#just ask and i'll take funky pictures

[j4yb-rd]

i know nobody was asking for these, but here are the screenshots i took for the backgrounds of my website! might upload more in the future :)

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Divisa || Three

Paring(s); LADS OT4 x reader (not mc)

Word count; 2,119

Themes; reality hopping, alt universe (same universe but things are a little...different), doppelganger, multiple endings, slowburn

Warnings; excessive swearing

Notes; It's been a hot minute 😭 I apologize since this isn't the "Twist of Fate" update, but I felt more inspired to write for this fic rather than ToF. I'll eventually get back into it, but this is just me trying to gradually get back into the swing of things! I still don't have a set update schedule though 🤔

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Well, at least you don't need to worry about why Sylus mentioned the Moonflower apartments now.

Though you do wonder how Sylus knew that both Ezekiel and your mother lived there, but the incident was probably covered on the news and that's how he knew.

The incident being when one of those blue gates appeared in your parent's apartment and your mother went missing from this world. You can't help but feel a bit sympathetic toward the man who was supposed to be your father.

It's heartbreaking to imagine…

The sheer terror of a rift opening in the safety of your home, you and your pregnant wife getting trapped inside of it, having to protect your wife and your unborn child…It made you wonder how your mom got back home in the first place.

But since you can't exactly ask her right now…

“Dear?”

The older woman jingles a pair of keys in front of your face.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You quickly shake your head and take the keys. “I can't remember if I said it, but thank you so much. I really appreciate this.” You drag your thumb over the ridges on one of the keys while Josephine walks with you to the door.

“Don't thank me now. The place is probably a mess — I haven't cleaned it since Ezekiel moved out…Poor fella.” She clicks her tongue with a sigh. “Anywho, if you're anything like your ma, you'll be looking for a job so I recommend checking out the cafés and shelters around here. You're bound to find one that's hiring since everyone and their mothers wants to be a hunter nowadays...Unless you do as well?” She glances toward you and raises a brow.

“Ah, a hunter?” You let out a small scoff as you unlock the door. “I'd never put myself in that kind of danger — at least, not willingly. But thanks for the advice, I'll take a stroll around Linkon tomorrow.” You pull down your mask to smile at Josephine.

“Gosh…you really do favour your ma a bit.” She places a hand over her chest with a distant look in her eyes before she blinks it away. “I'll see you tomorrow, dear.” She gently pats your shoulder and you finally step inside the apartment.

You take your shoes off at the door and flick the lights on to take a look around.

You notice multiple picture frames, funky painted walls, hardwood floors…This place was surprisingly clean and it felt so…lively despite you being the only person there.

A few of the frames were empty, but one catches your eye.

You gently pick it up and sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You know you're not a crybaby, but…fuck did you miss your mom. You wipe the dust from the glass and a tear drops onto the photo. You groan and tilt your head back, quickly wiping your tears so you could properly look at the picture.

It was a much younger version of your mom with a heavily pregnant belly. A bright smile on her face and an even brighter man next to her. He was practically sunshine incarnate. His hand was lovingly, gently cupped over her stomach with their heads resting atop one another.

It made you miss the person your mother would've been, had you been raised here with your father.

Would she have been happier?

Did she regret having to come home with only you?

You didn't even know why she didn't bring Ezekiel back with her, but something tells you that it was your fault…Though you had no one to verify this with.

You set your bag down with a small sigh and pull out the notebook you got from the store.

With everyone being so different, you weren't sure if any of your knowledge from the games would help at all…but it wouldn't hurt to write everything you know down.

All of the guys know each other? At least, to some capacity.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel; all know each other

Zayne…

The main protagonist (Gemini) and I are both present

Evol…Do I have one??

Xavier and Gemini 100% know each other, they work together. Rafayel might know her as well, if he recognizes my eyes

Josephine isn’t Gemini’s grandma?? She didn't mix us up

The Chronorift Catastrophe never happened?? rifts have been around for over 23 years, my head hurts

You rub your temples with a sigh.

You haven't written down much, but your head is already starting to pound with an upcoming headache.

You're not even sure what else to write down.

…Maybe you should just sleep it off and wake up tomorrow for a fresh start.

…You wake up bright and early the next morning, still unsure of where to go from here. If the timeline doesn’t match the one in the games, then what all is different in comparison?

All of the guys besides Zayne seem to know each other, but they could know Zayne as well — you just haven’t made it that far yet. Josephine isn’t Gemini’s grandmother, unlike the games, so does this mean Caleb doesn’t exist as well? Is there even an N109 Zone? There has to be since the Nest is still in operation.

You rub your temples as you get up from your parent’s bed.

There’s too much to think about. You’ll focus on the difficult stuff later. First things first, a job would be a good start. While you do have a considerable amount of cash, seemingly too much for the collection of coins and old money you had, you weren’t sure how long you’d be here and money is important.

And an ID. But even if you had your birth certificate, it would be odd to show people from 2048 a birth certificate from twenty-three years ago…Hopefully you won’t need your ID for anything.

You take out your phone to skim through the guidance tab on ‘Love and Deepspace’, making sure to memorize the names of places, just on the off chance anyone asks. You won’t know where they are, but you’ll at least know what they’re talking about. Oh and you’ll have to 100% avoid going to the hospital, or at least Akso Hospital since that’s where Zayne works — If that part of the timeline hasn’t changed.

You throw on some casual clothes you bought from the convenience store, since your other clothes looked too dated, and put your face mask on. Your phone slips into your back pocket and you shrug your mini-backpack on before heading out the door. Locking the apartment behind you, you head into the city and try to access the maps feature on your phone to show you where to go but, of course, it doesn’t work.

Geez, do you have to get a new phone too?

Whatever, wandering aimlessly around it is then.

The sidewalks were densely packed today and it appeared that most people were in a rush. Were they running away from something or hurrying to work? Your eyes skim over an alleyway nearby, just in case you needed a place to hide, and as you took one more step, you heard everyone’s phones (besides your own) chime with an alert.

The holographic billboards high above buildings went from saying “Welcome to Linkon City, home of the largest Hunter’s Association” to a crimson red colour.

“Alert, Alert!” You recognize the circular robot speeding around the area as an OTTO-PHO from Glint Photo-studio. “Large metaflux readings for this area. Please get to a safe space until hunters arrive and assess the situation. I repeat, large metaflux…”

You tune the rest of the message out as you hear your heart pounding in your ears. Really? Another rift opening in your vicinity in under a day of being here? You’re not the main character here.

What’s going on?

A large, almost neon, blue oval shape appears in the middle of the street causing cars to slam on their breaks. Other vehicles follow suit, some crashing into the rear ends of the cars in front.

The sound of tires screeching, people shouting and running out of their vehicles with children wrapped in their arms…

The rift is a deep shade of blue on the inside, seemingly infinite in size. It reminds you of a starry night sky, but you shake off your awe as creatures begin to step outside of the rift.

They’re grotesque and gangly things, covered in a hard exoskeleton, with long, spear-like appendages growing from their arms.

Wanderers.

You turn to make a run for the alleyway that you spotted, but your body freezes up as you hear a little girl screaming for her sister — they must’ve lost each other in the crowd. When you look back at the child, you notice she’s in the middle of the road, but still close by you.

“Fuck, this is a bad idea…” You grumble under your breath, because you surely can’t leave a child to die…right? And with that, you take off running.

You lift the child up behind her knees, holding her against your chest as she cries, and you make a run for the alleyway, but now it feels so far away. You hear a wanderer growl behind you, feel a sense of impending doom and your chest tightening up with anxiety.

The wind whipping as the wanderer reared its arm back to swipe at you both…and then silence.

When you open your eyes, you see dark reddish black smoke fading away from your body and realize that you’re in the alleyway. You and the girl in your arms are safe, but how?

You lift your hand up to inspect it before you hold your arm out toward a can in the alleyway. You focus on it and suddenly that same mist coils around the can, and brings it toward you.

Why do you have Sylus’ evol?

As if to distract you from these thoughts, the crying child taps you on the shoulder as she sniffles, “Miss…Did you save me?”

“No, I…Well, technically yes, but…” You really didn’t want her to tell anyone about this power — whatever it was — because you did not want to be a hunter. Not if you had any say in it. “I get it! I won’t tell. You’re like Lumiere or…Spiderman from my dad’s old comics! A super secret, super hero.” She giggles, clapping her hands together and you can hear a woman yelling on the other side of the road.

“Kara!!”

“Oh! That’s my sister. Her and her hunter friends must’ve taken care of the bad guys!” She seems excited, however it seems she doesn’t plan on running to her sister by herself.

“Can you…”

“My legs feel like they don’t work…Can you take me to my sister, please?” Kara pouts down at you and you sigh before reluctantly nodding your head, “Alright, but remember — “

“You’re a superhero, I know! I won’t tell. Tara has enough hunter friends, so I’m finally happy to have my own.” She rambles as you head outside the alleyway, before you pause.

…Tara?

Oh, that’s just great. Hopefully she doesn’t recognize you.

You continue your walking, hand gently cradling the back of Kara’s head so she doesn’t turn her head and see all of the wanderer carcasses on the road. Even you felt a little sick at the sight. Don’t they usually just dissipate and go away?

You felt sorry for whatever sorry soul was stuck with the cleaning duties around here. “Kara — Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” You eventually make your way over to Tara, the familiar UNICORNS co-worker of the main character. She takes the child from you and holds her tightly, “What did I say to do whenever we hear the warnings?”

“To run in the opposite direction?” Kara sighs, resting her head on Tara’s shoulder with a pout. “Exactly, I didn’t say ‘stand there like a fish out of water’! You could’ve gotten really hurt if…Sorry, what’s your name?” Tara looks over at you with a smile as she holds her hand out, “The name’s Tara.”

“Uh…” You hesitate for a moment. It’s not like you could tell her your name since you share it with her co-worker, but…Tara is also pretty down to earth, so she might just see it as a coincidence. “Y/n.” You try your best to smile with your eyes as you shake her hand.

“Oh, really? That’s so cool! I also have a friend by that name. She should be around here too!” Tara turns around to shout, “Hey, Y/n, come here for a sec!!” But when she turns back to continue speaking to you, you’re already gone.

All that remains where you stood is a faint mist.

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[arthursfuckinghat]

As promised, here's a little tutorial on how I use photo mode to take my pictures!

It's a long one, but hopefully it helps <3

Alright, so first thing's first, you hop into photomode and see this feller and a bunch of options on the side. It's a bit overwhelming, so let me break it down.

Whenever I use photo mode, the first thing I do is make sure I'm in freecam mode and not orbit. You'll be in orbit mode by default, it stops you from being able to move around freely. We don't want that, so always make sure you're in freecam if you want dynamic shots!

Now, I'll come back to the advanced options and the save photo option, but this is the general layout of the photo mode menu.

These funky little numbers in the corner are important too. Now, if you do use the save photo option for your pictures, they will save to your Rockstar account. The reason I don't use this is because you cannot access your pictures saved on your account outside of your game on your console. You can only view the saved pictures when you view them in game, it'll take you to the social club and you'll see your pictures, but you will not be able to save them or access them anywhere else but there.

Anyways, back to this handsome feller.

Once you're in freecam, you'll be able to move around however you like. You control the camera by using the normal movement controls, and the triggers for moving the camera up and down. You'll notice that the numbers in the corner are different now, that's because I zoomed in on Arthur using the lens button. Even though 75 mm is the maximum amount you can zoom in, you're still able to move the camera closer!

Ta da! Look at this fella now! You can see all of the yummy details. I pressed the lens option three times with the top d-pad button on my controller, zooming the camera in fully. Now, let's press the advanced options.

Oh no. More numbers and buttons. Don't worry, it's easier than it looks!

It's important to note that you cannot move the camera or zoom in again once you're in this menu. You'll have to go back and start again if you want to move things around, your perfect pose will be lost and you'll be put back into gameplay, so definitely only use the advanced options when you're fully happy with your picture so far.

For my pictures, I always make sure that the blur strength is zero. I don't usually change the distance focus, but it's really up to you. The number indicates how far off into the distance it focuses on, it's measured in metres. Now, let's hide the HUD and see what we've got!

Nice. See the difference in the backgrounds? That's what the focus distance can do!

Okay, let's try again with a different example.

The angle is a bit awkward here, so let's move it around.

Just like last time, we're pressing the lens button up three times to zoom in fully and position the camera where we want it.

The blur strength is zero, but I put the distance focus to three metres because I liked the trees in the background. So, let's see what we have now.

Very nice. Not the most exciting, but this is just for the example, you'll be able to find more interesting angles the more you practice! I like to zoom in a bit extra just to capture Arthur's expressions.

Ta da! What a nice picture. To save it, make sure you use your console's built in screenshot button.

Once you have the picture saved on your console itself, import it to your phone or computer and feel free to adjust it from there. Look at these nice pictures we have now!

Hopefully this helps, feel free to ask any questions!!

