I kiss you? At midnight?” Harry asked me. “I… I… What?” I mumbled. “Well we’ve done it before, might as well do it again.” He shrugged. We’d been glued at the hip all night, probably annoyingly so. We caught up with one another’s families, old friends, Harry had taken some pictures with people he didn’t know as well, and finally started drinking at some point, but we’d barely spent five minutes apart. We’d laughed and joked and talked and I’d eased with each passing second. It was almost like he got bored of my irregular calmness, and wanted to ruin it again. “You want to kiss me?” “Or I could go and find James Turner for you. I’m sure he’d love to make that rumour a reality.” I smacked his arm playfully, knowing that we were only a few minutes away from the countdown, meaning we were only a few minutes away from the kiss he was suggesting. I looked anywhere but into his eyes, glancing out to the room around us. “You don’t want to kiss me.” I shook my head. “Don’t I?” “It takes one person in this party who’s a fucking prick, to take a photo of us kissing and sell it on. Then even fucking Holmes Chapel is tainted for you. I’d hate that.” He moved so he could infiltrate my vision, standing dead ahead of me and making sure that I couldn’t avoid his gaze. I looked up to him hesitantly, seeing the strange look his face, like he was confused or contemplative. His brows were knitted tightly together, his lips almost pouted, slowly emitting a heavy sigh. “Little Lulu Lamb, I’ve actually never wanted to kiss you more than I do right now.” “Wh-what?” “That trust that I spoke about with you… back in July. It’s just… I dunno.” He dropped his head. “I’m just glad I was right. It’s nice to have someone I know I can trust. Weird, but nice.” People were beginning to flock towards the living room, pushing past us as we stared at one another, kind of ignoring the bustle around us as people prepared to group together and enter 2017. Once again, I thought about how much of an honour it was to possess his trust, and how I’d do anything to keep it. I wasn’t sure why he felt that way with me, but maybe there was just something between us, something we didn’t even really need to speak about, something I didn’t really need to prove or voice, but more just something he could feel. “I’m glad you trust me.” I choked, eventually. “So… No kiss?” “Unfortunately not.” He smiled, then ticked his head towards the crowd. “C’mon, lets join the troops.” We made our way to the crowd, Harry halting me at the back of the group by pinching his fingers at my waist, stood just behind me and pulling my body back into his. I could just about see the footage of London on the TV through the crowd, but when it reached the sixty second countdown, Harry began to snake his arms around my waist, balancing his chin on the top of my head, and I was sure things around me genuinely started to blur. He was holding me like we’d been that way together a million times, like our bodies just fit together naturally. It was such a simple way for our bodies to link, and yet it still made me feel woozy. I lolled my head back just slightly, flopping it against his chest and closing my eyes, his hands on my stomach making me feel sick, in the best, most confusing way imaginable. I joined in for the ten second countdown, trying to cloak the fact that I was near bloody breathless, and aching as his arms tightened even more, and he lowered his head so it was hovered over my shoulder, the two of us cheek to cheek. It took all my might not to turn my head and kiss him as soon as it struck midnight. My stomach jolted even more, watching the entire room erupt into happy celebrations, people hugging and kissing and sharing in the moment. Harry moved his lips to my ear, and his hot breath warped over my skin, goose-bumps working their way over my entire body. “Do you want to know what I’d been doing to you if we were alone?” He spoke, quiet enough to only reach my ears. “Harry-” I gasped, closing my eyes. “I’d have my lips on yours, my hand up your dress, my fingers feeling how wet you are for me. Because you are, aren’t you?” “Yes.” I whispered shakily. “Feel how hard I am for you.” He lowered one hand, pushing at the bottom of my stomach so my hips moved backwards, my arse pressing to his groin, feeling his dick pressed hard within the fabric, straining the material and pushing against me. My breath caught in my throat, pushing back even more without even meaning to, feeling the way his dick felt against me, and how that made me feel in return. “If we were on our own right now, I would be fucking you. Hard.” He continued. “You’re all I’ve thought about for months. I want to see you weak again. I want to see you on your knees.” I almost started whimpering, trying to be aware of our surroundings but just wishing we were on our own somewhere, back in my flat in fucking Swanage so that he could be doing everything he wanted to. He was thriving off the fact that he could say all this in a room full of people without being heard, where he could push me to my limit and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do. The room was beginning to calm down once more, so he took his final opportunity, gently latching his teeth on my earlobe, tugging harshly before completely detaching from me, leaving my stumbling back, my legs shaking. He came around and stood ahead of me as the room began to disperse, grabbing the bottle of beer from my trembling hand and taking a smug sip. “You’re going to kill me.” I managed to splutter. “Me?” He faked. “I didn’t do anything! I just wished you a Happy New Year!” “I hate you.” “I don’t believe that for a second.” He passed me my beer back over, holding it out low for me so that when I went to reach back for it, I had to look down, see the bulge in his jeans. His moves always seemed to be so calculated, so thought out, it made my head spin. That thought, and the sight, of course. I whipped my head back up to see his face, the way he lifted his brows, and smirked once more. “Am I that transparent?” I shuddered. “I can read you like a fucking book, Lamb.” I shook my head, forcing down a smile and hoping my cheeks weren’t once again turning into that colour he loved so much. “If I’m a lamb, you’re definitely a lion.” My words made him grin, sending the smile out towards the rest of the room momentarily before looking back to me, wetting his full lips, and once again leaving me breathless.

