#it isn't that i dislike cleaning my windows

[ofwhimsicaldreams]

it is resurrection day for jesus and for my windows, that i finally got around to clean

[fawnsuga]

Andrew Blaze's Reddit Account & Its Contents

The user u/PioneersProductions was active in the subreddit r/PioneersProductions between October 21 and October 29, 2013. At some point during this period, the subreddit was set to private, which restricts the visibility of comments to third-party tools. Consequently, we are unable to ascertain the specific context of many comments, though some can be reasonably inferred.

10/21/2013, 7:42:05 PM

Nothing can replace BlogTV... YouTube's the easiest fix, but they have it set where you have to stream from your computer now. My internet isn't fast enough to stream. =(

Andrew's initial comment expresses regret over the acquisition and subsequent shutdown of the live streaming service BlogTV, suggesting that she was an active user of the platform.

10/24/2013, 1:06:41 AM

Sweet, wow dude, I can't even remember the majority of these pics. That's insane. Especially the ones from before 2011.

This comment appears to be a response to someone sharing old photographs, possibly of Blaze herself, although this cannot be confirmed.

10/24/2013, 1:12:26 AM

Alligator/Horse Head was created using Paint.NET and Windows Movie Maker. Alligator/Horse Head 2 was made with Photoshop and iMovie. I had two different versions of it: one that was used in the trailer and the one used in the final cut. That Horse Head was difficult to crop out (even with Photoshop) due to the hair on its head. The Alligator was comparatively easy because it was solid wood. Additionally, I posted a video of myself sitting on the floor in my parents' bedroom against a wall, asking for script ideas, intending to feature those whose ideas I used. Ultimately, I did not utilize any of the suggestions. Given that I only had Movie Maker, my options were limited. I would love to recut that video, but it is impossible since the Horse Head has been reduced to ashes. I also lack a clean photograph of it. I wrote Alligator/Horse Head 2 during my senior year of high school in November and did not finalize the script until the following summer. I had numerous drafts for it. James was originally intended to appear physically in the video, but time constraints prevented this, as he had to relocate.

In this comment, Blaze elaborates on the process of creating the videos Mr. Horse Head Meets Mr. Wooden Alligator 1 and 2. These videos represent a crossover between Blaze's character and one created by YouTuber makemebad35.

10/24/2013, 1:16:24 AM

I also dislike how I edited the two videos. The first one was excessively brief, while the second one was constrained by Damian's preference for a shorter duration. Nowadays, I would likely have produced a 10- to 15-minute video; however, 8 minutes seemed adequate for him. He managed to complete his portions in just 5 hours. The only inconsistency in continuity is that he wears the same black shirt at the end, where he calls me to request the Alligator back, which was meant to occur days later. It is implausible that the Alligator could have shipped from Maryland to Pennsylvania and arrived at my doorstep within the same day. I have since become a more meticulous editor compared to two to three years ago. I prefer to extend shots, making them more "film-like" (slower-paced). However, we were concerned that viewers would not watch a 10-minute video in its entirety. I would recut the entire video, but my footage was never stored; I did not acquire a terabyte drive until last year, leaving only a few videos saved on a flash drive.

Four minutes after her previous comment, Andrew provides additional insights regarding the aforementioned videos. The individual named Damian referenced in the comment is makemebad35.

10/24/2013, 1:19:03 AM

I could discuss the Alligator/Horse Head videos indefinitely, which is why I have refrained from revisiting the second one. They were foundational to my YouTube career and led to Horse Head Lives, which will soon connect to my Halloween franchise. ;D

Three minutes later, Blaze concludes her comments on the subject by mentioning the video Mr. Horse Head Lives. I am uncertain what the Halloween franchise refers to, but my best guess is that it pertains to the Finale Series, the initial videos in which Ember appears.

10/29/2013, 9:16:14 PM

You... just... wow....

This remark represents Blaze's final comment on Reddit. The specific context of her expression of shock or surprise remains unclear.

for @strvy-bvllet

[sume3luvv]

April Doesn't Wait.

synopsis: if he could trade the world for just a few more moments with you, he would.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ o.dazai x fem!reader

A hospital is a place of contrasts—where life began and ended, where grief and hope existed side by side. Time feels different here—either dragging endlessly or slipping away to quickly when moments are precious. Some find the hospital a temporary space of healing before returning to the outside world, while others find it their final resting place.

You hated the hospital. Boring, white halls, the quiet humming of machines mixed with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and distant murmurs of doctors nearby. The weird, unfamiliar smell of antiseptic—sharp, clean, and almost metallic, like the alcohol wipes and disinfectant lingering in the air that would always give you headaches.

"What a beautiful day. Isn't that right, Y/n-chan?" a rather annoying voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Too exhausted and frail (at the moment) to get out of bed, you turn your head towards a man standing at the window by your hospital bed. He gazed outside with a calm smile, causing you to scowl.

"Whatever." you muttered, turning your body away from him.

Dazai Osamu. You didn't know where he came from, or what made him want to stay in your room and annoy you half to death. He was twenty-two, but had such a childish and happy personality, which made you jealous. You were jealous over the fact that he didn't have to spend his whole life in the hospital. Jealous over the fact that he can look forward to a long existence, to seeing life at seventy—maybe even more.

The brunette could only chuckle to your bad attitude, finding it amusing even if others didn't. "Don't be such a downer, Y/n-chan! Spring is a chance of growth and new beginnings, so cheer up!"

"And yet here I am, too weak to even move a finger." you retorted, eyebrows furrowing.

"You're acting as if you're going to die any second now, Y/n-chan." Dazai shook his head and turned to face you.

You looked at Dazai, shooting him an irritated glare—one that only made his smirk widen. "Would it kill you to shut up for once? You're like an annoying fly."

"You know, have you ever considered smiling? That pretty face of yours would look much more charming if you did." teased Dazai as he leaned in closer, the close proximity causing your cheeks to turn a light hue of pink.

Dazai chuckled at your flustered expression, tilting your chin up. "Falling for me already, Y/n-chan?"

Your eyebrows creased together in irritation and began to protest in defense. Just then, a nurse walked in with a wheelchair and a sickening smile that you disliked so much.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," The nurse said with her normal, sweet tone. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and swatted Dazai's wrist away. "Shall we go outside for some fresh air, L/n-san?"

You sighed, nodded, and watched as the nurse helped assist you into the wheelchair. As you were pushed towards the door of your bedroom, you turned your head to Dazai with a death-glare.

"You better be out of my room by the time I'm back." you threatened. Dazai flashed you an amused smile, waving to you as the nurse wheeled you outside.

Of course, Dazai got bored within minutes of your absence. And, of course, he couldn't resist following you outside—just so he could pester you like always.

As Dazai finally made it to the courtyard, his attention was caught when he saw you sitting at a bench while gazing at the garden, hair blowing gently in the light breeze.

"Hey." Dazai spoke up with a calm expression and sat down next to you, though he kept a distance.

"Hey." you replied, not taking your attention off of the garden. You took a deep breath of the fresh air, savoring its purity—a stark contrast to the sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital room.

And, for a fleeting moment, you forgot about your heart disease. You felt as if you could do anything without being held back. You felt free.

Dazai's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he found himself caught in the trap of your beauty. The way the gentle sunlight played with your features, seeming to make you shine. You were absolutely ethereal to Dazai.

He was quiet for a moment, just watching you. After a beat, Dazai spoke up again, his voice soft. "You look happy for once." he noted, lips quirking up into a small smile.

You blinked at Dazai's blunt compliment, your face heating up as you turned to him—only to quickly look away, brows furrowing. "S-Shut up! Do you always have to ruin the moment by pointing things out?"

By your annoyed response, it only filled Dazai's amusement more as his smile widened. "Ruin the moment? I didn't do anything, I just stated the obvious." he said, crossing his arms and leaning back on the bench.

"Maybe keep your 'obvious' thoughts to yourself, then." you retorted, glancing back at Dazai.

Dazai let out a dramatic sigh, resting the back of his hand against his forehead. "Ahh, but where's the fun in that? Watching you get flustered is the highlight of my day."

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you huffed, turning away. "You're impossible."

He chuckled, tapping a finger against his chin. "Impossible? No, no, I'm quite real. But if you keep looking that cute when you're annoyed, I might just start thinking you're the one trying to fluster me."

You let out a groan and buried your face into your hands. Did he have to be like this?

Dazai smiled innocently at your flustered state. "You know, you're much more pleasant when you're not trying to sew my mouth shut." he sighed, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Can you at least try and enjoy the moment, for once?"

You scoffed. "Easy for you to say."

"Oh? And why is that? Because I don't dwell on unfairness at all? Because I don’t waste my energy being angry at a world that won’t change just for me?" He asked, his voice teasing as always, but the was an unmistakable sharpness behind it.

You stiffened. Dazai took that as a invitation to press on. "Tell me, does your anger make anything better? You could keep glaring at the world all you want, but it won't glare back. It won't apologize, it won't make things fair."

Your gaze fell onto your lap, gripping your hospital gown tightly. As much as you hated to admit, Dazai was right.

"You're right." you replied quietly. "But, with so much I wanted to do and such little time now—you'd start to lose hope. You start to lose happiness and feel angry at the thought of missing out on a life you could've lived to the fullest."

"I know I'm pathetic because I'm whining over the unfairness of the universe, but can you blame me? My heart is failing, and I can't even get up properly without somebody's help. I can't even live to see the world at twenty-five." You said with a hint of bitterness behind your tone. Dazai's eyebrows knitted together.

"But it's better than not doing it at all, right? Make the most of what you can. That way, when it's time, you can pass peacefully knowing you at least experienced a bit of that thrill." Dazai said. He couldn't believe he was encouraging living, of all things. "There's still things to enjoy, even if you only have a year left."

He grinned. "And think about it—if you play your cards right, this could make your most dramatic, tragic art yet. A beautiful, fleeting existence... like a candle burning both ends."

"Wow, Dazai. What an uplift way of putting it." you stated, shooting him a flat look.

"You know me, I have a knack for making things grim things sound poetic." Dazai chuckled and leaned closer. You blinked, feeling your cheeks grow hot. "Besides, imagine all the fun things we can do! Swapping files in the doctors office? Slipping silly notes into other patients foods? How about sneaking out of your room late at night to stargaze?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You really know how to turn my life into a novel, huh?"

Dazai beamed. "Exactly! And who better to co-star in this final chapter than me?" He winked, his tone teasing, but underneath it all, there was something more sincere—like he truly meant to make your remaining time something worth smiling about.

You couldn't help but smile warmly at Dazai's antics, letting out a small chuckle at the thought of all the scandalous and fun moments you guys could share together.

Wow. Dazai's nonexistent heart did a few jumps at your beautiful smile. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he wondered if you could hear his heartbeat—or feel it, too. But he quickly masked the turmoil and returned your smile.

"That's what I'm talking about." he whispered, his gaze softening in admiration. Not only did he feel happy for you, he felt proud of himself for finally making somebody smile, instead of staring at him in fear.

After that day, your behavior did a complete backflip. You were seen giving compliments to nurses, thanking your doctor, got out of bed frequently, and smiling more often. You tried make an effort to clean up your attitude, something that didn't go unnoticed to Dazai.

"My, my, look at you! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're turning into a model patient." Dazai smirked as he leaned against the doorframe of your room.

You rolled your eyes, returning Dazai's smirk. "Maybe I just got tired of looking like a disaster."

Dazai chuckled, approached your bed, and sat down beside you. He stared at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "That's a shame. I was beginning admire your bedridden aesthetic. You're cute when you're angry."

You ignored Dazai's playful compliment. "Well, maybe I found something or someone I look forward to seeing everyday." You countered.

For a second, Dazai's teasing demeanor faltered slightly, his brown eyes softening. Then, he returned to his charming and teasing personality. "Ah, you mean my visits, don't you?" He clasped his hands together in a mock delight. "I knew it, my wise words finally knocked some sense into your thick skull!"