[holylulusworld]

Bad day at work (3)

Summary: It’s a bad day at the office.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Warnings: short reader, enemies to…, language, banter

Catch up here: Bad day at work (2)

Jensen pushes his glasses back up when you stop in front of his desk. “You can sit at my desk. I’ll be right back with a new mouse. Your laptop will be fixed in no time.” He says, pointing at his desk chair.

“Okay,” you say, fighting the chuckle bubbling up your throat. Jensen looks like an obedient puppy when he pulls the chair for you and offers his seat to you.

“It’s ergonomic and, uh—yeah. Give me ten minutes, and you can go back to work,” he says, turning to leave. “I’ll get the mouse, a brand-new one. What color do you like?”

“Surprise me,” you casually say as you turn your attention toward the knick-knacks on his desk. He’s got lots of comic figurines, funky-looking pens, and pictures of what you assume are his daughters and wife.

You chuckle, imagining he likes to play with the figurines instead of working. When you grab one of the picture frames, he places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch.

“That’s my sister and my nieces. She’s playing soccer,” he explains, proudly puffing his chest as he tells you about his niece. “Uh—I got the mouse for you.”

“Half the job, done already,” you chuckle. "Here, take your seat back."

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sit at Brock’s desk. He’s still out and about,” Jake huffs. The truth is, he was searching for Brock in every nook but didn’t find any trace of his whereabouts. “Let’s see what I can do for your laptop.”

“While you check on my laptop,” you clear your throat to catch Jake’s attention. “Would you mind if I was grabbing something for lunch in the meantime?”

“No, of course not. Go ahead. Get lunch, and I'll check on your laptop. You can get it back in no time.”

You leave the desk to get some food and fresh air. Stuck at your office for most of the time, you rarely get the chance to stretch your legs.

Jake watches you leave, smirking as his eyes land on your ass. He hums and tries to focus on the task at hand, not the things he’d love to do to your sassy ass.

“How is it going?” You ask, walking back toward Jensen’s desk. Plopping down on his chair, you lean back and sigh. “I must get back to work soon.”

“Almost done—” Jensen cocks his head to look at you. His features darken because you dig your fork into the rest of your food. “Are you eating at my computer?”

“What?” You chew on your Chinese take-out. “I’m hungry and have food left. I won’t make your desk dirty.”

His features darken as you keep on stuffing the food into your mouth. “You have no respect for my workplace.” Jensen slowly gets up from the chair to stalk toward you. “You do not eat at someone else’s desk!”

You harrumph. “What do you want me to do? Throw the rest of my food away.”

“I want you to respect my desk, my workplace, and me,” he growls at you. “Who do you think you are?”

“Awe and I believe we are finally getting along,” you slowly get up from his chair to walk toward Brock’s desk. You sit down and start to eat again. “There you go.” You chew audibly. “I’m not eating at your desk any longer.”

“That’s not better!” Jake throws his hands up. “You come here, yelling at me for something someone else did. I tried anything to be nice and fix your problems, but you are still a bitch!”

“Bitch!” You get up from Brock’s chair, throwing your food at Jensen. He dodges your attack, huffing as the food knocks his figurines over. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“What are you going to do, four-eyes?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips. “I bet you don’t even know how to handle a woman. Your only interactions with women are the figurines on your desk.”

“I can handle a woman!” He yells back, not backing down now. “If I see one. But you’re an annoying brat.”

“I thought I’m a bitch,” you chuckle as you stalk toward him. “You know,” you dip your head to look at the empty desks in the IT section. “All of your little gremlins are already home. It’s only you and me, tech nerd. What are you going to do about my bratty ass?”

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[enkas-illusion]

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Reiner x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Friends to lovers; non-titan au

Content warning: fluff, teasing, language, size kink!!!, smut, piv sex, protected sex, oral (f & m), various positions, overstimulation, kinda dom!Reiner, sub!reader, porn with some plot.

Summary: Helping college friend Reiner, who’s cleaning his room, but it turns into a friends to lovers type beat.

Author's Note: Hello, this is how I picture a millennial Reiner if he wasn't depressed as fuck so sorry if his personality doesn't match. Hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading <3

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: From The Start by Laufey / Rodeo (feat. Flo Milli) by Lah Pat

“How do I look?” You turn your back to the mirror, eyes searching your friend's face for an affirmative reaction.

“Thought you were here to help me,” he mumbles, merely glancing at you for a second before getting back to folding and sorting the pile of clothes on the bed.

“I ammm,” you whine as you take off the star-shaped funky glasses, swinging it in your hand as you make your way to where three boxes are placed on the study table next to the bed, “Which pile?” 

He doesn't hear you, attention focused on the t-shirts he's sorting on the bed.

“Reiner?” 

“Oh yeah sorry… I was certain I'd lost this,” he holds his football jersey up for you to see before looking at the glasses in your hands.

“Those are Jean's,” he answers as he points to the right box. You let out an involuntary chuckle.

“What?” Reiner asks as he holds a different t-shirt up, examining it before tossing it into the box on the left.

“Nothing… weirdly enough, it seems very Jean-like to own these,” you explain.

“Didn’t know you talked to him enough to assess his personality,” you hear him mumble, still faced away from you, folding his clothes.

“Well, in 3 years of college, it's not unusual to have a few conversations with friends, is it?” You move next to him, picking up the jersey he'd placed to the side.

“He's advanced to ‘friend’ now, has he?” He teases, finally looking at you as you hold it up to your shoulders.

“Aren’t they changing the jersey next term?” You question, ignoring his comment.

He nods and you smile at him slyly, “So, can I keep this?” He rolls his eyes at you in an exaggerated manner and you take it as a yes.

You walk to the mirror, putting on the jersey over your tank top. As expected, size ‘Reiner’ is too large for you and the jersey ends just a little shy of the length of your shorts.

“Umm, this actually looks quite decent,” you speak more to yourself.

“Okay, Adam Sandler.”

You simply let out a dry ‘ha ha’ at his joke before fiddling with the hem to make the fabric drape a bit more elegantly. You look up to catch Reiner in the reflection eyeing you, only for him to look away awkwardly.

“You know he has a crush on you, right?” He speaks after the moment passes.

“Jean? Oh my! I had no idea,” your sarcastic tone manages to break out a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at you once again.

“It's kinda easy to tell! I can’t pinpoint it, but when guys like you, they act a bit odd… it's just the vibes,” you explain.

“Hmm,” he contemplates as he clears the remaining clutter from the bed, placing it all in the ‘Jean’ box.

You move to him, peeping over his arm, “All of this is Jean's stuff?” 

“Yeah… kinda glad I'm getting a separate room. I may tolerate him as a friend, but I just don't want a roommate for final year,” he chuckles awkwardly, packing his boxes and shoving the rest of his stuff in his suitcase.

“So, when do you leave for the vacations?” You ask as you rummage through the Jean box.

“Flight’s tomorrow afternoon but I'll still have to leave for the airport by… 11-ish, I guess?”

“So you'll move your stuff to the new room after you return from home?”

“Hmm, the guy living there hasn't cleared his shit out yet.”

You fiddle with the cowboy hat you find in the box. Another moment of awkward silence. 

“Do you find him attractive too?” He asks hesitantly.

“Jean? Yeah, I've got eyes, you know; he's fucking hot obviously,” you're the only one to laugh at your joke, “...but I doubt he's my type.”

“Hmm,” he's lost in thought so you just stand there awkwardly, trying to find more interesting things in the box. Something about Reiner feels different today but you haven't been able to figure it out yet.

“If you can really tell on a hunch… is there anyone else who you think might have a crush on you?” He breaks the silence again.

“Other than you?” You tease and he laughs awkwardly, cheeks turning red.

“Stop toying with that… you came here to help me but you're doing the opposite,” he mumbles, changing the subject and taking the hat from your hands to put it back in the box.

You giggle, knowing you've successfully made him awkward. 

“Only here for moral support,” you take the hat once again, reaching your hand up to place it on his head. You bite the inside of your cheek but decide to speak anyway, “hmm… I get the appeal, you look kinda handsome.”

He gives you a crooked smile as he tips the corner of the hat down, “Do I, now?”

“You’re so used to everyone complimenting you by now… regardless, don't get all cocky about it!” you point your index finger to his chest, pushing him away playfully.

“Me? Cocky? I'm just a humble guy… What compliments? I’m completely bitchless,” he sighs.

Your fake accusatory tone turns into an almost serious one as you call his bullshit, “You got at least half the campus flirting with you, the only reason they give up is cause you don't bother pursuing them after the first date. If anything, you are far from bitchless!”

“Not half the campus…” he rolls his eyes, “...it's a lot more than that.”

You chuckle at this, “oh, so you’re aware?”

“I think if someone approaches you to sleep with them, believe it or not, they might like you,” he teases as he watches you go through the items in the box.

“Oh, so you just fuck them and leave them hanging on purpose?” you fake gasp and he moves towards you. 

“Hmm… what's the point in wasting time like that if I have no intentions of getting with them?” he asks and you cringe at his words. 

“Hey… no, I've always made my intentions clear with them, not my problem if they end up wanting more… What's with the judgy look? I don't fuck around that much,” he clarifies. You turn to look at him, only to find him eyeing the jersey.

You whisper a sarcastic ‘sure’ as he brings his arms around and it almost looks like he's about to hug you but he simply grabs your shoulders to turn you around till your back is facing him.

His fingers move your hair out of the way before gliding them over his name on the back of the jersey.

“Suits you,” he mumbles and it's barely audible. 

His fingers accidentally make contact with your nape, tickling your skin and you push his hand away as a reflex. He doesn’t say anything and it's another one of those awkward silences, making you wonder why they've been happening so many times today. 

“I'll miss you,” he says and you look at him as he moves away from you to slump down on the bed, resting on his elbows, having tidied up the entire room.

“You'll be back in about a month's time,” You reply, your cheeks feeling warmer due to such an out-of-place confession. 

“I told you you were welcome to stay at my place for the summer,” he shrugs.

“I know, but it’s the last time I'd be able to attend those workshops… and maybe try for an internship while I still have time,” you sit next to him and he sits up properly to face you.

“Do–,” he stops abruptly, his face showing he’s fighting his own thoughts, “Take care, okay? Don’t be lazy with food or miss meals. If you don’t feel like cooking, just order in.”

“Yes, mother,” you bow, giggling. He rolls his eyes again before hooking his arm around you to catch you in a headlock, but you’re quick to move out of it, escaping as you get off the bed and away from him. He simply lets out a booming laughter at you predicting his movements, shaking his head as he leans back down on his elbows.

As the laughter dies down quickly, he lets out a sigh, “Can’t believe packing took so long, I’m tired.” 

You try not to stare but you can’t help but notice how gorgeous he looks like this – the way his legs rest off the bed from knees down make his thighs look thicker than they already are, while his torso looks slender and muscular at the same time. Even when clothed, Reiner has the type of body that has you imagining what's underneath and makes you feel perverted for wanting to see him naked, imagining all kinds of dirty things.

When you look at his face, adorned with the cowboy hat, your stomach does a flip and you look down at your feet to collect your wandering thoughts, “Should I leave? You can take a nap, we’ll meet later for dinner.”

“What? No, stay,” he pats the space next to him and this time you follow him, leaning back on your elbows as well. 

You turn to look at him only to find him already smiling at you softly. When your eyes meet, you mumble ever so quietly, “I’ll miss you too.”

“I’ll be back in about a month's time,” he mimics your statement from earlier and it’s your turn to roll your eyes. He laughs and you smile at him nonetheless. 

His eyes wander down to your lips and yours follow his movement. He bites the corner of his lip briefly in thought, before mumbling a ‘fuck this.’

Your eyebrows furrow and the silence is soon replaced by the rapid beating of your heart when Reiner suddenly moves closer, almost leaning over you till your noses are only about an inch apart.

He looks into your eyes, searching for permission. You toss the hat he's wearing to the side before cupping one hand over his cheek gently. He takes it as a sign, closing the gap to kiss you hard.

Since you’re supporting your upper body on one elbow, your balance goes off when his bodyweight pushes onto yours.

This breaks the kiss and you giggle as you stumble back on the bed. Reiner straddles you, caging you under him before kissing you hastily again.

His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands above your head. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and you let him. It's filthy – the way the room is quiet except for the desperate smooching sounds. 

He breaks the kiss when you're both out of breath, instead pecking your cheek before nudging his nose to your jaw and you tilt your face to the side to give him access. His lips latch to your neck and your breath hitches.

This is real, it dawns on you. This is nothing like the one time you'd shared a drunken 3am kiss with him about a year ago at a friend's party. A kiss that had directly influenced your crush on him to grow exponentially. A kiss that had been left unaddressed since both of you assumed the other would've forgotten, neither wanting to be the one to bring it up in fear of being that fool.

“You look so cute in my jersey,” his words break your thought. He bites your skin, causing you to whimper at the feeling.

“Rei– mmh– Reiner, wait,” you sigh and he stops to look at you, his grip on your hands loosening slowly. 