Part Four

“Can you believe we used to do this every day?” He tittered. He was walking me home, just like he used to do after school, when we’d wander down these same streets together, being just as mean to each other as we were then, pushing and poking fun. I would have never thought that we’d be doing the same thing so many years later, especially after everything that had changed. “It’s weird to think… Ten years ago, we were doing this same thing. Except, not drunk.” I giggled. “Fuck… That is weird! We’ve known each other for far too long. I should be bored of you by now.” “Bored of me? Do you get bored of people?” “Some.” He shrugged. “I think it’s one of the worst things about me. But… I don’t really have a middle ground. The ones who stick… they’re there forever, y’know?” “So when do you think you’ll get bored of me?” I asked, my heels clasped between my fingers and my bare feet slapping on the concrete. “I’m not sure I will, that’s the thing.” I shook off his words instantly with a shake of my head, because before that night and before July, we’d gone years without talking to each other. I didn’t think it was out of boredom, but more that the two of us could just naturally fall apart, and then fall back together. I wasn’t the type to stick. We were pretty quiet as we finally reached my home, the two of us looking up to the building I had grown up in, Harry digging his hands into his pockets. “So,” He swallowed. “Are we saying goodnight now? Or… is there still some of the night left?” “My room is bright pink and I have a single bed. I also have five Westlife posters.” “Fan of boybands?” He sneered. “Only Westlife. The rest are shit.” “Fuck you.” “So… I would love to, but… I also think that I would be so fucking embarrassed that I couldn’t fully enjoy myself.” I sighed honestly. “So…” “Lulu, please tell me you know that people often fuck in places other than bedrooms.” “What?” I gasped dramatically. “I had no idea!” He rolled his eyes at my sarcasm, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth, hiding a smile. He took a steady step towards me, eyes alight. “How many rooms does this house have that aren’t pink, and don’t have any Westlife posters?” “Uh… more so than do.” I quaked. “Then… maybe we could use one of those?” “And if my mum walks in?” I raised my brows. “Well… let’s hope she doesn’t grab my cheeks this time.” I let out a breathy laugh down to the floor, wishing I had some more gumption and an ability to say no to him, but I didn’t. I would have loved to be able to leave him hanging, wanting me and thinking of me, teasing him in the way he had done me all damn night, but I couldn’t. “Fine.” I sighed, defeated. “Come on then.” I got to see his satisfied smile grow before I turned on my heel, walking down the driveway and through the front door, locking up once he was finally indoors with me. “It looks exactly the same.” He sniggered. “Susan Lambert doesn’t like change so much.” I told him. “Do you want a drink?” “Yeah.” My mother was still at the party, thankfully, meaning the two of us didn’t need to whisper or hush our experience, and meaning that we had the house to ourselves, hopefully for as long as we’d need it. I walked into the kitchen, Harry on my heel as I approached the fridge, grabbing us both a bottle of beer before moving to the counter, reaching for the bottle opener in the hope of cracking our beers open, but my efforts fell flat. Harry appeared behind me, pushing my body with his so my hips crashing with a thud against the kitchen counter, his hands automatically moving to lift my dress, gathering it around my stomach as his lips worked down my neck, pushing himself against my bum. “I can’t explain how badly I want you.” He mumbled to my skin. “I can’t explain what you do to me.” He grunted against my neck, licking and biting sweetly at my skin, completely trapped between his tense body and the counter, moaning alongside his harsh touches, the bottle of beer falling from my hand and crashing onto the worktop. His fingers hooked through either side of my lace knickers, my neck snapping back. “Rip them off.” I gasped. “Harry, rip them, please.” The sound of the material snapping almost made me scream, Harry cursing harshly in my ear as he scrambled to undo his zipper, gasping and rushing through the process until I felt his hand push down at the top of my back, my body almost horizontal on the counter as he hitched my dress up one last time, and forced himself into me. “Fuck!” He gasped his relief. “Holy fuck.” He reached to lace his fingers through my hair before he began pushing, removing himself right to the tip before he’d thrust back into me, his grip on my hair hostile and beautiful. Pleasure worked its way through my body, biting my bottom lip and trying not to scream, my hipbones hurting as they crashed into the counter over and over again, likely to be leaving bruises but I didn’t even care. He felt amazing, fucking into me like that with no caution, no calmness. He fucked me like he was desperate, lost within the different man he became when it came to sex, the harsh contrast of the soft boy with the beaming smile to someone else, someone who would grip my hair and bend me over and fuck me in the way he did. I’d never known anything like it. He pulled at my hair, starting to drag me so that I was upright. I followed his lead, turning my head as he forced his lips onto mine, grunting fiercely to me, his hands moving to grab my waist. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” His rough love spurred my honesty. “Do you touch yourself, when you think of me?” “Yes.” “Show me.” I screamed as he turned my body around, picked me up by my waist and placed me onto the counter, spreading my legs for me as I lifted my dress to show him my wet heat, reaching down to myself as he took a step back so he could watch me clearly, the moonlight beating in through the window as he took hold of himself, licking his lips and pumping his hand. I closed my eyes and lost my senses, rubbing over myself with speed, my body jolting and my moans feeble, before hesitantly opening my eyes again, watching his quick movements as we pleasured ourselves in front of one another, his teeth trapping his bottom lip and his brows low. I fell silent as I pushed myself to finish, my whole body sparking shakes in a thousand different areas, feeling faint and lost for a moment before he spoke. “Taste me.” He groaned, his head falling back and his mouth falling open. “Please just… fuck.” My legs couldn’t carry my weight as I dropped from the counter and back onto the floor, trembling as then fell to my knees in front of him, grabbing my left hand around his leg so I could keep myself upright whilst my other hand reached for his dick, replacing the same movements of his hands for a few moments before I widened my mouth and took as much of him as I could, near choking on the size of him. His fingers once again found their way into my hair as I moved around him, slacking my jaw and tracing my tongue over the perfect lines of him, the taste bitter but sweet, a new form of pleasure working through me. The sound of his moans inspired me to look up to him, seeing that he was already looking down at me, and when our eyes met like that, he finished, his warm pleasure exploding into my mouth, gluing against my tongue and my tonsils. I pulled away so that he fell from my mouth, swallowing the juices as Harry fell down to his knees, cursing to himself once he was on the floor with me, weak and tired. Both on our knees, we stayed that way for a while, trying to breathe steadily, and my eyes kept flitting back to him, noting how perfect he looked whilst coming down from his high, and with sweat glistening his perfect skin. I giggled to myself as I fell even more, sprawling myself over the kitchen floor, facing the ceiling with my hand laying on my chest, feeling the way it crashed against its cage. Harry soon joined me, the two of us smiling together, side my side, gazing up to nothing. We lay that way for a while before he spoke. “I like us together.” He was still struggling to catch his breath. “What?” “We work well together.” “Fuck. I… Yeah. I guess we do.” Another few minutes passed, the two of us silently calming, the cold tiles warming beneath us as they became accustom to our bodies. Harry then lifted himself, leaning his weight on one elbow so he could gaze down to me, his temples pulsing. “You should come and see me.” “What?” “I’m gunna be in London for a while now. You should… come and see me.” “I… I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” He chuckled. “That just… feels intense.” “As opposed to tonight, where we’ve been really casual.” He joked. I broke eye contact with him, rubbing my hand over my eyes and trying to wrap my head around what he was suggesting. “You know what I mean.” I huffed. He moved my hand, forcing me to look back into his eyes, and I bit back to the truth. I refused to tell him that I couldn’t just feel casually about him, or see him as a friend I fucked occasionally. Going to London to see him couldn’t have been a wise option. And yet, that charm he possessed made him particularly hard to say no to. “Come and see me.” He said again. “Please.” He smiled a little, lips stretching into a shape I had to admire, still so pink then even the dark room couldn’t cast a shadow upon them. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft giggle, still shaking my head but caving. “Okay.” I sighed. “I’ll come and see you.”

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Auto Insurance Rates Increased for NO Reason?

Auto Insurance Rates Increased for NO Reason?

I was in an accident where the other driver was negligent. However, we both have the same insurance company. It s been nearly a year and since I ve been receiving the run around from them, I decided to get a lawyer. Once my lawyer contacted them, 2 weeks later my bimonthly bill went up about $15 (over $30/month). Keep in mind, that for nearly a year my rates remained the same but less than 3 weeks after my lawyer contacted them, up the rates went. Is this normal? Is this illegal? Should I inform my lawyer of this shady action?

