#if you saw this twice it's because I put it on the wrong blog at first oops

[dapperdragon-ao3]

Shockingly, Aloy did recognize the face of the man lying peacefully on his back in the cryopod. She felt sour regret in the back of her throat, almost wishing she hadn’t come here at all; this was the last--scratch that, the second to last Old One she would have wanted to meet in person. The last Old One she would have wanted to meet was Ted Faro, and she was pretty sure that if she had accidentally opened up a flash-frozen Theodor “Ted” Faro in some basement of an ancient ruin, she would have kicked it back into the wall and left.

No; what she had instead was Travis Tate.

[storusangel]

yayy okay so let's talk about dp with bullies satosugu but it's an au where they're both demons and reader is a pretty angel

gojo and geto like to have a little fun tormenting innocent humans, but lately their plans have been "ruined" by reader

she spoils their fun because it's her duty to protect humans but also because she's kinda hoping to get the boys' attention

they come up with a plan to surprise her and finally give her what she wants: to have her cute angel holes filled by her favorite bullies 💦🩷

a/n: omg nonny i haven’t written in ages and this is my first req after redoing my whole blog and im sososo happy you shared this thot with me im literally creaming

cw: dom!satosugu, sub!reader, multiple orgasms (reader), overstim, pet names (princess, baby, sweet/pretty/good girl), slight degradation, sprinkle of praise, double penetration (1 hole), cunnilingus, 'toru slaps your cunt twice, he also "slaps" your face once, oral (m! and f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification (sorry i couldn't help myself), MDNI, lmk if i missed anything!!

w/c: 1.4k

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru are the WORST! They make your life as the resident caring angel so hard :( They’re always prancing around toying with oblivious humans.

Before they met you, their antics were occasional and spontaneous. But when they first saw you swoop down and save the poor innocent soul they had been messing with, they knew they had to see you again. Even if that meant going out of their way to torment more humans than they were interested in doing.

And they knew you were enjoying it. Not enjoying saving the humans, but enjoying seeing Satoru and Suguru. The two men were constantly bored and aching for a new plaything, those plain humans just weren’t cutting it anymore. They needed to get their hands on you and that sweet cunt you’d been hiding from them.

They also knew you were too shy to say anything. You were just a pretty little angel trying to stop two big, mean devils from harming the one thing you had sworn to protect. So of course, they kept on with their torments towards those inferior humans. And you, of course, kept coming in to save the day.

“That’s enough! Don’t you guys think it’s time you give those poor humans a break. They haven’t done anything to you” You scolded, putting up a horrible act of pretending you weren’t enjoying their company.

Deep down all three of you knew that something was bound to happen soon. You were all reaching your breaking point. Soon enough they’d give you exactly what you want from them, and they would take exactly what they want from you.

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru wouldn’t be able to hold the title of devils if they weren’t as good as they were in teasing you and slowly breaking you down into the perfect pet for them. But to do that, they’d need you to open up first. What better way to coax a kind hearted angel out of her shell than to surprise her?

As you laid down on your back against the plush expanse of your bed, you wondered why you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Satoru and Suguru. It had been an entire week of peace and quiet; something you weren’t used to and something you didn’t miss.

You didn’t enjoy seeing pure-hearted humans get hurt by them, but you did enjoy the way Satoru and Suguru looked at you when you scolded them. Like they were going to eat you up and, God, you wished they would.

Pulling a pillow over your head you groaned. “Aww poor baby, somethin’ wrong?” A muffled voice called out from your right. A voice that sounded a lot like….Satoru? “She must’ve missed us. I think she likes us more than she’d like to admit” Another voice calls out, this time from your left and the sound is similar to the honeyed voice of Suguru.

Amidst your confusion, the pillow you had used to cover your face was ripped from your hands and lo and behold were the two missing men. Before you can stop yourself, you whined out a quiet “I missed you”. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they had missed you too. And that they definitely had something planned for you.

“Yeah, baby? You missed us? Fuck, we missed you too. Our sweet, little angel. Always pretending she’s coming down to save those worthless humans when she really just wants to be near us.” Satoru starts.

“No- No I” This time, you’re cut off by Suguru. “Don’t be like that pretty girl. We missed you too. In fact, Satoru and I wanna show you how much we missed you”.

You couldn’t believe it. You’ve waited for so long for them to finally give you what you’d been craving since the day you saved the first human they tormented. Were you dreaming? Were you in heaven? No, of course not. Devils aren’t allowed in heaven. This was hell.

Everything happens so suddenly. You're flipped on your hands and knees, Satoru behind you and the tent in Suguru’s pants is right in front of your face just begging to be touched. Before you can even pick a hand up to unzip Suguru, you feel a large hand flip your skirt up followed by two long digits rubbing against your clothed pussy.

Another whine escapes your lips as Satoru’s ring and middle finger draw tight circles around your clit from above your panties. When Satoru finally drags your panties down and off your ankles is when Suguru speaks up again. “C’mon princess, don’t keep me waiting. We’ve been so patient with you. Don’t make us be mean to you on our first day. Or would you like that?”

The whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. Suguru drops his boxers and jeans, kicking them off as fast as he can. “Kiss the tip baby- Fuck, that’s it. Good girl” The praise is sent straight between your legs and a chuckle from Satoru lets you know he felt your needy cunt clench around his fingers. 

“You like that, baby? You wanna be praised? But you’re acting like such a slut. What kind of angel lets two devils use her like this? Oh sweet girl, you’re so wet. You like when I’m mean to you?” You want to say no, you want to tell him it isn’t true (it is true), but Suguru shoves himself farther down your throat, a guttural groan sending vibrations all over your body. 

You’re so focused on trying to take Suguru down your throat that you don’t realize Satoru getting impatient. A sharp slap on your clit brings your attention back to Satoru. You barely get out a “S’toruuuu” before he does it again. Another cross between a moan and a whine leaves your mouth causing Suguru to buck his hips into your face. 

Satoru can tell you’re getting distracted again, but this time he opts to wrap his soft tongue around your clit while his ring and middle finger slip inside your wet folds, scissoring you open. They’re both so overwhelming, Satoru behind you slurping away at your sweet pussy and Suguru wrapping a hand around your head and pulling it back and forth on his dick. 

And then as if they were connected telepathically, they both pull away at the same time. Your head is spinning, the only thing on your mind is making sure you end the night with them stuffing you full of their cum. 

Satoru leans back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back facing Suguru. And finally, finally, he slowly sinks you down on his fat length. It’s already too much for you but Suguru is right behind him, they’ve waited long enough. You can take them both. As soon as you’ve settled down on Satoru, Suguru is pushing into you. 

“W-Wait, fuucckkk, ‘s too much! Too big!” You cry out, but the two devils don’t seem to care. They buck their hips into yours, the room filled with echoes of your whines and moans of “C-Can’t”, “Wan’ more” and “Please d-don’t stop”. Soon enough you’re not talking at all. You’ve cum more times than you can count. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle. 

Your eyes have rolled into your head and the only thing you can think of is Satoru and Suguru and Suguru and Satoru. A light slap on the right side of your face gets you to look at Satoru but he can tell from that far-away look in your eyes that you aren’t completely here anymore. That’s okay though. He knows he wanted this, he knows Suguru wanted this, and he for sure knows that you needed this.

“Suguru, shit, I think our sweet, little angel has gone dumb” A groan is heard from the other man. “Fuck, what slut. She takes us so well.” G-Gonna cum soon” A response is heard almost immediately “M-Me too. You gonna cum for us one more time, pretty girl?” Suguru’s hand snakes around your waist to use a finger of his to rub fast and messy circles around your puffy clit. 

No longer able to respond, you arch your back further into Satoru causing your head to lean back on Sugurus shoulder as you whine out in overstimulation. Their thrusts become erratic and you know they’re getting closer and closer and finally they fill you up as you cum. The sticky, sweaty smell of sex overwhelms your senses. Another tap is felt on your shoulder, “Hey pretty, let’s get you cleaned up”

[joojeans]

&team hyung line: top 5 kinks

request: sorry idk if u answered this b4 but what kinks do u think &team would be into? >.<

a/n: if you follow my multi writing blog you're probably familiar with this format lol

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

k

dumbification - i talk a lot about k tying his ego to his sex life a lot and that's just because i'm right ok. it's like the one area he's allowed to get a big head without worrying about it being toxic. and seeing you a literal mess because of him? he makes you feel so good and so overwhelmed that you can't get your words out and you're either literally or figuratively drooling for him? yeah. that does it for him.

finger sucking - the stars in his eyes and the smirk on his face when you so willingly open your mouth for his fingers and suck on them. what wouldn't you let him do? this is just one of many ways he reminds you both that you're his, even at the most subconscious level.

quickies - k gets random bursts of very high energy and he needs an outlet for them. his favorite method is draining himself by fucking you like an animal in heat for a hot second. (obligatory ha ha animal in heat reference)

temperature play - tbh, it's just fun watching how you respond when he drops hot wax on your stomach or holds an ice cube in his mouth and traces a line down the front of your body. he loves anything that pulls a reaction out of you.

orgasm denial (giving) - this one is a twofer. he likes denying your orgasm because of how you beg him to give it to you. oh, you want him that bad? you need him that bad?

fuma

pet play - i mean... duh. we all saw this coming. fuma loves everything about pet play: how cute you look, how well you behave for him, how trusted and reliable he feels. he'll take it very seriously, too. i'm talking regular trips to buy new accessories, even toys. regular walks, of course. love of head pats for his best pet.

body worship - fuma likes this both ways. when he's feeling particularly lovey, he'll take his time cherishing every part of your body. and when he's feeling like he wants to be in control, he'll talk you through how to worship his body properly–the way he deserves.

breeding - this man will not hesitate to put a baby in you omg. of course, he wouldn't do this with just anyone or under any circumstances, but if you're right and the conditions are right, you don't have to ask twice. even if neither of you are wanting an actual baby, he will be breeding you as if you'll be getting one anyway.