“Do you not want to…”

“No! I mean– I do,” you move away from under him to sit up in front of him, “What does this mean to you?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… are you just gonna fuck and forget me too?” you add bluntly.

“I'm not crazy to jeopardise my friendship with you just cause I couldn’t keep it in my pants,” he states dryly.

“Oh,” you fiddle with the hem of the jersey, recounting your next words in your head, “I… I've had a bit of a crush on you for a while actually, so I don’t want to be just another girl you sleep with and never call again.”

“Me too,” he confesses. Your head shoots up as you stare at him, perplexed. “Well, the feeling’s mutual. When we kissed back then, I thought it was only cause there was something unfinished there, you know? But now even after a year, it still hasn't faded,” he scratches the back of his neck.

You stare at him and he waits for you to speak. You clear your throat before finding a comprehensible chain of words.

“Then how come you still continued to fuck around so much when you had this massive crush on me?” you wonder out loud.

“The best way to get over someone is to get on someone,” he laughs.

“Maybe I should’ve done that too… college would’ve been more adventurous that way.”

“Well, better late than never,” he caresses your cheek. You shrug.

He pinches your cheek lightly, “But just so you know, I haven’t had sex in like five months now… it's when I realised I really liked you.”

“Oh my– five months? How are you still alive?” You tease, feigning shock. His palm covers your face as he shoves you away playfully, causing you to laugh once again.

“Then why did you never tell me about it?” you enquire again.

“Hmm?”

“Your crush… maybe we could’ve gotten together much sooner if you’d confessed,” You press further.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Your face burns up, “I– well, you know…”

“Yes, exactly,” he adds and it makes you giggle.

“So, what changed today? How come you’re so brave all of a sudden?” you egg on.

“Because I'm selfish,” he looks into your eyes, dead serious, “and jealous… I'll be gone for like a month, I know Jean's staying back as well… didn't want to lose you to him simply cause I didn't have enough balls to tell you how I felt.”

You snort at his words and he smiles at you. You hesitantly hold his hands into yours as you feel the tension dissipate. 

“Reiner, you’re like my best friend… I know you and you know me. Be honest, am I going to regret this?”

You can sense he’s thinking carefully about what he’s going to say next. So, you wait in anticipation as your throat feels tight due to the nervousness.

“You know sex has never been that big of a deal to me… but if you want to know, yes, it’ll be different with you because I really do like you... You’re kinda adorable,” he kisses your knuckles.

When you don’t speak, he continues, “I know it’s not exactly convincing, but I hope you can tell when I'm being sincere. You can trust your best friend, right?”

You nod as you bite your lip in thought. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling your attention back to him, “You won’t regret it. Just give me a chance, okay?”

You smile and nod your head. He leans forward to kiss you briefly. You pull back to speak again, “It's been a while since I've done this… just letting you know.”

“Oh… we don't have to do anything today,” he reassures you, “I’m just glad everything’s out there now.”

You shake your head too eagerly, “No! I want to.”

“Okay,” his smile widens as he wraps his arms around your waist, readjusting your position with ease till you’re straddling his lap. 

Your breath hitches once again as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, “I would've actually combusted into flames if you'd said no.” 

You chuckle at this, shaking your head at him, resting your palms over his shoulders.

“Relax, it's just me,” he cups your face into his hands.

“That's precisely why I'm nervous,” you reply. He rolls his eyes again before pulling you into a kiss. His left hand is placed firmly on your cheek while his right hand pushes the small of back forward.

When he grinds his hips against yours, you feel how hard he already is. He pulls at your bottom lip as his left hand dips into the jersey to grope at the mound of your breast, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Shit,” he huffs before his lips move down to your collarbone as you grind back and forth over his clothed cock. You pull away from him as you take off your jersey before hastily removing the tank top as well. 

Reiner grins at you, quick to unhook your bra and toss it to the ground before cupping your tits and squeezing them together. You hum as you tug at his t-shirt to take it off but struggle due to his arms restricting the movement. He snorts softly before pulling it off himself in one swift motion.

You run your fingers over his bare chest, feeling flustered at how perfectly sculpted his torso is. Your eyes meet and you don't shy away, wanting a reassurance of his sincerity.

“Yes?” He questions as he smiles softly, recognizing that look.

“I guess there's no going back now,” you joke awkwardly followed by a laughter that makes it even more awkward.

“Why go back when something better awaits us in the future?” He smiles as he gives you a quick peck.

“And what's that?” your fingers find their way to his nape, playing with the fade of his beautiful blonde hair.

“A boyfriend who's whipped for you, can make you happy, keep you satisfied and is also your best friend,” he states all the while tracing his index and middle finger down your collarbone to your perked nipples.

“I don't know about the last one… I doubt we're best friends,” you suck in air through your teeth as you tease him.

“Right… best-est friends then,” he smiles and you laugh at him.

“That was horrible!”

“All my blood is rushing towards a different head… don’t expect me to crack good jokes,” he grunts before abruptly pushing you down on the bed and his lips are quick to attach to your neck, causing your laughter to turn into a squeaky whimper.

Before you realise it, he’s yanked your shorts away, leaving you only in your underwear. You want to facepalm yourself when you realise you’re wearing boxer briefs – not exactly your sexiest pair of underwear. He chuckles slightly.

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothing…” he presses his lips together to suppress his grin before joking, “Didn’t know you shopped from the men’s section.”

“Ah… I forgot you’re used to pretty thongs. Sorry to disappoint, buddy,” you pat his head in an almost condescending manner.

“Not at all, I'm not that shallow… it’s what on the inside that matters,” he smirks as he hooks his fingers into the waistband before pulling the fabric off of you. You smile at his joke but quickly find yourself getting flustered at being completely naked in front of him – his gaze raking over your body making it far from easy to keep your cool.

You push him back till you’re sitting up straight, raking your nails over his torso softly. You tilt your head to kiss him, cupping his jaw as your tongue slides into his mouth before you feel his fingers dig into your hips to pull you closer. You break the kiss to look at him, blurting your words out before your bravado fades, “Take off your clothes.”

He nods before getting off the bed to slide his sweats down along with his underwear in one swift motion, letting his dick spring free. You gulp as you stare shamelessly at his glorious cock, realising why all the women he hooked up with always wanted to come back for more.

Seeing him this way made you discover two things about yourself – one, you’d been dreaming of this way more than you’d realised; two, you might’ve just developed a size kink in case you didn’t already have one before.

You shift till you're sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hand out to him. He moves closer, his fingers combing through your hair before tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

You smile at him before your eyes break contact to instead look at his painfully hard cock, leaking with precum, waiting for you to take care of it. As you wrap your fingers around it, you feel Reiner grip your hair lightly. You lick your lips before enveloping them around his tip, sucking gently to test the waters.

When you hear him groan, you swirl your tongue around the head, making his grip on your hair tighten. Your left hand splays over the back of his thigh while your right hand moves to the bottom of his shaft that you can’t take in your mouth.

As you bob your head over his length with your hand adding to his unbridled pleasure, you feel tears forming in your eyeline when his tip hits the back of your throat a few times.

Admittedly, you try your best to keep up despite your jaw aching as his low moans fuel your desire but you let out a muffled whimper when he pushes your head closer. 

His head that was lulling back till now tilts forward to look at you as his grip on your hair loosens as he tries to steady his hips, “Shit, sorry baby.”

You shake your head slightly before pulling away from him. You murmur an ‘it’s okay’ before quickly taking him in your mouth once again. You fasten your pace, sucking him in your mouth while your hand squeezes the bottom of his length tighter. You can tell he’s close by how he twitches slightly, coupled with how his thigh muscles are flexing.

“W-where?” he huffs, voice strained. You pull away from his dick, motioning towards your tits. His eyes fixate on your chest as your hand keeps on pumping his dick and within moments, your skin is covered with his sticky white load, trickling down the valley of your breasts. You squeeze his length till his cum spurts out completely.

“Fuck… holy shit. You’re so hot,” he pants as his hand glides over your hair as if to praise you for doing a good job. You lean back on the bed, resting your weight on your arms as you smile at him lazily, too tired to speak.

Reiner bends down to grab his t-shirt from the floor before leaning over you to wipe his cum off your tits slowly but you let out a chuckle when it feels as if he’s spreading it around more than cleaning it up. 

Once he’s finished ‘cleaning up’, he tosses the t-shirt away before spreading your legs apart and getting on his knees in front of you. His hands rub over your thighs in a comforting manner as he smiles at you. You lean forward to kiss him and feel him pull you towards him till you’re sliding off the bed and onto his lap. 

His lips move down to your neck while his fingers play with your tits, causing you to moan softly. His right hand abandons your tit to move down to your core and you squirm when you feel two fingers glide your folds open, spreading the wet arousal around.

“Fuck… Reiner,” you sigh, bucking your hips forward while your fingertips rake his back. You slap a palm over your mouth when his middle and ring fingers slide into your cunt. He continues to suck and bite the skin over your collarbones, leaving tiny angry marks all over the expanse of your neck while his fingers fuck into you. He chuckles at your attempt to muffle your moans.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to be a lot quieter…” his other hand pulls yours away from your lips before gripping over your jaw, “if you don’t want anyone to hear your pretty voice.”

He kisses you fervently, shoving his tongue into your mouth to stifle your moans quite effectively, except the noise is now replaced with the wet kisses and his fingers pumping in and out of you ruthlessly.

Your nails dig into his shoulders to steady yourself as you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look at him with a fucked out expression, lips connected with a thin string of saliva that disappears just as quickly as it forms.

“Shit… I can’t wait any longer. Please let me fuck you?” he asks as he kisses your cheek softly. You nod as you follow his action, kissing his cheek in return. His fingers pull out of you and you feel the sudden emptiness as he grabs you by your hips to help you sit up on the bed once again.

He gets up to walk to his closet. You see him rummage through it briefly before closing the door. When he turns around, you see a box of condoms in his hand. However, when he opens it, you see his face drop but you don’t have to ask him why when you see him hold up the single pack left in his hand and throw the empty box on the floor.

“And you said you don’t fuck a lot,” you joke, solely to make him laugh.

Instead he rolls his eyes at you again before defending himself, “I don’t… if I did, I’d have tons of 'em lying around, just in case.”

“Whatever you say, buddy,” you tease again as you move back to lie down fully on the mattress, “just fuck me right and all’s forgiven.”

“Bet on it,” he grins like an idiot and quickly puts the condom on before climbing on top of you. He grabs one of the spare pillows to place it under your lower back. You lift your hips up and let him readjust your position to his liking, till his knees are hooked under your thighs to keep them wide open.

“Ready?” he asks as he glides his tip over your folds to collect your slick before lining it up at your entrance.

You huff out a ‘mhmm’ as you nod your head, accompanied with a nervous giggle. He leans down to give you a quick peck before whispering against your lips, “Breathe…gonna make you feel so good.” 

As his tip pushes into your hole, you suck in a deep breath that turns into a constricted exhale when you feel him slowly push deeper into you. 

“Ahh– Rei– oh god,” Your eyebrows knit as your hands find their way to his chest, nails digging into his flesh shakily.

“Too much? Fuck– want me to stop?” he huffs, trying not to lose his composure at how your walls are fluttering around him. 

“No… please keep going,” you beg desperately as your arms hook around his shoulders. He nods and you close your eyes.

He kisses your temple as he slowly continues to push inside you, “Breathe baby, relax.”

Reiner rests his forehead against yours as his ragged breaths fan your face and you can tell he's trying his best to be gentle with you. 

“Oh god,” you sigh when he bottoms out. He shushes you as his left hand grabs both your wrists, pinning them firmly over your head. As he braces his bodyweight with his other hand, his knees push your legs further apart. He pulls out slowly before sliding back into you with an excruciatingly slow pace.

You whimper when you feel your walls hug his length tightly. He repeats this for a few more thrusts to let you adjust to his size. But truth be told, it has your patience wearing thin, wanting nothing more than to feel him rail your brains out.

“Reiner p-please,” you moan, only for him to play dumb.

“Yes?”

“Faster, please!”

“Like this?” he asks as he slows down further, enjoying the way your frustration shows on your face. He kisses the crease between your eyebrows gently and while the action makes you feel things, your sexual frustration precedes it by miles.

“Reiner, I swear to god, if you don–”

“Remember, you asked for this,” he interrupts as his grip around your wrists tightens, pulling out in one swift motion before slamming back into you. This makes you moan louder than before and you can tell he’s enjoying it a bit too much. His pace quickens as his hips slam against yours with an ungodly force. You cry his name out, mixed with lewd curses as your wrists wiggle against his hold to break free.

“Mmh– Reiner,” you cry and he leans down to kiss your forehead. You feel your tears trickle down the sides and you focus your blurry vision on his face. His eyebrows are knitted with a concentrated expression on his face. 