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I was in an accident where the other driver was negligent. However, we both have the same insurance company. It s been nearly a year and since I ve been receiving the run around from them, I decided to get a lawyer. Once my lawyer contacted them, 2 weeks later my bimonthly bill went up about $15 (over $30/month). Keep in mind, that for nearly a year my rates remained the same but less than 3 weeks after my lawyer contacted them, up the rates went. Is this normal? Is this illegal? Should I inform my lawyer of this shady action?

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I was in an accident where the other driver was negligent. However, we both have the same insurance company. It s been nearly a year and since I ve been receiving the run around from them, I decided to get a lawyer. Once my lawyer contacted them, 2 weeks later my bimonthly bill went up about $15 (over $30/month). Keep in mind, that for nearly a year my rates remained the same but less than 3 weeks after my lawyer contacted them, up the rates went. Is this normal? Is this illegal? Should I inform my lawyer of this shady action?

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Yes, Serendipity! Part 1

Because of the lack of a better title, I’ll just call it Yes, Serendipity!

So it has been over a week since I was in Japan for Cinderella Girls 5th LIVE TOUR Serendipity Parade!!! and up until the moment of writing this, I am still gathering my thoughts about the whole experience. Honestly, somehow it still feels very surreal to me and I still can’t believe I was there, on such a big venue to watch the Cinderella Girls perform live.

I will (probably) have too much to say and I want to write out properly instead of spamming my twitter with all the ramblings, so I thought that I should just write it out on one big post in my dead tumblr blog. I also thought that it’d be a pretty funny memory to look back to one day. A fair warning that this post is long, rambly and likely full of grammatical mistakes so I apologize to whoever reads it in advance.

Before anything else, I want to start with an introduction about myself. Since I gained a few followers this month, I feel like this is a good time to know me a little bit better, how I became a Producer and ended up in CG5th, etc. I go by the name “chun” on the internet, and that’s the only name I’ve used ever since aside from my real name. I started following anime religiously back in 2012 when I started this anime blog though my interest at the time was nowhere near idols, if some of my old tumblr friends read this then they know what I was into back then. I did have a bit of interest in seiyuu back then though I didn’t follow them as seriously, seiyuu like Kondou Takashi, Sawashiro Miyuki, and Tsuda Kenjirou to name a few but my interest have now shifted to more female seiyuus like Sumipe, Matsueri, and Shimayuki. Contrary to what most people think, I haven’t been a Producer for a long time like most of the Ps that I have encountered, I’ve only been a fan for a little over a year and a half though I’ve been aware of iDOLM@STER ever since my young anime days but didn’t care about idols at all.

To be honest, like most “how I got into x series/franchise” stories go, I also never really saw myself getting into iDOLM@STER or any idol stuff in general until I got into Love Live. And yes, I was a huge Love Liver way before I became a Producer, just to get that out there. I’m going to skip the whole Love Liver part, but basically I finally took notice of iDOLM@STER in 2015 though I still couldn’t get into it back then because I was a filthy Love Liver (see this tweet). I even tried Deresute when it released but I was too deep into SIF that time so I just shrugged it off since I had my hands full with different mobage. It wasn’t until my friend convinced me to play Deresute again cause an Anya event was coming which is what got me to play Deresute continuously up until now. I’ll talk about how I became an AnyaP in a separate post when her birthday comes around, but basically he knew I liked Anya despite not being into CG at the time. So I picked up the game again and eventually it led to my fall to Deresute then ultimately to CG, this was also around Final Live so I guess it somehow came off as me being “traitor” to the other series, but thinking about it now I don’t really regret it.

I did try to actively support both series but I knew it was impossible for me to like both equally, eventually I would have lesser time for one series while I dedicate all my time to the other. Since I got interested into CG by the time µ’s was ending, it was also around the time when they started pushing so much Aqours stuff, I had to pick between getting into Aqours or diving deeper into CG. Naturally, it was an easy decision for me (nothing against Aqours, they are good but I couldn’t bring myself to like them fully as much as I did with µ’s). I guess you can say everything fell into place at the right time? It’s kind of silly actually, one of the main reasons I’m so deep into CG right now is all thanks to Love Live. Now that I think about it, I would often get into friendly arguments with the same friend who got me interested into CG about the usual LL vs. iM@S debate and it’s funny how I moved over to the other side now and he became an Aqours fan instead, how the tables have turned as they say. This is just one of the silly reasons why I got into CG though, one of the main hook that got me was the anime which then eventually got me interested in all the idols (and seiyuu).

I know a lot of people dislike DereAni because of the emotional baggage and unnecessary drama it brings, but I personally really loved it and up until now I still rewatch it and get the same feelings like when I watched it for the first time. Through the anime, I feel like I got to see another part of the idols’ lives, personalities, and feelings that I didn’t get to see in the games or any other media. Because of the anime, I feel like I got a bit closer to Anya and I got to know her more since there is barely translated content for the CG games and it’s not only Anya, the same applies for all the other idols too.