Your eye twitched in annoyance to Dazai's words. Did he always have to ruin good moments like these?

Dazai leaned forward, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched you. "I'm glad to see you like this, though. It's almost... refreshing." You felt your cheeks grow hot and you turned your head away in attempt to hide your embarrassment. Dazai's lips curled into a small smile. "I was right, a smile does suit you much better."

"Y/n-chan. Y/n-chan, wake up." A soft voice coaxed you, tapping your cheek.

You grumbled and slowly opened your eyes, the sot glow of the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and casting delicate patterns across your room. You turn to your side, deadpanning when you were met by Dazai, who flashed you the dumbest smile you've ever seen.

"Dazai? What the hell are you doing here?" you asked gruffly and turned your head towards the alarm clock. An vein popped on your forehead when you read the time. "Dazai, it's four fucking am. What could you possibly want at this time?"

Dazai kept his innocent smile, as if he didn't ruin your peaceful slumber. "I was feeling a little... restless, you know?" he raised an eyebrow, his usual mischievous glint in his eyes. "And I thought, who better to share the night sky than you?"

You blinked in disbelief. "You woke up at four in the morning to stargaze?"

"Bingo!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance and irritation. "Are you always this rambunctious so early in the morning?"

"Maybe. But it's still dark outside, and the stars won't wait forever. What do you say?" Dazai chuckled.

"Fine."

"Great! Let's go before the stars change their mind." Dazai cheered while helping you into a wheelchair.

As Dazai wheeled you out in the courtyard, the cold air hit your cheeks, causing you to shiver as you clung to your cardigan in desperation for body warmth. Dazai pushed you to a bench and helped you sit down before taking a seat next to you. He gave you a sideways glance, his mischievous smile softening when he noticed your discomfort.

"You look cold." he commented.

"Thanks for noticing, genius." you huffed, pressing your lips together as the wind blew past you. "Can we go back inside?"

Dazai smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Why? We're getting to the best part of tonight! It's highlight in your life before you, well... pass on."

"Way to make this memorable." you shot Dazai a flat look. The brunette chuckled and took off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

You blinked as you look down, holding the sleeve. Huh. His choice of sweaters were awfully soft and cozy. "I didn't ask for this."

"Yeah, but I figured you'd rather be warm than cold." Dazai replied plainly, tilting his head up to gaze at the stars, his brown eyes reflecting the twinkling lights.

You did the same, turning your head up to gaze at the stars. Your expression softens at the breathtaking sight. The night stretched out before you, filled with the kind of stillness that made you forget the passage of time.

"Not so bad, huh?" Dazai asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You finally relaxed, leaning your back against the bench, letting the chill of the air and the warmth of his coat mix together. "Yeah, not so bad."

As the moment the two shared together progressed, what seemed like minutes turned into hours, and the black canvas of the night slowly faded into the pastel colors of orange, blue, and yellow.

Dazai blinked as the sun hit his view, peaking from over the horizons, its light spilling across his face, softening his features for a brief moment before the familiar smirk returned to his lips.

"I guess it's morning. Perhaps we should head back inside—" Before Dazai could finish, he felt a mass weighing down his shoulder. He turned his head to see you sleeping against his shoulder. Dazai's eyes softened as he observed you, the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each steady breath.

Dazai wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer towards his side as he continued to watch the sunrise. "You know, sometimes I feel this strange, unsettling feeling at the thought of you dying so soon."

Dazai paused before continuing. "Crazy, isn't it? How even a fleeting person can leave a mark on me."

Minutes turned into hours, and hours faded into days. As time progressed, you began to feel more exhausted than usual, each moment began to feel heavier than the last. A constant dizziness clouded your senses and the uncomfortable feeling of nausea creeping onto you. Even the simple act of breathing felt like a struggle, each inhale more labored than before.

Even then, Dazai stilled stayed by your side, even when moments fell into silence, filling the small hospital room with an almost unbearable stillness. Of course, he kept his usual playful, teasing personality with relentless antics—but beneath it all was a fear he refused to voice. The fear of losing you to far soon.

"Hey, Dazai?" you called out, turning your body to Dazai, who was seating in a chair next to your bed.

Dazai hummed in response, not taking his attention off his book. You sighed at the lack of attention and flopped back down on your back while staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm bored." you stated plainly with a blank expression. "Can you read to me?"

Dazai exhaled softly, but nonetheless cleared his throat and began to read aloud. Just as his voice settled in the rhythm of the words, you suddenly interrupted him.

"Y'know, as much as I hate to admit it, I think I'd miss your stupid face when I pass..." you muttered.

Dazai paused, his grip unconsciously tightening on the spine of the book as his gaze flickered toward you. For a moment, the usual playfulness in his expression wavered, replaced by something quieter—something unreadable.

"Don't say that."

You chuckled, though there was no hint of humor behind it whatsoever. "Sorry."

Dazai pressed his lips together and looked back down at the pages of his book. He then turned his head to you, his shoulders hunched. "If I could trade the world for just another year or two with you, I would."

"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" you murmured, trying to mask the warmth creeping into your painful chest.

A lopsided smile tugged on Dazai's lips, his eyes holding none of their usual mischief. "Dramatic? Maybe. But for once, I'm not exaggerating." he tilted his head back. "The world is overrated, anyways."

You snorted, smirking at Dazai. "What happened to Mr. Optimism himself?"

"What's the point of having if it means losing you?" Dazai countered, his voice quieter.

You blinked, caught off guard by Dazai's words. A warmth crept up to your cheeks as your fingers hesitated gently resting over his.

"You're not losing me just yet, you know," you said softly, avoiding his gaze. "I'm still here, Dazai."

Daziai's usual playful facade had cracked, leaving behind something far more vulnerable—something he rarely let anyone see. You bit the inside of your cheek before continuing. "You always act like you have to carry everything alone," you muttered. "But you don't. Not with me."

Dazai was silent for a moment, then letting out a small chuckle. He turned his hand over and intertwined your fingers with his. "How cruel," he mused, his voice now gentle. "Comforting a man who specializes in deception.

You met Dazai's gaze, a faint smile stretching across your lips as you gave his hand a small squeeze. "Even you deserve it sometimes."

Dazai smirked and leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. "How sweet, my Y/n-chan is being so kind to me, finally!"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't get use to it."

Dazai chuckled. After a small moment of silence, Dazai broke it by sneakily planting a quick kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet, but you savored the feeling of Dazai's soft lips against your chapped ones. You touched your lips where Dazai had kissed you, blushing furiously.

"You!—"

"Stop acting like you didn't like it, Y/n-chan. We both know how we feel about each other." Dazai interrupted, sending you a playful wink.

"W-Whatever! You're so annoying..."

Dazai let out a light laugh in response, then pressing a kiss onto your cheek and forehead, only causing your face to grow hotter.

"Stop it, you weirdo!" you flushed.

"Why though?~ I can't help it. It's not everyday when I get the privilege to kiss such a beautiful goddess." he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His lips curling into a mischievous grin as he leaned back, watching your face turn even redder.

That night, Dazai held you close, his head resting gently on your chest as he listened to the soft, uneven rhythm of your heart—each beat a reminder of how fragile time was. His grip remained firm, his eyes scanning for any shift in the familiar pulse, his mind alert to the slightest change. He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, ensuring you were safe. Soon after you drifted into a quiet sleep, the weight of the night finally pulled him under as well, his breath steadying in time with yours.

The next morning, the soft morning glow of the sun bled through the fabric of the curtains, landing on Dazai's face. The brunette stirred from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes as he sat up. Dazai let out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head, turning back to look at your peaceful sleeping figure.

Something felt... off.

Dazai gently took your hand, his fingers brushing against your skin. But the moment his fingertips made contact, a chill shot through him, and the blood drained from his face as he felt just how cold you had become. His grip tightened instinctively, his heart skipping a beat as panic gripped him. He quickly raised your hand to his lips, pressing them against your skin in a desperate, unconscious attempt to warm you. The coldness seeped deeper into him, his mind racing, but he kept his composure, determined not to show the fear that was bubbling just beneath the surface.

That's when Dazai realized. You had finally departed from Earth, and it hurt him more than he wanted it to. Dazai let go of your hand, letting it flop back down to your side limply as he stared at you with unspoken tears.

You were gone, and you weren't going to come back.

Dazai wanted to shout and scream, curse the universe for making his life so unfair and unfortunate, but he held himself back. He reminded himself that it wouldn't change the fact that you had passed.

After that day, the world appeared more dull and lifeless to Dazai, as if the colors had faded away. Everything felt empty without your presence, each moment stretching on in muted shades of gray.

a/n: i think you'll need these... passes tissue box. anyways i love you guys! (≧ڡ≦*)

[kari-sims]

Tomiko Moriyama (she/they) as my entry for the Total Drama Sims season 3 by @jonquilyst!! (thanks for letting me participate <3)

also huge wall of slightly amusing text below the cut (you've been warned!) cause i was caffeinated and ended up having some fun with this ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

👩 Age: 14 🪐 Lives in: Strangerville 🐛 Goals in life: to open a bug museum 💖 Orientation: thinks girls are cute, but doesn't want to waste their short teen years chasing them around (that's what the 20's are for!) 🎶 Hidden talent: encyclopedic knowledge of kpop girl group's songs and dances 🥇 Honorable titles: -> 'Mighty Collector of the Fun Hats' -> 'Prestigious Ambassador' at the ''International Bug Diplomacy Federation'' (only actual human member, but it'll grow, just wait!) 👍Likes: iridescent beetles / cut rock hard candy / slippery mud you can draw on / putting googly eyes on random things 👎 Dislikes: homework / cleaning things that'll get dirty again / humans evil bug killing inventions (unless it's a laser shooting death ray gun for mosquitoes, cause yeah, even a bug loving girl hates those bastards!)

[RECORD 434, another sunny day in strange Strangerville]

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(sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by what's obviously a kid trying to speak in an exaggerated deep voice)

Tomiko: "Tomiko is a girl who didn't need a home with walls or windows - the roof to her 'home' has always been the sky above." (pauses, mutters to themselves) Ooh that's a good one! Wait, people will think i live in the woods, no? Wouldn't that be the dream…

(moment of silence as Tomiko daydreams, then remembers she just started recording)

"Tomiko doesn't have many friends, because she was destined to be a free-spirited loner. With the exception of Clarisse, a girl who dreams ofbecoming a marine biologist. Clarisse was made fun of by strangers on a dumb internet show she went to one day, all because she wanted to win the money and go on a trip to Sulani. Now everyone calls her the 'Dolphin Girl'. After Tomiko decided to console her at lunch in school, both of them ended up bonding over their crazy obssession with nature. They've been inseparable friends ever since."

(another pause, followed by an audible sigh)

"Well, they were inseparable, until Tomiko moved away. Now Clarisse is being weird for no reason... anyways, where was i?

(forgets why they went on a Clarisse tangent and starts to fumble with their unorganized notes)

"Oh yes, destined to be a free-spirited loner, ya-da ya-da. Unfortunately, Tomiko was forced to live in a boring house made of bricks, with white furniture, and a mom who was always mad about her muddy boots on the carpet."

(voice shifts to mimic the mom's screech)

- I'm not gonna raise a savage wild child! Since you love dirt so much, go live with your bum of a father in that Strangerplace world, or whatever it's called.

"Best thing to ever happen to me!" (voice switches to normal accidentally, then goes back to the fake deep one) - I mean - best thing to ever happen to Tomiko! Even though her dad looks kinda weird lately, walking around aimlessly at night in search of his mother. Classic dad, being a weirdo. No idea how this man got married..."

- Dad, I told you grandma still lives in Willow Creek. Why do you think she's in the middle of the desert? Also, she wouldn't be caught dead wasting away her fabulous heels in this god-forsaken place.