“That’s it– fuck… tell ‘em who’s fucking you so good, baby,” he groans before kissing your cheek and biting your earlobe. You feel a bit more aware and embarrassed at his words, tilting your head to the side to drown out your moans into his mouth. He obliges as he kisses you back, alternating between shoving his tongue down your throat in a way that has your stomach doing flips and biting your lower lip before releasing it with a pop.

His lips find their way to one of your breasts, sucking on the hardened nipple and making your back arch. You try to wriggle your wrist again before begging him, “Reiner, let me touch you, please.”

“Okay, baby, whatever you want,” he says before his teeth pull at your nipple and your brain feels foggy due to the sensation. He lets go of your wrists and as soon as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, he wraps his arm around your waist. He pulls you to him firmly as he sits up straight, still buried deep inside you as you straddle his lap. 

Straddling him like this hits much better and you find yourself clawing at his shoulders and biceps when he lifts you by your hips firmly before slamming you onto his cock with ease. Reiner’s lips are back on your neck once again as he practically uses you like his own personal fleshlight.

You moan his name with ragged breaths as your pussy flutters around his cock. He slows down, breathing getting heavier before he switches to grinding your hips back and forth. You squirm against him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

From this angle, you can see your face in the wall mirror. You lift your head up slightly to observe the way your bodies are moving together and your cheeks grow hot at how fucked you look, and then you look down to see the freshly formed red marks on Reiner’s shoulders – it’s nothing less than a porno, and you feel your walls clench around him.

“Shit– baby, I’m close,” he cusses as he picks up the speed once again. You close your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself as he starts bouncing you up and down at a faster pace. His cock impales you so good, you have to fight the urge to accidentally say you love him.

His movement gets erratic as his fingers dig further into your flesh as it starts to sting ever so slightly. He bites the skin over your shoulder blade to stifle his moans when you feel his dick twitch inside you. You hear soft cusses as his movement slows down before his grip on your hips loosens and he holds you in place for a moment.

Your pussy throbs, feeling incomplete as he pulls out before gently laying you down on the mattress. He kisses your chin before sitting up to take off the condom, tying a knot around it and tossing it in the vicinity of the torn wrapper. His hands make their way around your ankles as he bends down to hook them over his shoulders.

Your breath hitches once again when his face moves closer to your core. He places a kiss on the inside of your right thigh and rubbing soft caresses over your left thigh, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles and you lace your fingers into his hair. His fingers part your folds and you close your eyes, humming approvingly. He licks a strip up from your dripping hole to your clit, and your head falls back as you sink into the mattress.

Your whisper broken praises when he starts alternating between sucking on your puffy clit and poking his tongue into your entrance. Reiner laps at your juices relentlessly, making your legs shake. Your back arches when he adds two fingers into your entrance, his tongue solely focusing on your oversensitive clit. Your grip on his hair tightens and he hums as he continues to get you closer to your release. 

“Taste so good, babe…” he mumbles between licks before sucking on your clit. His words go to your head and you chant his name in broken moans. 

Your hips jerk off the mattress slightly as you push his head impossibly closer to your cunt, your entire body shaking as you feel your pleasure build up. He curls his fingers inside you, pumping them at a steady pace and you feel your legs twitch.

“Yesyesyes– just like that, don't stop,” you cry as you feel your pussy throb and twitch, your muscles squeezing up before your orgasm washes over you and you cum on his fingers. Reiner takes his fingers out with a big grin, generously slurping your juices up. 

“Oh god, Reiner. Stop–” You try to push his head away due to how sensitive you feel but the man between your legs doesn't budge as he licks you clean. You claw at his hair roughly and he chuckles before placing a soft kiss on your clit and finally letting go. 

Your legs fall off his shoulders limply and he gives you a satisfactory smirk. You hold your arms out for him. He moves up to rest his entire weight on top of you and you almost feel the wind knock out of your lungs due to how heavy he is.

“R-reiner… I'll die if you stay like this any longer,” you exaggerate and he laughs. He moves down till his head is resting on your stomach instead.

“Better?” he enquires and you nod your head as you caress his hair softly. You giggle when he peppers your belly with lazy kisses. He sighs in satisfaction as his hands roam all over your body with a gentle pressure, “I love this… staying with you like this.” 

“I’m going to miss you even more now,” you pat his head softly.

“Should I just tell my parents I’m staying back for an internship or some shit?” The way he speaks makes you wonder if he’s seriously considering it.

“No? They’ll see through your bullshit like always,” you state and he slumps, groaning against your stomach.

“How am I gonna handle not being so close to you for a whole damn month?” he looks up to smile at you and you smile back. You're about to reply but freeze in place when you hear someone fiddle with the door lock. Your eyes widen as you stare at Reiner.

“WAIT!” he shouts as he gets off you, hearing the door unlock but it’s too late. He quickly manages to haphazardly cover your bodies with his single blanket before Jean walks in.

The new intruder stops dead in his tracks when he sees you next to Reiner. You hold the blanket close to your chest to prevent it from slipping as Reiner sits up next to you.  

You give Jean an almost apologetic grin and he forces himself to recover quickly to avoid further embarrassment. 

He clears his throat before looking at Reiner. “You forgot to put a sock...” his words trail off as he points to the door.

“Sorry, it just happened–” Reiner rubs the back of his neck as he drags out his excuse, but before he can finish his sentence, Jean mumbles an ‘alright’ before walking out and closing the door behind him.

You sigh as you look at Reiner.

“What?” he asks as he turns to lie on his side to face you, head resting against his bicep.

“I don’t know why, I feel bad for him,” you pout as you run your fingers through his hair to flatten the messy strands.

He wraps his free arm around you to pull you closer, “Eh… he should’ve seen it coming. He knew we’d kissed.”

You look up at him in surprise, “He did?”

“‘If y'all didn’t go beyond a kiss, nothing’s gonna happen’... so no, I don’t really feel bad for him,” he shrugs.

“Reiner, you’re a meanie,” you let out a chuckle as you shake your head.

“If not wanting another dude to steal my girl is being a meanie then sure, I’ll proudly be a meanie for you,” he kisses the top of your head as his arm traces your silhouette, lowering the blanket off your body along the way.

You blush as you lean forward to give him a quick peck. He wraps his arm around your waist, turning you over till you're straddling him. You rest your head on his chest as he draws circles on your back. 

“Reiner?” you look up at him, placing your hands gently on his chest.

“Hmm?”

“I really like you,” you bite the inside of your cheek nervously. This confession feels a lot more vulnerable than the one from earlier.

“I do too,” he smiles as he takes your hand before bringing it to his lips to place a reassuring kiss on your knuckles. You giggle when he bites the skin playfully. His hand leaves yours to slide down your lower back before squeezing your butt.

“Shit– maybe I can pull out this time?” he suggests as his hand slides over to your pussy.

“No way!” you slap his chest.

“Ugh… fine… put on some clothes if you want to avoid that,” he slaps your butt, earning a yelp from you. He laughs as he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Okay… let me go,” you try to move but he hugs you tighter.

“No, you feel so soft,” he hums as his hands move down to knead your asscheeks. You hum as you rest comfortably on top of him, tracing the muscles of his arm lazily. A few moments pass by in silence before your stomach rumbles, embarrassingly loud.

Reiner laughs, “I guess we have to get out now.”

“I’m starving,” you confess as you laugh back awkwardly.

“Good god, you’re so fucking cute,” he flips you around till he’s on top before kissing you softly. You feel his fingers wrap around your throat as his tongue invades your mouth once again. You hook your legs around his lower back and his hips grind against yours on instinct. You let out a soft moan as your arms hug his wide back, pulling him closer and he groans into the kiss.

“Don't do that… I'm trying my best to hold back,” he scolds as he breaks away from the kiss. 

You trace your index finger down his torso playfully, “Maybe we can buy another pack on our way back?”

“Okay, let’s get you some food,” he kisses you hastily before springing out of bed.

You laugh as you follow behind him before making your way to the bathroom door. He hands you his towel and you’re about to step into the bathroom but stop when he calls your name. You look back at him, puzzled.

“Wear my jersey.”

~fin~

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Ships and Tails - 1969 Elvis (part 2)

previous part

The next day couldn't arrive sooner enough, your thoughts a whirlwind that kept you busy all night. Elvis occupied your thoughts as you tossed and turned in your bed. You decided to take a shower, to clear your mind, but in vain, your head kept picturing him in that library all dressed up, looking for a good read. Then you kept wondering what kind of books he read and no, he didn't seem like the type to read a story about a mermaid that wishes was born with wings instead of a tail. The thought alone kept you awake for hours.

With only a couple of hours of sleep, you opened the shop and set everything up for the day. A warm mug of coffee easily found your hands, your eyes lingered on the grey morning sky. You hoped that it would clear up and that it wouldn't rain by the time your shift was over.

A sigh fell from your lips as you realized that you still had that stack of books to deal with - the same one that you left behind yesterday. After Elvis left, you couldn't concentrate anymore and once you started misplacing books, you decided to close early. Today you found Moby Dick in the Self-Help Book aisle.

That was how your day started, by first stacking all the books in the right aisles and then checking if there were other misplacements from the day before. Hours flew by and you finally decided to have your lunch, your eyes lingering on the front door, wondering if Elvis was truly going to show up like he promised.

Your salad was eaten swiftly and then you got back to work. Students asked for books and you found them with ease, interested readers were looking for something different and you were able to fulfill their wishes. Elvis was officially forgotten as more people came and went, leaving books wherever it was comfortable for them.

Ten minutes to closing time and you had just finished checking that everything was in order. With your hands on your hips, you looked around with a satisfied smile. As you walked back to your desk, the door opened and the little bell followed to make a quiet sound. Your head turned in reflex and you were stunned for a moment. 

His back was turned your way, but you sensed the familiarity in his moves as he started slowly moving backwards.

"Aw, lord.", his voice was barely audible from the storm going on outside. The book he had borrowed the day before was secured under his armpit as he struggled with his umbrella. A blush stained your cheeks as you moved closer to help him.

"Here. I'll take this—", you grabbed his umbrella, your hands brushing together, sending a tingling sensation to your fingertips. You closed the umbrella with ease and set it in the corner.

"Thanks honey.", his tender tone made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy. Your eyes shifted on his and that was when you realized that he wasn't hiding anymore. There was no funky hat or big sunglasses framing his face. It was simply him in all his glory — the bright shirt, the flared pants and the chunky belt. 

What a sight to behold.

"Elvis.", his name fell from your lips in a dreamy tone — your haze caused all this, you had actually wanted him to present himself to you. You mentally slapped yourself at the hold this man had on you.

He grasped the book and brushed its cover from the raindrops as a laugh tumbled out of his chest. "I ain't gonna lie I-I was afraid you weren't gonna recognize me this time.", a cheeky smile played on his lips.

You shook your head with a grin. "You mean without the funky hat and glasses? You weren't exactly unrecognizable last time either, Elvis.", his stormy blue eyes found yours with ease, blocking everything else. He was truly as magnetic as people pointed him out to be.

Elvis cleared his throat. "Well... You know my name, so I guess it's now fair that I know yours?"

You smiled a little, your eyes gazing at the book in his hold. "Well, I guess it's fair... You did read the book so...", you reached for the book, so you could immediately tick it off the list by your desk.

"I finished the last chapter on the drive.", your eyes widened as you looked up, Elvis already sporting a proud grin.

"You were driving and reading?", you couldn't hide the surprise in your tone — that was madness and so an Elvis Presley thing to do.

The brunette shook his head taking a step forward so he could lean his arms on your desk. "Don't be silly, honey. Jerry drove me today.", your cheeks turned a cherry red color and you weren't sure if it was for the nickname he had given you or the fact that Elvis Presley called you silly.

You remained silent, ticking off the boxes on the sheet. "I didn't expect that kind of ending.", his words made the corners of your lips turn into a small smile. You looked up and immediately noticed his piercing gaze on you.

"What was unexpected, Elvis?", you pushed the sheet away and threw the pen in the pencil holder and raised your gaze to meet his curious eyes.

He stammered, shaking his head. "It's just— They both die in the end.", the words fell from his lips like poison, like it was something that he dreaded so much.

You pressed your lips together and hummed. "What did you think was going to happen?"

"I thought they were gonna be together. Forever.", the way he put his thoughts into words made you inevitably smile, unaware of the romantic that resided in him.

"Well... In a way they are now together for the rest of time.", you pointed out, your eyes shifting to the simple cover of the book. "Death doesn't necessarily mean that it's over. We never cease to live."

Elvis didn't speak, even when you finally looked up again. His eyes gave you the impression that he was deep in thought, maybe in the fantasy land that Aaron Stewart had created for Ships and Tails. 

"I'm Y/N.", the question of the day before was finally answered and that seemed to bring Elvis back to reality. He blinked quickly as if trying to forget what he was so deeply wondering about.

"Y/N... That's a beautiful name.", his charming smile was back and your legs trembled at the sudden attention. His eyes were catching every shaky breath that fell from your red lips, baring you from everything you had ever known before.