I eventually found myself replacing my entire playlist full of Love Live! songs to all Cinderella Girls. I still remember the first song that got me hooked on their music was Rin’s version of S(mile)ING!, I couldn’t stop looping it for a couple of weeks until I found another song to listen to which was Yuubae Present (still remains to be one of my favorite songs until now). Shortly after that I got into more of the anime songs and the rest was history.

Which leads me to getting to know the seiyuu of Cinderella Girls, I genuinely want to get to know them better through whatever content is out there. Since I’m considerably a new fan, there is so much content to catch up on and I feel like I’ll never get tired about getting to know all of their unique and colorful personalities. I know it’s not humanly possible for me to actively support them all, but I still try what I can to appreciate the things they do (be it solo work or for CG) and do little things like watching anime they’re in or simply sending tweets of support to them. At the very least, I know a little bit of basic stuff about all the CGs from names/nicknames, the characters they voice, etc. so that’s something.

And now I’ve covered most stuff about myself and how I became a P, I’ll now talk about what really made me want to go to CG5th. To be honest, it was a far-fetched dream that I never knew would become a reality. My CG5th plans were already in the works as early as November 2016, nothing was announced back then but my desire to go to a CG live was so strong at the time that I didn’t care about the circumstances and just “yolo’d” it. I’ve read all of the writeups, tweets from the kaigai Ps who went to CG4th, I’ve seen the drawings from some Japanese Ps, and the seiyuu pictures and tweets from 4th which all the more fueled my desire to go. Before anything else was announced, I talked with Oxide about which places and dates that we could most likely go to and I told him that Osaka or Tokyo around July was the best possible scenario for me so I was planning somewhere around that. Fast forward to January 2017 (or was it February) when they announced the locations, dates, and performers for the first 3 stops which ruined all the planning that I had in mind. There was no ideal scenario for me, Anya was in the Sendai stop and it was happening as early as the 2nd week of May which I 100% couldn’t go to due to it being thesis period. The next one was the Ishikawa stop which had a lot of personal favorites in it but I wasn’t sure if it was something that I REALLY wanted to fly for so I decided to wait it out, the same goes for the Osaka stop. By the way, I was only limited to go to 1 stop of the whole tour so I really had to choose wisely on which stop did I want to fly for.

Ultimately, I wanted to have the best CG live experience so I decided to go in blindly for the SSA stop. I knew I couldn’t do this half-heartedly, that’s why as early as February (only the dates for SSA was announced this time), I already booked my flights in order to fully commit myself to it. It was a moment of no turning back, I figured that no matter what kind of crazy cast they put out, I would still like it. Honestly didn’t expect the cast to be so crazy that it had over 60 performers for a 2-day live, so even though there was no ideal scenario for me, I feel like this god-tier cast was enough to compensate for that. I could talk more about my “road to SSA” experience, but this post has already gotten crazy long so I will cut it off here.

To conclude this post, I hope that whoever is reading this got to know me a little bit better and how I ended up to where I am now. The next post, I will talk more about the “road to SSA”, CG5th buppan, and up until Day 1 of SSA maybe.

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                                             She is Elhrine

At midnight in my room :)

My room is slightly lightened by the candle from my desk that’s in front of me, a diffuse light, warm, enough for you to discover me relaxed in the armchair, smiling and looking at you :) Well, hello there, welcome:) I place my left hand on my belly, touching the softness of my transparent nightdress just with my fingertips and I bend forward into a slightly reverance I’m Elhrine, very nice to meet you, I hope :), will try to say few things about me :)

I let myself again abandoned in the armchair, my long blonde hair rests on my shoulders and the ends of it touching gently my hips Will start with my attitude ... I can’t say much things because I do not have a certain one :) the bottom part of my nightdress splits in two, letting my legs fully exposed when I place one leg over another My way to be with people will depend by two things: with who I come in contact and what I will talk. I let one hand to rest on my leg and look straight at you I can only say that I’m a human, and as one I have all those reactions, emotions that comes with this :). I turn my gaze slowly at the astrey, my pack of cigarettes is right near it Good and bad ones I bend from my wist to grab it, my generous decolletage touches slightly the side of the desk, I stop a moment But do not worry, I am a friendly person I smile and grab the pack and come back to my relaxed position .