restraints - sometimes he just wants you to lay there and take what he gives you. he takes such good care of you, after all.

roleplay - he is too good at this. he doesn't get giggly and drop character–he's taking his role seriously. he likes that he gets to figure out how to fuck you differently depending on the context of your characters.

nicholas

praise (receiving) - don't get me wrong, nicholas will be praising you too. but hearing you praise him? otherworldly. he could almost live off the high of that alone. he wants to know that he's your most special, most perfect boy and how much you enjoy being with him.

phone sex - hhhhh nicholas's deep voice. if there's one thing about nicholas, he knows his strengths. he knows his voice is one of them. he loves knowing he can make you squirm just by talking to you. and he loves frustrating himself because he always wants more, but he gets off on forcing himself to settle for just this.

choking (receiving) - nicholas likes to be completely and totally bare with you. he wants vulnerability in its entirety. what is more vulnerable than symbolically putting his life in your hands? he gets intoxicated by the feeling.

voyeurism - this isn't something you two get to do often because of the nature of it, but it's hot. he likes to watch other people fucking while he whispers in your ear, asking if you would like it if he did this too. if you would moan for him like that if he did that too.

lingerie - let him play dress up with you just so he can task himself with the delicious challenge of making love to you without messing up his masterpiece.

euijoo

dry humping/clothed sex - two reasons for this other than it just feels good tbh. 1) euijoo is sensitive so sometimes he gets aroused in a big way pretty quickly so everything can move a bit fast. 2) this usually doesn't come with a direct initiation from either of you. it just kinda... happens. he loves that.

marking - he likes to be marked more than he likes to mark, but both happen. when he marks you, it's like a proud little "look at what i did" moment and that's so cute dsfsaf. when you mark him (somewhere he doesn't have to hide it, please), he gets literal goosebumps every time he admires it in the mirror. instant arousal.

overstimulation - this also goes both ways. like i said, he's sensitive. it's easy to overstimulate him. he likes letting go of the control and the perfection he strives for every day like this. it forces him to. and when he does it to you, it's a huge boost to his self confidence. i'm being so serious when i say that overstimulating you in the bedroom translates to more confidence in his everyday life.

size kink - euijoo is always trying to grow as a person. he wants to be more self-assured, more assertive. his size over you is one of the ways that he feels like a man. he knows it would be easy to impose himself on you. he can see it in your eyes. any time he's able to use his size to his advantage with you, it's like a switch flips.

hair pulling (receiving) - telling him he's doing a good job with a nonverbal communication like this that also feels good? yes please. don't be shy to pull harder.

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[saerins]

─── 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍-𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

+ michael kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, kaiser is persistent lol, making out, suggestive

notes: idk babes …. hopefully i didn’t butcher him <3 running back to sae after this 🫡 kaiser lovers, enjoy the one and only kaiser fic on my blog !! hehe

summary: kaiser has more reason to visit his regular cafe spot now. and he’s not gonna quit until he makes you his.

kaiser thinks you’re pretty.

call him stupid or superficial or whatever, but he can’t help it. he walks over to the far end of the counter where you’re working, staring intently at the latte art you’re doing.

it’s horrible. you’re probably new. figures, because he lives right above in the apartment complex and he’s never seen you here before. it’s a damn crime.

“i want a flat white cappuccino, hot, and could you make it with a heart on top?”

you furrow your brows and look up at him, his elbows propped on the stainless steel countertop, cheeky smirk filling his face. you continue wearing your straight expression as you go back to the task at hand.

“i’m not the waiter. you can ask mimiko, she’s the one at the register.”

kaiser doesn’t know her either. she must be new too.

you’re not that friendly. not that kaiser minds; he’ll break through your walls. that’s his personal challenge. he’ll do it.

“but i wanna talk to you.”

still unamused, you sigh and look at him, putting down your frother.

“get in line.”

“hey y/n!”

kaiser’s still optimistic after the failed fifth attempt. he managed to get your name from mimiko when you finally made him go away that first day he saw you. to which you groaned, but kaiser only grinned.

today’s no different. you frown when he walks in, immediately relegating to the back corner of the bar. too bad though, kaiser’s got charms, he’s made quick friends with everyone else here plus he has the famous soccer player privilege so your other colleagues love him.

that’s why he manages to get behind the counter in no time, saying he’ll help work the register. but really, he has no clue what to do and he’s just dilly-dallying around you.

“no, real talk, why do you hate me so much?” kaiser asks, not really bothered but more curious.

you don’t even take him seriously. you’ve looked at him probably about twice this entire day, and one time wasn’t even by choice; it was only because kaiser was blocking your path to the fridge and wouldn’t budge unless you said please. (you didn’t. you just glared at him until he moved.)

“i don’t like your hair.”

“hey, what’s wrong with my hair?”

you shrug. “just don’t like it.”

“okay but what about my tattoos, you like those right?”

kaiser moves to adjust his shirt to let you see but you walk off.

“not really.”

he sighs, you’re really hard to get close to, he’ll give you that. but he’s not one to give up.

before kaiser can say anything else, a bunch of girls from the counter call your name, and he sees you smile for the first time since he’s met you and he feels even more hooked on you.

the control you have over him is pretty insane, and it’s only because kaiser allows it.

you and your friends talk about normal stuff. they’re asking how work’s going and you say it’s fine—just that there’s an annoying guy that won’t quit talking to you.

“wow, fifth date and you’re already telling your friends about me?” kaiser interjects, putting an arm around your shoulder and greeting your friends. he’s positive you’re seething right now, but he continues on. “hey there, you can call me kaiser.”

as your friends blush and introduce themselves, all kaiser notices is how you don’t push him away like you always used to upon first contact. so hey, maybe he is making progress after all.

“so, barista y/n l/n, what’re your plans for today?”

it’s been two months since you started working in the cafe, and it’s been two months since kaiser’s relentless pursuit. he’s not backing down though.

“well, player michael kaiser, that’s none of your business,” you absentmindedly respond as you clean the glass in your hand with the cloth and put it back up on the shelf.

lucky for him, mimiko is on his side.

“our dear y/n has a blind date tonight,” she coos, getting a sigh out of you and winking at kaiser.

“first of all, i’m not a player,” kaiser makes sure to tell you, hurriedly making his way behind the counter as if he owns the place. “second of all, who’s the guy?”

you press your lips into a firm line and repeat yourself, “none of your business, kaiser.”

“but it is.”

“why the hell would it be?”

kaiser pouts. “because i like you.”

it takes you a while to respond, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i’ve been nothing but mean to you, you sure you’re not just a masochist?”

that’s a blatant lie, kaiser knows. he knows you’re not actually mean, you just have a sharp tongue.

kaiser notices how you notice him—placing three sugars in his coffee and doing it for him whenever you make it. adding to that; you personally make all of kaiser’s drinks instead of handing it to the other barista, and you make little hearts on top. (at first he thought you might’ve really wanted to poison him, but hey, he’s alive so probably not.) he knows you give someone else the horrible latte art and give him the nicer one you do. he knows how you’ve never actually been mean to him aside from saying you hated his hair and tattoos. (but then he also caught you staring at the rose that one time so maybe you don’t.)

“nope, pretty sure i like you,” kaiser affirms, because in the sunlight he thinks your invisible halo is shining and he’d be a lot more lovestruck now if half of him wasn’t upset that you’re going to go on a blind date when he can’t even score alone time with you.

“what’s his name?” he asks you again, when you don’t respond to him.

it’s about a half hour till closing, he’ll have the whole time to pitch himself to you, maybe. score a date or something. hell, maybe he’ll even convince you not to go on the—

“y/n, right?”

kaiser whips his head to the side to see your supposed date already here.

“i’m yukimiya kenyu,” he’s shaking your hand and you’re actually smiling. at a guy. do you smile at anyone as long as they’re not kaiser? “ready to go?”

“she has another half hour to go, idiot,” kaiser lets slip, catching a warning glare from you.

yukimiya grins sheepishly at the animosity, but you’re quick to defuse the tension. “actually i get off a half hour early today so i’m good to go,” you tell yukimiya, ignoring kaiser behind you. “just let me get my bag and we can go, okay?”

while you’re in the back clocking out, kaiser glares at your date, who’s leaning against the counter and scrolling through his socials. he’s clean, neat, looks like he could be a model. is that your type? kaiser can do that too, does he need to show you all the endorsement deals he’s done?

you leave without saying goodbye, laser focused on yukimiya and whatever the fuck he’s saying and kaiser has never felt more irritated.

“so, how’s your date with pretty boy?”

that’s mimiko asking, because kaiser is still a little pouty even a week later.

“it was fine, we’re into a lot of the same stuff apparently.”

kaiser’s still hovering around you though, because it’s off-season and he’s going to spend every moment he can chasing you. you’re not making it easy though. you’re still giving him the cold shoulder sometimes.

“when’s the next date?”

kaiser is too focused on the thin air he’s staring into to notice you briefly throwing him a quick glance.

“don’t know if there is one, honestly.”

that manages to get kaiser’s attention, his mood immediately perking up and eyes now fully focused on you.

“why not? thought you guys had a lot in common or whatever,” kaiser half-mocks, still a little salty. (which is a little funny to you, considering what kind of person he is in the soccer world.)

you roll your eyes and sigh, moving to keep all the cutleries that you’ve just shined. “don’t know,” you tell them, “maybe because when i was on the date i kept thinking of this annoying guy i know.”

kaiser freezes up. did you really just say that? he’s going to take a shot and just assume he’s the only annoying guy you know. no one should take that position from him.

from the side, mimiko slowly shuffles away, leaving the two of you alone by the coffee machine.

“so… does that mean you’re giving annoying guy a shot?” kaiser’s grinning from ear to ear now, and it’s probably infectious because you’re trying to suppress a grin too.

“maybe, but if he screws it up i’m done with him.”

you’re still trying to act fierce, but it’s too late because kaiser can see through it now. you’re really just a softie inside, aren’t you?