"I'm Elvis— oh wait, you already know.", he tried to laugh it off, his hand scratching the back of his neck in a nervous manner. You chuckled at his nervousness — it brought you a little comfort to know that he was very much human, experiencing human emotions.

"You wanna give me another book so I-I can come back tomorrow?", Elvis' stormy eyes found yours, his ring-clad fingers clinking on your wooden desk.

You wordlessly nodded, your cheeks definitely hurting way too much from smiling. You crouched down and grabbed the book you were looking for — one you had, unbeknownst to your subconscious, set aside for him. Standing straight, you set it on the desk and pushed it in his direction.

"A Wonderful World, another book by the same author of Ships and Tails.", you explained, your eyes gazing up to predict his reaction.

"It ain't gonna be a wonderful story though, right honey?", Elvis raised his eyebrow at you and you bit your lips to prevent yourself from chuckling.

"Just... See for yourself."

Elvis grabbed the book and tucked it under his armpit, his eyes turning back to yours. "You got a favorite singer?", he mentally facepalmed himself at his question — he wasn't fishing for compliments, no. Or was he?

"I thought you'd come back tomorrow and find out?", you asked, your head tilting to the side in curiosity.

Elvis clicked his tongue, a playful glint in his eyes. "You are really gonna make work for it, aren't you honey?"

You shrugged, the small smile still playing on your lips. "I thought that was what you wanted?"

He nodded, smiling. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

"I'll see you tomorrow, honey."

A/N: part 2 of Ships and Tails - I loved writing it and I fear there's gonna be a part 3! let me know what you thought and I'll see you in the next one 💋

MASTERLIST elvis masterlist PART 3

elvis presley digital 2025 calendar elvis phone case

next chapter you picked from the poll is our honey Austin 🤍

[electricalhuzzah]

eva, I have come to humbly beg for your opinion on my dilemma. since, you know... you're kind of an expert on dilemmas. (I'm gonna stop now.) so last month I was blessed with the opportunity to watch a touring Broadway performance of Hamilton. (ik, so cringe of me; bully me if you want.) anyways, a few days before that, one of my friends invited me to go see a kids' performace of Beetlejuice (the musical!). and I was like "yeah, I'll come, deals are cool," and LOVED IT. two days after Hamilton, I went and watched Beetlejuice again... and fell in love with the musical. it has lived rent-free in my head ever since. (listening to the album did not help.) so what I decided to do today before bed (it's 4am as I'm writing this and I genuinely feel like I have been injected with eight shots of caffeine) is google if the original Broadway actor who played Beetlejuice would ever play him again... and... well. turns out the answer is yes. but here's my dilemma: Beetlejuice: The Musical will touring in my area, but it's the traveling cast, therefore the actor I'm dying to see won't be there. However, it will be cheaper than flying to New York, finding a place to stay, and managing to get my hands on Broadway tickets. I don't know the next time he'll play the role or if he'll ever do it again (this is a limited-time thing anyways) but holy hell, flying across the country is expensive. what should cryptid do?

oooohhh what an interesting dilemma. i am not often consulted for such important matters, which is a shame because i have some great terrible advice to give

i absolutely will NOT bully you for ur love of musicals i ALSO love musicals. i saw hamilton on broadway a while back and loved it :D beetlejuice is also epic live laugh love alex brightman

i’m gonna venture a guess that the actor you’re dying to see in beetlejuice is alex brightman? on account of the fact that he’s alex brightman? if its not alex brightman then my bad but i am gonna use him as a placeholder name for whichever actor youre dying to see

i mean personally id ask myself something like “if alex brightman had never entered the picture in the first place, would i bother seeing the travelling cast at all?” cuz if the answer is no then you’ve deconstruction tje two choice illusion and realized that you are particularly invested in alex brightman, moreso than the show itself. badda bam it’s new york time babey bagels galore wallet empty

however i suspect in my bones, based on additional context, that you love the show as a whole and would still prolly appreciate the heck outta the travelling cast’s performance. but like. alex brightman. i get it man. our dilemma remains unsolved

my dad’s philosophy has always been somethin to the effect of “make memories now and make money later” because like. opportunities for memories are often more scarce than opportunities for money. then again my father’s primary investment is guiness so take that with at least one grain of salt

i guess it’s really a matter of whats feasible for you rn? if you wanna whittle down the costs, reddit is often shifty as hell but the people there know things.

but overall man like. i aint a financial advisor. id prioritize your own wellbeing above all, in my humble opinion. if you whittle down costs, will you still be able to afford, like… food and utilities and medications and other essentials? because if the question is “should i eat popcorn as my only meal and stop my meds for the next four months so i can see alex brightman” then the answer is definitely no. but if its a matter of “i gots some fun funky savings that’ll cover a decent chunk of the bill here, should i drain my savings on this specifically or not” then like maybe bro spoil urself. be your own sugar daddy 😎

then again i have poor spending habits and i ate dino nuggets + cake for breakfast this morning so maybe like. dont take advice from such a creature 🤷🤷

or ☝️ and this is just an idea

ive heard furry porn commissions are bountiful these days (joke)

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #473

Today, J and I went to a faraway town because their local college was holding an open house for their aviation maintenance program. We left the house at around 9:30am so we could be there by 11:15am. J was hoping that the program would be part-time, unlike the program closer to home. Unfortunately, not only is it not available to be done part time, but also, it's supposedly “fast-paced”, which is generally code for, “we cram far too much information into too short a span of time for anyone to learn the material thoroughly and effectively.” Insert the mental image of me rolling my eyes so hard that they are potentially in danger of rolling right out of my skull.

So... the mission was a bust. But that's all right, because I got to spend lots of time with J in the car, and... I was hoping to take pictures of the scenery, but it was raining and gloomy, and... nothing looked particularly inspiring.

So instead, I got some pictures of the rain on the windshield, because I thought it made neat patterns! Here!

J and I stopped at Paula's Runway Cafe; we've been there before with a larger group of pilots, and I took pictures. Here, in case you need a refresher:

This time, it was just J and I. We got a nice little table in the corner to ourselves, which was pretty great! J got some french toast, and I got some biscuits and gravy, and a coffee!

The waitress who tended us actually caught me in the middle of getting the photos of the coffee and thought they were rad! So she asked me if I could send them to her, so that she could send them to the owner of the cafe, in order to make an Instagram post!! How cool!! I'll send the link here at some point if they actually do that!

I still wasn't able to gather up much in the way of scenery on the way back; it seemed to be raining everywhere all day today, and so everything looked really dreary, except for this pretty cool set of rocks jutting out from the ground:

I also got several really nice pictures of some birds of prey! I was actually pretty surprised that I was able to snag these, since I was zoomed in pretty far and we were in a fast-moving vehicle...

I even decided to edit a few of them to make them kinda funky-looking! I like how these turned out!

J and I stopped at a camping supply store before heading home. There were a few odds and ends we needed – some sleeping pads to insulate us from the cold ground, some sleeping bags that are rated for cold weather, a couple of water filters that will make any water safe to drink (we don't know the quality of the tap water in other states, and we still remember our experience in Washington D.C...), and a few other odds and ends that will make needing to go to the bathroom in the woods a little less awful, in case we need to do that. We also went to pick up my medicine – one that keeps my stomach acid in check, and another that keeps my blood pressure in check. Important stuff!

We were both pretty tired by the time we got home, but that's all right. I got to spend time time in a video chat with a dear friend of mine, whom we are hopefully going to visit during our trip! There are several people who read my silly letters to you, along the route we planned, who expressed an interest in us visiting them, actually! I am very much looking forward to this!

...Still... what a surreal thing that is!! Goodness!!

And that's really the long and short of today. I wish you could tell me how today went for you. That'd be super nice actually.

...You really don't know what I'd give to be able to sit in the same space with you and just talk to you for a little while.

I suppose I ought to end today's letter here. I wanted to maybe play some Valheim with J, and we're a'creep-creep-creepin' up on our bedtime, so... I had better get started on setting that up now.

I love you. And I hope someday you'll be able to have your own adventures that are similar to the kinds of adventures J and I have. Please stay safe so you can do that, okay?

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Lord Raiden w/ CG Liu Kang & Kung Lao

They spent the next little while mostly coloring and chatting, and of course cuddling. Raiden's picture was perfect!! Well, it was mostly just scribbles, coloring outside the lines too.

But it was the first time he had ever drawn outside the lines. And that itself was very important. Raiden usually fussy about his pictures needing to look nice. So he was probably very deep in his regression, an incident that has yet to ever happen.

Raiden seemed a bit sleepy. Not enough to get him to bed, but definitely somewhat tired. Most likely feeling almost exhausted after crying that hard. But Liu Kang and Kung lao knew toddlers. And while Raiden would go to bed if they asked, he'd probably get a bit fussy.

What was an activity that could tire him out? . . .

"What about a dance party?" Liu Kang suggested as Raiden finished.

Kung Lao pouted, "I am not done with my picture, mister."

"Dance?" Raiden asked, seeming interested.

"Yeah! We could turn on some funky music-"

"No one says funky anymore," Kung Lao butted it.

"And make a fun little dance!" Liu Kang continued, ignoring his friend.

Sometimes when Liu Kang was small, they'd have dance time!! So they had a small music player, mostly full of 80s-90s music. Raiden was incredibly good at dancing, so was Liu Kang. Little Raiden didn't dance much, but he enjoyed watching Liu kang dance.

"You wanna dance, kiddo?" Liu Kang asked.

"Blankie dance?" Raiden asked, he didn't wanna take off his blankie.

"I think blankie would love to dance!" Liu Kang agreed. Raiden let him go so Liu Kang could stand up, causing Kung Lao to fuss.

"You ruined my picture- I hope you're happy!" Kung Lao grumbled.

"Very much so," Liu Kang smirked, turning his music player on. "Okay, now we dance!"

Raiden was a very stiff dancer.

To try and help, Liu Kang danced his heart out. Some old 80s moves he liked doing sometimes that made others laugh. (It definitely got Kung Lao to laugh, mostly at him.)

But Raiden kind stood in place, his blankie wrapped around him. Smiling as he watched Liu Kang practically break it down. Kung Lao finished up his picture before joining Raiden's side.

"You know, your supposed to dance too," Kung Lao whispered to the God.

Raiden blinked at him before giving two small hops, looking at Kung Lao happily.

". . . I like that dance, that's a pretty nice dance," Kung Lao praised. "Better than Liu's over there."

"What?!" Liu Kang pouted, causing Raiden to giggle.

"Dance!" Raiden whispered, hopping again. It wasn't really a hop, he barely went onto his toes.

"Oh yeah, I like that dance way better!" Kung Lao nodded, bouncing himself. Although he actually bounced, compared to Raiden's tiny tippy-toe hops.

"You are being so mean tonight," Liu Kang crossed his arms, huffing, "So, so mean."

Raiden frowned, not liking Liu Kang's tone. Liu Kang had meant it in a teasing manner, but it made Raiden upset. He didn't want any conflict, he didn't want Liu to be angry, and he didn't want Lao to be mean.

"Lao, gotta say sorry," Raiden tugged on Kung Lao's shirt.

"What? I didn't do nothing!" Kung Lao pouted. Although he saw the tears that began to well in Raiden's eyes. "I mean . . I'm sorry for being mean tonight Liu."

Liu Kang smirked, sighing dramatically, "Well I guess I can accept this apology of yours, my friend."

". . . And I thought I've been spending too much time with Cage," Kung Lao nudged Raiden, earning a small giggle and a nod.

"Lao, getting sleepy," Raiden fussed, rubbing his puffy, tired eyes.

"You're getting sleepy?" Kung Lao asked, receiving a small nod. "Come on, we'll cuddle in my bed. It's much more comfy than Liu Kang's bed."

"Wha- I wanna join," Liu Kang frowned.

"Let Liu join, pease Lao?" Raiden asked quietly.

"Oh of course I will!" Kung Lao gently hushed him. "I'm not that mean. Of course Liu can come join our cuddle pile."

"I'll get my blanket!" Liu Kang smiled.

The bed was not at all big enough to fit all three of them, especially with Raiden's size. But, somehow, they made it work. Three blankets on top of them, limbs smushed together. Bad bad feelings gone away, and a tiny baby sound asleep in bed.

Fujin was thankful he found him like that. He had been there when Raiden first regressed, tucking him into bed afterward.

The baby must have gotten out to see his two friends. Fujin had been looking throughout the entire sky temple to find where on earth he was.

At least he was safe. A small lecture might be done tomorrow, but probably not.

. . . Especially if Raien was still small when he woke up.