I pull one of the cigarettes out with my lips More about me? Immm ... I smoke :) I light it with my lighter and take a deep drag I’m here to relax, enjoy, discover, I keep the smoke, not yet the time to exhale, and my attention runs to my cleavage, I see it ... that necklace..I touch it and smile I will not use my time to feed argues or any kind of drama My attention goes to you, measuring you from up till down If you start that I will walk away :) I bite my lower lip and blow slowly the smoke , vanishing in the room Just like this :)

I tap the cigarette to the side of the astrey The base of every type of relation? I let it there Friendship, and for this I choose quality over quantity watching the smoke waltz in my room and touching my leg at the same time, feeling the tip of my nails gently caressing I will have few friends, I pass the other hand through my hair and pass it all on one shoulder letting the other one exposed and maybe fewer will remain in my friendlist from those few :) , I let my fingertips reach to my cheek, touching it if I will have you in my friendlist, because maybe you seem to be nice, and I will notice that ... go lower to my nape, shoulder you are not capable to say even a ”hello” and you just added me to have one more person in your list or just to make invites for some parties , my nails follow the cleavage line until stop at the neckline of my night dress I will remove you without any warning :) I pass the hand over it and let it to rest in my lap if I like a place/event I will come by myself, I have a good memory for my likes smile to you I seek friendhip on long term .

I look down and draw lines with my nails on legs, I see the ends the of my hair almost touching them Humans, mistakes  I spin them on my fingers Chances and forgiveness so long, so soft,I do offer second chance to people, it isn t endless I smile and looks kindly at you I will give you the third one I point playfully to you and pull little bit my hair in my play If you made a progress after the second I giggle and my gaze explores again my body, few hair spikes cover the necklace between my cleavage Not working even with the third? I try to reach it, playing with my fingers betwen my cleavage and spikes of hair to touch it Then is time to give myself a chance for the better and to pass over your chances :)  I grin at you, as I know that sometimes I might stop at the first chance.

I open the shelt of my desk and I grab the fluffy colorful ball of my kitten I am polite with people. But do not confuse my politness with respect, for that is a very long way. I squeeze it in my hand and play with it on my legs So many ask it but actually without doing anything to deserve them, I throw it in the air and I miss catching it is not your right to receive them, actually you need to deserve them. And do not forget, what you gain with so much effort you may loose it in few seconds, falls in my lap and I startle when I feel it there, the better way is not to pretend being someone that you aren’t. I blush and bite my lips covering it with my hands.

I put the ball back in the shelt as I see I don t handle with it so well I m not for sex in here, I passed over that curiosity since I played my first Adult Social Game. I take again the cigarette for the last smoke Yes I am aware that is based on sexuality but everyone decide how they want to play it. shy touches my lips, tip of my tongue Not the sexual poses keeps me in those kind of games, so even if you see me in locations that are for sex do not presume I want to have sex. I drag a thick puff of smoke into my mouth and hold it there I like to explore lacations, to enjoy the place. my mouth opens slowly into the O shape I m not saying now I do not use the sexual poses, I do, but only with the right person, with who I have a connection. I close my eyes and blow smoke rings into the ceiling exposing my neck.

That was all for now I stand up and bend forward to blow over the candle Useful or not for you, I enjoyed my time spent with you I blush slightly Writing is always good I grab an elastic and I catch my hair into a messy bun For sure I did mistakes not being my native language, but you know, practicing and practicing, I ll be better in time :) I make few steps to reach closer to the window I hope my profile will e useful for both of us, not to loose our time if we do not have same interests :) my heels hear so loudly in the night, my long blonde hair caresses my back with each stept I make. Good night to you I smile while looking outside, branches and drop rains striking gently my window, and that smell of fresh rain coming inside through the open window,I close my eyes .... Thank you for reading!:)

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ten books you should read

april 17, 2017

hello all! welcome back to another theme week post! today I’m going to be sharing ten books that you should read. the list contains some of my favorite books, as well as loved ones I’ve recommended to friends.

I decided to be a bit extra with this post. along with the title and author of the novel, I included a summary, and a link to the book’s amazon page. I thought this would be helpful so you could read other people’s reviews and maybe even purchase your own copy! you can visit the amazon page by clicking in the title of the book.

I hope you enjoy! in case you need to catch up on any of the other posts, you can visit the official tag for this theme week by clicking here.

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1. the outsiders by s.e. hinton – according to ponyboy, there are two kinds of people in the world: greasers and socs. a soc (short for “social”) has money, can get away with just about anything, and has an attitude longer than a limousine. a greaser, on the other hand, always lives on the outside and needs to watch his back. ponyboy is a greaser, and he’s always been proud of it, even willing to rumble against a gang of socs for the sake of his fellow greasers–until one terrible night when his friend johnny kills a soc. the murder gets under ponyboy’s skin, causing his bifurcated world to crumble and teaching him that pain feels the same whether a soc or a greaser.

2. capricious by gabrielle pendergast  – ella’s grade-eleven year was a disaster, but as summer approaches, things are looking up. she’s back together with her brooding boyfriend, samir, although they both want to keep that a secret. she’s also best buddies with david and still not entirely sure about making him boyfriend number two. though part of her wants to conform to high school norms, the temptation to be radical is just too great. managing two secret boyfriends proves harder than ella expected, especially when samir and david face separate family crises, and ella finds herself at the center of an emotional maelstrom. someone will get hurt. someone risks losing true love. someone might finally learn that self-serving actions can have public consequences. And that someone is ella.

3. winger by andrew smith – ryan dean west is a fourteen-year-old junior at a boarding school for rich kids. he’s living in opportunity hall, the dorm for troublemakers, and rooming with the biggest bully on the rugby team. and he’s madly in love with his best friend annie, who thinks of him as a little boy. ryan dean manages to survive life’s complications with the help of his sense of humor, rugby buddies, and his penchant for doodling comics. but when the unthinkable happens, he has to figure out how to hold on to what’s important, even when it feels like everything has fallen apart. filled with hand-drawn infographics and illustrations and told in a pitch-perfect voice, this realistic depiction of a teen’s experience strikes an exceptional balance of hilarious and heartbreaking.

4. rumble fish by s.e. hinton – rusty james wants to be just like his big brother motorcycle boy - tough enough to be respected by everyone in the neighborhood. but motorcycle boy is also smart, so smart that rusty james relies on him to bail him out of trouble. The brothers are inseparable, and motorcycle boy will always be there to watch his back, so there’s nothing to worry about, right? or so rusty james believes, until his world falls apart and motorcycle boy isn’t there to pick up the pieces.

5. we all looked up by tommy wallach – four high school seniors put their hopes, hearts, and humanity on the line as an asteroid hurtles toward earth in this contemporary novel. they always say that high school is the best time of your life. peter, the star basketball player at his school, is worried “they” might actually be right. meanwhile eliza can’t wait to escape seattle—and her reputation—and perfect-on-paper anita wonders if admission to princeton is worth the price of abandoning her real dreams. andy, for his part, doesn’t understand all the fuss about college and career—the future can wait. or can it? because it turns out the future is hurtling through space with the potential to wipe out life on earth. as these four seniors—along with the rest of the planet—wait to see what damage an asteroid will cause, they must abandon all thoughts of the future and decide how they’re going to spend what remains of the present.

6. aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz – aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. when the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. but as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. and it is through this friendship that ari and dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.

7. that was then, this is now by s.e. hinton – companion to the outsiders, that was then, this is now is s.e. hinton’s moving portrait of the bond between best friends bryon and mark and the tensions that develop between them as they begin to grow up and grow apart.

8. I’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson – at first, jude and her twin brother are noahandjude; inseparable. noah draws constantly and is falling in love with the charismatic boy next door, while daredevil jude wears red-red lipstick, cliff-dives, and does all the talking for both of them.  years later, they are barely speaking. something has happened to change the twins in different yet equally devastating ways … but then jude meets an intriguing, irresistible boy and a mysterious new mentor. the early years are noah’s to tell; the later years are jude’s. but they each have only half the story, and if they can only find their way back to one another, they’ll have a chance to remake their world.

9. looking for alaska by john green –  miles “pudge” halter is done with his safe life at home. his whole life has been one big non-event, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave “the great perhaps” even more. he heads off to the sometimes crazy and anything-but-boring world of culver creek boarding school, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. because down the hall is alaska young. the gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed up, and utterly fascinating alaska young. she is an event unto herself. she pulls pudge into her world, launches him into the great perhaps, and steals his heart. then… . after. nothing is ever the same.

10. an abundance of katherines by john green – katherine v thought boys were gross. katherine x just wanted to be friends. katherine xviii dumped him in an e-mail. k-19 broke his heart. when it comes to relationships, colin singleton’s type happens to be girls named katherine. and when it comes to girls named katherine, colin is always getting dumped. nineteen times, to be exact. on a road trip miles from home, this anagram-happy, washed-up child prodigy has ten thousand dollars in his pocket, a bloodthirsty feral hog on his trail, and an overweight, judge judy-loving best friend riding shotgun–but no katherines. colin is on a mission to prove the theorem of underlying katherine predictability, which he hopes will predict the future of any relationship, avenge dumpees everywhere, and finally win him the girl. love, friendship, and a dead austro-hungarian archduke add up to surprising and heart-changing conclusions in this ingeniously layered comic novel about reinventing oneself.