"Tomiko pretends she doesn't see it, because now she can do whatever she wants, why complicate things? The only problem is, there isn't much to do in Strangerville with the infection rumors going on, and all the damn sus soldiers. Also, the taste of travelling for the first time has left her wanting to see more. Imagine all the bugs she could find?! But you need money for that, sooo… what to do, what to do…"

(voice returns to normal, a bit defensive)

"Okay, fine, I'm the one recording this… (sighs) I know what you're thinking - "just steal from your dad!". Seriously, who do you think I am? Anyways, I did something else instead. I heard there's this competition with other teens where you get to travel the world, and guess what? I signed up for it! Without my parents knowing, of course, but that is irrelevant. They won't even notice I'm gone, I fear. I just hope the organizers don't ask for their permission, because Clarisse was the one who knew how to fake signatures, but now she's hanging out with other kids at school, and thinks she's better than me."

(inhales, then proceeds to speak loudly at a wall, probably)

"Like... Nina? The enemy? Be so for real right now Clarisse! My life is just grand without you! I'll get to travel the world and educate people on how bugs are friends, and definitely NOT disgusting or too dangerous! Well, most times. I'll also prove that even if you're a weird bug loving kid like me, you can still have a chance at a game that requires you to make friends. It'll be eaaasy! In a few weeks I'll be like, Clarisse who? Hahah!"

(brief pause on their flex-rant, which is totally NOT a defense mechanism because she's hurt by them growing apart. They return, slightly worried)

"Do you think I can die in there? Cause gosh, let's hope not! Imagine going on an adventure of a lifetime and not being able to tell people about your heroic deeds... that'd be so lame! Anyways, I'll see you when I see you, whoever is listening to this… Tomi out!"

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[RECORD ENDS]

wow if you're still here, thanks for reading, you wonderful bean! here, have a cute snail

(´・ᴗ・)>~🐌

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

The green eyed monster

Shen Qingqiu gets a kitten. Luo Binghe isn't very happy about it.

Luo Binghe is angry. Bitter. Miffed. Pissed off. Displeased. Inconvenienced.

Jealous.

This is ridiculous!

He is the Demon Realm's Emperor, he is- he defeated the Abyss!

He is the best husband anyone could ever have, Shizun has never even seen the laundry basin once! Let alone the kitchen! The brooms neither!

So why isn't he that is being cuddled and kissed on the head and receiving pats?! Where is his affection?!

It's all the fault of that stupid, useless furry animal, that pathetic kitten Shizun found meowing its head off in the bamboo forest a few weeks ago, a palm sized black creature with wide, scared eyes and a voice loud enough to echo in the whole Cang Qiong Mountain!

Of course, Shizun is so kind and loving, he couldn't have left that screaming beast to die there, especially since it was so small, so he scooped it up, placed it in his lapels (in his lapels! On his chest!) and brought it back to the bamboo house.

The terrible beast lapped up all the food it could get amd purred loud enough to drown out any conversation, cuddling up to Shen Qingqiu obsessively, sticking its face against his as if demanding kisses.

And Shen Qingqiu gave them to it! Willingly! Smiling!

Luo Binghe was going to die of rage.

The beast had even nestled in their bed - "Binghe, she's too small to sleep alone!" - and in order "not to jostle it", Shen Qingqiu had apologetically told his husband they could have sex later, the kitten needed a "safe, warm place to sleep".

The audacity of that ball of pathetic black fluff to curl up on Shen Qingqiu's chest after made Luo Binghe burn inside with rage. That was his spot!

Ever since that night, the beast had become a part of their daily lives, and Luo Binghe hated it. Shen Qingqiu was doing everything with it, keeping it in his lapels or on his lap, playing with it with his brush handles and kissing it constantly.

Kissing!

Only Binghe should get Shizun's attention, anyway, but kisses?!

He decided that the animal had to go.

Keyword: he.

Because Shen Qingqiu had visibly recoiled at the idea of sending the kitten back outside or building her a shelter in the bamboo forest, no matter how pathetically Binghe suggested it.

In fact, the way Shizun looked, so protective but so heartbroken at the thought of being separated from his pet filled Binghe with so much guilt he wished to jump into the Abyss again.

Which brings us to the present.

Shen Qingqiu is attending some peak lord meeting the details of which Luo Binghe forgot because he's been too busy staring at Shizun's lips as he spoke about it to pay attention - and he has left the beast into Binghe's care for the day.

"Make sure you give her some food by mid-day, okay?" Shen Qingqiu had said, picking up the animal to kiss its small, inky nose. The thing purred. PURRED! "And play with her lots, she's so active!"

"Yes, Shizun, please don't worry, I'll do my best..."

"If anything happens, just come get me, okay? She's so small, so I worry..."

Binghe has to fight the impulse to roll his eyes at the memory. The beast is doing quite well running around, wreacking havoc. Why does it have so much energy? Binghe is sick of cleaning up after it. And it meows so much, the noise is hurting his ears.

Could it be so bad if he accidentally left a window open...?

He immediately squashes the thought. Shizun would be devastated!

So what was he to do now?

He just watched the ball of black fluff flurry around the bamboo house like it's possessed by demons. What a terrible thing. Why does Shizun love it so much? It's just a pathetic little thing without a family or a purpose, abandoned by its kind, that fell in love with the first person that gave it a modicum of affection!

Binghe resolutely refuses to think who that reminds him of.

But the little beast is not easily swayed. It seems to know Binghe dislikes it, so it sticks to his side constantly. It sleeps on his face sometimes, or attacks his ankles when he cooks, even licks his hand when it wants pets.

Binghe hates it.

But he does it anyway - for Shizun's sake! He couldn't care less about this puny creature!

...so, you may wonder, why is he playing with it now that Shizun is not here?

That is because Shizun might realize the kitten hasn't been entertained properly and scold Binghe of course! Sure, he did laugh a bit when the kitten tumbled on its tail as it tried to catch the feather Binghe dangled in front of it, and he found it funny how it reached for his hands to bite at his wiggling fingers - but that doesn't mean anything.

Binghe flicks a finger in the little kitten's face, and instead of flinching, it sniffs his finger pad curiously before rubbing its face against it.

Disgusting.

Binghe scratches beneath its chin with a long nail and catches himself smiling as the kitten purrs and closes its eyes contently.

Terrible.

The kitten ducks its head beneath Binghe's finger and he rolls his eyes. "So needy, does Shizun spend all his days spoiling you?"

"Mrow."

He huffs, but runs his hand over the kitten's head indulgently. "You always hog all his attention, how much do you even need, huh?"

The kitten purrs loudly in response as it rubs up against Binghe's gentle hand, and he can't help caressing down the kitten's small body.

"You're too small. Why don't you grow up, hm? You're making Shizun worry."

The kitten chirps, then continues to purr, pleased, climbing up Luo Binghe's chest from his lap. But the travel up is treacherous and the kitten nearly slips - Binghe's quick reflexes catch it though.

"Be careful. How clumsy. If you get hurt, Shizun won't forgive me."

The kitten continues its journey undettered and finally nestles into the junction between Binghe's neck and shoulder. Its small body is warm and vibrating with loud purrs, and it occasionally turns to sniff at Binghe's face and lick it.

"Stop that." He says, without any bite, and scratches between the kitten's ears with two of his fingers. The animal seems to take that as encouragement and pushes its head against Luo Binghe's cheek.

He turns his head to meet small, green eyes and a purring, black nose.

He cannot resist the impulse to lay a kiss over the kitten's forehead.

Maybe she isn't so bad, after all.

--

"Binghe, I'm-"

When Shen Qingqiu walks into the room, his mouth closes and his eyes soften with fondness. Sat on the bamboo couch, clearly waiting for him, Luo Binghe's head is angled to a side, the small, black kitten tucked into his shoulder and serving as the tiniest pillow in the world. They are both asleep, wearing matching expressions of content and relaxation.

Shen Qingqiu wished he had his camera right now.

[takeyrregrets]

Idea!! a reader who's pretty quiet and cold to people, causing people to dislike him and some people to try and pick on him but stop after seeing it isn't working. And the reader is pretty smart and enjoys writing poems, but a small thing no one knows is that he writes poems about the “weird kid” because he has a crush on him.

The weird kid is weird in the sense that he likes the occult and believes in demons and dresses a bit darker compared to others, he's also a bit temperamental.

- 🦭

𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀―𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗱 𝘅 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 I made him a lot more unhinged than I wanted to at first but oh well―still cute! Also there isn't really any mention of why he's weird but based off the request I'm sure you can use context clues:)

You are too quiet. Not shy, just… distant. Eyes like windows with the curtains drawn, always looking but never inviting. When you do speak, it's short, direct. No softness to it. Some tried to get under your skin once—jokes, sneers, comments behind your back loud enough to be heard. Rumors swirl: Your stuck-up, probably hates everyone, thinks you're smarter than everyone else. (you kind of are.)

They stopped when they realized you didn’t flinch at the remarks.

It wasn’t satisfying. You can’t bully someone who acts like you don’t exist.

So they left you alone. Everyone does. You don't mind.

So when you open up notebook in the library and sees the page with that poem torn clean out, your stomach drops―did someone steal it as a way to get back at you?

Gone was the worst of all your writings. The one with too much in it, The one you never meant to write so clearly, so foolishly about another person.

You flip through every page twice, check your bag, the floor. Nothing.

And then—laughter.

That sharp, theatrical kind that cuts through silence like a knife through tissue paper, Echoing beautifully off the books that line the wall. It’s coming from the back of the library. The corner everyone avoids. The corner he’s turned into a second home after school.

you almost didn't go.

But you do.

you round the shelves, quiet as ever, and there he is—boots kicked up on a chair, hoodie falling off one shoulder, and that stupid silver ring between his teeth like a toothpick. Reading.

Reading the poem.

You freeze.

The other looks up—grins like he was waiting for this. “Oh, hey. You dropped this.”

He waves the page. The handwriting is unmistakable.

You say nothing. Just stares. Your jaw tense.

"You know," the other continues, folding the page neatly but not giving it back, "at first I thought this was some dark romantic manifesto or something. And I was like, damn, I didn’t know our school had a secret poet with a crush on someone clearly unhinged and fabulous."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"But then I read it again… and I realized…" Pause. Head tilt. “…this is about me, isn’t it?”

Silence.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone." He shrugs. “Your secret’s safe with me. I think it’s kind of hot, honestly. Mysterious and brooding. You’d be my type, if I didn’t already think you hated my guts.”

“I don’t,” You mutter all too quickly.

“Oh?” His grin sharpens. “So you do have a crush on me?”

You flush—not visibly, but it’s in the stiff line of your shoulders. You snatch the poem from his hands and turn to walk away.

You hear the laugh behind you—low, pleased, as haunting as it is lovely.

It starts the next day.

After the poem. After the silence. After the look you gave him like he’d cracked open your chest and rifled through everything inside.

Now he’s everywhere.

He doesn’t do subtle. Wouldn’t know how if you paid him.

At lunch, he drops into your space like gravity forgot him. Slides across the table you’re sitting at like it’s a stage, kicks his boots up with a thud that makes you flinch.

“Good morning, my tragic little poet,” he croons, already pulling something from his jacket pocket. “I brought you a gift.”

He flicks a ring across the table. His ring. The one he always wears. It spins and wobbles before settling beside your tray.

“For inspiration,” he says, smiling too wide. “Put it on. Think about me. As if you don’t already.”

You stare at the ring. Then back at him. Then slowly, deliberately, push it to the edge of the table.

He gasps like you slapped him. “Wow. Cold. Rude. Unbelievable. I bring sentimental jewelry and get rejected in public?”

He pouts, resting his chin in his hand. “I’m starting to think you do hate me.”

You flip a page in your book without looking up. Your fingers are tense.

“Dangerous,” he murmurs. “You pretending like you don’t care. I could fall for that. I might have already.”

The grin widens. "I love the chase. I’m like a raccoon after shiny things—I will chew through walls.”

You don’t respond.

He sighs, sprawling across the table now like a felled tree, invading your space entirely. “You know, I used to think you were just quiet. Mysterious, now I think you’re mean. And it’s really working for me.”