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Pt 1

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - carving pumpkins with ryan

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pov: it's almost halloween and ryan bought two pumpkins for you and him to carve together and do the best looking pumpkins ever :)

warnings: some swears here and there

type: fluff

member: ryan nguyen (azngami)

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so.. ryan was bored on a sunday afternoon

he was scrolling through his phone to cure his boredoom and saw an instagram post saying "buy pumpkins for halloween" (sorry i didn't had much inspiration for the add caption 💀😭)

ryan smiled and decided to go to the closest supermarket and brought two medium pumpkins for you and him

(More under the cut!)

he's just really creative

while you were doing your own things, ryan came into your room and smiled proudly of his projects that he wanted to do with you

"want to carve pumpkins with me?"

ofc, you said yes <3

and it immediately made him super happy

nguyen would have decorated the apartment with halloween decorations (i know ryan do not own an appartment since he's moving houses to houses with the boys, but let's say he have one with you lol) and spooky stuff around the differents room

i know ryan is a SIMP for christmas, but i also know he kinda like halloween (but not like he do for xmas haha)

ANYWAYS-

he would have put tablecloths or paper journals that you guys don't really use or read on your table to avoid a mess

this man brought even the little knife to do it perfectly

like.. this boy wanted to do this activity with you so bad

"i bet my pumpkins can be cuter than yours"

"lol, you wish"

"ooh y/n have some talk back? mmh i love it"

he smiled while saying that

"if you really think your chances to do an aesthetic and beautiful pumpkins are much higher than mine, then let's do a contest on our ig stories so the stars can vote. the loser have to do the dishes for the rest of the week and have to buy the other, snacks and drinks they want"

ryan love so much the stars

so you would agree to that challenge

and ofc, it would make him super happy

"alright, bet. we have 30 minutes to take all the inside out and we'll have 45 minutes to carve it. i'll put the timer"

"that's a serious challenge.."

"well yeah! if i have to carve pumpkins against my girlfriend, i better take it seriously. i would love to see you doing all the dishes and making me food" he said while laughing

he would definitively (try to) put pumpkin flesh on your face and on your nose

"sorry, it was too tempting"

he would laugh so much and take a lot of pictures

he love taking pictures with you

he love being loved by you <3

he would try his best to make you loose

"oh shit, yours is looking pretty sick.. mind if i add my little spice to it?"

"mind your little spice for later, i don't want to lose!"

"it'll make you win! you know how creative i am, right?"

"right.."

he would def carve something he found on pinterest or in google

' easy and funky carving pumpkins ideas '

" damn, these aren't easy! fuck that shit "

" i thought you were creative.."

"hey you, you know what, shut up, y/n!! mind your pumpkin!" he would say obvs laughing to make you know he's kidding

after that curving, he would be super proud of his pumpkin, but then... he would look at yours and be a bit jealous (just a little bit)

"woah.. y/n, you're really talented! it look fucking good and sick!! i love it!"

he tried his best

like literally

he wanted to win so so bad, but he know how great as an artist you are.. like, you could do whatever you want and it would still look sick and awesome

though, he would still be proud of his, he knew he wouldn't be able to win with your masterpiece

he would post a picture of both of your pumpkin and would add an instagram sticker with the choices (a poll lol) and would pray to win

he love seeing you winning because he can see you smile and can see how excited you are, but he still love winning times to times

after 30 minutes, he would check the results and see how he lost-

listen, he always thought you were a born artist, but he didn't know that his pumpkin was THAT bad looking?

ryan's pumpkin would probably look sick and super good, but you know.. the stars have choosen >:)

he was a bit sad, but at the same time, not really, because your smile when he told you, you won, was so worth it like?? his heart was filled with joy and happiness and excitment? ARGH THIS BOY LOVE YOUR SMILE SO MUCH

"i told you baby that i'll win"

he smirked

"yeah, yeah.. i guess, you're the real artist between us"

"don't say that, ry'! maybe you weren't born an artist but you're still good at dancing, at singing, at videos games.. ok, maybe not at smash, but still.."

"thank you baby.. HEY DID YOU SAY I WAS BAD AT SMASH?!"

"maybe, i did"

"alright, bet, you'll regret that, i'll beat your ass like i do every time when we play. you're going to be beat very easily"

then it turned into a videos games contest and let's say that even if you were trying your hardest, you lost.. sorry, not sorry

[da-egg-carton]

YO!

i love aus and different interpretations, and i love @enter-the-rickyverse, so i thought i'd take that idea for the one and only misha bachynskyi!!!!

here's the deal: send in a misha or something you want misha to do, and i'll draw it! it's a bit of a roulette here; sometimes i'll just doodle it, sometimes i'll color a sketch, sometimes i'll do a whole piece. i do not guarantee speedy responses. sometimes i'll do four drawings in three hours, and sometimes i won't get back to asks in a month. DO NOT send me the same request several times hoping for me to do it, i promise i see it. i will get to you eventually. this is for funsies okay

not sure what/how to suggest? here's some examples: - 'can you draw my interpretation of misha? [INCLUDE PICTURES!*]' - 'i wanna see chaz duffy misha!!' - 'misha and ricky playing video games?' - 'pls mishalya meeting <3' *this also applies to productions i wouldn't be able to easily google. i haven't watched a lot of productions

now for some guidelines: - no nsfw, obviously. i don't think i need to say this but might as well. - proshippers FUCK OFF! - interactions with other characters are ALLOWED!! this includes ships! i will do any ships! just not like. x karnak or some shit - ^ this includes cut characters although i dont really know much about those so there's that - will not be doing ocs though, sry </3 - headcanons allowed and encouraged! trans misha (in any direction), misha with a disability, whatever! get funky w it bro

i hope i can interpret your requests just how you imagine them! lets fill this carton babyy

@enter-the-mishaverse beat me to it -- check them out too :-) ran by @4pplec0re - she/him

TAGS: #da carton - misha art! every post will include a tag for its production or actor #personal - most personal interpretations #oleksandrovych - my personal misha! when requests specifies a romantic ship, i'll include the tag for that #+ ocean - includes ocean #+ noel - includes noel #+ ricky - includes ricky #+ connie - includes constance #+ penny/jane - includes penny or jane #+ talya - includes natalia #+ other - includes any other characters (karnak, cut characters, etc)

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DirectDoggo interview with facts_indie (archive)

In 2022, the (no longer active) Twitter page "@Facts_indie" interviewed DirectDoggo creator of Dialtown and Dayshift at Freddy's. This is an archive so that it's easier to find in the future!

(Note: One of the account owners asked me to not name them by their name, so they will be referred to as "facts_indie")

Hey, y'all. I'm DirectDogman. I bang rocks together and sometimes, shoddy video games miraculously appear. I was the developer behind Dialtown: Phone Dating Sim, a quirky video novel on Steam and Dayshift at Freddy's 1-3 on GJ/Itch. I was asked by @facts_indie to do a lil interview, so I thought, why not? I'll answer the questions in the thread via this doc, just because Twitter's per-tweet character limit really screws with stuff like this.

I'll try to get to most questions, obviously I'll ignore duplicates or questions I feel may be silly or that I can't understand. Alright, 20 questions, let's go!

"do you get the phone/object heads in dialtown off of google/another site or do you just have all these phones/objects and take pictures yourself?" (Dialtown quest) - @cryptictones Answer: I don't source assets from google images as that'd be illegal! (Assets on Google Images are just web search results, and images you find on there are generally copyrighted media!) I use a mix of licensed stock media and photos of phones/objects that I've taken photos of. All of the datable heads, for instance, are real world photos (with the exception of Karen, whose head is a 3d model, alongside the player's and Callum Crown's!)

"Do you plan on translating Dialtown into other language?" - @WaddleAAAAAAAA Answer: "Nope! I don't speak any language completely fluently other than English, and Dialtown is too writing-heavy to really just pass off to a translator without letting them know what they're in for. It'd cost a fortune to get Dialtown translated by any service, and to be frank, I think the game'd be excruciatingly weird to translate. Dialtown uses a lot of really funky goblin language and I doubt that'd translate exactly into other languages as we'd read it, heh heh."

"When does dialtown take place? Also, how do you pronounce Gingi's name?" - @veronicaisdead_

Answer: Dialtown takes place in 202X. Gingi's name is pronounced however it sounds in your head!

"whats your favorite dialtown passersby i like little billy a lot" -@iceandwinter

Answer: Passerby, huh? Well, I'm partial to Nathan in Downtown. Some of the NPCs in Dialtown are incoherent and some are British, but Nathan is the intersection of that venn diagram. Special.

"Why did you use voice forge for willy afton" (DSaF Question) - @That1Acer 

Answer: Because it sounded funny as shit. Of all the voices for William to have, c'mon! I'd do it again.

"Whats your favorite character from DSaF and from Dialtown?" - @WaddleAAAAAAAA

Answer: From DSaF? Probably Phone Guy, predictably enough, as a whole. I turned the overworked middle manager from canon into an entire species of exploited worker. A big theme of DSaF's satire was the idea that with every new FNaF game, there's a new location in the FNaF timeline, and thus, more dead kids, etc. DSaF's comical timeline is the culmination of stacking tragedies upon tragedies into the same timeline until suspension of disbelief gives way. It's the ordinary FNaF premise, but extrapolated to comic levels, really. I have big issues with the actual nitty-gritty timeline for DSaF, which is pretty concrete and has few holes for its overall size, but yeah, that's something I'm glad I parodied with DSaF. And y'know, The DSaF 3 phone guy character arcs had a huge impact on what Dialtown ended up becoming for sure.

For Dialtown, no idea. I do enjoy writing Mayor Mingus a lot, Callum Crown and God are also fun! Oh, and Tango. Ray of sunshine, that guy. Actually, player dialogue is pretty funny too, I like how specifically unhinged a lot of it comes off as. Man, I'm spoiled for choice here.

How did you decide on what traits to give the main cast (Norm being a space cowboy, Karen's inability to detect sarcasm, ect.) (Dialtown question) - @Brainrot_real Answer: Oh man, that was entirely different for each character. For Randy, I was rummaging around for potential props and found the old Nokia in the same drawer as the gauze wraps and naturally thought of how funny it was seeing the two together, given that Nokias are associated with their durability, and bandages are for, y'know, broken flesh. The name "Randy" and the phone sex-hotline part came shortly after, pretty much just like that (Randy's full name is a stupid pun.) After I figured out that the hands were bandaged, I thought "huh, how on earth could he have ended up with such mangled hands?" and sure enough… I'd been bitten by a swan not long before production began and the bite(s) were fresh on the mind. So. It was so.

A lot of Karen's character is pretty much an answer to things I personally think aren't depicted enough in autistic characters. Autistic scientists and mathematicians are common in media, but autistic artists tend to get overlooked. Also, typically, autistic characters in fiction tend to either fully understand sarcasm (and hence, it's not mentioned) or they're unable to literally comprehend a sarcastic statement even after it's been fully explained. I wanted to have a middleground where Karen misses idioms first-time, but gets them each subsequent time she re-hears it, because she remembers the explanation. 

For Oliver: Early on, I knew I wanted a character who was dressed in plaid and spoke like a greaser. My friend Phil pointed out that Randy and Karen both had head decals (bandage + horse sticker), but that proto-Oliver hadn't. (He was fezless). So, I thought to myself: "Hey, maybe I should add something cool, like a hat?" Exciting stuff, I know. Anyway, my mind instantly jumped to the fez. Guy comes off as a fez wearer to me, anyway. Bet he adores that thing. Fun fact, I almost cut Oliver from the game during development (I originally had 6 datables, not 5, and decided to cut one of the 6 before production ended to make the game's scope more manageable.) I almost cut Oliver instead of the guy who was cut. It's weird imagining a Dialtown without Oliver, huh? Guess I made the right call.

Bigfoot… I want to believe, man. Look, me? I'm a lover of all things Squatch. Enough said. I wore the Bigfoot suit in Dialtown. When my buddy took shots of me wearing the suit, I made the ape noises Bigfoot makes in-game for EVERY shot. Had to. Wouldn't have turned out right if I didn't mantle the Squatch metaphysically, y'know?

Norm Allen's name can be attributed to Phil too, that pun was his idea, though making him a sergeant was mine. After the name was on the table, the space motif was considered as one possible reason to explain how a human being with a normal head had time traveled to a time where phone heads had taken over. I remember pitching another alternate Norm to a few friends, he was in a cryptid investigation FBI-esque bureau, akin to the well-known SCP Foundation or Men in Black/Area 51. Reason I went with NASA in the end was the stronger visual identity (space suits are instantly recognizable, unlike… black suits and shades. Yawn.) Norm being a cowboy kinda came from the conflict I'd already developed in the game's earlier draft with Mingus already banishing Norm early on. I knew why Mingus had gotten rid of Norm, and with a spaghetti-western-esque plot developing and with a showdown at the end, I decided to finalize making him a cowboy as well as a spaceman because it's kind of thematically funny. It's probably fair to say that there's a little bit of Fallout New Vegas in him, the whole spaceman meets cowboy aesthetic. God, I adore that game.

Phonegingi came to me pretty much all at once, like a chair to the face. Actually, if I recall correctly, the very first scene of the game was the first Dialtown dialogue I ever put to paper? Close to it, if not the very first scene. Egglaying. Yeah.