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My room is slightly lightened by the candle from my desk that’s in front of me, a diffuse light, warm, enough for you to discover me relaxed in the armchair, smiling and looking at you :) Well, hello there, welcome:) I place my left hand on my belly, touching the softness of my transparent nightdress just with my fingertips and I bend forward into a slightly reverance I’m Elhrine, very nice to meet you, I hope :), will try to say few things about me :)

I let myself again abandoned in the armchair, my long blonde hair rests on my shoulders and the ends of it touching gently my hips Will start with my attitude ... I can’t say much things because I do not have a certain one :) the bottom part of my nightdress splits in two, letting my legs fully exposed when I place one leg over another My way to be with people will depend by two things: with who I come in contact and what I will talk. I let one hand to rest on my leg and look straight at you I can only say that I’m a human, and as one I have all those reactions, emotions that comes with this :). I turn my gaze slowly at the astrey, my pack of cigarettes is right near it Good and bad ones I bend from my wist to grab it, my generous decolletage touches slightly the side of the desk, I stop a moment But do not worry, I am a friendly person I smile and grab the pack and come back to my relaxed position .

I pull one of the cigarettes out with my lips More about me? Immm ... I smoke :) I light it with my lighter and take a deep drag I’m here to relax, enjoy, discover, I keep the smoke, not yet the time to exhale, and my attention runs to my cleavage, I see it ... that necklace..I touch it and smile I will not use my time to feed argues or any kind of drama My attention goes to you, measuring you from up till down If you start that I will walk away :) I bite my lower lip and blow slowly the smoke , vanishing in the room Just like this :)

I tap the cigarette to the side of the astrey The base of every type of relation? I let it there Friendship, and for this I choose quality over quantity watching the smoke waltz in my room and touching my leg at the same time, feeling the tip of my nails gently caressing I will have few friends, I pass the other hand through my hair and pass it all on one shoulder letting the other one exposed and maybe fewer will remain in my friendlist from those few :) , I let my fingertips reach to my cheek, touching itif I will have you in my friendlist, because maybe you seem to be nice, and I will notice that ... go lower to my nape, shoulder you are not capable to say even a ”hello” and you just added me to have one more person in your list or just to make invites , my nails follow the cleavage line until stop at the neckline of my night dress I will remove you without any warning :) I pass the hand over it and let it to rest in my lap if I like a place/event I will come by myself, I have a good memory for my likes smile to you I seek friendhip on long term .

I look down and draw lines with my nails on legs, I see the ends the of my hair almost touching themHumans, mistakes  I spin them on my fingers Chances and forgiveness so long, so soft,I do offer second chance to people, it isn t endless I smile and looks kindly at you I will give you the third one I point playfully to you and pull little bit my hair in my play If you made a progress after the second I giggle and my gaze explores again my body, few hair spikes cover the necklace between my cleavage Not working even with the third? I try to reach it, playing with my fingers betwen my cleavage and spikes of hair to touch itThen is time to give myself a chance for the better and to pass over your chances :)  I grin at you, as I know that sometimes I might stop at the first chance.

I open the shelt of my desk and I grab the fluffy colorful ball of my kitten I am polite with people. But the thing is, I will not offer you respect and trust because you ask. I squeeze it in my hand and play with it on my legs So many ask them but actually without doing anything to deserve them, I throw it in the air and I miss catching it is not your right to receive them, actually you need to deserve them. And do not forget, what you gain with so much effort you may loose it in few seconds, falls in my lap and I startle when I feel it there, the better way is not to pretend being someone that you aren’t. I blush and bite my lips covering it with my hands.

I put the ball back in the shelt as I see I don t handle with it so well I m not for sex in here, I passed over that curiosity since I played my first Adult Social Game. I take again the cigarette for the last smoke Yes I am aware that is based on sexuality but everyone decide how they want to play it. shy touches my lips, tip of my tongue Not the sexual poses keeps me in those kind of games, so even if you see me in locations that are for sex do not presume I want to have sex. I drag a thick puff of smoke into my mouth and hold it there I like to explore lacations, to enjoy the place. my mouth opens slowly into the O shape I m not saying now I do not use the sexual poses, I do, but only with the right person, with who I have a connection. I close my eyes and blow smoke rings into the ceiling exposing my neck.

That was all for now I stand up and bend forward to blow over the candle Useful or not for you, I enjoyed my time spent with you I blush slightly Writing is always good I grab an elastic and I catch my hair into a messy bun For sure I did mistakes not being my native language, but you know, practicing and practicing, I ll be better in time :) I make few steps to reach closer to the window I hope my profile will e useful for both of us, not to loose our time if we do not have same interests :) my heels hear so loudly in the night, my long blonde hair caresses my back with each stept I make. Good night to you I smile while looking outside, branches and drop rains striking gently my window, and that smell of fresh rain coming inside through the open window,I close my eyes .... Thank you for reading!:)