“then are you free this weekend?”

you look at him for the first time with no disinterest in your eyes, like you’re really looking at him now. “what for?”

kaiser smirks. “annoying guy is gonna take you out for the best first date of your life.”

kaiser doesn’t know if he succeeded. but hey, it’s been three hours since the date started and you haven’t run away yet so he must be doing okay.

he takes you to the amusement park first, because one time when you were idly chattering away with mimiko he heard you saying you haven’t been to one in ages. so here you are, on the third rollercoaster ride and you’re having so much fun kaiser’s proud of himself.

turns out you’re surprisingly nice to be around when you’re not being such a grouch. kaiser’s only liking you even more now. likes you even when you’re so excited to eat the corn dog that you get mustard on your face—that only means he gets to wipe it off. likes you also when you bat your pretty eyelashes at him so he’d win you that bunny toy you like in the claw machine.

“so, how am i doing?” kaiser asks when he escorts you to his car—next stop is dinner.

you hum, taking a bite of the big unicorn candy floss in your hand. “a solid six.”

kaiser clicks his tongue in faux annoyance, “it’ll be an eleven by the end of tonight.”

you laugh again and kaiser thinks all this work is worth it. he opens the car door for you, makes sure the aircon isn’t too cold that you freeze, lets you play your music in his car.

you’re kind of the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, but then again he might be biased. but who cares? you’re also kind of one of the most annoying, but you think the same of him. and you’re not scared of jumping into anything, he can tell because when he pulls up in a parking lot outside of the restaurant, he tells you he wants to kiss you kinda.

your answer?

kaiser never really expected you to agree. but you do; because you climb over to the driver’s seat and settle on his lap, your lips inches away and a smirk forming on your face when you see he’s taken off guard.

“want me to kiss you, kaiser?” you’re teasing him, and he thinks you’ve never looked hotter. he can feel your breath against his lips and fuck your lips are so so close and he wants to taste you so so bad.

but then he remembers who he is and straightens up, cursing himself for letting himself be so flustered into submission. “only if the lady wants it.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes and moving to open his side of the door, “well, if you don’t wanna—”

kaiser closes the door as soon as it opens and turns you to face him, “fuck, just kiss me already.”

the two of you hold onto each other, his hands around your waist and entangled in your hair, his lips gentle and rough on yours both at the same time. you taste sweet, must be all that candy floss you ate. he wants to taste more of you. the little sounds you make when you’re almost out of breath? music to his fucking ears. he’s so whipped for you and he hates you for it. but he also loves you for being like this, for being you.

you’re the first to pull away, smirking and biting your lower lip as you keep your index finger on his lips, separating him from you. “how was that, kaiser?” he doesn’t think you can sound more seductive if you tried.

“y/n l/n, you drive me insane.”

kaiser can’t even focus on dinner after that.

fourth date in and kaiser’s fucking pathetic.

really, he can’t even remember ever being this pathetic because you’ve got him wrapped around your cute little pinky finger.

“what’re you staring at, perv?” you ask, catching him staring as you’re idly flipping through the channels.

it’s a lazy sunday in, you and kaiser are at his apartment, on his bed, watching movies. kaiser sighs because ness walked in on the both of you earlier and even though he’s more than happy to show you off, he’s not looking forward to the interrogation that will unfold.

“staring at your stupid pretty face,” kaiser says, and you avert your gaze, pouting, which kaiser has found out two days ago is just to subvert from your embarrassment.

“hey, when’re you leaving for the champions league again?”

“next week, why?”

you deadpan at him, “what, not gonna invite me to something?”

kaiser stares at you for a minute, dumbfounded, before laughing. that must be the first time ever that you’re asking him for something. up until now, it’s always been him.

“you know what, forget i asked,” you grumble, pouting even more and kaiser has to peck a kiss on your lips from how adorable he thinks you’re being.

“fuck, you’re cute,” he thinks out loud, and you look away.

it’s not like the both of you are together, he thinks, as his finger moves up and down your arms, watching as the goosebumps appear and disappear. but kaiser whatever this situation is, kaiser wants it. he wants this and more and he’s so far gone in you and he doesn’t mind.

“you better be in the front row, okay?” kaiser tells you that night, resuming that conversation. you move to straddle him instead and relish in how he’s dragging his eyes all over your body.

“yes, sir.”

fuck, you really do drive him fucking insane.

kaiser finds it sexy, how you’re in the front row at one of his matches, how you’re wearing a jersey with his name and number on it, how he knows you’re cheering for him and him only.

he invites you to all of his games, puts you up in his hotel, sneaks you around so you won’t be under the public eye. it’s thrilling, and you’re still the same you, beautiful, gorgeous, kind.

you’re still not together, but now he’s sure where he’s headed with you. after six months of whatever this is, he thinks you’d kill him if you weren’t sure. and kaiser thinks you’re just waiting for him, so he’s going to make it memorable.

so, so memorable.

his team makes it to the finals, and with noel noa leading everyone, it’s no surprise they win. the bleachers go wild, everyone is chanting the club cheer, fanning their merch wildly.

kaiser is being pounced on by ness and his other teammates, so is noel. but kaiser pushes through it, weaves out of it, and he’s headed straight to you.

in front of everyone in the stadium, in front of international television, kaiser is running across the field and making his way to you.

kaiser is fast and persistent and so pathetic because he’s so into you and all he knows is he wants you around. for a long time, and forever, if he dare say. so he throws his legs over the railing and kisses you without hesitation, the entire crowd going wild.

he’s kissing you, slow and smiling against your lips and you’re holding onto his arms and fuck you’re so perfect.

“well,” you say when kaiser finally pulls away, his hand still on the back of your neck, “that’s one way to make things public.”

kaiser chuckles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “now the whole world knows you’re mine,” he says, aware that everyone on his team is probably passing money around because he’s sure they bet on when he’d finally make you his girlfriend.

“you’re crazy, michael kaiser.”

yeah, but you love him, don’t you?

he loves you too, by the way.

kaiser pulls away and winks at you right before he gets ready to get back to his team.

“guess i’ll have to top this when i ask you to marry me, huh?”

[cowgirlfawn]

FREAK SHOW 🩰

^ྀི plot: your best friend finds your tumblr where you’ve been posting…questionable things about him

^ྀི warnings: fem!reader, she’s like just weird and sensitive ??, smut, friends to lovers, oral (r!receiving), reader posts about wanting to be used by suguru, no use of y/n .

^ྀི wc: 1.2k

^ྀི notes: this one is for the sensitive chronic tumblr posting girlies!

you’re tumblr was your safe space, you could post whatever you wanted there without anyone knowing . you posted your outfits and your random thoughts . it was truly a place where you could be yourself, all your mutuals were just as raw as you

your best friend, suguru, was oblivious to it . he had no idea you even had tumblr . even though you two were as close as can be you really couldn’t show him your tumblr, why? because over the past couple months you’d been posting rather questioning things, thoughts but they were—sexual, and to be specific they were about him

you would rather die then let suguru know you had a raging crush on him

it was a quiet tuesday, suguru was hanging out on your couch with you, your head rested on his shoulder as you scrolled on your phone, his arm around your shoulder . you opened tumblr and suguru noticed, to your knowledge he had no idea you had tumblr, but turns out you were wrong . he knew and he was determined to get your user, he needed to know what you were posting

he paid attention to your profile, he saw your theme, god it was so you . he tilted his head and finally got your username, now he had something to do tonight . you noticed his eyes glued to your phone, “hey! are you spying on me?!” you lifted your head to look at him . “no!” he raised his hands in defence

“you were! what did you see?” he shook his head at your question, “i saw nothing! i swear!” you narrowed your eyes at him . “fine, i believe you” he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair . the rest of the night was peaceful, suguru went home and practically jumped to his laptop . he sat down on his couch and typed in “tumblr.com” in google

he singed in and now he could finally see what you were posting, he put in your username and found you, ha! you used a fake name so no one would find you . yet he did . he stared at your page for a while, looking at your intro and your theme . everything was really like your personality, he scrolled down and the first post was just you talking about new clothes

as deeper he scrolled he got to the darker stuff, well maybe now dark but the…horny stuff . whining about being sexually frustrated or in your words “needing dick”, specifically your best friend's, but he hadn’t gotten to that yet! it looked like your posted a lot so it took him a while to scroll down to when he finally saw the first hint of who you liked

“i want him so bad”

was all it said, who? who did you want? and why did he feel a bit jealous . as he scrolled he saw more and more about “him”, one post caught his eye “i wish my best friend would just use me:<“ something he never would have expected from you . he scrolled a little more before accidentally liking a post from months ago, panic set in and he immediately took the like off

you got the notification that “sugu00” liked your post and you knew it was him, then you received a text from him

sugu🫶

“sorry”

fuck . you were in deep shit

the next couple of days there was no interaction between the two of you, he didn’t text you and you didn’t text him . he kept stalking your blog, he even had your notifications on . he noticed that you posted less, but you still made sure to rant at least two times a day . he watched you change your theme to something slightly different almost twice a day . his blog was blank, he didn’t have “time” nor the will to change it

everything was going well till suguru suddenly got the urge to talk to you, not text you, but to talk to you . so he made his way to your apartment, he had a spare key so he just unlocked the door and stepped inside . he shut the door behind him, he immediately noticed his dimly lit your house was and how your door was closed . he called out your name once . then twice . he heard shuffling from behind your bedroom door and it clicked open

he stood in front of you . your hair was dripping wet from your recent shower, you pjs sticking to your damp skin . “hey” he coughed out, “hi” you said in a weak tone, as if you didn’t want to talk to him . “i saw your post about…me” your breath hitched, “oh…i figured” you cleared your throat, “can i come inside your room?” you nodded and stepped aside

he walked in and noticed the only thing on was a couple lamps, your room like the rest of the house was not very bright . had you just been sulking these days? he sat down on your bed, “so...” he trailed off . “i’m sorry you had to see those posts” your voice cracked mid sentence as you felt tears well in your eyes . his head perked up, “hey don’t worry, i knew that you—had feelings for me, i just didn’t know they were so…extreme”

you started to sob, your freshly done makeup going to waste, “i’m sorry” you chanted, he walked over to you and brought you into a hug . “you want me to make you feel better? to make it all go away?” you looked up at him and nodded

he brought you to your bed and laid you down, he tugged on your pj shorts, “can I?” you just nodded, “words, baby” he taunted, “yes, you can” he pulled them down and your lacy panties with a little bow on them caught his eyes, “awh” he looked up at your embarrassed face, “oh c’mon, i think it’s cute” he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt, the feeling earring a whimper from you