"Theres any scrapped ideas for yours games you realy want to use in future projects?" - @dawnmaskedguy

Answer: Dialtown has an insane number of scrapped scenes and lil arcs. If I ever make DLC or sequels, I won't be short of ideas to pull from! ;)

"Question: will the dog EVER get to fully consume the waffle?" - @Cattusontwitt

Answer: Just as the Greek emo Sisyphus eternally pushes his boulder up the hill, only for it to roll back down just as it reaches the top, some bites are just too big to be finished. Not tonight.

"How did you came up with the idea of Dialtown?" - @rubesova_anna

Answer: This isn't the most interesting story, but one I get asked a lot! The last series I'd developed before Dialtown, Dayshift at Freddy's, had these guys with phones for heads in 'em. In each game, you got closer and closer to your resident phone person (going from distant coworkers in DSaF 1, to siblings in DSaF 2, to then giving them life advice and therapy pretty much in 3!), and I had a parody spinoff game idea using Phone people (of course) that involved dating phone guys as the 'next step' in phone-to-man intimacy (there was a lot more to the idea than that of course, lots of other off the wall stuff.) My friend Phil, upon hearing the pitch in its entirety, said "I really liked the phone dating bit. I'd play a whole game based on that part alone", which made me say "Oh snap… Give me a moment." and Dialtown's plot was drafted VERY soon after that! Same deal as DSaF, really, it was the best part of a weaker pitch fully developed as its own idea.

"I'm a bit curious about this.. How did you come up with the idea of Dayshift at Freddy's?" - @CreativeGamer22

Answer: I was experimenting with RPG Maker (tinkering away, as I often did) and I had the idea of creating a lil free roam pre-rendered FNaF fangame where you work for the rebooted Freddy's restaurant franchise after FNaF 3. Springtrap, BB, the whole thing was a fever dream. Anyway, the game ended with the player being transferred to the Dayshift, and I thought it'd be cool to show the place during the day, and I think I was the first fangame developer to really attempt this. Felt super obvious, the more I thought of it later, and goes to show how the game has cemented itself in the fandom, even now.

Either way, upon playing my first completed alpha build, I was kinda disappointed with how boring and uninspired the early gameplay that took place at the restaurant itself after-hours (like all official FNaF stuff) felt. But, I felt the Dayshift part at the end had so much potential and thought of many ways to build off it. In the end, I decided to start again from scratch. DSaF 1 was my second attempt at this first concept.

"Favourite FNaF animatronic and why? [ ] If you had the chance to have a FNaF game remade, which would it be and why?" - @The_NeonGhoul

Answer: My favourite FNaF animatronic is Golden Freddy (any version)! Has been for a long time. Have a soft spot for Springtrap too, though he really has become a prune now, hasn't he? FNaF 2. I feel like every FNaF game was constructed from a perfect base concept and each game captures its core concept by differing amounts. In my opinion, 1 does the best job at reaching its 'core' potential (it's exactly what it needs to be, no more, no less) and 2 does the 'least' good job of reaching its own potential (lot of great ideas/iconic characters introduced, but the game is kinda vast compared to 1, and its mechanics/the robots' AI's just don't scare me at all. I've even beaten every mode in FNaF 2 other than 10/20 mode. The gameplay loop is extraordinarily easy to cheese.) There isn't a main series FNaF title I don't like, but 2'd be my pick to completely remake from scratch, as a nice 'what if', y'know? Scott did a MUCH better of job than I'd have done in his shoes, designing the rest of the series with only FNaF 1 as a base, but half a decade of contemplation later, I'd love to be a creative designer/director with complete creative control over a FNaF 2 remake… if I wasn't busy with my other work, naturally.

"What's your overall goal with creating games/content creation?" - @dirtynoodlebowl

Answer: Hmm. Big question. First and foremost: I love the process. I love making stupid lil games and publishing them online, seeing people bond with the characters. It's neat to see, and 99% of the time, it's a really positive experience for the developer. Also: I know I'm definitely not doing this for money, 'cause I've still got a day job, heh heh. I'm always amazed when I see fanart, or when I see videos on youtube of DT footage with a lot of interaction. I don't think there's one single reason I do this, but "I enjoy it" is probably the closest that I can give. I think if I stopped, my brain'd explode due to the viciousness of the 3 brain cells I'd have floating around in here that'd be now completely unsupervised and thoughtless. Game design allows me to share weird dialogue with strangers all over the world through the medium of dating sims about antique phones. That's not an everyday kind of opportunity, y'know?

"what inspired you to become a game dev?" - @Dabominhiding

Answer: Hey, y'ever see those Goosebumps books that have narrative choices in 'em? Y'know, you'll get to the bottom of a page and a little bit of text on the footer'll say "Turn to page X to enter room A, turn to page Y to enter room B", allowing you to make a choice that affects what happens next in the story. That kinda stuff. Anyway, I read one of these as a kiddin' and it dawned on me that stories could be written with diverging paths that react to reader intentions, and that made my wee lil mind race. I tried to write my own story with diverging paths, physically, on large amounts of fax paper. The end result was a mess to say the least. A little later on, I discovered text games online and realized that you could use game design or scripting tools to tell stories with paths that diverge depending on what the viewer decides, like in those Goosebumps stories, but with no awkward page flipping, and you could track as many details as you wanted without the viewer even knowing what info you've held onto. Adding visuals + music to the text game formula gives you visual novels, which is what I make. I love telling stories and realizing that game design as a medium can transmit stories that no other art form fully can the same way is what pulls me back towards game development any of the times in the last few years that I've come close to entirely quitting, and boy, have there been close calls. I often once thought about backing away entirely, y'know. Anyway, the element of choice/user interactivity that games allow for is still magic to me. To be frank, most of the games I made pre-DSaF weren't uploaded (and the few that were didn't stay up for very long.) Mainly, they were just enjoyed on my desktop PC, hanging with my friends after school, us laughing at our heads edited onto sprites, full of in-jokes, etc. Scott Cawthon releasing Five Nights at Freddy's really changed that though, because I didn't just kinda get into FNaF. I was hooked, and hung around in places where the other people who refreshed Scottgames.com hung out. FNaF was the first fandom I became really integrated in, and I quickly realized that I was missing out on a lot by never publishing my stuff. So, I swore in 2014 to publish games one day!

"What was the inspiration for turning Henry into the big bad?" (DSaF Question) - @BigMadRabbit

Answer: I thought it'd be a neat inversion, setting up William (Dave) as an obvious contender for the role of the series villain, as he is in canon FNaF, only for someone much worse to appear out of left field, and by its very nature, act as an explanation for how things ended up their own unique flavours of fucked up, essentially. Judging from user feedback I've gotten over the years, it seemed to have been a popular call.

How long did the development of each game take and were there any issues/problems during it? (All Games) - DNoshit

Answer: For DSaF 1-3, I'm afraid I don't know off the top of my head as we're talking about over half a decade ago now for DSaF 1's development. Hell, 2's early development too. I remember small issues cropping up involving small engine quirks and for some of 'em, I never found out the cause 'til Dialtown development started. But, by and large, the games came out just fine. Those games have… rough edges to say the least. That general lack of quality control definitely helped speed things along, no doubt.

Dialtown took 3 years. The biggest issue I had with them is with these goddamned mobile ports, partly because an OS update broke one build and an app store criteria change forbade DT from being on its platform. Some hassles just aren't worth it.

"Why isn’t there more god?" (Dialtown) - @KittyPi53783769

Answer: I hate to break it to you, but there's a ton of cut God content on paper! It's all canon (well, most of it, anyway), but none of it's shown in-game. I just couldn't justify giving such a worthless NPC so much screen time! The universe was created a good, what, ten thousand years ago, for cryin' out loud, the dude's GOTTA stop milking the universe that he churned up a couple o' eons ago and put something NEW out! Washed up hasbin.

"What’s their favorite Easter egg?" - @EggsNoCntxt

Answer: Favourite easter egg in any of my games are the gnomes in Dialtown. If you know, you know.

"What creature is phonegingi" - @risepticeye

Answer: Good question.

"Do you plan on making more dialtown related contents? Maybe sequel or something else very different but related to it?" - @LathyLatte

Answer: Dialtown has only been out for a couple of months so far, so it might be a little early to answer this question. Truth be told, I cannot see the future. Fuck, man, I'm nearsighted, so I struggle to even see the present. That being said, I do really like Dialtown. 

That being said, I've also had a few other projects come across my desk that would also have a lot of potential, non-Dialtown related stuff. Ah, the agony of choice. At the moment, I'm enjoying the rest while my creative batteries recharge. 3 years of development time DRAINS you, so the last thing I'd wanna do is announce anything tonight. BUT: If Dialtown's fandom continues to grow, perhaps that could motivate me to shake the moss off of myself and churn some more phone related stuff out? Just maybe. ;)

 (Finally a bonus 21st question from @facts_indie, who asked me to do the interview) "What advice do you have for aspiring game developers?"

Answer: Oh, man. That's actually real tough to answer since I'm not really anywhere near the end of my journey yet and definitely not somewhere I'm comfortable giving advice for achieving success from. I guess if you wanna do what I do, just consider the obvious: You will work on content you're excited for, and it won't do as well as you'd have hoped. Maybe sometimes, maybe all the time. You will do game design at a LOSS before you ever make a cent off it, that is, if you do ever make a profit off it. If you are fully willing to accept the last 2 tips, then good news, you no longer need advice. You "have" what it takes, now! I can't honestly tell you "Oh, just do what I do, and you'll succeed!" because… like I said, I'm still working a day job right now. Yeah, I'm calling it, 3 years from now, I'll either own my own country or be lying dead in a dumpster in Belarus. Maybe we can revisit my bountiful choices then. Until then, all I really have are the three practical pieces of advice that got me THIS far.

Make what you wanna make and do it because YOU want to. I can't emphasize this enough, if not making money off game design is a dealbreaker for you starting, then steer clear from it. Like say, the indie animation field, it's a lot of work for comparatively little payoff and what becomes successful and what doesn't is largely random in the end. But, if you love it, the work's its own reward. Game design will be torture if you're watching your numbers constantly, bemoaning your lack of success as people discover you.

But, if your head is completely focused on your work itself and you know why you're doing this, you'll be okay. This point is specifically if you're looking for what I have, by the way. You could also just go to college and get a degree in game design, get a development job at a company, though that's very far removed from creating your own stories and characters and publishing them online for all to see, which is what I do.

Generally speaking, if you do wanna make a game, try to make a game that you can make more or less on your own. The one definite reason none of my work ever got publicly canned kinda suddenly (like a lot of big FNaF fangames from yesteryear that you can likely remember) is because when I decide what kind of game I want to make, I keep my own limitations in mind and avoid games that would require lots of essential team members. Remember: Each core position you add to your project is another position that will need to be filled if a team member walks, and 99% of the time I've seen a fangame project get canned, it was not long after somebody significant left, yet another vacancy opened up and the lead just gave up trying to pass the cursed project between collaborators. I'll give y'all a for instance here: I love working with Nathan Hanover (composer of Porkchop's Adventure or The Joy of Creation story mode), but if Nathan declared me a villainous fiend and declared I couldn't use any of their music again… I have (albeit depressing) royalty free options. Granted, those tracks wouldn't be even a fraction as good as what Nathan makes, but the sudden split wouldn't cancel any project I was working on with them. I'm sure it sounds kinda callous to say "Don't make big games that you can't complete without the help of others", but I'll put it this way… If you spent months working on something, pouring your all into it, do you really want to hand someone else the power to decide whether or not your game gets finished? I've seen this first-hand and it's heartbreaking. Hell, I've seen this RECENTLY. Also important: No developer releases their magnum opus first, and the key to maybe getting there is getting started. Small releases can help you get a few games out there.

Determination. You really can't do jack shit without it. Some parts of game development royally SUCK. It takes forever and in the end… … …BUT, if you can persevere, good gravy, you've got an immensely time consuming and sometimes very rewarding hobby.

And that's it. I have no better advice to give you, 'cause if I had THAT, well, I'd be first in line to test it!

Alright, that's it, those are my answers!  I hope these answers sufficed and whatnot. Obvious shill now: you can get my latest game, Dialtown: Phone Dating Sim on Steam riiiight over here. Buy it for yourself, or like, a friend, if you hate them. Come on dooown…….. *bares teeth like stressed chimpanzee*

[oddwoodenchild]

-The Pale Garden-

Intro post for a blog dedicated to a Minecraft oc of mine, based off of, you guessed it!! The Pale Garden!!!

(everything under the cut)

This is an oc ask/lore dumping blog, mainly stuff so I don't get too disorganized with all my things for this critter.

This character is named Koren, a wooden doll type character out in the woods. She's entirely on her own, and has been for about as long as she can remember.

But skipping some vital information, lore, a heart that's not hers, a strange connection to the sun and an axe, this is set after she's found by another oc of mine, named Bryer.

Bryer is essentially Korens caretaker/gaurdian, despite the fact Bryer herself is only 21, she's making do with raising the weird ass kid she found out in the woods one day.