You finally glance at him—just a flicker of a glare.

He smiles, victorious.

And somehow, as maddening as he is, you let him stay.

Neither of you says much after that. Just… silence.

But it’s a new kind of silence. Tense. Buzzing. Almost warm.

You could try to get used to this. You already are. And maybe—you hope—he is too.

[imjustabitodd]

Morning with Noctis.

Moon god Noctis x gn reader

No trigger warning, just fluff

Your brain feels fuzzy, as if a ringing in your ears has just finished and you just got your hearing back.

Trying to open your eyes came in failure as your eyelids were too heavy to stay up, falling close each time you tried to stay awake, as if your own body didn't wish to get up.

The rays of sunlight make the vision behind your eyelids a red colour.

The first thing you finally feel is the arms of the deity who decided you were his long lost lover. Trying to get out of his grasp was met with resistance, him bringing you closer to his body, a leg thrown over yours

"My sea star... Please allow me a few more minutes"

Looking out the window of the room, and the door to the balcony the sky was a beautiful red to purple with popcorn like clouds, something straight out a dream. You're not still dreaming right?

You get proven right when the chill breeze barely touches your skin, like a feathers gentle caress. The cold bit in your skin, making you instinctively go further in the blankets providing you warmth. Barely remembering what led to this.

You remember your insomnia, well and clear, but the rest is foggy after you came home from work..

Work..

Fuck you're going to be late. Trying to stand up from the bed is met with the lithe hands bringing you back in bed. The comfortable bedding is very tempting to lay back down and sleep in, but you can't be late, the boss is a complete prude.

"My starlight, a few minutes..."

"You just said that!"

"And it hasn't been enough minutes.. it's not time for work yet. I know you mortals need to do it.. but a few more minutes please."

Not exactly giving you a choice he drapes you on himself, changing the position so that you're on top of him instead of your back facing his chest. The smell of incense and sand practically fills your nostrils. Although you cant say it isn't exactly unpleasant but you dislike him practically trying to get you fired.

"Unlike someone here. I have a job to work."

"Mhn... Sea star... Being late a couple of minutes won't hurt. You'll be well rested "

Finally deciding to bargain, it's probably the only way to get out of his infuriatingly comfortable grasp. But... With what? He doesn't exactly want money or anything.. actually you know how. Perching yourself on your arms you look at his peacefully closed eyes, the white eyelashes kissing his cheek and contented smile.

"If you let me start my routine and go to work I'll come home early."

That of all things caught his attention. One of his eyes opened looking you eye to eye, the black scalera making the white pupil stand out, like the moon in the night sky, one of his eye brows raise in contemplation.

"A.. tempting offer.. alright, I'll play along with your game."

The lithe arms around your waist finally loosened, giving you place to move freely and get out his grasp if you so wished. Lifting yourself with your hands, finally not smothered to his chest. As you stood up to go start the routine you notice the sleepy deity follow you

"Joining me?"

The only answer you got was a sluggish nod as he entered the bathroom with you. At least he was quiet, not exactly bothering your routine or you yourself. It was actually.. surprisingly peaceful, like sitting down in a fantasy garden to drink tea. Looking in the mirror while you brush your teeth you notice that he's just leaning on the washing machine. Looking at him with a raised eyebrow you realized you didn't exactly have two toothbrushes... Eh he's a deity! He probably doesn't need to. Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the brush you notice..

He.

He picked yours up

"Disgusting."

"What? It's just a brush."

The words came out muffled from the pastes throth

"Yeah but, you're using after I did, unsanitary."

All he did was roll his eyes continuing on, without a worry about how clean it was.

Turning on the sink, connecting your hands to bowl the water, splashing the icey cold water on your face, putting on face cream. You don't exactly have time for much. Leaving the bathroom with the deity still not finished.

Opening the wardrobe you start deciding what to wear. Definitely not something especially special, it's a convenience store job for crying out loud.. or just a excuse for your slothness.

Either way, just a t shirt, some pants and a coat incase the weather turns sour. Quickly yelling out your goodbye to the deity you go out the house.

...

..

Now just waiting for when you get off your shift for a good night's sleep curtsy of Noctis

[blackdigitalrose]

I've been staring at this card a while and wondering why it was an instant buy, despite having no real attachment to said character and it occurred to me that the TCG does a really crummy job on the alt arts of Tamers. The appeal of this card is not the effect or the character but how personal it is, Violet feels like an actual character!

It is probably why these Tamer alt sets did so well, no they aren't as personal as the one above but they are at least reflective of the character and their story. The TAMERS tamer alts to this day are still some of my faves!

And while it does feel like they have been putting a bit more effort in more recent sets, it still isn't very personal, even if it is a stark upgrade from this.

Most Tamer alts are fine, they are ok and ultimately that's it, it's all you can say about them.

So, in brief, what do I mean; basically, it isn't like the Tamers have personalities of their own or things associated with them!

I have examples! This post is already pretty long but I could likely think up ideas for all our main Tamers but for now, I'll keep it at one per show.

Tai

01 - Cleaning down his football/soccer gear.

02 - Watching a game from the stands, Agumon in a hoodie.

Tri - Walking home with Agumon on his bike.

Yolei

02 - Repairing a computer or helping out at her families shop.

Henry

Tamers - During a training session, you could have Terriermon peeping a watch through a window or in his room studying up about the Deva's with the poster from the show, Terriermon in plush mode in the background.

J.P

Doing a magic trick to cheer up others/entertain classmates or perhaps drawing up a blue print to something as a nod to his engineering prowess. (Just because I disliked it, doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention)

Tohma/Thomas

Gaomon bringing him tea while he studies or watching him boxing or a remembrance nod towards his mother.

Nene

Xros Wars - Spying on others

Hunters - Idol performance

Appmon, what's Appmon ^^;

Ghost Game sshh, bias is real

Hiro - Sharing a chocolate bar with Gammamon while camping.

Kiyoshiro - Working at any of his shown many projects e.g the Powerplant.

Ruli - Chasing up a scoop for her socials/ Lirurun.

[venus-giirl]

"A enemies to lovers"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.

Fandom: Demon Salyer.

Word count: +1.8K

Rating: fighting, insults, fluff, anguish, enemies, harsh words.

N/A: I'm back, bitches. This last month I've been with final exams and couldn't find motivation to write. So last night I sat down and decided to write an enemies to lovers with Gyutaro, since I saw that the last post had been well liked. Enjoy reading, sorry for the hurtful words, but in this story the two of them hate each other… or not.

THE BOY IS A MONSTEERRRR

The room was dark. School supplies were cluttered all over the space, which was already cramped. Balls, tennis racquets, strings, mats, etc. Everything smelled like gym equipment, covered with the typical layer of dust that was hardly cleaned unless the equipment was being used.

Both of your breaths were labored, breathing hard due to the little air left inside along with the dense layer of dirt. You were angry at the stupid situation you were in.

"You shouldn't have come, it was me who was tasked to go get the mats." he growls in a serious tone, almost sounding like a dog facing his opponent.

"I've already told you a thousand times, he sent me to help you too, the mats are heavy…". you retort.

"I don't need your help, I am much stronger than you".

"You're an idiot if you think a woman can't fend for herself, Gyutaro."

"The idiot is you if you thought you were going to help me with those weak arms." His breath hits your face. It wasn't unpleasant to you, despite his hideous appearance. It smelled like a mixture of mint and body odor.

You shake your head shaking your thoughts away. My goodness, you disliked him for over two grades. He was so cruel and mean to the other students and envious through and through. He was always complaining about those who were better than him, especially in sports.

"Oh my god, you're unbearable, you know that?". You don't know what to respond and the only thing you can think to do is try to vent your anger by making him feel bad. Even though that really wasn't what you wanted, but you couldn't help it.

"Unbearable is your stupid voice and to top it off the door was locked with the keys out because of you, you clumsy girl." He had snuggled closer to you. Although the room wasn't very well lit, because the light wasn't working either, you could see his face with the small solar halo coming in through the small square window located above the wall where Gyutaro was.

His hands had reached your arms to shake you helplessly for the situation. You wince as he digs his fingers in that it almost hurts and you let out a whimper, trying to pull away from him.

"Let go of me, you brute." You fight back, trying to wiggle out of his grip. "I hadn't even seen the keys." When you had entered the materials room you didn't notice that the keys were in the lock, so you assumed that the trainer had already opened the door and that he had them hanging around his neck, as usual.

"Oh, of course. Because the girl is so dumb that even at that she's not able to figure it out." His comments were starting to hurt and tears were beginning to sting the edges of your eyes. You were not going to allow yourself to sink with his hurtful words. If he could insult you with no regard for your feelings, of course you would too. You hated him.

"You are inconsiderate, sarcastic and unbearable." You scream and press the palm of your hands on his hard chest to push him away from your body. "If you were in a different mood maybe we'd be out of here by now." You press your nails into his shirt and manage to rip a button off. He grunts and squeezes you tighter in his grip. Your arms hurt too much. It might even leave a mark on you.

"I didn't need your help!" He yells and shakes you.

"Fuck, Gyutaro, this isn't about help!".

"Then why do you always show up everywhere I go?". His question left you unsettled, blank. In fact, you also had the same feeling of running into him, in the hallways, at the lockers, when sometimes you were late because you overslept, in fights you were always around or even when he was expelled from class for confronting some teacher, you would show up by the punishment room to put some papers.

"What… What? For God's sake, I'm the deputy. It's normal for me to be doing… delegate stuff." You weren't crazy and you weren't chasing him, it's just a coincidence. right?

He laughs in a low, vile tone, not believing anything you say. "And it's also a coincidence that we're here right now?".

Your cheeks were starting to heat up from anger. "Honestly, I'd rather die than be locked in the same room as you." You spit out in a stern tone.

Gyutaro responds with a laugh too unpleasant for you "Dare to say that again and again and I'll break you". The glint of malice could be seen in his gaze. His teeth chattered with every word and his jaw tensed, you almost thought he might snap his teeth from the strain. His grip and his voice were harder and harder.

"Fuck you." You grab his shirt and try to shake him too.

"Oh, I'm flattered, but no thanks." You take a few steps forward and out of sense take a few steps back. You don't want him to touch you. You can't stand it. His touch feels rough and horrid to you. Cold and hard. Painful and… Fuck, stop thinking about it.

"I hate you, I hate you. I can't stand you and you think I'd be after you? Jesus Christ, you wouldn't believe that yourself. From the moment I saw you I couldn't stand you." Gyutaro is silent for a few moments, seconds in which a silent emptiness takes over the room, which, seconds before, had been filled with screams and voices, insults and confessions too painful and cruel to be able to say them to another person.

Seconds in which your body is pushed forcefully backwards. The air leaves your lungs abruptly and gravity takes hold of your body pulling you down. Your back crashes heavily against the mattresses and you feel a large, angry body looming over you. The vibes shook your skin and it bristled at the numerous sensations you were experiencing, fear, terror… But you were not going to show weakness before him. No way, he couldn't see you crying or in a vulnerable state.

Your breaths were agitated, loaded with words that wanted to leave your mouths to hurt again. Hands and legs move, squeeze, and you try to pull away. You sit up, but he places his palm on your chest and sinks you back down to the mattresses. You claw at his arms and groan, trying to overcome his enormous strength. He grunts gutturally and tries to grab your hands again. When he finally succeeds, he spreads your legs apart with his knees and stands over you, his bony pelvis now between your thighs, preventing you from closing your legs or kicking him. You gasp and grunt, arch your back, but nothing, you can't free yourself from him. From his prison. God…you were almost sure you'd never get out of there.

"I hate you you know." Desperate you attack him again with the only thing you have left.

"I know." He replies in a dry tone and smiles showing his menacing teeth.

"I hate your smile."

"I know." He repeats. His face moves closer to yours. Her hair, always messy, now falls around your face, forming a curtain between the two of you.

"And your face, you're so…you're so obnoxious." Your nose brushes against his, his breath hits your mouth and cheeks. If you could sink even deeper into the mattress you would have made it by now.

His weight on your body burned you more and more. "And I can't…I can't….". Your eyes widen as you feel his lips rest on yours. You don't know it at the time, as the darkness prevented you from seeing, but his eyes looked into yours with a glow…an unexplainable glow. His dry, chapped lips encircled yours in a chaste kiss.

Your breath catches and you let out a soft sigh, half-opening your lips. Gyutaro pulls away just an unbearable millimeter and you already feel the cold from the absence of warmth. In an uncontrollable impulse you sit up and kiss him back. You suck in a breath of air and crash your lips against his. Gyutaro grunts in an attempt to control himself and crushes you back against the mat without separating from you, without breaking the kiss again. His mouth opens and he sticks out his tongue to open your wet lips which you open, inviting him in. Your tongues meet, slippery with saliva. Oxygen is depleted as your kiss becomes more intense. Now it has become a war to see which tongue can dominate the other. Your mouths open in a kiss. His breath caresses your right cheek and you tilt your head so you can get more of him.

His hand held the back of your neck. Since when did his hand hold the back of your neck? His thick, calloused fingers curl and pull at it. Your body arches and his body hovers more over you, the mats supporting the weight of both of you. Gyutaro grunts and begins to eat from your mouth as if it were the last meal on earth. You follow his rhythm and you both create a dance, in which your mouths devour each other with anger, rage, hatred and uncontrolled passion. His teeth sting and graze your lower lip. From time to time he gently bites your tongue and curses, in words that crash over your lips, incomprehensible confessions.

You feel and hear Gyutaro's nails digging into the mat and breaking it as he clenches his fists. Your hands now embrace his neck and you pull at his hair, causing him to growl. At an indeterminate point, you become dizzy and can almost feel his pelvis shift between your thighs, searching for something to relieve himself with.

However, the crazy magic of that crazy kiss is interrupted by the jingling of keys and a male voice shouting, "Is someone inside, the door is locked, hello!". Everything falls apart when Gyutaro abruptly pulls away from your body and growls. His weight, his touch, his breathing, his hands…everything is now cold to you. Your mind gradually comes to its senses and you awaken your mind cold again, assessing the matter. You are still there, lying on the mats, trying to calm your breathing and organize the bomb of events in your head.

"Shit…" Gyutaro curses and turns his back on you. Before he leaves he gives you one last look showing his teeth and walks away, leaving his scent, his trail. You hear the professor hurling questions at Gyutaro who ignores him completely, until you stop hearing his footsteps. Your hands rise by inertia to your red, swollen lips and you again hear footsteps running into the material shed.

"T/n, are you okay?" Mitsuri's soft voice sounds concerned, but you don't manage to hear it. Not after what's happened.

"I… I hate him…". You whisper still feeling the trail of Gyutaro's kiss on your mouth.

[lexical-arson98]

Waiting Game: Patrick Hockstetter x Female Reader Prt. 1

This is the story I have for Patrick Hockstetter x Female Reader so far. I'll add on to it with time and would love to hear any suggestions. This is kinda slow burn. Also please excuse any horrible grammar. I tried. The title isn't final so if you have suggestions send them my way please.

Summary: Patrick Hockstetter takes in interest in you and begins to stalk you. You've noticed and you are teasing him, almost playing a game with him. He starts to fall for you and your strange behavior, while you have already fallen.

TW: stalking, fire, animal death, Patrick, a scene where the reader undresses, Im not sure what else, Tell me if I missed anything.

Patrick Hockstetter was the first of the gang to take an interest in you, he realized you were different. You stood out, whether it was the way you smiled at times it didn’t make sense, like when the teacher explained dissection or a terrible historic tragedy, or it was the way that you didn’t talk to others much unless it was to threaten them or berate them. Maybe it was the fact that you had an obvious dislike for the losers. When you first showed up, Richie made a joke to you about something lewd, and you stared at him blankly before you shoved him into the wall and told him how easy and delightful it would be to watch the light go out in his eyes. Needless to say, Richie tried to stay away after that. Even Gretta stayed away from you, she tried to get you to join her gang of bitches and brats once, but it ended with her backing away in fear after you told her how you would mess with some of the kids at school, how you would quite literally mentally and emotionally torture some kids enough for them to either take their own life or take someone else’s and then their own. She basically said, Never mind, and walked off quickly. You smiled as she walked away, knowing you could control her with fear. That's when Patrick decided to stalk you, just to see what you were like outside of school.

He followed you home. On the way, you flipped your hood up and set a small fire in someone’s front garden while staring disgusted at the small, yapping dog that watched you. You walked away and watched chaos settle in for a bit, then continued on your way, flipping your hood down and hiding the lighter in your pocket. The small dog was a little too dumb and egotistical (as most small dogs are) to realize what danger was and didn’t run, it was dead before long, much to Patrick’s delight.

He continued to stalk you, you hummed to yourself as you walked all the way to Rines Street and turned, going all the way down the dead-end street. You lived close to him, he lived on the corner of the next street. He kept following you. You got to the end of the street and walked to the door of a two-story white and blue house with a black roof and a turret going up both stories. Quite a nice house. You unlocked the door and went in, shutting it behind you. There were no cars in the driveway, Patrick assumed your parents were at work or something. He snuck around the house looking for where your room might be until he saw you in the second-story turret window. There was some lattice leading up to just a bit below your window. He climbed up, being careful to not get caught. It was autumn, so the sun was already setting.

He made it to the top and peeked into the room, it was, in fact, your bedroom. There you were, your bag slumped down beside a desk with a slight mess of papers on it, you sitting on the desk chair concentrated on scribbling something on the paper infront of you, headphones on listening to a mixtape of God knows what.

Your room wasn’t entirely a mess, the floor was mostly clean except for a few random pieces of clothing thrown around and your shoes haphazardly kicked off near your bed. Your bed frame was a wrought iron frame and had some random hoodies hanging off one corner. Your bed seemed to have been left as it was when you woke up. Your plaid bedspread almost looked like some sort of nest, your pillow was sideways, and it seemed that you had thrown your pajamas on your bed after taking them off in the morning. Your walls were partially covered in posters and some photos.

Patrick climbed down smiling, he was somewhat delighted. You having a second-floor bedroom made watching you a bit harder, but he could watch you. And he did.

He started to follow you home almost everyday and over the weekends he would try and follow you to whatever you were doing, but it seemed most of the time you stayed inside your room.

The rest of the Bowers gang noticed Patrick’s absence and the fact he wasn’t always with them after school, and eventually someone spoke up. “Hockstetter.” Henry called out, somewhat cold and somewhat angry. “What?” Patrick responded, somewhat annoyed he would be missing out on following you. “What gives, man? You’ve been leaving early for, like, two weeks now.” Victor said, “Yeah, and we know it’s not cause you want to go home, so what the fuck are you doing?” Belch asked. A beat of silence passed. “Is it because of that weird chick? The one who made Tozier piss himself in fear?” Henry asked, narrowing his eyes at Patrick. “I swear if you’re stalking another girl just to freak her out.” Vic added, rubbing his eyes with his middle finger and his thumb. “It’s not to freak her out, she’s just interesting.” Patrick said, as if that was any better. “You’ve seen how she acts, she’s different. She isn’t scared of us.” Patrick said. It was true you weren’t. Didn’t care much for their stares or creepy smiles, you just walked past or ignored them. “Come with me and—“ Patrick starts and then is cut off by Vic: “No! I'm not getting tangled up in your weird shit man.” Patrick made a sound close to a sigh and rolled his eyes. He knew you were different, that if the gang just gave you a chance, they might actually like you. He was annoyed: “Fine, but I’m leaving.” He said, walking away. “Have fun being a creep,” Vic shouted after him. Patrick flipped him off without looking back, picking up his pace so he didn’t miss you or whatever stunt you had planned today.

Meanwhile, you had stopped on your normal route from school, pausing at the Kissing Bridge to stare at the river below. You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the tall boy following you since day one. You were treating it almost like a game. It was amusing and maybe in some twisted way endearing. You had heard all the rumors about Patrick and the Bowers gang, but they didn’t scare you, if anything, they intrigued you. You wanted to get closer the only reason you hadn’t yet was because you realized that Patrick started to follow you, and you wanted to see how long he could keep it up. Today, when he didn’t show right away, you stopped walking. Waited. Watched. He did show, of course he did. You could sense him, most people would be unnerved by the crawling feeling, you weren’t. You looked up at the sky and hummed happily to yourself. Out of the corner of your eye, you could barely see Patrick hiding behind a tall bush. For someone so lanky, you’d think he would be easier to spot, but you actually found it somewhat difficult to find him sometimes. It impressed you. Some nights you could feel his eyes on you but couldn’t find him anywhere.

You laughed lightly to yourself. It was so fun to mess with him, to tease him. Since you had noticed he was stalking you, you’d started to purposely leave your window open at night. Just incase he wanted a better view. Sometimes you undressed slower than you had to, just to see if the air outside shifted.

You began walking again, still keeping track of the boy following you. You didn’t have a stunt planned today.

The sky was turning orangey pink by the time you reached your house. Just before sunset. You walk in and up to your bedroom, waiting a second or two until you sensed him again, watching you through the window. You dropped your bag at the door and kicked off your shoes. You went over to your bedside drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Since your room was connected to the turret of your house, you had a small angular add-on to your room where it was, all windows and built-in benches beneath them. The benches stored extra blankets and a few odds and ends. You walked over to the benches and just barely saw Patrick duck out of sight. You opened the window he had been staring through and sat down next to it, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. Patrick had jumped down the lattice and was hiding behind a bush in your front yard. You could just barely hear his heavy breathing.

Patrick held his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound of his breathing. You had almost caught him, and he was exhilarated. He waited a minute, then two. He slowly looked up at your window, you weren’t looking down at him. He debated climbing up again but decided it would be too risky with you right there. He waited until you finished your cigarette, stubbed it out, and got up. He slowly climbed up the lattice. It was dusk by now, the sky a deep blue. Patrick peeked into your room, you were shuffling through your dresser, eventually finding something. He watched, breath held, as you took off your shirt. Slowly. Teasingly. You had done this before, and Patrick loved it. He would imagine himself taking off your shirt the same way. You turned and removed your bra. Patrick had to keep himself from whining, you always turned around. You put on a tight tank top and took off your jeans in the same manner. You pulled on some pajama pants and walked over to your bed. You got under the covers. Patrick waited, you had left the window open, you always did. He watched through the window, he never climbed in. You were the one person he didn’t want to scare away, so he stayed outside. Watching.

The next morning, Patrick was already gone. It was Saturday, he had planned to get up early to see if he could catch you before you left the house. But the gang had other plans and showed up a bit earlier than expected, ruining his chance.

The gang went to their favorite breakfast joint, the one where the waitress knew their orders by heart. Belch and Henry were droning on about cars, and Vic offered the occasional grunt of agreement. But Patrick wasn’t listening. He stirred his drink with the straw and let his mind wander. He wondered what you looked like this morning, what you were doing. “She’s got him brain dead,” Belch muttered, looking at how drawn away Patrick was. Vic laughed. “Gone off the rails, man.”

“He always was,” Henry added, grinning into his cup.

“Shut the fuck up,” Patrick said, jabbing Henry in the side. Henry elbowed him back, laughing. The others joined in, the noise filling the booth. Patrick let his mind wander a little more. He wondered if your window was still open.

The noise of the others faded into the background. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, your window, your room, and your breathing when it finally slowed at night. He messed with the straw between his fingers. “She even talk to you yet?” Henry asked, his mouth partially full. Patrick didn’t answer, he was still thinking about you, how you slowly undressed like you knew he was watching. Like you were playing a game with him. “She’s not like the others,” he muttered under his breath. Vic leaned over the table, stealing a slice of toast from Patrick's plate. “What, you fallin’ in love now, Pat?” Patrick's lips curled, not in the usual cocky way, but slower and twitchier. “Fuck off.” But he didn’t argue. He didn’t deny it. “Looks like it,” Belch said, taking a sip of his drink. Patrick shifted, resting his head on his hand, staring into his drink. “What’s so special about her, Pat?” Henry asked tone more curious than mocking. “I’ve never seen you this hung up on a girl. Actually… I don't think I've ever seen you hung up on any girl.” He added. “Yeah, man,” Vic added, “let alone stalk one for any other reason other than to scare the shit out of them.”

“Should we be worried for you?” Belch added jokingly. Patrick stayed silent, still fixated on the dark swirling of his soda. The table quieted down, rare for them. “You actually like her, don't you?” Henry said. Patrick looked at him with something dark in his eyes. “She’s not like other girls,” he muttered eventually. His voice sounded dangerous, sharp, like the words didn't fit in his mouth right. “She knows I’m there. Doesn't freak out. Doesn’t run.” The rest of the gang looked at him. This was unusual for Patrick. He never liked girls, he barely liked anyone. Vic leaned back and let out a low whistle. “She knows you’re there and doesn’t bolt… That's impressive.” “Agreed. No joke, man, at this point most girls would scream bloody murder. But she hasn’t?” Belch added. Patrick shook his head. Henry looked at him. The table went silent for a moment. “That’s pretty cool, Pat,” Henry said, smiling and nudging Patrick. “Never thought you’d actually find someone who’d actually get you.” Patrick looked up. “I mean, if she isn’t running and you aren’t scaring her on purpose, then maybe this one is worth keeping,” Henry said. Vic huffed out a laugh. “It’s a match made in freak heaven.” Patrick smiled, a rare small smile but a real one. “She doesn't even know me yet,” he said. “Then let her,” Henry said. “You’re a freak, sure, but you’re our freak. If she sticks around after meeting you? Then yeah, she’s something special.”

The gang finished their meals and headed out. They walked to Belch's car and sped off. In the car Henry was talking about some plan, one that included fireworks and the quarry. Patrick was still in his head, though: “She doesn’t even know me.” The thought repeated in his head over and over. She didn’t know him, and still she left the window open. She still let him watch, still moved like she knew he was there. Patrick pulled at the loose thread of his jacket. What was she thinking when she did that? Was she playing a game? Was she just careless? Or did she want him to see her? Patrick could feel the pull already, that itch underneath his skin that always meant he was going to do something stupid. He wouldn’t be able to help it, not with her. She didn’t run, that made her dangerous. They pulled up to the quarry and got out. Patrick was already thinking about that window, how easy it would be to climb up again, how close he could get without you noticing. He smiled to himself, something not quite right gleaming in his eyes. The others were talking about explosions. Patrick couldn’t wait for the sun to go down.

Meanwhile, you were writing in your room. You had noticed the window was still open when you woke up and checked the yard just to see if Patrick had stuck around. He hadn’t but you found some cigarette butts below your window. He was good at stalking you, sure, but he was getting a bit messy. He had left a pack of his cigarettes in the bush he would hide behind. He left a note that simply said “I love you” scratched out in his handwriting by your window a week or so ago. You just smiled at it and kept it hidden in your desk drawer.

You didn’t leave your house much on weekends, you mostly wrote in your room. When you did go out, it was to see if Patrick was around town, you never interacted when you saw him, just watched from a distance. You finished writing a short story, and the sun had started to go down, casting a golden light through your window. You grabbed a new page and started to draw Patrick. You had done so before, it was comforting. It was your way of getting closer to him before you actually did. The sun brushed your skin and covered your desk in a warm golden glow. You hadn’t looked up in a while, finishing your sketch. His shaggy hair, dark eyes, cigarette between his fingers. You knew it all. You smiled lightly to yourself, lost in thought, until you heard a soft knock. You looked up towards your window. Patrick was there, cast in shadow from the setting sun. He wasn’t smiling exactly, but he didn’t look away. You stood and walked over to the window, opening it slowly. It was silent for a moment. Patrick looked up at you, silently asking to come in. You moved and gestured for him to come in. He crawled in and sat down on one of the benches below the window. You moved back to your desk and sat in your chair. It was silent, not uncomfortable, just silent. “Want a cigarette?” You asked, pulling the pack he had left out of your desk and showing it to him. He blinked slowly. He knew it was his, he had drawn a centipede on the side that was now just visible behind your fingers. “Yeah,” he said, reaching for the pack. You gave it to him, your fingers just barely brushing his. It sent a shiver down your spine, how close you two were. He was in your room. He offered the pack back to you, but you just took one. “Keep it,” you said Yours anyway you added in your head. He looked at you like he could hear the last part. Something twitched at the corner of his mouth. A smile, maybe.

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hello. ive come to drop my headcanons, dddont mind me...

OJ doesn't get much sleep. He mainly falls asleep at the most random times, so if he's talking to anyone he'll start dozing off in the middle of the conversation.

Paintbrush has shark earrings — they own a variety of earrings, but these are their favourite of the bunch.

Trophy likes to think that he can beat almost everyone in the hotel when it comes to arm wrestling, but there are a good few people who could do so, without trying.

Microphone owns a motorcycle.. it's technically Knife's, but he doesn't really use it, so she claimed it as her own. She and Soap go for occasional rides on it.

Bumping into Lifering is like hitting a brick wall. It hurts.

Cheesy owns a harmonica, along with an accordion. People dislike how much noise he makes when playing them, which doesn't add to the corny jokes.

Test-Tube & Paintbrush have matching bracelets, Painty having green, while Test-Tube has yellow.

Knife enjoys axe throwing in his free time. He likes to bring Paper along, for the funsies! Even if it scares him half to death..

Nickel has long hair — he only cut it because it was getting tangled as hell, and Trophy, being the ass he is, kept throwing gum into it whenever he could.

Soap likes to knit every now and then — keeps her calm, and when she isn't cleaning, she's most likely knitting something to go with her collection.

The Cherries have broken multiple windows, and have blamed it on either Trophy or Yin-Yang. OJ believes them half of the time.

Baseball & Knife go to the beach occasionally.. i don't make the rules i just want them to kiss

Genderfluid Tissues.

i will return with more headcanons.. just wait..

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all of these make so much sense and i LOVE THEM!!!!

[mimpinightmare]

"SUPA STRIKAS DISCUSSIONS/ ANALYSIS/ HEADCANONS" INCOMING!!! (PART 2) [Oh yeah, This will become a series]

TOPIC: Diego's Potential Coming Back As A Recurring Antagonist In The Show (Discussions)

I feel like the Supa Strikas fandom will not remember who he is, SO HERE I AM, REMINDING YOU HIS EXISTENCE! >:D

When I was re-watching "Rookie Season", this guy (for some reason-) have always stand out to me, that ideas and potential character arcs for Diego has been overflowing in my brain for the past months- SO, HERE IS WHAT IDEAS AND ARCS I COME UP WITH FOR THIS GUY:

If Season 8 (or Rookie Season 2) ever come out, I've always feel like Diego should come back as an antagonist for Skarra and Shakes.

When the show introduced him, we were shown of him greeting Shakes and Skarra, (even knowing their names), despite both of them have no idea who Diego is. Then he introduce himself to them and reveals he knows them by RESEARCHING HIS COMPETITORS- This is, of course, not a "101 in how to write character motivation tropes" but, THAT RIGHT THERE IS SUCH A COMMON TROPE FOR VILLIANS TO DO- (like I said, this isn't a case for all characters who do this) This just show us that, Diego, is ABSOLUTELY READY for his opponents coming in his way.

There's are also moments where he'll do anything to win (or this case, to have the spot in Supa Strikas.) There's a scene where Diego is the last person to arrive to the Try-Outs and slickly, snitch on the Deadly Duo for checking out the Trophy Room. There's also a scene where in the "Training Test", he wasn't doing great in it that, the way for him to win, is to cheat his way, by sabotaging Shakes by holding down the weights.

And when he got eliminated, he (sarcastically) said he was honored to participate, then goes through a hissy fit that he didn't win, to the point, broke a window- THE MAN HAS GRUDGES AND AN EGO, PERFECT FOR A VILLIAN!

So, after all that, I thought if he DID COME BACK, he should join a super league team (that is not Invincible United or Supa Strikas). I suggest Bark FC. (I SWEAR IS "PROBABLY" NOT BECAUSE HE WEARS PURPLE-)

Now, I know people are probably disagreeing me for putting him in Barka FC (which is fine, we don't need to agree on everything) because Barka FC is well known to be clean and honest with it's tactics, and extremely friendly with other Super League Teams and Players, and pretty much that reputation is thanks to Riano. But, hear me out, THAT'S THE POINT! Diego is shown to be the very opposite of Barka FC is known for, snitching, cheating, being immature after he lose to something. There so much shenanigan interactions potential if he becomes a Barka FC player.

I imagine if he were a new rookie in the team, everyone in Barka would be really nice to him and welcome Diego (he is glad tho). But then, his true colors reveal, every time they lose, he'll go on a hissy fit and say nasty things towards the opponents (even to Teams playing and winning fair and square). Sometimes, he would snitch or accidently spread false rumors because he heard it somewhere, on other players (even his own team). HECK, in Rookie Season, he has really good social skills, so him being a two-face person in the team will make interesting interactions. He would be really friendly to his opponents first, then after Barka FC wins he would give such a handback compliments to them. Imagine Barka FC have to apologies every time Diego do something wrong. Pretty much his Team does not like him (but doesn't show it to Diego's face because, unlike him, their mature people). Actually, I wouldn't be surprise if the guy turn out to be one of the most disliked players in his Team, AND in the Super League-

I kinda headcanon Diego and Riano almost being the same age (Diego being 2 years young than Riano). So, the idea how these two interacting will be SUPER distressing and chaotic. Riano trying his best guiding Diego's way to becoming a "less" dislikable person. Teaching him how to be patient, how to not be a stuck-up, and so far, trying to be the best role model he could be to Diego. Unfortunately, Diego see this as an insult, for thinking there's something wrong with his character to be fix. Riano would be seen, being tired and giving annoyed expressions when dealing with Diego. (Also, I like the Idea, if this takes place after Season 7, Riano would call Shakes up, and let out all his troubles about Diego to Shakes. I also like the idea that, the entire Barka Fc Team would go to a bar or hangout somewhere Diego is out of sight, and cheer each other up after meddling with him-)

Also, had an idea that the Barka FC Players TRY THEIR DAMN HARDEST to convince the Barka FC Higher Ups to let go of Diego from their Team, since he's unbearable to work with and ruining Barka Fc's image. The Higher Ups decline because Diego has really great skills in football and is a great asset for the Team to win. (the players groan everyday, waking up knowing they have to babysit Diego-)

Now, one of his arcs I thought for him, is becoming an antagonist for Shakes and Skarra. I imagine, either in Season 8 or Rookie Season 2, a scene where Skarra and Shakes bump into each other and start their bickering rivalry. And then out of nowhere, Diego pops in, interrupting their rivalry, and give a speech about his motivations, revealing that he will get revenge on Skarra and Shakes for taking his place in the Try-Outs for Supa Strikas, and promise them living hell when they meet him. (I know it wouldn't make sense if Diego had a grudge on Skarra, because Shakes is the one who got in. But I feel like Skarra would still be on Diego's list because he was eliminated, before Skarra and Shakes.) (Also, I want more Skarra and Shakes interactions in the show-)

And after all the monologue speech from him, Skarra and Shakes just looks at him in confusion and asked, "Who are you?" "Do we know you?", like a call back to Rookie Season 1. Diego would be shocked, and upset of them for not remembering him at all- And explain who he is and introducing himself (again) to them. (They still don't remember-) This will give Diego more motivation to take revenge on them.

Shakes and Skarra would brush him off and leaves, underestimate Diego capabilities as a person. Then in the future, Skarra and Shakes would be in complicated situations together, have to solve it together, and will reveal, Diego is the one behind it (and they will take him down together). They will have to now knowledge Diego as a threat and (unfortunately for their sake) have to look out for one another.

I know, and i mean, I KNOW, some people in the Supa Strikas community, want for Shakes and Skarra to interact more and DESPRATE some continuation on their relationship getting better. SO WHY NOT DO THAT, IN A WAY, BY GIVING THEM BOTH, THE DEADLY DUO, A COMMON THREAT TO SOLVE??? DIEGO! :D AND ABSOLUTELY KNOW, somewhere, out there, if Season 8 were to happen, people want to see Skarra's Redemption Arc, so this is one of the way I can think of that would do it! After dealing with Diego sometimes, both of them will slowly open up and bond. Rivalry slowly turns into Friendship again. And Skarra, even though is hard for him, will tell Shakes how he feels. (Less sad and aggressive than in "Food for Thought S7E11" of course-)

I also like the idea of Diego, despite him, probably, have a grudge against Supa Strikas for not picking him, is STILL A FAN OF SUPA STRIKAS-

He would scoff of merely thinking and talking about them in one scene, but in the next one, he is impressed and spats out information about what makes Supa Strikas great. And then realizes what he's doing and nonchalantly says "I mean, their still a bad team tho..." or something similar to that.

It will be a running joke in some episodes, to the point, his Team DEFINITELY knows he still loves Supa Strikas, and a massive Nerd for them. (I even envision one of the players gifting Diego a Special Edition Supa Strikas Jersey and was super excited about it, but then he immediately snaps out of his fanboying-ness, and cuts to him saying "I-I mean, It's a fine Jersey...", but then continues of him saying something like, "Would be a shame if that gift will go to waste...", then takes the shirt in a speed of light, close the door, wears the jersey, and reveals his room is full of Supa Strikas merchandise-)

I know this is a dedicated post for Diego, But may I give some potential ideas for Raj :

Half of me is torn between 2 ideas:

1. Raj and Diego would be on the same team.

2. Raj would be in a different team, and he would join Sa Ming FC. (I've always wanted some Sa Ming screen time for so long, even though they never have dialogue and not important in the show, to the point, the creators unfortunately forgot they exist- So why not bring them back, with RAJ as a NEW ROOKIE?!?! Like COME ON, I absolutely love his design, I just wish in the future, if there if more Supa Strikas seasons coming, we will see him again) (Also need more Asian Representation in the Show, so Sa Ming FC, which represents Thailand, and Raj together, united, is the Asian Solidarity I must have and need!!!)

Shout out to @strika-archyvez for conforming Sa Mings FC's Origins being from and representing Thailand, in their post, under the comments!

There's also some cool facts about their lead player. :D You should totally read up about it here:

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Here's some few ideas I thought for Diego's and Raj's Relationship with each other:

Raj would be the only one who tolerates Diego's behavior and would become "Side Friends" with him in the Super League. Raj would be Diego's moral compass (that Diego tries to ignore), and try to snap senses into him for what he's doing. Diego would think Raj is a nuisance, but secretly likes his company, since his team, nor other players, wouldn't want to hangout with him because of his behavior.

They would meet by random chance, and alot of chaotic shenanigans happens that Raj tries to stop it. I also like the idea Raj would bring Diego to go drink tea, or any beverages, in any shop, to make Diego avoid doing anything scheming for his own good. (Shakes and Skarra should thank him for that in those situations-)

I'm not sure to give him a Redemption Arc or make him stay as a villain. In one hand, I like the Idea he will get better by meeting good people in his life that confronts his behavior (by being BRUTALLY HONEST with him) and confronting Skarra and Shakes about his whole ordeal. But in the other hand, all his trickery and plans I made in my head, are kinda unredeemable for him, and I'm fine with the idea of this man living in the past and refusing to let go of the grudges that Skarra and Shakes wasn't even at fault for.

Either why, I'm fine with either of them. He's a character who has GREAT PONTENTIAL and hope the creators see that.

(This scene in "Trial And Terror, Rookie Season Episode 3" of him really confused me, like I really thought in a way he still controlling the train, but he didn't know it doesn't work, since everything is under control like Coach said, then have bunch of Blammo Bars after "controlling" the train. NOPE. He was eating Blammo Bars and his pain away because he's miserable he didn't get into Supa Strikas- )

BOY, THIS TOOK LONGGGG THAN I THOUGHT- I just want to share ideas of Potential villain Diego for a while now. Unfortunately, not a lot of content around him (don't blame the fandom, he's only a side character in one episode in Rookie Season-). So I guess, I'll be one of those people~

The only stuff I saw, that is remotely Diego content wise, is this lovely art by @matchanxious , where he's older and he's plays for Sultans FC. If this were to happened, I WOULD LOVE HIM TO INTREACT WITH ZOOM ZAHIR (NEED MORE CONTENT OF ZAHIR-) and Duvall too, I guess-

Would Imagine him being super dedicated towards Sheikh, like giving strategies, doing schemes for him with Duvall, and getting any chance to talk to him, but Sheik would get annoyed and try to avoid him- AGAIN DIEGO HAS SO MUCH PONTENTIAL!!!

There's also an old headcanon back in 2021 (I think???) I saw, from also @matchanxious , hers truly:

"Diego would be a Conservative"

AND I THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS AND SOMEHOW, SO IN CHARCTER WITH DIEGO THAT I HAD TO SHARE IT- 😭

This is @matchanxious beautiful artwork of Diego! Please show her artwork some love!!! :

Again, we're at the end! Thank you for reading this if you reach it at the end! Very much appreciated!

And guess what? I actually will be working on 2 analysis post towards two characters from Supa Strikas, by suggestion! :D They will take a little while to do since, again.... COLLEGE! So be patience when I come back with those analysis. And probably more art and edits coming!

Thank you again for reading!!!

- MimpiNightmare

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @i-am-so-strange

Your ideal match is…Michael Kaiser!

♡ This may be a surprising match for you, and honestly, it is for me too! I'm not sure what kind of SO I expected for him, perhaps someone with his dramatic flair and/or ambition. But after reading your info, I didn't have anyone else in mind for you, so here he is!

♡ Kaiser is undoubtedly the snobbiest guy in blue lock, and that's saying a lot, so you both didn't get along at first. Enemies to lovers all the way (again, my first matchup based on this concept!). I'm thinking the first time you both got along was when he made a comment on someone you both found annoying, and you couldn't help but agree, spending the new few minutes gossiping about that person with him until you remember your goal to think more positively about people.

♡ "Film school dropout and a frustrated writer lol". This is the line that put him in my mind and no one else could wedge themself in. Kaiser obviously has a connection to theatre/the arts given the professions of his parents, and he did have a period where he incorporated stage roles into his shit-talk. 💀 My point is, I think he would have a genuine interest in film and writing as a hobby. So he'd want to know more about this side of you, what parts of media/the arts that you like. Even why it didn't work out, if you'd tell him.

♡ Once he finds out that you play the piano and the guitar, he seems to make it his personal mission to get you to play for him. He pesters you every day about it, begging urging you to play him a song. When you finally do, he just stares at you the entire time, transfixed.

♡ One time he accompanied you shopping, offering to pay for anything that wasn't food in an attempt to court you rather than show off his wealth. You seem to be the type to insist paying for yourself, being independent and all, but he was persistent in offering to buy you that gorgeous but expensive coat you were eyeing. For Christmas. Did I mention it was snowing? He was lagging behind you for a bit when you stopped to look through a window of an antique shop. What a memorising sight it was, he just had to take a picture. Yes, his tiny smile was quite cute from the corner of your eyes.

♡ Throughout the first few months of dating, I can imagine the both of you sort of dancing around each other, too afraid to come off as "too much" or too vulnerable. You're both independent and not great at showing how much you care about someone, which leads to a honeymoon period probably more anxiety-ridden than it should be. He definitely did his research on traditional romance and brought you roses, chocolates and a fluffy stuffed bear. Very cute, but it took him a while before starting to get you more personalised gifts.

♡ Once the both of you become more comfortable with each other, the relationship starts sailing more smoothly. The two of you can joke with each other without worrying about the other person not finding it funny, playfully swat at each other, tease each other. Kaiser isn't the type to laugh at little things much, but when he sees you laughing, he can't help but laugh as well. That's the chemistry of love.

♡ Your ability to stand up for yourself is good for your relationship with him in the long run. There are times when he makes mistakes or even pushes boundaries, so you being able to tell him when you're unhappy (in a healthy communicative way) with something he did is vital to the long-term success of the relationship. He needs to know what's healthy in a relationship, what he can and cannot get away with.

Your sibling is…Barou Shoei!

♡ Your mentions of cleaning and dislike of disorganisation reminded me of him LMAO Okay, but seriously, you both sound like a great match! For living in the same house, that is! He'd appreciate those qualities of yours as he also loves cleanliness. It also means you're scolded by him the least out of his three sisters, haha. Though it helps that you're older than your sisters. You're more mindful of cleanliness.

♡ Is cleaning a hobby? Barou certainly thinks so. He often gets you to clean with him, not because he wants to give you work to do, but because he finds the activity enjoyable and sees it as a way to bond with you. He stated his ideal type as someone who can clean with him, which gives us some insight into his preferred way of spending quality time with loves ones: doing chores together.

♡ You're an INTJ, he's an XSTJ (not sure if he's I or E yet), so the both of you are quite similar in that way. Independent, organised. Even down to the being bad at expressing that you care for people part. But! While you're a "looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll" type, he's a "looks like could kill you, will kill you" type all the way through. Yes, he does care for his family, but you're never gonna catch him doing anything sappy without looking constipated.

♡ Barou also looks down on everyone, not just certain people. He thinks his strength is his egoistical mindset, so you know he's even proud of it. 💀 Hey, maybe you learned it from him. But Barou isn't above respecting someone (kinda?) after they beat him in soccer, so he's also working on his tendency of looking down on others. Somewhat. In his own way. You guys can work on it together!

♡ Woah, the both of you are blunt and straightforward. I imagine that causes the both of you to butt heads when you disagree, because you mentioned you know how to stand up for yourself, so you're not the type to agree with him just to keep the peace.

♡ Barou mentioned that he hasn't cried since the day he was born, and by the looks of it, he hasn't laughed since he learned to walk either. When you have friends over and you're laughing with them, he gives you a weird look like having fun is a crime or something. He doesn't say anything though. At least you have friends, tell him that.

♡ I don't normally pay attention to appearance when doing sibling matchups (because a lot of bllk characters have natural colourful hair and eyes) but you and Barou totally look like siblings! Your tendency to wear corporate clothing suits the serious aura Barou always has around him. In general, INTJs seem to have rbfs or at least look serious/done with everything so I'm going to assume the both of you have this unapproachable aura. People can usually guess that you're siblings. You having dyed hair is making me wonder what your reaction was to Barou's new red stripes to celebrate his 100 million yen value.

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "I'm not giving up"

Fandom: Sun and Moon Show au, Adopt a Celestial Animatronic Today au @delusion-wastaken

Rating: G

Warning: none

You opened the cupboard and bought down three cups for coffee. Two were tiny espresso cups you bought in the way home from town.

"He isn't really the friend making type, you know."

You turned to see you new friend sitting on the counter. He was a Solar modle. One of the tiny adoptable celestial animatronics sold through Fazbears. You had asked him if he had a name besides Solar and had recieved a shrug so he was Solar for now.

If he wanted that to change you had told him to let you know.

"Yeah, I know he's gaurded."

"That's an understatement." Solar muttered.

"Remind me not to talk to you before coffee. You sound almost as grumpy as he does."

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up. That Eclipse is-" Solar looked away with a huff.

He didn't know how to explain. Even though the two of them had come to your yard together, Solar had never been able to get close. Eclipse just pushed him away at every turn. He didn't like to admit it but it had stung. They were all eachother had had out there.

"I'm not giving up." You said with that smile Solar noticed always lit up your eyes, "He needs time but he is still here every morning for coffee, isn't he?"

Solar huffed. You were stubborn. Almost as much as that Eclipse modle.

"Yeah, maybe...can you put cream in mine this time? I want to try it." He asked staring at his new cup.

You bought him things. Eclipse would say accepting it meant that Solar was your pet now.

There was a part of Solar that was anxious about that but your attitude had not changed afer he accepted it. You still insisted he could come and go as he pleased and have free reign of the house and yard.

"Sure, let me make yours first, in case you dislike it. Then I can just add it to my cup." You poured a splash of cream into his cup.

"Ew, really? You don't know where I've been." Solar teased with a half smile.

You laughed and Solar relaxed a bit.

"In my tools again, judging by the smudges on your arms. Go clean up!" You replied waving him away.

Solar hopped up and went where shooed to grab a wipe from the box and tidy himself up.

A scratch at the window made him look up.

"Good morning, Eclipse." He suppress an eye roll as the other bot soured further at the greeting.

"Is the coffee done yet?" Eclipse growled.

He was wearing his usual tattered outfit.

"Almost," Solar said climbing up to slide the screen open, "coming inside today?"

Eclipse's eyes narrowed and he looked warily at you over Solar's shoulder.

"I'll pass."

"Oh Eclipse! Good morning!" You turned from the counter with all three coffees held carfully in front of you, "You're just in time."

Solar sat down on the opposite side of the now open screen.

Eclipse had come every morning for the past week. If anyone was going to change his opinion of humans, it might just be you.

[scummy-writes]

How do you deal with writer's block? How do you execute ideas even with writer's block?

ohhh this is a good question. I may not have good answers.

It may depend on the type of writer's block you have, as I feel like there isn't just one singular over-encompassing type.

Sometimes, the writer's block is having all the inspiration, but nothing is coming out. This one plagues me the most because 90% of my fanfics and similar nowadays are just me daydreaming 24/7, and writing some of those daydreams down. Like a lil movie in the background. In theory I could write so much, but I struggle with actually putting pen to paper and considering the actual word choices used.

What I end up doing here is read or....write.... So the reading I try to find a published book that is different from my usual writing style and removed from fandomism, this is to personally help me distance myself from fanfic a little, to see how the pacing in a longer piece may be- which can help with learning to describe 'smaller' scenes and movements, or see how the writer handles scene transitions and similar. And, well, I read! And when I'm reading, I will usually pick the writing apart.

"I really like the way the writer described this movement, how could I describe that in my own words?" , "Wow, you can see how these last few paragraphs built up the foreshadowing for this turn of events, lets break down how they did that." , and... well... sometimes it does turn into "Yikes!! I really dislike that!!! If I were to rewrite that in my own way, how would that go...?"

And I've found that I often struggle to finish books, because I'll get that train of thought going so much that I'll have to put down the book to actually write.

Another thing I will do is that I will open up a wip, have it in a window taking up half my screen, then open a blank document to put on the other half, and rewrite everything word for word. This often helps me catch mistakes, odd sentences, and similar, and it's an easy way to simulate actually being able to write without having the 'blank document woes' where I'm too scared to defile a blank document. I find that once I get in the process of this with some good music, once I catch up to where my wip left off, I've rewritten a few sentences or added in more details I thought of with a fresh mind, and I'm able to go past where I initially left off.

(thats how I set up the screen)

If it's the type of writer's block where you have NO ideas, no will to write and only the vague *want* to write............ you may need some rest. A lot of people talk about social batteries, on how people need to recharge after a social function with some alone time or similar, and then their battery feels recharged! well... You need to do that for creative outlets as well!! You need to make sure you're taking care of your body, and also your mind. Recharge your creative mind by reading, watching, and listening to new or old and beloved things! Play a fun video game with a story that's interesting to you, read a cheesy romance novel, maybe even just clean some dishes and daydream as you do so. Once you remove 'gotta write gotta write gotta write gotta write' from the equation, and chilling out a bit, you end up getting inspired again after a while.

Typically with this one, I will end up writing notes that are very. bland.

So... if it's neither of those, or you have tried a lot of these things, then my next advice would be to try some basic writing exercises. Look up prompt lists, try to write the first thing that comes to mind when one catches your eye- i dont care if it's shakespeare or dahl, you just smack it down on paper. Much like drawing, you gotta do warm ups with writing! it helps a lot when you're stuck! If prompts don't work, move on to rewriting a classic story scene or story in general with your favorite characters, think about how they would act in the situation instead and rewrite it. If its fanfiction, look at some of the events in the game or routes, rewrite it with you or your mc, or how you wished the route/event went instead. write with friends! have friends send you prompts or detail a vague outline for you and try your hand at it!

If it stems from being too embarassed to read what you're writing.... turn the text itty bitty and just Type, to where you ignore what you're seeing and are managing to get words down. You can always make the text bigger when you feel less embarassed!

That's what I can offer off the top of my head!! I think there are plenty of more tips than this that exist out there, absolutely, so maybe some folks reading this might be able to offer to explain what helps them!

[ralexsol]

Okay, so I just rewatched S1 of Loki. And since the last time I watched, so many opinions of mine have changed. Instead of focusing all on Lokius and their character arcs, I went into this viewing instead looking at Sylvie, completely throwing my initial dislike of her out the window to be unbiased.

And MAN, am I glad I did that. Because I connected to Sylvie on a WHOLE NOTHER LEVEL.

In my eyes, I see her as a trans allegory. Lokis are usually genderfluid, right? I mean, that's the impression I get - our main 2012 Loki, who's only difference from the Sacred Timeline was escaping with the Tesseract, is classified as genderfluid. And that makes perfect sense, he's a shapeshifter and all that, yadda yadda stuff that's already been said, love it.

But here's the thing. The thing that made Sylvie a Variant, to our knowledge, was that "she is a woman!" So, let's think about this for a second. She's different because she's STRICTLY a woman. Not genderfluid. She/her in her bio. And it finally clicked for me that she's... trans. Literally trans. AND THATS WHAT GETS HER ARRESTED BY THE TVA! She wasn't the right gender, she dared to do something nobody wanted her to. She was different, unexpected... a Variant. And she had to be annihilated because of that.

I know, I know, I'm just stating what all of us already know, we KNOW thats why she was arrested. But you have to actually think past the annoying "oohhh she's the only girl Loki great original idea Marvel" in order to sympathize with her character, because she is VERY sympathizable.

She's literally just a kid, living as her truest self. She's ripped from her family by essentially the government of the universe. She's taken to a trial that nobody walks away from innocent. But Sylvie is different. Lokis are the definition of chaos, the unexpected, defiance. And she's the most defiant of all, because she defied even the preset she was given as a physical person. Nah, she didn't want to be a man or even nonbinary. She was a woman, and they wouldn't let her be. That wasn't allowed. They would hunt her down just for fucking existing in a way that didn't match up with their perception of Lokis.

Her entire life was fighting against a system that wanted her dead. They would rather have order and their precious little clean, easy system (that in reality is harder to maintain than letting people be free) than to let her just fucking exist as she wanted to.

The resentment grows. Of course you want to take down the entire system. Of course you want to burn it all down. Because not only did the government hunt you down, they had already hunted down an infinite number of people just like you. People who didn't find happiness in what was force-fed to them. People who didn't want to tread down the only path provided.

Isn't that what all of us people in the LGBTQ+ community want? To tear the system to pieces, to start over anew? I mean, that's what I want. Because it's flawed right to the very core - at least, where I'm from (the USA), it is. It was made to keep rich, white cishet men in power. A system built from discrimination and power-hoarding cannot be reformed. And even if you tried, it would take too long. It HAS taken too long, and it's cost countless innocents their lives.

You can't undo all that trauma instantaneously. Of course Sylvie would burn it all down. Of course she would kill He Who Remains. Of course she wouldn't want the TVA to keep existing. Yes, there are people in the TVA now that want to change it for the better. Yes, she needs to open her heart and realize burning it down doesn't fix everything. Because you can't rip everything to shreds and not create something new in its place. Fighting tyranny doesn't just end with kicking the dictator out of power - you have to set fair rules to prevent the same thing or worse happening again.

I understand why she didn't want to come back. She had fulfilled what she thought was her only purpose, and finally settled down into the life she utterly deserves. But her story isn't over yet. She can be at peace with having created a new world in which the tyranny is over. In which everyone makes their own choices. In which she can be a woman and never fear time itself imploding. It's just hard to let go of something you've been holding onto for so long. You've been fighting to keep yourself alive and true, and it's hard to accept when maybe... you are winning.

You are not a Loki because you are Sylvie. You broke your guidelines so deeply that you are your own person. There is nobody like you because deep in your very soul, you are the truest Loki to ever exist. You defy. You survive. You and your glorious purpose, to smile and know you are a woman and nobody can tell you any differently. You are exactly whatever you choose to be.

THATS NOT EVEN ALL OF IT THOUGH. THERE'S MORE. And yes, it's about our main Loki and Sylvie's relationship.

I'll come right out of the gate: I've been a Lokius shipper since literal day 1, and nothing will ever change that. I don't ship Sylki and I never will, end of story. I don't see them as romantic at all. What I DO see, however, is looking yourself in the mirror and feeling love for yourself, having survived everything and still more. Let me explain what I mean.

The whole first season, Loki gets to know Sylvie and more of her backstory. And obviously they have the fun dynamic of being two "Lokis" (I hesitate calling Sylvie a Loki anymore) because they're both insanely arrogant and backstabby, yadda yadda. But Loki becomes fonder of Sylvie. Why?

Because they see this other version of themself that went through something so similar yet so incredibly different than them. They are still genderfluid - and bisexual - and they went through that journey of self discovery. They realized they didn't exactly fit the mold, classic trans story. But the difference is that while their family came to accept that and they got to live their life as themself, they see this distorted mirror of what could've been. They see a life where Odin and Frigga didn't accept them. They see the life they were lucky to escape, a life of hardship and a battle they never had to fight.

Sylvie was so brave. But she's been broken time and time again, and she's lonely, and she's never had anyone to care about her. It's you. She's alone and you've just been told by an old friend that you will be alone until the end of time. That you are unlovable. You are the same. You feel so much empathy and you realize something important.

You're looking at this beautiful person. A person who has endured so much pain, and she is beautiful because she is herself. She fought so hard to exist and she has never had a win and she's never had anyone who ever truly understood her. She is you but not you because she is herself.

It's a similar feeling to looking into a mirror and seeing yourseld as a child. Different but the same. Your lives as a whole are completely different. But you still face the same issues. You look in the mirror and the other you is broken. The other you, just like you, thinks they are unlovable.

But you know what they are going through. And you love them more than anyone ever could. You understand more than anyone ever could.

As someone who is on the aroace spectrum and struggles to parse if I'm feeling romantic or platonic feelings (I won't even get into that), I see the Sylki kiss as a complicated but understandable action. The idea of feeling romantic feelings towards yourself is something unfathomable as nothing really can equate to it in our world. I won't get into the morality of it, because honestly, the answer to that is completely based on subjective opinion, since it's an abstract concept. Anyways, my point.

My POINT is that Loki has a lot of feelings and doesn't really know how to express them. Also, like, I'm pretty sure Sylvie only kissed him because she wanted to trick him into letting his guard down to kick him back to the TVA lollll.

As for the end of S2? Well, after the incredible mind-boggling Ep4, I have no idea what way the plot will turn from here. But as for character arcs, I think Sylvie will come to realize that this new TVA can be a force for good. With a new code for keeping the timeline safe from multiverse jumpers who wish the conquer multiple planes - AHEM Kang or others -, and NO PRUNING INNOCENT TIMELINES, why not keep it around? It's a whole different system at that point. It's no longer forcing people to be exactly as intended. It let's them live out their lives however they want to, safe from existential threats.

Sylvie can sit in the back of her truck looking up at the stars in her McDonald's uniform, breathing in fresh air, and thinking about how good it is to be no longer the only one like her.