“so sensitive” he teased, he oh so slowly pulled your panties down, your dripping pussy coming into sight, “there we go” he licked a stipe from the bottom of your slit to your clit, “ngh!” you moaned out, “sugu don’t tease me!” you whined and he chuckled . “you ever had someone fuck you?” you shook your head, he nodded in an understanding manner

“can i be your first?” you giggled, “yes, please” you practically begged . he kissed your clit before attaching his mouth to it, sucking on it harshly . your head flew back and you moaned, “sugu!” his fingers made they’re way to your hole, he slipped one the two in . your warm gummy walls wrapped tightly around them, he curled them as his tongue flicked your clit . he pumped his fingers in and out of you, with every movement a small noise escaped your throat

you felt a feeling bubble up in your stomach, “so close” you mumbled, he continued his pace, flicking his tongue . you felt yourself clench around his digits and cum, your eyes shut tight and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth . “that’s it” he praised, your legs shook as you came down from your high . you felt tears sting in your eyes and suguru put your clothes back on

“what’s wrong?” he whispered as he cuddled up against you, holding you tight . “i love you”

you confessed, “like a lot” you sobbed into the sleeve of his sweater . “hey it’s okay, i love you too” he placed gentle kisses on your head as your crying slowly stopped and was replaced with a light snore

[junipers-archive]

i just read your recent Spencer Reid fic and ugh, I’m absolutely in love with your writing, do you think you could write something about him having a crush on the pilot who flies the BAU jet?

OMG sorry this is so late and it took me so long to get to this request but i hope i did it justice!! {this needs to become a consistent au on my blog!}

word count: 500

"Sorry for the delay! The maintenance engineers are just making sure the plane will be completely compliant with the controls." You're smiling brightly as you enter the cabin of the plane where sits the team you've just recently started flying for.

"I-Its really no problem! If you'd like I could help- I-I have a phd in engineering and I could-" Spencer, who you've only known for about two months now stops abruptly. Much to your dismay because the way the ends of his eyes crinkled and grin spread had butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Looking around you see why, Morgan is just barley containing his smile behind his fist, whilst Hotch has seen to busying himself with the files.

"Uh-Actually sure that would be great Dr.Reid!" You're trying to break the awkwardness but the way he gets up and trips over part of the carpet has you struggling to contain a giggle.

And he is just... starstruck everytime he see's you. Always so taken by how beautiful you look, especially in your pilots uniform.

Once you're outside once more you take the alone time as a chance to finally get to know the young doctor.

"So-uh with all the phds, I'd guess you were a professor of some kind?"

"Uh-yea-yea-well not really" he was trying his best to keep his cool but the flush that continued to return to his cheeks eveytime he was in your presence seemed persistent.

"I-I was scouted after completing my last one by the BAU and put to work with several other high functioning fbi workers-of course I skipped the well to do training in combat because-"

He stopped abruptly, which made you immediately frown. "What's wrong?"

He glances at you surprised, "Sorry, its just I tend to ramble-and it makes people uncomftorable and- and- I'm doing again aren't I?"

You stop and turn to him in a very serious manner that has him standing straighter, "You are not a burden. Do not apologize for having a brain that functions twice as fast as others. Ever."

And if he wasn't in love with you before, he definitely is now. But before he gets to quite literally confess said love or at least ask you on a date the maintenance engineers are hollering for your attention.

With a quick smile you turn to leave, but before you turn completely you see the unsettled dissapointment you're about to leave the young doctor with and decide to be a little more forward that you usually are. Stepping towards his quite fast, you give him a peck on the cheek and walk off with a grin spread wide across your face.

And Spencer, well he doesn't care that Morgan and Rossi just saw the interaction, or that he'll be teased for possibly the next years to come for the dumbfounded expression across his face at the moment because you kissed him. On the cheek maybe. But still. It counts, right?

[doberbutts]

My apologies about the weird ask! I saw pictures of ballet dancers bloody feet and let it color my view of it, figured if its painful for people with five toes it would be hell for anyone with more than that. Not that they couldn’t or shouldn’t do it, but that it’d be harsher on their feet. As someone who has wide feet that has a hard time with pointed shoes I was wincing 😅 sorry again should’ve kept it to myself

Oh, you're talking about images like this?

Tbh this is fairly extreme and mostly you see this with ill-fitting shoes or with professionals who don't give their feet a break (bc they can't, bc this is their livelihood). Dancing small time competitions in the local rec center shouldn't do this to your feet unless your shoes really suck or your instructor is very hard on you (by ballet standards- ballet instructors are stereotypically fairly tough anyway).

However, ballet does permanently change the way your foot is shaped and the way your joints work.

Not just your feet but your whole body. Especially when started very young, so since I started at 4 and I have a bazillion things wrong with me anyway I was kind of pre-destined to have some problems from ballet later in life. Don't get me wrong, there were also many benefits, and I LIKE ballet, but ballet and foot problems later in life kind of go hand in hand regardless of what your foot was shaped like when you were born.

It's a rigorous discipline and people don't take it seriously because it's seen as hyperfeminine and also because they see how effortless the dancers make the moves look, and they don't see the work it takes to create that visual. So it's very shocking when non-dancers happen upon images or discussions of the drawbacks.

As said before, I never went en pointe due to ankle weakness I couldn't quite fix, so that photo where her ankle is bent at an extreme angle? Yeah my instructor wouldn't let me go en pointe bc she was afraid I'd snap the bones in my ankle the second I tried that move. Ballet flats aren't nearly as bad on your feet as pointe shoes (pointe shoes are in each of those photos), so it wasn't the shoe itself that beat up my feet but the wear and tear of executing the dance moves.

These are flats- much more flexible than pointe shoes and what young children learn on before their skill and development reaches a safe point to graduate to pointe shoes. They're really just a piece of soft leather or satin held on by a stretchy band. Little kids should never be in pointe shoes and I genuinely caution anyone whose instructor told them it was safe before hitting double digits to find a different instructor for whatever kid before they do massive, permanent damage to their feet. Pretty much every medical study out there says you should be at least 11, and preferably 13-15, before you move off of flats.

My instructor believed the same. I stopped ballet because I was tested twice before being allowed to go en pointe and both times failed due to ankle weakness, at about 13-15. So in high school I switched disciplines because otherwise I'd be a teenager dancing with a bunch of little kids still in flats.

THAT BEING SAID I do feel the need to clarify that I have not had extra toes or fingers after my first week of life, because they were banded pretty much immediately after birth and fell off shortly thereafter. So I wasn't some 6-toed kid forcing myself into an unforgiving wooden shoe, I was a 5-toed kid in effectively soft leather moccasins that just happened to have slightly wider feet than you'd expect. I'm not putting photos of my feet on this blog but unless I point it out you wouldn't really be able to tell I was born with extras until I show you the remnants of the little "shelf" where the extras would have grown out of.

I do appreciate the concern- just keep in mind how it might be coming across next time.

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 17- Mirror sex w/ Hyunjin+ chan

⤷ warnings: oral(m), unprotected sex, some angst, crying, fem!reader dom!hyunjin dom!Chan,

⤷ word count:1.3k

Taglist — @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix @conwunder @jazzyluuv

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

You don't know why you feel this way, like you were almost worthless. Spending most of your free time in bed, avoiding any reflective surface. Every time you saw yourself you felt like you could vomit.

You had the day off, thank god. With your two boyfriends at work and your nature to always think you're bothering someone you choose to ignore the feeling, bundling up in your bed with some music blasting through your ears.

You had your playlist on shuffle, though you didn't know how long you've been listening to music. You come across a sad song and instantly start crying. Like all your emotions came down on you.

What you didn't know is that hyunjin and chan came home. When they stepped into the room and heard your cries their hearts broke.

They slowly walked over to you, sitting on the bed. The sudden dip in the bed jerks your body up looking at why the bed moved. Looking up to see your boyfriends looking you in your eye.

"What's wrong princess?" Chan speaks up first, rubbing your arm.

"Nothing, just tired" you were foolish if you thought you could fool them.

"You know you can tell us anything right? Please just tell us." You hear hyunjin whisper. Encasing his hand with yours.

You ponder for a second, wondering if you should actually tell them. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Eyes slowing turning bloodshot red once more.

"I-" you barely manage to get a word out before you dip your head back into the mattress crying again.

Chan and hyunjin share a look, peering back down at you. Hyunjin lifts you up slightly from the bed into his lap while chan goes to get some water.

"Hey baby, talk to me" hyunjin taps your thighs. Once, twice to ground you, or try to.

"Let's wait for channie to come back hm?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing your head into his chest patiently waiting for chan to come back.

As he comes back he turns your face to his,

"Drink." He holds the glass to your mouth. Tilting some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The crying stopped, though you can't help sniffle every once in a while.

"Can you tell us what happened now?" Chan brings tissue, gently wiping your face from any stray tears.

"Just don't feel pretty enough."

"Why didn't you tell us? You know we are always here for you right baby?" he noticed the stutter in your voice, frown becoming more apparent.

He didn't even let you finish your sentence he cuts you off.

"How about this, go take a shower and come back okay?"

"Okay" you get up and go straight into the bathroom. Maybe you really needed the shower. The warmness of the water taking a whole bunch of stress off your shoulders.

When you were about to get you, you realized you forgot a towel. Not wanting to walk out naked even though it's nothing they haven't seen.

"Hyune?" You shout down the hall, asking him to bring a towel for you. What you didn't expect was to be pressed against the counter, the only thing separating you guys is the cloth.

"You're so pretty you know that?" He leans further into you causing you to arch your back over the sink.

"Am I?"

"Prettiest" he leans in to give you a soft kiss before tossing you a pink set.

"We have a surprise for you darling, why don't you put this on hm? He whispers before shutting the door.

You look at the fabric he gave you; a lingerie set. You're favorite because of all the straps, with the heart in the middle of the brallete. You put it on, still wrapping the towel around your body as you walk out the room.

You open your bedroom door, seeing hyunjin and chan peer their heads over to you.

"Sit." Chan says patting the empty space on the bed in-between them.

You tried walking the the towel still on but getting a stern look from Chan instead. You slowly take it off, sitting on the bed covering your chest.

"Let us play with you hm? You've been so good." Hyunjin removed your hands, lightly pushing you back.

Their apartments bedroom had a mirror installed on their ceiling, they didn't mind it. They had to real reason to use it. Not until they met you.

When you joined them, they thought the mirror was perfect. Using it to make you shy anytime you guys were intimate.

When you look up, you can see your reflection. You can tell hyunjin wants to touch by the way he's caressing your exposed skin.

He leans in to pepper kisses on your neck. You feel the bed dip once more, looking up to see chan at your side.

'keep your eyes up and open 'kay?" He presses his lips against yours, tilting your head up for better access.

You felt hyunjin sneak his hands into your panties, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly. Spending little time at your clit before plunging two fingers into you.

"Eyes open or we will stop." With each enunciation of his words, he curls his fingers up causing you to close your eyes but opening them quickly again.

"Good girl, doing such a good job already" chan praises, leaving more marks. Ones left earlier fading.

Hyunjin goes at a steady pace, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You try and close you thighs, pleasure becoming too much for you.

"Nuh uh," hyunjin lowers his hand to lightly slap your thighs bringing them to open again.

"M' sorry, gonna cum." You clench down on his fingers, cumming as he curls his fingers up once more.

"She's been so good right chan?" Hyunjin says as he turned you over on all fours.

"Think we should give her a reward hm?" Chan mumbles, repositioning himself. Crotch infront of your face.

You stare at him then back at his crotch,

"Hyung I think she wants to suck you off, such a dirty girl hm?" Hyunjin takes off his pants and underwear. Jerking his cock before placing it at your hole.

"Gonna take it like a good slut right?"

"y-yes" the feeling of his tip against your folds tantalizing.

"Good" hyunjin whispers as he pushes in, hands finding your waist.

As hyunjin moves his hips you see chan pull down his shorts, just above where he needs to pull his cock out.

He taps the tip, leaking with his precum against your lips. "Open up baby" easing into your mouth. His hands gravitating towards your neck. Simply resting it there.

"Look at her, taking cock in two holes. Must be desperate tonight clenching on my cock like that" hyunjin moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Take us so good s-shit" you feel chans tip reach the back of your throat, gagging around his cock. Throat closing in over his cock. You could feel every twitch of his cock, both of theirs even.

"Gonna make me cum baby" hyunjin grabs your breast, needing the plush flesh in between his hands.

You had no warning when chan came, the feeling of warm salty liquid filling your mouth. He pulls out plugging your mouth with his thumb.

"Swallow." Some split out, but you managed to swallow majority of it. Sticking out your tongue after.

His fingers go down towards your clit, rubbing figure 8's on it.

"Cumming!" You feel liquid pool down your thighs, dripping down ever so slowly. Not telling who's copious amount of fluids is who's.

"Making me cum like a good girl fuck" hyunjins movements falter, becoming erratic trying to ride out his own high. He pulls out soon after chan, lying down next to you.

"Prettiest girl in the world."

[ducklooney]

"Ah s**t, here we go again."

I have absolutely no interest in who likes what and who thinks what, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but this is stupid to make a wiki blog called "Loathsome Characters Wiki" and put everyone you don't like here. What is your frustration?

All in all, yes there are plenty of characters in cartoons, comics, video games, anime, manga and other media where they are really bad and boring, but they wouldn't be characters if they didn't have their flaws. There are some bad and some good versions of the characters. Well, now the problem is that supposedly "bad" versions of those characters were put on that blog, even though there is nothing to hate about them. I mean why put Mugman from The Cuphead Show here: https://loathsomecharacters.miraheze.org/wiki/Blog:Mugman_(The_Cuphead_Show!)

But the worst problem is that I saw that the author of that Wiki blog listed Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck from Quack Pack and Donald Duck from Mickey Mouse Cartoons by Paul Rudish among the obnoxious characters. What makes them disgusting? I've watched both series, and I'm a Quack Pack fan myself, and I've never seen the characters being obnoxious anywhere. There may have been moments where they behaved badly, but a character should have his flaws and correct them, not be a Gary Stue or a Mary Sue. Donald Duck did treat Mickey badly in the first episode "No Service", and it's normal to be jealous of him in certain things, but in the end Donald lost to Mickey. Yes, there were bad moments with him, but he changed and what I liked is that Donald is a really good person in Mickey Mouse Cartoons and what's good is that he didn't remain the butt-monkey he was in Mickey Mouse Works and House of Mouse. And he cannot be flanderized at all in the first seasons, because flanderization usually happens in later seasons, not in the first seasons. So to say that Donald from MMC and WWOMM (Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse) is a loathsome character is wrong. Also, check out this episode where Donald isn't as nasty to Mickey as he seems to be and it's Mickey's own fault for putting Donald in danger: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7O22GuSc58

Split Decision is called that episode.

As for Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck from Quack Pack, they put too much on the 1990s settings, but if they turned off the 1990s and only looked at their personalities, it would be really cool, that is, in my opinion, their good characterizations appeared in puberty. Maybe the only version where I see them growing up. It's true that in certain episodes they misbehaved with Donald and played bad tricks on him (episodes like "Can't Take a Yolk" and "Duck Quake"), but they got their karma back from Unca Donald when he got revenge on them via trolling or setting it to turbo level with the earthquake machine produced by Ludwig von Drake. Donald taught them a lesson in the end, although he also did stupid things that got his karma back (that's how bad luck works). And they're not assholes except Huey, he is. But to say that they don't respect their uncle is idiotic, because every time their uncle was in trouble, they decided to save him, just like Uncle Donald did them every time. And their dynamic relationship worked really well as a father-son relationship, and Donald was a really great parent to them. Otherwise worse situations between Donald and his nephews were in classic shorts and old comics. So they are spouting too much nonsense for that site, which probably didn't even watch the series properly. And Donald's nephews were not flanderized because every episode showed the good and bright points of those characters. Too bad there aren't more episodes or comics about them. And yes, there are worse versions of Donald's nephews than the Quack Pack, especially if you look at House of Mouse and Mickey's Twice Upon A Christmas. Still for me the Quack Pack of Donald's nephews is the best version of them after the classic version from the OG Ducktales, Carl Barks, Dutch and Italian comics.

Not to mention how that author also put Daisy Duck from House of Mouse as an abomination, which is really unacceptable. I'm not against different opinions, but this is idiotic. So everyone I don't like is a disgusting character? Lol. All in all just put the reaction of Peter Griffin from Family Guy saying, "Oh my God! Who the hell cares!" and I don't care what certain people with problems have to say nor do I care what others say. So much so that we can close already this time around the unnecessary hatred towards Donald and Donald's nephews, which makes absolutely no sense. It's a good thing that the Quack Pack hate has lessened and that the series and fandom has become popular again unlike before. And yes I like Donald from Mickey Mouse Cartoons by Paul Rudish and Huey, Dewey and Louie from Quack Pack.

If you like this meme and agree with me, feel free to like and reblog this!

[ssamou]

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whenever you realize.

i'll be the one to make a comment about everything happening lately since it is mostly centered around me and the fact you're meant to be my member. i don't feel comfortable doing this without explaining why it was done, it just wouldn't sit right with me.

so, this is going to be rather long if you (or anyone else) cares to read it.

originally you made yunjin for me so i could finally have a member after two years of having this blog. i thought yunjin would fit you, i really did. you didn't want anyone to know it was you.. and despite me being best friends with most of the people you lied to, i chose to keep your privacy and not say anything. i did this because i was in a similar situation where i didn't want anyone to know who i was, simply so i could start over after a lot of negative things happened to me. or.. at least i thought that was your reasoning at the time.

at first it was fine. i was excited to have chaewon's canonically best friend. but then, you started tying yourself up in a web of lies for a reason i couldn't understand. the more i was around in different servers, the more i saw you talking to yourself or about yourself as nearly three different people. you kept lying to the friends i cared a lot about on how all three of those people were different. when i came and approached you about this, you then even lied to me about how the third person was your friend and not you. i knew this was a lie instantly because it's very obvious in the way you type and your tone, who you are and aren't.

given the situation i decided to come clean to jeongguk and namjoon. we have a chat of just us three since we have been through a lot together in the past few years. i didn't feel right.. like i was lying to them and everyone else because of what you were doing. i broke my promise to you. i told them who you were. that you were both dani, jennie, and yunjin. in fact, i didn't even have to finish what i was saying. both of them already were guessing that all three of those people were the same person. i apologized to them for not telling them from the beginning, then i explained why i didn't and why i chose to now. obviously, they weren't the happiest of people since you've managed to manipulate them and others to talk to you about yourself but as another person. you don't do that. that's fucking weird and wrong.

over time, it started to become more and more obvious what you were doing. i stopped talking/interacting with you because it felt strange to me. it didn't take long for everyone else to start to put the pieces together when it came to you. we were all honest about who you were and then things started to spiral from there.

i don't understand why you felt the need to pretend to be different people entirely. especially when wanted to love you as you and give you the opportunity to fix your friendships/relationships with other people. instead you decided to use these different faces to find out how others feel about you without them knowing. you decided to lie about who's who like we didn't already have it figured out. that's something i'm still struggling to this day to understand what caused you to do that. it sucks even more because i let you continue to do that while knowing it was happening and not telling anyone.

but then it gets worse. you've turned yunjin, an idol, into another blog that chases after ships and smuts which made me uncomfortable. it's so strange to see an idol flirt/fuck someone twice her age all over the dash, then proceed to flirt with an anon, and then interact with a minor. i think everyone agreed that was a little strange. resulting in most of us blocking the man and a lot of your tags so we wouldn't see that stuff on the dash without being rude to you. because, yes, even though everyone's upset with your actions, we STILL decided to give you the chance and respect your decisions.

why? i have no fucking clue because, again, you continue to make the situation worse.

you decided to go on about yourself and interact with bts blogs—and this surprises me because i feel like you've been around here long enough to understand how our blogs work. when it comes to bts, lsf, and txt, there's a mutual agreement to not interact with members outside of those few. we do that for a whole lot of different reasons. maybe you didn't know, sure, though i'm not sure how. or maybe you didn't think you were part of that.. and to that i say.. you made yunjin specifically for me. or maybe you simply didn't care.

then you decided to interact with someone that a lot of us have severe problems with. that's when it started to draw the line between uncomfortable and fuck off. it showed your lack of respect for us and how little you truly care. someone said you didn't have a loyal bone in your body and i actually agree with them.

sure, some might say well i can interact with whoever i want! that's all fine and dandy, i'll accept that; but when it comes to someone that has caused severe issues for the friend group you specifically chose to make yourself part of, that's an issue. especially when you know of this person because i know i've said things to you about it, and i know joon probably has too. it's common respect for the friends you chose, which you revealed to us doesn't matter to you.

so why should we bother to continue to care about you?

i know people are probably expecting me to make a bitchy post, but it's hard to when i thought you were my friend. i truly truly thought you were my friend. hell i even defended you against my own fucking brother multiple times because i thought you were my friend. i snapped on hobi a lot, too, for your defense. i don't know why i did that anymore, i wish i didn't. but i did because i thought you were my friend.

but instead i allowed you to put me in negative positions for your own benefit. you didn't care about making chaewon's best friend, you didn't care about any of the things i've told you about. hell, you made that blog to fulfill your weird constant smut desires. and you will continue to put that as your priority over everything else.

i hope one day you realize the friendships you've lost today.. or maybe you'll never care, who knows. i just wish that, perhaps, you will eventually learn everything you continue to do wrong, and that not everyone will give you as many chances as we constantly did before giving up.

i hope one day you grow up and understand that there's more to life than written fictional sex/relationships.. then continue to realize that all your failed relationships and friendships is because of your obsession. your obsession for self centered attention, drama, and fake porn.

so here's to the near past year of me wasting my life defending you, taking care of you, protecting you, and keeping secrets i never should have.

all because i thought you were my friend. how stupid can i be?

[poupeesdecirque]

Photo Challenges - Why I do them & why I do them alone

Time for a new blog, my topic this time: Photo Challenges!

With the new year a lot of people attempt to do the "A Doll A Week" a weekly photo challenge, some are even that ambitious to do the 365-Challenge, a photo for each day.

Back in 2014 I started my very first attempt to do a photo challenge, I got a DSLR as gift 1 1/2 years in before and kinda wanted to do more with it than just taking photos here and there. The weekly challenge of the ADAW seemed fun. On the top of this entry you can see my very first entrance for it. As you can see it started with a quite random photo.

I can tell I didn't make the full 2014 according to the ADAW but as I checked my files I noticed I indeed took photos each week?! Therefore I failed but .. also did not. It was somehow weirdly motivating for me to see that I can do it.

2015 was the first true attempt for me to finish the ADAW, this time with more effort. Because just taking photos is boring right? Aside taking more photos I wanted to feature each doll I had, around that time that was still very much possible with 52 photos for the 52 weeks of the year.

I was prepared, this was the first pic of 2015 .. well.. no. It wasn't I took it in advance and this is one of the points I later on disliked how I approached the whole thing. I was in a flickr group for some time and the same theme was going against my own liking, that people just took 20 photos at a time, posted them (all looking alike) and were finished with the whole challenge within half of the time.

I asked myself if this was what I wanted? The whole thing started to frustrate me, as I tried to come up with cool ideas and I saw other people half-assed their entries. Of course each to their own but no passion for the project, 'cheating' with multiple photos from one photoshoot just to make it "full" that seemed wrong for me.

But I managed to finish 2015! My first year with 52 weekly photos taken. The next year started with a photoshoot as well but I didn't use it for the ADAW.

Instead I took a break to regain and started with another idea:

Names! Like this one was named "ADAW 01 - Frost Pattern" I made it into an own challenge to add creative titles to go with the photos, also I added more and more photos, not just one but multiple. This was to challenge myself more and more. Still I tried to be motivated by others and motivate them but somehow... it still was turning me off that people approached the whole thing less .. uhm.. strict? I can't really put it into words, I just can tell as I later on within the years tried to build up a guide how to do the ADAW I got so demotivated seeing others doing it that I had to put the thread in the forum on full ignore and do my own instead? It's super weird.

What really got me going though was that I started to print my photos. 2 Photobooks for one year, having my photos printed made them more precious to me. I still make photobooks and last year I reached the maximum page count for the books and uhm.. might need to do three a year if that continues.

I can tell I got hooked by photos. Sometimes it felt hard to start over though, to start with "nothing" all over again, as I tend to null & void my own progress in my mind and well.. "new year, nothing done" got me hard sometimes, that's why the first days of the new years were hard for me to find ideas.

Also the fact that I still tried not to feature a doll twice got harder and harder even given I had more than enough dolls. But you know how it is, right? When you restrict yourself you want to do exactly that what is restricted.

Did I feel drained in the process of taking photos weekly? Oh yes, I did. Especially because I decided I have to take WHOLE PHOTOSHOOTS and sometimes even posts with outtakes to share fact about the characters. Some weeks I was so demotivated.

But a thing that helped me going was ... routine. And the photobooks. I picked a day during the week I was taking photos, which for me is Saturday, and it's still mainly Saturday to be honest.

It was 2019 already and you can see I returned to taking new year's photos, 2020 was similar. But I got tired of the ADAW thing, because it was kind of still setting to close borders for me. Taking photos weekly was becoming easy for me because I did it for so long. I still kinda tried to keep up with other hobbyists but in 2020 with the pandemic I cut ties with my local community and decided that 2021 would be the first year of me not doing a 'A Doll A Week'

Wait? What? Yes, you read that correctly.

Welcome to my own challenge the ... Weekly Photo!

This might seem not much of a difference but allows me to take photos, not just of dolls but of landscapes, people, animals and that was important to me. I still mainly use it for dolls but I wanted to do an own challenge, without any link back to the 'rules' of the ADAW and without the mental connection to the community I had left behind.

With the Weekly Photo I started to thrive. No more (own set) boundaries, every doll could be featured, even 20 times in a row, no rules, no titles, no themes, just me and my camera. For the sake of being creative.

And that's what I can tell you about my challenges... do it for the creativity, do it to challenge yourself. Don't be that dumb like I was and think you have to stick to what everyone else does or that you have to do it a certain way.

Now taking photos became so easy for me I see it as challenge to use the seasons as canvas to come up with something, to learn what light/time is the best.

I can tell my photography has envolved because I dared and tried, I challenged myself, revisted ideas but didn't try to set boundaries to my own creativity.

To be honest I now see photo ideas everywhere and almost have to stop myself from taking TOO MANY PHOTOS because .. I still need to sort them out :')

Oh a little thing that still is a rule for me ... I didn't bury them all: the first photo has to be taken in the actual year. Yes, I stayed up super late to take Tamani's photos as the first set of 2024 just to be sure I have that done.

I'm not sure if this entry is helpful for someone, for me looking up the old photos (I put in one for each year of a challenge) was super interesting and with a super busy week and weekend behind me I wanted to do a lighter topic for once.

I can tell writing down really helps me to reflect the hobby and to think through some decisions.

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 13

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Sora, Tsumugi, Hiyori

Proofreading: moricchiichan (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Tsumugi: Oh no, I couldn't have given birth to him~ He’s a junior in my unit — Harukawa Sora-kun.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Front Gate

Sora: HaHa~♪ HiHi~♪ HuHu~♪

HaHiHuHeHo~♪

Tsumugi: Ahaha. You're in a rather good mood today, aren't you? Seeing you looking so happy makes me happy too, Sora-kun~♪

Sora: Really? It's a mutual interaction of happiness! Or actually, it's also the magic of Switch~♪

Tsumugi: It really is ♪ Ah, is this piggyback ride putting you in good spirits? Now that I'm thinking about it, you've been rather attached to me recently, haven't you~?

Sora: You mean I can't? Nuzzling up to your hair is just so soothing, Senpai, it feels like being inside a bird nest…♪

Tsumugi: No, of course you can~ You’re such an affectionate kid.

I’m happy you’d want to cuddle up to someone like me. To this day Natsume-kun still won’t soften up to me at all.

Sora: HeHe~♪ Don't worry~ Master loves you, Senpai!

Tsumugi: I wonder about that~ In fact, I think he hates me more and more every day.

I saw him on my way to school this morning, so I said hello, but all he did was shoot me a murderous glare and insulted me just as always.

Sora: HoHo~♪ So just like Sora, Master is feeling pretty down about Senpai’s graduation, isn't he?

Tsumugi: Hmm… But it’s not like death is splitting us apart or anything.

But I still haven't decided on my career path, so my future is rather unclear… could it be that Natsume-kun's also worried?

In that case, I wish he'd be more honest about it.

It's a little troubling that he keeps taking it out on me like this — the other day, he threw salt at my head as soon as he saw me, you know?

I tried to take it positively, and asked if we were reenacting the tale of Sodom and Gomorrah —

But without missing a beat, he told me he'd rain sulfur and fire down on me too!

Sora: HaHa~? Salt is for keeping monsters away, though~ Senpai, are you a monster?

Tsumugi: Oh, no~ I’m not anything as cool as that.

Sora: Demons are cool? Aren't they scary and creepy? Well, they also give you EXP when you take 'em down~♪

Tsumugi: That’s generally how they’re viewed, I suppose.

But recently, demons aren't as disliked as they once used to be — it's easy to see that when you consider everyone in UNDEAD.

In fact, I think it seems like evil has a kind of allure of its own.

Sora: Hmm~? Well, magicians were also once considered repulsive and eerie, weren't they~?

Tsumugi: Exactly. That’s why witch hunts happened.

You may be an exception, Sora-kun, but generally, when everyone around you points at something and says it’s bad, you'll start being convinced that it’s bad, too.

This may be a tasteless example…

…But suppose someone told you that there was a cockroach in some food as a joke. Even if it wasn't true, you'd think twice before eating it.

Well, I'd probably go ahead with eating it, actually… But that’s not quite the norm.

Sora: HiHi~♪ It's precisely because humans possess wisdom that they have imagination, and magic tricks take advantage of that, right~? To quote Master, that is!

Tsumugi: Yep, that’s why magic is most effective on humans. Now, back when I was in fine…

…Whoa, whoops?

Hiyori: Tsumugi-ku~un! Well done on coming to meet with us! As a reward, I shall grant you the high honour of gazing upon my smile…☆

Sora: Wah! That's too bright!?

Tsumugi: Wah―!? What’s wrong, Sora-kun? Did you get something in your eye? Please don’t flail about~ You'll hurt yourself if you fall, you know?

Hiyori: Ahaha. What's the matter, who's this boy? Is he your precious flesh and blood, Tsumugi-kun?

Tsumugi: Oh no, I couldn't have given birth to him~ He’s a junior in my unit — Harukawa Sora-kun. For some reason, he's been sticking close with me lately.

Hiyori: Sora? Is he from Ba-barrier, then? I do believe his name was in the files I received, yes?

Tsumugi: Wow, your memory is as impressive as ever~

That’s correct. From time to time, he performs in a temporary unit called Ba-barrier.

They perform less frequently than Rain-bows, or rather… There hasn't been much going on for them since the live performance they had in early summer.

But as far as I know, they haven’t disbanded.

Sora: Yep, they brought us members together at first since we had lots of free time, thanks to our usual units being a little inactive, you see~?

But both Switch and Valkyrie have gotten busier with all our public performances now!

Tsumugi: On top of that, MaM's Mikejima-kun still regularly flies overseas… I’m sure it’s difficult for all your schedules to overlap~

Whenever you're not around, Sora-kun, Natsume-kun gets more irritable than usual…

So if you wound up focusing too much on Ba-barrier, I'd personally be in trouble.

Sora: Ehehe, does he get lonely without Sora?

But Ba-barrier still sometimes meet up to update each other on recent happenings, and teach each other things we don’t understand, so we’re all getting along well~♪

Tsumugi: Ah… I did hear recently that there’s a new rule about getting dropped from Project-Saga if you haven’t been active enough, so you must all be working in a frenzy to avoid that, aren't you?

After all, you performed an S3 in the auditorium, and other similar things.

Sora: That's right! But our role is essentially to work as backstage supporters for Rain-bows — at least, that's what Kunugi-sensei wants to do!

So it isn’t good for us to stand out too much, you see~?

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[yujeong]

hiiiiii, i just found your blog and saw you talking about how pete and porsche aren't the besties in the show that so many people see them as which is a thought i've had for some time; like, don't get me wrong, i like peteporsche being besties (and maybe being besties that kiss each other) and i love when people write them that way (especially post-canon) BUT i personally just never thought that they were that close in show-canon, idk......i have trouble putting my thoughts into words but when i rewatched the show at the beginning of the year i was actually kinda surprised by how these two don't really feel like bffs, and yeah i know pete went into hell specifically for porsche but then again, porsche just kinda forgets he did that? and then the bathroom scene(s)? idk i just feel there is so much complicated mess.....so yeah, my thoughts are pretty much jumbled and difficult to parse, lmao, i'm sorry

also sorry for just coming into your inbox like this, lmao, but i would love to hear more of your thoughts on them and how they interact in the show (if you are willing to share, of course)!!!

Hi there! Firstly, thank you so much for reaching out to me. I love talking about KP in general - VP and Pete more specifically - so your message was very welcome. Now, Pete and Porsche's relationship is such a fascinating thing, I could really talk for hours about it. On the surface level, they seem close but upon further inspection, it turns out that - as @therealblessedaffliction mentioned - Porsche is closer to Vegas of all people than to Pete. There are reasons for this of course. Pete is part of the main family, the family that basically forced Porsche into working for them. He's loyal to Kinn, a person Porsche was at first wary of/mad at. He doesn't believe Pete when he tells him he's the most normal person in the house and he generally ignores his advice until the incident with the minor family happens, when Pete tells him about how Kinn saved his life and to basically get his head out of his ass. They have their cute moments throughout the show but even in those, it's all surface level; Porsche doesn't trust Pete with the information of kissing Kinn or of what Kinn did to him. He doesn't trust him with the information of being in a relationship with Kinn. He doesn't think twice about him when he's rescued by Kinn and the gang in ep 10 and when Kinn is worried about Pete due to his odd behaviour, Porsche doesn't even consider the possibility of sth being off, even though he should have. Cue the Hum Bar scene, in which Porsche just brings Pete along to give to Vegas as a bargaining chip without (evident) remorse and that solidifies the belief I have that Pete and Porsche are colleague buddies, not actual friends. They work well together, they have good platonic chemistry, they totally understand each other, even if they don't show it, but they aren't friends. (Porsche is oblivious to this, just as he's oblivious to the fact that punching the guy who caused his supposed friend physical and psychological harm, as well as threatening him to not do it again, means jack shit when he's the one giving Vegas the chance to hurt Pete once more) That brings me to Pete who, god bless his kind soul, decided to risk his life for Porsche when it wasn't even that necessary? One thing that had confused me about ep 10 and Kinn's plan is that he said he needed the proof of Tawan and Vegas cooperating but in the end it was kind of pointless? Maybe he needed the proof to give it to their partners or sth but whatever the case, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Pete embarked on a mission with high probabilities of failure (and death) because he trusted Porsche and he wanted to help him. We're talking about a man that gave his grandma's food to a stranger the first time he saw him, a man who tried to push back against Tankhun to spare Porsche of his humiliating punishment, a man that risked angering his scary boss by giving him advice to help fix their relationship. What I'm trying to say is, Pete is empathetic af and for those he deems worthy being a sacrifice for, he'll gladly do it. Porsche was one of them.

Btw, I totally believe Porsche thinks him and Pete are friends. His attitude towards him is friendly, he's teasing him and their conversations are those you have with friends, not someone you're not that familiar with. He calls him everyday in the 1 month we never saw to ask how Vegas is doing, encouraging Pete that he'll get better. I just don't think Pete believes the same. Porsche has shown that he's oblivious about many things in the series and this fact, I believe, is one of them. I hope my answer satisfied you, I'm just rambling at this point and I repeated myself a couple of times. They're so fascinating though so my enthusiasm got the better of me haha. P.S. It would have been cool if Pete and Porsche had actually kissed in episode 4 but that would kind of go against Pete's philosophy of "Kissing is for people that we like only" and it would go against the headcanon I have that Pete doesn't like being touched/isn't intimate with anyone before Vegas (sth I'll write meta about soon :3)

[rainbowsky]

Hi Rainbow! Love your blog and thank you for being such a great resource for us new turtles! I am new to turtledom and I have a quick question. I saw that DD recently posted on instagram. Some turtles commented with turtle icons and yellow hearts and many were mocked by solo fans. I wonder why turtles still announce that they are turtles in these types of spaces knowing they might get attacked.

Hi moto* new turtle! 💛🐢💛

Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog!

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I find this a strange question, to be honest. We don't ask why women wear pretty dresses when they might get sexually harassed. Anyone attacking others is at fault for the attack. It's not the targeted person's job to end such attacks. Solos are the ones responsible for stopping their harassment of turtles. Not turtles.

Turtles announce that they're turtles for all the same reasons solos announce who they are: because they want DD to know he has their support. ALL of their support, for who he is and who he loves.

I think the really interesting question here is, why do solos harass and attack turtles in places where DD can see their homophobia and their rejection of him and his sexuality? Why are they so proud of showing their hatred for the man he loves? Do they have no shame? No concern for the emotional burden they're likely placing on him? No embarrassment about making asses of themselves to his face?

Regardless of what anyone might believe about DD and his sexuality, one thing is abundantly clear: DD embraces turtles as his fans, and has shown this time and time again. If he really hated turtles and hated the CP he could easily put an end to it all. In fact, he and GG are the ONLY people with the power to stamp out turtles. Yet they have chosen not to, and instead have often fed turtles, and invite turtle fansites to their events.

So I think any moto who is interacting with others in spaces that DD can directly see should maybe think twice about behaving in hateful, homophobic, harassing ways. DD's own behavior shows motos to be very much in the wrong about where he stands on it all.

*Sorry, Anon, maybe you really are a new turtle and if so, big hugs to you. I get a heck of a lot of asks from solos who try to get under my radar with their anti perspectives, underhanded questions, etc. by claiming to be 'curious' new turtles.

As a new turtle you might also find my masterlist post helpful.

[rainydaze-rhys]

Do all 25 for borderlands. Yknow. For funsies.

There will be a readmore line here somehow because on god I’m about to say so much. let me preface: all my hot takes on the matter are a solid 4 years old at minimum, I do not keep up to date on the blands fandom, my enjoyment of the series exists exclusively in isolation these days, etc., etc., if things have changed then I simply do not know about it

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Handsome Jack. He is not a good dad. He is also not in his 30s. That man has an adult daughter and has been married twice. I refuse to believe he was anything under 50 during BL2.

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

DHKDGDJSHDJDJ I sure did forget this was one of the questions. Um. My faves are all verse and no one would refuse to do one thing or another.

3. description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

I saved this for last and then still couldn’t bring myself to remember anything so this doesn’t get an answer because I simply do not want to remind myself of those takes

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Back in my borderlands days I was afraid of blocking people so I simply did not do it. Took me until only a couple years ago to finally realize “Oh this rules and significantly improves my online experience” and now I block all the time, but this is an entirely separate blog from my borderlands one so it doesn’t have any crossover

5. worst discord server and why?

This one I can’t answer. Discord wasn’t a thing for my original dive into borderlands. We all were just on tumblr constantly and then me and a few friends also talked on Skype

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

Handsome jack/Rhys. I mean I was there. I was in the thick of it. I could see it. But oh my god the braindead takes on it and the aggressive insistence that it was basically canon! The number of people who actively harassed people who liked the actual in-game love interests! The amount of times I saw people say “I don’t personally like this so I’d rather people not discuss it around me” only to be bombarded with dozens of responses discussing it in detail! Wretched! One of the all-time worst collective cases of people insisting the biggest and most popular ship was effectively canon and getting mad at anyone saying otherwise

7. what character did you begin to hate because not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

Handsome Jack. lol. lmao.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Handsome Jack is a dogshit father and every single fluff piece or “Happy father’s day lol” post or headcanon about him being a good dad to Angel is dead wrong to an astounding degree. He put her in a cage and used her as a computer for her entire life and frankly she should have gotten to kill him

9. worst part of canon

Borderlands 3.

I was going to say “I kid” but I don’t. It has its moments, but god, it sucks so bad. Killing Maya, replacing Angel with Tannis, writing off Lilith, doing what they did with Aurelia (she would NOT fuck that man), flanderizing the characters from TftBL (Vaughn’s… whole situation…), and— god I just remembered mid-sentence that New Tales exists. That one was actually worse than BL3 somehow.

10. worst part of fanon

Handsome Jack. I’m just gonna keep saying this for basically every question that asks about the bad parts of fandom because literally… him and the people rabidly defending him. (<- he is my favorite character and also I think he deserved worse than he got. these are not mutually exclusive)

11, number of fandom-related words you’ve filtered

See above re: blocking people, I didn’t filter things at the time and on this blog I follow almost no one who posts borderlands content

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Fiona is weirdly unpopular given that she’s literally a protagonist. The same with Lilith, actually, now that I think about it; people seem to either be “meh” about her or frothing-at-the-mouth enraged about her. And they’re wrong! Fiona is a great character who deserved to actually fucking exist in bl3, and Lilith is really well written as understandably arrogant and capable! Also, Nakayama and Vasquez. I can’t take credit for being into those two because other people with extremely good taste did it first and influenced me, but it remains true. And ELLIE. I know “unpopular” isn’t strictly true of her because I think most people would say they like her, but Ellie is a gold star across every game she’s in and I wish there was even more of her and I wish people appreciated her more. Love Ellie.

13. worst blorbofication

. handsome jack.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

So many borderlands fics are a/b/o. Mpreg is like the DEFAULT. It boggles the mind. “Rhys Borderlands is Handsome Jack’s PA and then he goes into heat in his boss’s office and Jack is such a ruggedly masculine alpha he takes suuuuch good care of him!” Gives me the ick. One thing they don’t tell you about naming yourself after a video game character is the rammys when you try to read a fic and see Your Own Name in those situations.

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

I actually don’t really remember the fanart well enough to say about this. I vaguely remember a lot of art of Rhys Borderlands strung up like a puppet controlled by Jack, but beyond that, I’unno

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing

Can I be very fully and entirely honest. I don’t love Tim. I don’t hate Tim! And I’ve turned around on him a lot, his appearance in the Handsome Jackpot DLC in bl3 is phenomenal and he’s a great character! And it’s a super interesting concept! I just still don’t love him.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

I want more fics where Angel survives and gets out from under Jack’s influence. Let the Crimson Raiders be her new parents. I want her to be Maya’s best friend and I want her to date Gaige and I want her to be there in person to kick Jack in the dick when he loses badly and then dies.

18. it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

The Pre-Sequel. The Pre-Sequel. The Pre-Sequel. YES the gameplay can be tedious at times. However. I love the Pre-Sequel so much. Love the writing. Adore the plot. Cherish the individual Vault Hunters. The Claptastic DLC remains one of my favorite DLCs. Love Elpis. Fucking love Janey Springs. Hate the way they left so many loose ends to be tied up plot-wise and then just kinda went “lol nvm all that” in the next game.

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

IYKYK ;)

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

A lot of the Pre-Sequel is going back and forth across very large open areas using Stingrays which are a vehicle I do not love. A lot of BL3 is also going back and forth across very large open areas using vehicles which control like the Stingrays. There are so many quests that are just “drive around and kill 30 guys and pick up 8 items then drive here and kill 30 animals and pick up 8 more items then drive back and kill 30 guys and give me the items.”

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

I don’t really think there are overhyped things unless BL3 entirely counts as overhyped, which… not anymore. Honestly most of the stuff that’s hyped is fairly understandable. The most popular DLCs are inevitably the ones which are the most well-written with interesting mechanics.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I already said the Pre-Sequel. Uh, if “everyone else” includes the writers, then TftBL, because they absolutely just threw all of that except Rhys and Vaughn in the trash and then ran those two through a meat grinder.

23. ship you’ve unwillingly come around to

No “unwilling” about ‘em, I’m usually pretty much open to whatever, but I also don’t even poke my head into the tags these days so I haven’t experienWAIT no I just remembered Zer0/Rhys is a thing. I used to not like it. I do now. Silly goofy.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

“Is it okay to like Handsome Jack?” I will not be elaborating because thinking too much about the endless debates gives me hives

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

Once again I am too disconnected from the greater fandom these days to actually know and be annoyed by what people are complaining about.

[oddballwriter]

Dude, She’s Just not into You

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Summary: It’s not a secret that Vinny has a crush on you, not even to you yourself. But what seems to not be obvious to Vinny is that you unfortunately don’t feel the same.

Warnings: Vinny can’t take a hint, feminine terms and pronouns used

Author’s Snip: Okay, so I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time. Like it’s just been sitting in my brain and I kinda put it off but I thought fuck it I’m bored, it’s raining like hell were I am, I’m kinda stressed about something, and I just wanna write and it’s my blog so I can kinda write whatever I want so here you go.  

Notes: The reader is fem and is referred to as a girl and has she/her pronouns used when talked about by the characters. (Y/N) also gets used, I believe, twice and only twice. Other than those few times the writing uses “you” when referring to the reader. Also the ending is awkward as fuck. 

This was not proof-read.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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  The fact that Vinny had a crush on you wasn’t much of a secret in the group. They could tell that when Vin thought no one was paying attention to him he’d make goo-goo eyes at you. Or when no one was talking to him at a get together he would talk to you till someone pried his attention away. Make an effort to sit next to you. Glance at you for a split second when he made a joke to check if it managed to at least get an amused huff out of you. It was painfully obvious that Vinny was trying to woo you. And it was painfully obvious that you were, unfortunately, not wooed. 

  You were not blind to Vinny’s attempts, similar to everyone else. However, you didn’t feel the same towards him. You genuinely only saw Vinny as another one of the people in your nice little friend group. But you hated the idea of shooting Vin’s hopes down so you just ignored his advances thinking that he’d lose interest and find someone else to aim them at or simply let them shed off. But of course that had to be your undoing, because Vinny’s sight was rose tinted. And so he thought that he was doing his going about charming you wrong. Which annoyed you and now the group.

  Now, Vinny was talking to Stephenie and Jess asking them dumb questions like “What do girls like?”, “What does (y/n) like?”, and “What does (y/n) like in a guy?” like they were supposed to inherently know. Or when he starts bugging Evan and Jeff about how they managed to win over Steph and Jess, as if it was a science he didn’t understand yet. It was a disaster and felt like a pebble in their shoes that they can’t get out. Sometimes, they just wanted to grab Vin by the shoulders and shake the signs into him. 

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  It was the end of another hang out. Which was another hang out where Vinny had tried to make a gestures to you that obviously fell useless in what it was meant to do. You left quickly since you were going to give Steph a ride home and she had already given Evan his little goodbye kiss and was tired, and Jeff and Jess had left a while ago. As if that were some cue Evan heard Vinny pipe up. “Evan,” he said, “Can I ask you something?”. Evan turned his head away from his friend and let out a sigh while rolling his eyes upon hearing the ladder half of that sentence before turning back. “Yeah, man. What’s up?” Evan asked, acting like he didn’t know that he was about to hear something he’s heard over and over again. 

  “What am I doing wrong?” Vin wonder, “What am I not doing right?”. Evan put his hands in his pockets as a mean to hide them balling for a brief moment. “What do you mean?” he responded his oblivious friend. “With (y/n),” Vinny sighed. “I’ve tried everything with them.”.

  “I like them. I give them attention. I try to crack jokes that I think they’ll like. I try and find out what they would like in a guy. But no matter what I do, I feel like it’s not working.” Vinny rambled. “What am I not doing right, Ev?” he cried. 

  “Dude,” Evan spat, “She’s not into.”. 

  “What?” Vin muttered.

  “She doesn’t like you like that, Vin.” Evan admitted. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to burst your bubble, bud. But it’s kind of obvious that she knows that you like her and that she’s been brushing them off and you learn to stop.” Evan explained. “Well, why not tell me to stop?” Vinny questioned. “Cause she’s being nice,” Evan blurted, “I guess.” he added. 

  Vin stood there for a moment. Both out of slight embarrassment of being rejected second hand, but also because it all made sense now. He felt like the biggest clown in the world and he did it to himself. 

  “Sorry, Vin.” Evan spoke. “But hey. It’s okay. Sometimes we don’t pick up on signs.” Evan said trying to lessen the blow. “I know,” Vinny remarked, “I just feel a bit stupid, right now.” he laughed.