Bryer won't have as much of a vital role in this, more so just the person "running the blog", so every post after this will be in one or the others perspective.

General rundown for lore below!!

Koren is in no way related to The Creaking, instead being the one who's currently keeping it's heart as her own, The Creaking has tormented Koren since she's been in the garden. So for a long ass time, poor kid.

Koren doesn't actually know she's not human, nor the fact her heart isn't hers, but she gets a feeling somethings wrong. Wether it's the scratching against her cabins windows, or the pair of eyes watching her at night. Probably nothing too serious!!

Quick thing before I move on, the face you see down below (if I remember to put the pic of her), isn't an actual "face". Koren is currently wearing a mask. What's under it could be funky!!

(Now, because I don't wanna spoil absolute EVERYTHING, I won't be rambling too much on here! All in all, Koren is an anxious mess of a kid that's just trying her best. And she's almost completely blind, forgot to mention that.)

Rules for asks!

Don't be freaky, host is a minor and so is the oc!

Any questions with mentions of real world events (other than jokes like "what's Koren think of the hawk tuah Bitcoin scandal") are not allowed!

Please don't use the art you see as your own, you're completely free to draw the character if you'd like! (encouraged I love this creature more than the sun)

No political stuff, homophobia, racism, transphobia, all that bad stuff isn't allowed!! Safe space for LGBTQ and others alike!

Some things might take a bit longer, if they do I am terribly sorry! Sometimes motivation fails me, but I'll try to get things done!!

Yap fest over

Nowwww finally! A picture of the gal below, Koren Forelore!! (Which is also my pfp!!)

Bonus of Bryer for reference!! (Koren makes my style different ignore that)

[silvernyxchariot]

Why I think Alhaitham is demisexual

Summary: Alhaitham shows respect and care to Kaveh, the only person he views as his intellectual equal, the person we can say was his first/closest friend, and roommate (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵). I'm not elaborating further on that ship because it has been done to death by... EVERYONE./nm But Alhaitham also seemed to respect or even admire Dehya and her conviction/personality.

First, define "demisexual" for me. Let us ask for help from Wikipedia. Let's add Dictionary./com too.

The way I describe it from my own experience to make it easier to understand is "If you command my respect, I may find you attractive. How attractive is dependent on how our relationship unfolds."

We already know the Kavetham ship. So, I'll explain this next one. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who saw it. Alhaitham openly praises Deyha for her fierceness and straightforward personality in hopes of persuading her to work at the Akademiya. If I remember correctly, this was around the time in the Archon Quest where the group was looking for the lost elders of Aaru Village. He seemed disappointed when she declined his proposal. It's more forward in his voice-over for her:"It's a waste for such a capable person to remain among the Eremites. If only she'd consider my suggestion to join the Akademiya... Our work would become a lot easier with someone like her around, but a predictable life isn't exactly her cup of tea — I can understand that. *sigh* What a pity."

Take into consideration the Alhaitham haters' point of view,

"He's boring,"

"He's so unsympathetic,"

"He's a cold jerk."

First off, are you all like five years old? C'mon now. Think of something more creative. And intelligent. Back to the point, a lot of his voice-overs are neutral for other characters. Ex. Talking about Tighnari but only in relation to Kaveh (the person he's actually close to), talking about being guilt-free of the hivemind case in Cyno's, and for Nilou he only states she lives simply because she does what she loves. It was two whole sentences 😱./dramatic When all of that is considered, it's safe to say that Alhaitham doesn't praise anyone, not even the Sages who are technically his bosses. So, for someone to impress him, especially someone that he normally wouldn't work with, it is a gargantuan feat.

A guy like Alhaitham, he just wants to be left alone to study his silly little runes and read funky texts. Who needs love and relationships, am I right; burdensome things. Essentially, he minds his own business. For Alhaitham to INVITE someone into his space (his home in Kaveh's case and his workplace in Dehya's case), in a way, it's a show of his interest in said person. If that interest were to go further, well, please refer to the third sentence in the highlighted picture above for demisexual. In the end, that's why I think Alhaitham is demisexual.

And also, I kin Alhaitham... You can't lie to me, boy. I can SEE you. I could also tell you were ACTING.

On a side note, Alhaitham also has thing for Claymore users. Kaveh, Deyha, and myself.*

Looking less at empirical evidence and more intuition, when choosing the weapon for my Genshin persona who is in a poly relationship with Kavetham, ofc, it was between sword and claymore. I chose claymore without thinking about this cute little implication. I'm also just used to characters with big swords.

*If your first thought was a child claymore user i.e. Dori. You're a pedophile. Thank you, siyhnoh, for outing yourself. DNI.

[devoted-horror]

hiii the motivation to write hasnt been motivating and i don't have anything in my drafts ready to post yet so instead here is me rambling on whether or not i think a relationship would work out between me nd certain slashers bc idk. im bored. and i like rambling abt silly things. nd only like... 4 of these r answered in full seriousness so.

starting off strong w michael myers uhm.... he's the ideal relationship for me, i fear.... which is funny bc i never think abt him but i have an avoidant attachment style and he would expect literally nothing from me :thumbs up: there would b no need for intimacy or anything like that it would just b a thing that exists nd never gets acknowledged.

jason voorhees..... idk im uber scared of drowning so i cant even picture getting anywhere near crystal lake bc i'd be scared that i'd fall in lol but. perhaps... i've only seen a small handful of the friday (the first one, goes to hell, x, the jared padalecki one, nd freddy v jason) and i've been far too unmotivated to watch the others but. he's interesting. i think a nice lil life away from people living in a cabin in the woods near a lake is nice to think about, but. idk.

amanda young.... i wanna say yes sosososo badly i could b so good to her but i would die and end up in her list of dead girlfriends i fear. i have a crush on her.

billy loomis is a no personally bc i've known people like him irl nd they make me wanna chew on 20 pieces of rotten tomatoes.

stu macher on the other hand.... i don't think it would b anything serious i think we'd pretend to date as a joke for the funny haha but then oh shit.... maybe it Isn't a joke.... drama happens amidst the ghostface murders.... think.... pretty little liars but better.

bubba and thomas go hand in hand here as a sad no bc i cannot stand hot weather and you wouldn't catch me in the middle of nowhere texas unless something was Very Wrong.

asa emory is a hard no. i hate bugs. i have a fear of bugs. a ladybug or butterfly comes near me and im screaming and running away, and that is not an exaggeration. also bc i have the biggest crush on arkin thts my bbygirl right there guys asa simply stands no chance i fear

quinn bailey.... i don't think it would work out but would i still try.... probably.... i love her sm.

mark hoffman is also a no bc like... idk... he's just not my type.

ethan landry pre-reveal is a yes he's so pathetic coded it has me giggling nd kicking my feet just thinking abt him but post-reveal... probs not.

corey cunningham has me biting my fist because i wanna say yes so badly he is so near nd dear to my heart and i just Know the bastard wld b stupidly romantic nd wld never even think abt cheating nd shit like tht right but also like... it would be overwhelming. like i said, avoidant attachment style, i'd feel suffocated. but it's a nice thought.

bo sinclair. i have.... such a crush on this man... i want to say yes because of that alone, but i simply cannot. there would be fights 24/7 and honestly just turn me into wax already man bc he'd give me a headache.

vincent sinclair would be a yes, i think, if only bo weren't around. it's mean of me to say but vincent doesn't leave town, so in order to be in a relationship with him, i'd have to stay in ambrose as well and deal with bo and once again i cannot.

lester sinclair is an immediate yes under the assumption that he doesn't live in down, but rather on the outskirts of it. nice fuckin cabin in the woods with wicked wooden carvings nd funky animals bones and a dog?? honestly sign me up.

brahms heelshire, as much as i love him and as much as he was the one to make me fall into the whole slasher x reader tag, is a no. again, avoidant attachment style. also, i can hardly take care of myself so there is no way i'd be able to take care of a full-grown man. besides, my cat comes first nd i don't think he'd like that too much.

tiffany valentine pls just one chance is all i ask. fuck it just one date man i'll make it the best date ever pls pls pls

charles lee ray is a no bc he's not my type tbh.

jesse cromeans is also a no. i don't have an explanation for this one i just. idk. it's a no from me.

this isn't every slasher (obviously) nd def not all tht i write for here but i ran out of things to say. so. rambling ends here.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #363

So. I'm not sure how this happened. But I managed to lose my 7th set of Invisaligns. Disa-fucking-ppeared right off the goddamn table somehow while I was eating. No idea how it happened. We looked around for them for what felt like forever. They're gone.

So I switched to the 8th set today, because I didn't know what the fuck else to do. And... surprisingly? It doesn't feel nearly as badly as the 6th set when I put it in. So it's probably fine. I'll wait until my 371st letter to you to do the comparison to the first set all the same. I'll wait until my 381st letter to switch to the 9th set.

...I'm sure it'll be fine. I barely notice the difference. The fit is perfect, and the 6th set felt worse than this. It's gonna be okay.

...I can't help but wonder if my fucky collagen (thanks to the Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome) is a bit of a boon in the case of braces. As far as I know, collagen makes up a decent chunk of the structure of the periodontium, and we know that my collagen is stretchier and more prone to breakdown than normal. Though I only wore the 7th set for like two days before I lost it, it already didn't feel like anything anymore when I woke up this morning. So I didn't feel too badly about just putting on the 8th set like it was normal.

My friend V was supposed to visit today. We planned it months ago. My new friend O also asked to come visit today. O came over at around 4:30pm. J went out to pick up V at around 6:00pm. And before then, he vacuumed the floor (because actually, I am afraid of the vacuum). I tidied up the upstairs bathroom, did a load of laundry, washed some dishes, and began preparing confit garlic. I used only 3 heads of garlic instead of the full 5 or 6 (...I know – who am I and what have I done with myself?); as much as I love garlic, not even I can use that much in the span of time before the stuff starts to get funky.

This time, instead of letting it cook in olive oil, I let it cook in butter; I had intended to use it to make the garlic butter rice that V had asked for, for tonight's dinner. I let it sit in the oven at 250 degrees Fahrenheit (121 degrees Celsius) for about 3.5-4 hours. Though I kinda wanna see what happens if I leave it in there for 5 or 6 hours sometime...

V had also asked for steamed salmon and mashed sweet potatoes. At this point, the way I make my steamed salmon is relatively well-known for being delectably scrumptious amongst my closest friends, so I guess it's not surprising that V asked for that specific thing.

I don't make mashed sweet potatoes too often anymore (which is kind of a shame...), but the basic formula for making those well is just some maple syrup, a little molasses, some homemade pumpkin spice, and a bit of salt to make all the flavors pop.

Of course, before you mash 'em, you gotta boil 'em. Here's a picture of cut-up raw sweet potatoes alongside some cut-up boiled ones:

Here were the results in the end:

...And then, of course, there was the garlic butter rice. It's really just cooked white rice that I added a pinch of salt, some parmesan cheese, and some of the confit garlic to, as well as some of the butter that the garlic cooked in:

...Look how deliciously browned those garlic cloves became! And... look how easily and beautifully they mash, with just the barest touch of a spoon:

Here's how it is once you mix it all up!

...Sephiroth... I think of the picture of you eating rice that the author of that one post sent along to me. And... I can't help but wonder if you'd make a similarly rapturous expression on your face in response to eating this rice I made. V and O both went up for multiple helpings of this rice, so... I think it stands to reason that you might enjoy it, too.

...Well, in any case. I fixed you a bowl. I know you can't actually take it, but... whatever. Here:

...I wish you were here...

…

V and O have been playing Super Smash Brothers Ultimate together for most of the evening. They're both very skilled players at this game, and so it's been fascinating to watch them both test their skills against each other! I think V has a bit more experience than O does, but O holds his own fairly well. I'm... actually not especially good at this game. There's a bit of a delay between when I push the button and the character does the action. This delay is intentional, I think. But it takes a lot of getting used to, it seems. Perhaps I've been spoiled a bit too much with games like Hades or Dead Cells or Salt and Sanctuary...

You know? I bet you'd be really good at all of these games. You should pop by and play video games with us sometime. And eat a bowl of tasty snacks, while you're here, too; I'm super good at makin' 'em! And I can teach you how to do it, too!

...The rib injury is really bugging me right now, following this flurry of activity. I'm probably going to have to rest tomorrow, after I get out of physical therapy. Maybe I'll play more Hades or something. Or maybe I'll try out that game that An from work suggested. Either way, I'm not sure my body's gonna leave me much choice but to sit around, haha...

Well. Suppose I should get ready for bed soon. V will be staying the night, and I wanna be well-rested for all the fun stuff we're gonna do tomorrow.

I love you, Sephiroth. Lots and lots. And I'm always gonna be cheering for you to get yourself to a place that is wholesome and safe. Just like V and O and all my other friends, you have a place at my house. And I like to think that my house is wholesome and safe. Come have snacks and do fun stuff with us; it's good medicine for a weary soul.

Stay safe out there as you do your things, okay? I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine