#nearly almost forgotten abt it

[thewallofclaire]

12/24/24 update:

finished maws s2.

not a review for this one - lois, clark, jimmy, and now kara - oh how wonderful they all are <3

speaking of superman, i need to catch up on watching 'my adventures with superman' s2 from where i'd left off some time earlier.

[subbypeterparker]

ppl don't talk abt the hook in hazels nose enough for me .. esp in the scenes at the huntingdon game.. u picking up what i'm putting down?! 🪑🪑🪑

…have you been reading my mind???? (that little bump is the only thing rattling inside my brain)

something about that bump in her nose, so perfectly arched, simply begging for someone to sit on it. and who are you to deny yourself of that?

neither could Hazel, which is how you ended up on her bed, class work long since forgotten beside you both. her lips move quickly against yours, warm hands holding your face closer to her. she’s straddling your hips, while you lay underneath her, propped up on your elbows.

suddenly your hands dig into her hips, pushing her so she’s laying down comfortably on her pillows, and your hips are now pinning hers down. she grins against your lips, never one to dispute you being on top of her.

you disconnect your lips for a brief moment, allowing you and Hazel to catch your breaths, smiles adorned both of your mouths. she notices the way your gaze falls down to her perfect nose, and when your eyes flash up to her blue ones, she knows exactly what she needs you to do.

“fuck-sit your pussy on my face babe, i need it…” Hazel lets out shyly.

your jaw drops slightly at her words, never expecting her to have been so forward about asking you what to do. and fuck, was it making you wet.

a grin forms on your lips, and Hazels chest begins to rise and fall faster at this look on your face. you lean back down to reconnect your lips to hers, hands reaching up to harshly grab her face, pushing her lips to work against yours.

“i’m gonna cum all over your face Hazel, absolutely suffocate you,” you’re both giggling into each others mouths at your words, her hands grabbing at your thighs to undo the button of your jeans. her nimble hands are so soft and gentle as she helps you take them off, leaving you in your damp panties and a tank top. you’re not wearing a bra, a d your nipples are piercing the thin material, showing Hazel how eager you are for her.

“god you’re a sight for sore eyes,” her own eyes are dilated, watching as you move your panty-covered cunt over her stomach.

“yeah? talking about yourself?” you tease, sending her a small wink, settling down so you’re resting on her toned body.

you let out a small moan when you feel her abs flex under your covered clit, and gasp out suddenly. she’s thrusting her hips up slightly, both jolting your clit, and pushing you higher up her chest, leading you right where she needs you.

you tear your tank top and panties off of you, leaving you completely naked for Hazel, pussy dripping just for her. she licks her lips, eyeing your cunt that’s so wet and messy, just the way she likes it. you look her in the eye when you hover your pussy over her nose, asking for her permission one last time.

you can’t even let a word out, before her arms wrap around your thighs, forcing you onto her face, letting out a loud moan when she tastes your slick on her tongue.

Hazel sees you throw your head back when her tongue circles your clit, and grins against your pussy that’s almost crying for her from how wet you are. your hands paw at your own tits, pulling softly on your nipples.

her eyes close, breathing in your scent and taste when your hips beging circling on their own as you ride her tongue. your clit is bumping against her nose, sliding up at down it, that damn bump stimulating you in a way that has your thighs clenching around her head.

“god Hazel, keep going,” you let out, sentence nearly ruined by a moan when her tongue dips into your hole for a second.

“don’t plan on stopping baby,” she smiles up at you from between your thighs, nose bumping against your clit.

your hands reach down to grip onto her brown locks, pulling her face closer to where you’re soaking. Hazel lets out more moans than you at the feeling of her hair being tugged, another sign that she’s making you feel good.

you can’t help your hips from bucking upwards when her tongue circles your hole, starting to thrust in and out while you pull her hair to keep her head steady so you can ride her face. your poor clit is jutting against her nose, giving you that much needed push you closer to your orgasm.

“Hazel..i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold on just -uhhhh- keep going,” you whimper out, head thrown back again when you clench around her tongue.

her head moves in synch with your hips, trying to bring you to your first orgasm of the night. your thighs are closing in so firmly around her face, and you’d almost be scared for your girlfriend’s lack of oxygen, but you look down and see her dazed eyes solely focused on her tongue inside your pussy, which has been dripping down her face the whole time.

her hips are bucking into the air, her own pussy clothed and neglected, her only goal is making you cum as many times as she can on her face. because god, never did she think someone would want to actually sit on her nose.

with a final lick on your pussy, and a bumping of her nose on your clit, you cum with a shout of Hazel’s name, and a harsh tug of her hair. your cum drips from your pussy, onto Hazels tongue, which hasn’t stopped its movements to ride you through your orgasm.

your hips still, breaths coming out slower as you finish coming down from your high, looking down at Hazel. her normally alert eyes are hazy, definitely pussy drunk as they flicker between your fucked out face above her, or your pussy that’s still fluttering, now empty and missing her tongue.

“that’s it baby, you did so good,” she praises, closing her eyes momentarily.

you slowly climb off her, slightly embarrassed when you notice how wet you made her face. her nose, mouth, chin, and even neck are dripping with your cum and slick, but all you can really pay attention to is the smile she wears on her lips.

you settle for sitting back on her abs, slightly grinding your overstimulated clit on her muscles. your hands are still carding through her soft hair, running your hands through the strands to soothe any pain caused when you were pulling.

“if you ever wanted to do something like that again…just know i’d totally be into that,” she’s already back to joking, eyes sliding shut at your soft fingers massaging her head.

“mmm, i’m definitely taking that suggestion, but for now baby, i think it’s time i pay you back. hmm?” your hand slides down her chest and stomach, muscles flexing underneath them, until your hands reach the waistband of her pants, fingers reaching down until they’re toying with her panties.

“maybe this time, you can sit on my face.”

god bless Hazel Callahan, and her fucking sexy nose.

[gladiatorcunt]

i cant stop thinking abt yan boyf!sej :(

hes so awfully lovetsruck its actually quite sickening, its vomit inducing. like hes calling u the most awful pet names, begging for your attention like some starved dog in the streets and do not mention when u talk to people!! he isnt coryo level insane in the possessive or deadass murdering people way but hes just a lovestruck puppy boy :(

(he called u his little cream puff after he came in u)

No because he'd be such a puppy bf like :(

You could be in public, and he'd actively have to hold himself back from humping your leg and whining to get your attention. He cuts it close though, crowding your space at an Academy Party or a Gala of some sort and gluing his front to your side. He'd lean in and straight up pant in the crook of your neck, gritting his teeth and covertly wiggling his hips against as much of your ass as he can reach. The idea of trying to be good and keep it in his pants loses its' appeal rather quickly, so he concentrates on lapping his wide tongue over your pulse point. He knows perfectly well that the man who you are trying (and failing) to talk to hasn't left, he just doesn't care. Plus, don't think he hasn't noticed how friendly you've been getting with him at other events.

"Babydoll, do you think it'll be much longer? I'm tired, let's get outta here."

Cries like he's about to be hanged when he cums and slobbers all over your tits as he babbles out a stream of "Thank you" 's. You have to tell him that he can stop thrusting, his brain having melted so much that his puppy brain makes him chase another orgasm despite being in so much pain. It's automatic for him, you're just so warm and wet and silky that he forgets that he has other things to do with his life besides making love to you until his heart gives out.

Even when you finally get him to snap out of it, he'll trap you in a messy kiss that's more about swapping spit than anything else and weakly pump his hips. He just thinks you'd look sooooooooo pretty with a swollen belly, his whines about he'd such a good pa are almost worse than his usual dirty talk.

You'd be walking anywhere in the capitol and you wouldn't go too long without hearing a "Wait up, honey bun!"

You don't have the heart to find a way to ditch him when you see how deep and wide his smile is, how his cheeks must hurt from the pure joy he gets from doing literally anything with you. He's glowing, you're sure he'd be kicking his feet and giggling if he wasn't too busy racing to catch up with you.

Falls over himself in his rush to hand you a pen when you say to yourself that you've forgotten one. He nearly trips and falls onto another student, but you can't help but mirror the bashful grin he tosses your way as he hands you his pen. He makes your fingers touch for too long before he lets go but he's screaming gleefully on the inside. Presses the softest kiss against the lock of hair he nabbed when class was over, the newest addition to his collection.

Modern!Sej would 100% have "cream puff" as your contact name.

faetreides 2024.

[toruro]

I refreshed my dash at a great time lmao. Could I please request prompt number 55 from the prompt list with Minghao?

(I swear this is not to torture you lmao. If it makes you feel any better, this'll likely put me through it too lol.)

[22:34]

pairing. x. minghao x reader

tags. smut (18+), vibrators, pet names (pretty thing)

request. prompt #55: “what? does that feel good?” (drabble game)

a/n. fuck uou when i posted this drabble game, in my head i was like 'if some1 sends me smth abt hao i might just explode.' and that's exactly what u did. rj u made me blow up.

"stay put," minghao murmurs, a cool hand pressing down on your bare stomach as your hips fruitlessly chase after his touch.

"hao," you whine, trying your best to buck your hips in the air against his tight hold. your shirt and pants (that you worse just half an hour ago when you bid your friends goodbye) are long forgotten on your shared bedroom floor, leaving you topless and in thin cotton panties that cling to your slick folds.

minghao watches the fabric press against your core, your wetness leaving an obvious stain right in the middle, and almost as if he's in awe, he flicks against your clit over the panties. you whimper at the contact, pressing your heels into the mattress to push upwards against his hold, body instinctively craving for more.

minghao only pushes you back down harder and this time, the whimper that rips from your throat is nothing but depraved. you meet your boyfriends dark eyes and put, "m-more, please."

"more?" he asks, raising a brow, but you know better than to know that it's a clarification. it's a warning.

you hear the buzzing first, and see the red bullet shaped vibrator a second later. something boils in your belly, and you feel your muscles might give out from the way you're trying your best not to squirm.

minghao slowly crawls down your body so that his upper half is settled neatly between your legs. pressing his cheek against your warm thigh, a shudder ripples through your limbs when hot, wet kisses pepper the skin near your throbbing cunt.

"please," you mewl again, your voice even more broken an hoarse this time. you're right there, so wet, so desperate, and minghao simply watches you struggle for the smallest hint of relief through your soiled panties.

"hold on pretty thing," he mutters, and you aren't prepared for the way the vibrator meets your clit in an instant. you're pulled from deep, desperate ache to immediate pleasure and it has your senses heightening but somehow also going bleary.

you seem to feel everything in high definition—the brush of minghao's hair against your thigh, his wet tongue against your skin, the cool metal that's feeding pleasure to your insatiable core. but your mind is hazy, pleasure overriding any coherent thought you have and all you can think is minghao, minghao, minghao.

"hao ..." you whisper without aim, hips jerking when he presses the vibrator down in a new angle that has your soft sounds of pleasure quickly turning into something louder, more passionate.

"what? does that feel good?"

that bastard, you think to yourself when you look down at him as he wears a pretty grin. of course it feels good—that's why you're writhing under him, moaning his name in short and quick gasps and—

"w-why'd you do that?" you nearly shriek when he pulls the buzzing device away from your sloppy cunt.

minghao only gives you a dark look and suddenly your brash words are crawling back down your throat. "c'mon, you gotta answer my question. does it feel good?"

this time, he presses the vibrator harder against your clit without a word of warning, clicking the setting up one higher so that the buzzing reverberates so deep that you can feel it in your bones. "o-oh my god," you whimper, one hand gripping at his hair. "fuck hao, feels s'good—so good—ah!"

you cry out when one finger presses against your fluttering folds, sliding up and down lazily as he collects the slick. a low hum rumbles in minghao's chest as he slowly watches his fingers unravel you, thread by thread.

"that's what i thought, pretty thing."

[lovelykil]

CAN U DO REVERSE COMFORT WITH KILLUA

IDC WHAT ITS ABT BUT JUST MAKE IT REVERSE COMFORT PLEASE POOKIE😞🙏🏻

chocolates—

: ➛killua

note; my brain has put itself on hold for like a week 🙁🙁 but anyway ofc pookie

my back leans against the cold wall with my knees tucked to my chest, I sit still like a pouting child. Except I'm not pouting. I sniffle, my glossy eyes staring at the carpet. This same overwhelming feeling of anxiety washes over me as the pathetic tears swell my eyes.

was this my fault? was I the cause of this break up? will.. she come back?

"shit,," I breathe out as I wipe away these droplets of vulnerability. The more I think about it the more I want to cry. It's all so stupid but—

"y/n." I nearly jump at the voice from beside me, I was so lost in my thoughts I must've forgotten I wasn't alone in this bedroom.. that wasn't even mine.

"h-huh?" I turn my head toward the voice, eyes wide and watery as I stare off guard like. It was him, he was still in his sleeping wear; comfortable baggy sweats with a black loose t-shirt. He looked wearily, his blue eyes low and dark as his hair was quite in a mess, not entirely but some stains stuck out. It kinda went with his whole layered haircut he recent got though.

"you shouldn't cry over her you know, I kinda saw this coming to be honest." killua said, his voice hushed in the dark space before he looked away. He sat with his legs infront of him, knees toward the ceiling as he arms rested on them. I remained looking at him, letting his words sink in. My eyes dart away for a moment as I look away shortly.

"you did?"

"yeah." I sit in silence with him trying to wrap my head around all of this, my legs grow minds of their own as they fall to the ground slowly. I mess with my finger tips, speaking again.

"how so? Was this my fault?" I whisper. I feel weak as I mutter the question, my stomach twists with horrible sensations that make me queasy, I almost don't want him to answer, afraid I might be correct.

I am a terrible friend.

"are you kidding me? No. I didn't want to say anything or else we would've had a fight and honestly I wasn't in the mood for that but, she was a total bitch." Judging by the tone of his voice, he was being sincere. He was harsh as he explained,, suddenly that weird feeling went away and I felt.. relived?

"well that's not nice.." I chuckle lightly, sniffling in the moment. I hear him scoff 'tch.' He goes as his legs fall just like mine. He looks over at me as I do the same. Our eyes meet.

"she gave me such a headache, god I hate your friends."

"killua.." I make a face, my eyes still glossy red from the crying. I fold my arms slowly stating at him. He looks at me like he's done nothing wrong, even smirking with those tired eyes of his.

"it's true–"

"I still really cared about her though, we've been friends for so long kil.. it kinda hurts." My arms unfold to mess with the string of my pj pants I wore. Silence filled the air, it felt like a long one.. it felt like he was conflicted on what to say next.

maybe he understood? Maybe he didn't. I had no clue in that moment. It wasn't until I heard him softly sigh and saw him stand up I realized he didn't understand. He left the room and abandoned me in this empty bedroom for a few minutes.

to be honest I felt a little offended, even sulking till he returned back. What the hell did he leave for??

I saw him close his door with something in his hand, he walked himself back to me and sat down— this time a little closer than before.

curious and a little mad, I gazed over at the silverette to see what he was holding. It was..

"chocolate, here."

"huh?" He placed the chocolate— actually it was his chocolate robots right on my lap as I squinted to see it clearly. My eyes grew as I picked up the treat, my mouth hung open slightly in shock.

"your chocolate robots? But you never—"

"just shut up and take it before I change mind.." He opened his robot, making it very clear to just shut the hell up and take it. In which I did, quickly! A confused but warm smile tugged my lips as I opened the treat.

I could feel his eyes land on me as I happily ate the chocolates, he only stared for a bit before he looked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him smiling to himself looking at the robot container.

he was either really happy about the chocolate or me. If I was to guess it was probably the chocolate.. either way he still looked adorable when he smiled. I felt a little better now.

"hey, it's okay to be torn about her.. you'll eventually get over it. Though you shouldn't because she sucks but you get it.. I kinda hate seeing you act so sad. Your smile is way better anyway." my sweet, unaffectionate, idiotic boyfriend spoke with sincerity, he chews on his chocolate momentarily after speaking such kind words to me.

I look at him, stunned for words. "killua—"

"don't ruin the moment.. just shhh." He says, pressing a finger to my lips. I cross my eyes to look at his finger then look back at him as I nod. He removes his finger about to open his mouth wide to pour in more chocolate but I interrupt with a grin.

"oh killua you're so cute you know? Thanks sweetheart." I tease, leaning in to peck his cheek. Once I do I sit back down and lean my head on him to savor this moment.

this time I smile to myself, thinking about his face right now.

at this point my tears were all dried up, and the feeling of anxiety was replaced with a warm fuzzy one from this hunter. He takes a second to respond to which I snicker lightly once he does.

"your... your welcome."

[evelili]

I know it’s been ages since I sent one of these, I’ve been busy and I’m still busy so I don’t have time to read the full chapter BUT!! Here’s some of my thoughts and favorite lines from the beginning of this chapter. The Final Trial.

I really love how you write the memory sequences in this story. They all flow really well and don’t feel redundant!! The reveal of these memories twilight has hidden of Luna are so good!! God!! Her devastation when she realized she had forgotten someone as important as Celestia’s SISTER her AUNT is AMAZING!!

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her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her legs bare below the knees of a ridiculous pink-and-purple skort that she’d have been mortified to wear past puberty—eight or nine, then, she decided. It’s probably summertime, too.

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God this mental image is so cute!! I had to google what skorts are but yeah they definitely fit Twilight and her character, especially as a kid!!

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Twilight waited for her younger self to voice the familiar retort she thought she’d known her entire life—magic isn’t real; magic doesn’t exist; magic is fictional and fantastical and lies. But instead of a rational dismissal she heard her voice ask something completely wrong instead:

“You’re really going to show me how?”

And Twilight didn’t hear anything else after that.

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DAMNNN this sequence is so good!! The way twilights world is just DESTROYED by this is fantastic!!

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“Well, I wanted to check in on the two of you.” The door swung further open, and suddenly Twilight was face-to-face with the Celestia of her childhood—younger by nearly a decade and yet still recognizable in almost every way. She hadn’t ever thought time had changed her mentor much, but the contrast between present and past was far more blatant when not viewed as a gradual shift. No laugh lines. No grey hairs. No ice in her eyes.

Just a Celestia whose very presence made Someone bristle in response.

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This description of her is DEVASTATING. She’s both somehow unhappier and so much happier with Luna in her life. The way you write her is stunning and I’m loving the conflict between her wanting Luna to focus on the future and Luna who is focused on enjoying the present. It’s a very cool conflict and I love how you’re handling it!! Them both caring more about twilights emotions than each other’s is heartbreaking

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It did—to both the Twilight of the present and the past. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I get it.”

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Fuck this line is FANTASTIC. The understanding twilight finds in her memories of Luna are fantastic and I’m very curious on how this will impact how she handles Nightmare going forward. Unfortunately I can’t read anymore tonight, but I love it so far!!

STOP THE CLOCK. I FORGOT THIS BANGER LINE: “You believe in magic, Twilight,” she said gently. “And so long as you do, that’s belief enough for me.” The way you write Luna and how much she and celestia both love twilight is DEVASTATING

(combined ur two asks together) WAHHHH thank u so much for the asks!!! and no worries abt taking ur time w the story, u only get to read once for the first time after all!

this chapter is definitely Up There in terms of how happy i am with how it turned out, im rlly glad u liking it so far! i dont know how much i can say without spoiling things, but a reminder to read on fimfic to get the Full Experience (epub missing images my nemesis), a rather important section will b missing otherwise!!

i think to me a big aspect of luna and celestia's relationship in the show that kinda got glossed over was that celestia may not have realized how her actions affected luna until too late. and, it's kind of the "road to hell with good intentions" thing, bc i dont think celestia is the bad guy (at least in tte) for believing that the best way to help someone is plan, prepare, try to think ahead and look forward, etc. but, this kind of mindset can clash with someone who, at that moment, finds the prospect of thinking about the future so impossible. writing from life helped a lot in this regard :)

also, completely unrelated but also related, have a meme :D and thanks again for reading!

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 9- "wake up!"

word count: 858 words

i was Not expecting to write a FOP fic skjjfhdjsk, but last night i watched the first half of a new wish and i think it was incredibly adorable and surprisingly funny sjdhfgdhj. i love hazel w all my heart and i adore her relationship w cosmo and wanda. specifically i wanted to write abt wanda and hazel bc of that shot in the first episode when hazel is running for the door and wanda stands in front of it to try to catch her- it just gave such parent vibes. i think wanda can have Girlmom rights, as a treat <3

Wanda appeared in Hazel's room with a yawn. Boy, she'd forgotten how early ten year olds had to wake up to go to school. Cosmo had kept snoring right through Hazel's alarm, as did the godchild herself, and with both of Hazel's parents working early this morning, Wanda knew it was up to her to help Hazel start her day.

Wanda took a moment to snap into her human form before reaching out to shake Hazel's arm.

"Come on, squirt," she murmured. "Time to wake up!"

Nothing. Hazel slept like the dead, her arms tucked against her chest as she slept on her stomach, drooling on her satin pillowcase. Wanda moved down to perch on the edge of the bed.

"Sweetie..." she sang lightly, rubbing her palm against Hazel's back. "Don't you want to see your friends today? Tell Dev some of those new knock-knock jokes you learned?"

Still there was no response other than her godchild's snuffling breaths. Wanda frowned. Timmy used to be like this, too-- staying in bed as long as possible, until he missed the bus and had to be magicked to school. But she knew that would stress Hazel out, and she didn't want her to panic.

She switched from rubbing Hazel's back to scratching her nails up and down her spine. This is what worked with Peri when he was little; back scratches helped him slowly wake up, talking softly with whatever parent was with him until he was ready to pop out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Somehow it seemed to have the opposite effect on Hazel, and her snores seemed to get even louder somehow.

Wanda furrowed her brow in thought. What else could she do to wake her up? She was thinking so hard about it that she almost didn't notice Wanda shuffling beneath her.

"Mom?" Hazel said, a smile playing at her lips before her eyes peeked open. They widened upon seeing Wanda instead of her mom.

"Wanda? Why're ya human?" she asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"Because the last time I woke you up as a fairy, you thought I was a big bee and tried to swat me," Wanda teased. Hazel smiled again, sheepish, but it only took a couple seconds before her eyes drifted shut again.

"Oh, no you don't!" Wanda said. "It's school time, squirt. Up and at 'em."

"Mmmmm... no," Hazel replied, making no move to slide out from under the covers.

"Yes!" Wanda replied, still idly scratching her back. "No more sleeping, you have to--"

Her hand drifted to Hazel's side, and the girl let out a soft giggle.

The answer popped into Wanda's head like it'd been wished into existence, and she smiled.

"Alright. Have it your way." And with that, she skittered all five nails on the back of Hazel's ribs.

Even through her pajamas, the effect was immediate. Hazel gasped awake with a squeal, nearly pushing herself off the bed.

"Wanda!" she squeaked, wiggling side to side. "Wha-- whahahat?"

"Oh, there you are, sleepyhead!" Wanda said cheerfully. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

Despite her giggles, Hazel shook her head. "Nohohoho, don't wannahaha!"

"You don't wanna what?" Wanda asked. She reached around with her other hand to flitter against Hazel's other side, launching a new round of giggles. The girl was probably still sleep-addled, Wanda thought, given how she couldn't figure out what to do or how to escape. "Don't wanna wake up? Don't wanna go to school? Don't wanna be tickled?"

"Yehehes-- nohoho-- I don't knohohow!" Hazel squealed. She rolled to one side, trying to protect herself from Wanda's nails, only to laugh even harder as Wanda switched to clamping her hands to her sides and squeezing rapidly.

"Aw, tickle tickle tickle, sweetie!" she cooed. "Coochie coochie coochie coo!"

Hazel's eyes were as bright as her laughter, and she finally managed to shoot a hand out and snatch one of Wanda's wrists.

"I wish you-- hehehehe-- I wish--!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Wanda pulled her hands back.

"You don't have to wish for that, squirt," she said. "I'm done, I promise."

Hazel's giggles continued for a few seconds longer. She wiggled around, trying to shake off the stray tickles.

"Did I sleep through my alarm again?" She asked. Wanda gave her a patented Mom Look, and Hazel smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Aw, don't sweat it, kiddo." Wanda patted her arm. "Just wanted to have a little fun to help wake you up."

"It worked," Hazel agreed. She sat up, yawning and stretching her arms above her head, before crawling over to sit next to Wanda on the edge of her bed. She leaned against her side, and Wanda wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Good morning, Hazel," Wanda said softly, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Good morning, Wanda."

"Good morning, Cosmo!"

Both Hazel and Wanda looked up as Cosmo poofed into existence, yawning and stretching just like Hazel had moments before. He looked at them-- Hazel still in her pajamas, Wanda in her human form-- and blinked. "What'd I miss?"

Wanda and Hazel looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

[cadavpurr]

ok here’s why I think that molly and the tardigrade might actually be the same character. very very big spoilers under the cut

from the moment that the tardigrade is introduced to us, we are given the information that despite him being immortal, he has awful memory. he doesn’t remember anything beyond the fact that he’s the owner of the museum of everything, and he’s supposed to be documenting everything that’s ever existed, even through he’s also forgotten a lot of what he’s documented too… he’s not frustrated by being forgetful though, he’s just kind of accepting of it.

“yeah, but most of these books aren’t important. or, just unsorted or something. that’s why they’re in the junk pile. see, like this?… *why do I even have this? did I make this? who knows!*” - the tardigrade, chapter 41.

the tardigrade relatively lax demeanor towards his own flaws is something that he actually has in common with molly, especially how they act in the comics first and second arc. I don’t really think I need to elaborate on how little molly really thought of themself in the earlier comic because arc 2 really makes sure that you understand… something something “lazy idiot and im happy that way”.

it may seem like mollys issues regarding their memory didn’t appear until chapter 44, but in chapter 38, she talks to leaf about how she can’t remember anything about seeing her future selves from her pasts point of view. she refers to her life before working at the museum to be a blur together in her memory. that’s 26 years of not remembering anything from her personal life. molly and the tardigrades lapses in memory is actually the most important part of this theory, they’re the only two characters that have this trait brought up multiple times throughout the story… it’s almost weirdly emphasized in a way.

alright this next part is like. a REALLY big hypothetical, and it’s also kind of hard for me to explain properly but hear me out here. what if your physical appearance at the end of time is based solely on how you perceive yourself? i genuinely have no “real” evidence for this beyond the tardigrades height inconsistencies. check how tall he is in chapter 2 vs how he’s mollys height in chapter 46 it’s kind of funny. sorry that was mean LOL. but anyways im saying this because I had this thought: when Jo and leaf eventually die, mollys going to be left alone with the tardigrade for a nearly incomprehensible amount of time. there’s a line of dialogue or a post that peyton made, I can’t remember which but ill come back to update this later when I find it, where the tardigrade explains how they find more stuff to put in the museum. he just goes out into the end of time and wanders until he finds something, and sometimes it takes *years.* so what if one day he just goes out and doesn’t come back? without the tardigrade, Molly won’t have anyone to remind them about who they are, or where they came from. the only thing they’ll be able to remember is that they’re immortal, and they’re in charge of the museum. so they turn into the tardigrade… thus making the story a loop. fucked up ain’t it.

(you could also make the claim that the tardigrade was never an actual tardigrade to begin with and it’s just a weird costume from one of those remotes but idk i like this idea better.)

there’s plenty of other instances of Molly and the tardigrade being eerily similar to eachother though. probably more than I can currently remember (it’s been a second since I reread mfm in its entirety) but this is one that always comes to mind when I talk abt this

anyways that’s all I can think of for now. ill come back to this later im tired lol… I didn’t know where to put this panel below but hey wouldnt this be cool if it was foreshadowing

[axeylotl]

thinking abt Jack and Roger's similarities. the ones I can think of are pretty superficial but I also think they're really compelling. for what, idk. not 100% sure they were intentional even. but

orange

black "eye" with white, rectangular "pupil"

(like, seriously. if you wanted to translate Jack into a phonehead you couldn't pick a better one than Roger's)

history of alcohol issues

springlocked by a bear suit, specifically

connections to dogs (Roger having had a dog isn't particularly special by DSaF standards, but it could say something that it was notable enough to be brought up.)

again, idk what its supposed to mean, if it was even intended in the first place. I just think about it a lot. blehhh

lotta wild speculation under cut

Maybe Roger's story was meant to peek into what Jack's could have been, had he not accepted or been offered fredbear's deal. Becoming a phone, alone and forgotten. Leaving behind little family, and the family that does remain never caring that he's gone. Burying himself in Freddy's to escape all his old mistakes (which, of course, is something Jack already does do throughout the series, DSaF 3 in particular)

the personalities are obviously very different, but the circumstances were so similar

(this next bit is flimsier, and I don't 100% believe it myself. maybe 30%-70%, depending on my mood)

then of course there's Jake, to complete the orange/purple dichotomy. If you want to go down the color symbolism route, you could make an argument that Jake's story is somehow an alternative angle/route to Dave's

though, tbh, I'm not nearly confident enough in my understanding of Jake or Dave's characters to draw any conclusions there atm, if there are any to be found. there might be something to say about Jake being the only phone we meet to have a child/connection to fatherhood as a concept

In this interpretation, Roger's nervous people-pleasing and Jake's abrasiveness would likely have been meant to do the same to Dave's dog-like loyalty and Jack's... all of it.

what I mean by "alternative angle" is that it's a distortion, almost. You take some of the same key reference points (being rude and standoffish / constantly putting other people before oneself) and put it in a different form (festered aggression taken out on anyone, cynical bitterness for those who cause & prolong your pain / being desperately & proactively devoted for fear of abandonment, being a quiet & malleable doormat for fear of punishment)

uh. dunno where Harry would fit into this take. if you're gonna draw parallels between Harry and any other character, it would be Dave, imo. 100%

again, I really don't think about Jack and Dave very much, so if any of this reading is fucky/stupid/other synonym for "this should've stayed in drafts" that's my bad. I'm lazy

[fwtomura]

Breathe Into Your Hungry Appetite.

(a simon riley x john mactavish fanfic ^_^)

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER THREE

cw: ghostsoap (simon riley x john mactavish), modern au, drug dealer au, mentions of weed, smut?, kinda transghost ngl, VERY BAD SPELLING!! that’s abt it.

haii guys i wrote chpt1 earlier and decided that it needs more added to it so here’s chpt2 :3

Simon’s morning started off just how it always did; kicking off the blankets, stretching out his back, and making that same awkward shuffle across the room towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and his hair. He still had that same old ache in his back and his joints as he slowly felt himself come back to the realm of the living. He didn’t bother with putting on a proper pair of pants before heading downstairs to the kitchen. It was a wednesday, he had the house to himself until much later in the evening.

He made himself his usual breakfast, hunching over the kitchen counter to eat as he scrolled through his phone. When he opened it, he realized that he’d forgotten to text Soap the night before. His phone opened up directly to Soap’s contact, which he’d noted down as ‘Johnny’ with a bar of soap emoji, but he hadn’t managed to send a message before he nodded off. Fuck. That’s awkward.

Simon💀: meant to text last just but got sidetracked, sorry

A half-assed apology was better than one, he decided. He didn’t include his name in the message, but judging by how quickly his phone vibrated against the counter, he didn’t necessarily need to add it.

Johnny🧼: all good, sweetheart

Johnny🧼: how’s ur morning going? did you sleep well?

Oddly charming. Not that he’d expected Soap to be turned off from texting him in the slightest. If anything, he was grateful for it to be just business as usual.

Simon💀: bit of a late start, but slept good.

Simon💀: eating breakfast now, how’s your day going?

He finished up his bowl of cereal, giving the bowl a half-asses rinse at the sink so that nothing would harden up before he gathered the willpower to properly load up the dishwasher. Maybe he’d get to it later this evening, maybe he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t seemed much more likely at the present moment.

Johnny🧼: nothin too crazy

Johnny🧼: It’s a slow day. fuckin boooooooooreeedddd >:(

Ghost nearly rolled his eyes as soon as he read the message. Of course he’d been bored. It seemed like that was always the case.

Simon💀: you poor thing, whatever will you do.

Ghost put his phone into his pocket briefly before heading upstairs, shutting the door to his room behind him out of reflex. He didn’t necessarily need to, but it wasn’t the worst habit to have. He opened his stash box and got out his pipe, he really did need to clean it.

As much of a pain in the ass as it was, he walked into the bathroom and got everything he needed. He’d leave the piece soaking overnight and would use a backup one for now. He checked his phone again as soon as he got the pipe settled into a plastic bag.

Johnny🧼: have u tried the new stuff yet?

He’d nearly forgotten about it, in fact. He looked over the baggie as he sat down onto the bean bag chair in his room. He could tell from the smell of the weed alone as he loaded up the grinder that it was potent . incredibly so.

Simon💀: not yet, loading up a bowl rn

Simon💀: smells strong as shit ngl.

The bud was nearly sticking to his fingers as he packed the bowl, the smell filling the room before he’d even sparked his lighter. It wasn’t that Soap always gave him shit weed, but he hadn’t expected this from a random strain that he’d given him to try. For free no less. And who the hell would Ghost be to turn down free weed that seemed to be at least halfway decent?

He flipped on the TV before settling down onto his beanbag chair and sparking up his bowl. The hit was sharp, almost immediately giving him that subtle, burning feeling at the back of his throat. The smoke still grunted slighting on the blowout, but there was a subtle almost citrusy flavour to it that say heavy on his tongue. Fuck. It felt good.

Simon kept taking slow, lazy hits from the pipe, leaning back and watching the smoke swirl and dance above him before it slowly dispersed throughout the room into nothing. The sunlight streaming in through the window made it look almost magical.

Simons phone had gotten tossed onto the bed at some point and he’d long since forgotten about it. He could feel the high slowly creeping in, his head filling with cotton and that euphoric loosening of his limps and muscles. Nothing else mattered in that moment… Aside from cracking a window; he’d finished smoking his bowl and the room was feeling rather stuffy. He opened the window quickly, swaying slighting from standing up too fast, and settled back down into the beanbag chair. He tapped the ash out of his pipe onto his rolling tray, stamping out the still smoldering bits with the bottom of his lighter, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t going to be moving from this spot for a minute. He could tell almost immediately. He could faintly hear the TV going in the background and that was the only thing keeping him grounded in the present. He hadn’t gotten a high like this in a minute.

For some reason, he felt durant to his acoustic guitar sitting over in the corner. The guitar was old, probably just as old as Simon was but he didn’t particularly care to do the math on that. He didn’t know the exact type of guitar he had, but it was a Suzuki SG-2S guitar and it was scuffed to hell and back. That guitar had seen him through three different moves that he knew about, the pick guard being coated in hundreds of overlapping scratch marks. The finish of the guitar was worn off in several spots, but Simon still found it beautiful. Tommy had called the color ‘Tobacco Sunburst’ but Simon thought the same was fucking stupid.

(If he remember right, they’d gotten into a spat over it. Tommy has insistent that it wa the proper name for the color, Simon didn’t care regardless. The name was stupid.)

He sat up briefly before slinging the guitar over his lap, not bothering to slide the strap over his shoulders. His fingers quickly slid to pick out from between the strings and the fretboard at the top of the guitar, the calluses on his fingertips lining up perfectly with the strings. He idly picked through a few different scales. Warming up on the guitar was practically second nature to him at this point. He’d been playing guitar for just about as long as he could remember. His mother had taught him as soon as he was big enough to hold a guitar and he’d fallen in love with the instrument as soon as he touched the strings. Some of his fondest memories growing up were of playing guitar with his mum, often accompanied by Tommy singing along to whatever song they were playing, his voice being incredibly loud and off-key.

The guitar belonged to his mother originally, and it had been a birthday gift from her. He’d part with it over his dead body. Though the guitar didn’t look the best, it was absolutely priceless to him. He hummed softly to himself as he slowly worked through different riff that had been giving him trouble. The guitar was tuned perfectly, and Simon felt himself getting lost in the sound of it. The soft squeaks of the strings against his fingers, the gentle thrums from the pick, nearly everything was enchanting.

Playing guitar was always an incredibly therapeutic thing for Simon. At the very least, it was a conversation starter for just something he could bring up for meaningless smalltalk. He’d been asked to play at a few of Gaz’s parties, but the idea of having that many people staring at him while he was playing made him want to gouge his throat out with a fork. He’d rather play alone in his room, and he had no problem with admitting that.

He hadn’t been to many of Gaz’s parties recently, but he appreciated that Gaz didn’t nag him too terribly for not showing up. He didn’t know everyone who was there and his idea of fun didn’t typically consist of sitting off in a corner awkwardly for a few hours before he deemed it acceptable to leave.

Funnily enough, Soap always seemed to be at Gaz’s parties whenever he’d have them. Soap would never outright approach Simon, but he’d always give him a wave and that same, charming smile he always seemed to have primed and ready. Did Soap know how to play guitar? Could he at least sing halfway decent? He’d have to ask next time he saw him. 

Simon decided he was done playing guitar for now once he’d realized he’d been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes, not moving a single muscle. He placed it back onto its stand in the corner before immediately laying back down into bed. The soft breeze coming in through the window made his room cool, but still extremely pleasant for him to be in. He laid on his stomach with one leg lifted up as he started scrolling through his phone to keep his mind occupied. 

Even while being on his phone, his mind couldn’t stop drifting towards thoughts of Johnny. Objectively he was mildly annoying, to put things lightly. He always seemed to gravitate towards Simon like a lost puppy just to make flirty comments towards him. (It had taken Simon an embarrassing amount of time to figure out that he was flirting and not just being nice.) Though he was annoying, Simon couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive despite his horrifically outdated mohawk, but it did suit him quite well. 

Simon didn’t consider himself to be very much of a relationship person. Things had a tendency to not work out and he’d much rather save himself the grief than fling himself at anyone who showed him the smallest bit of attention. While this was true, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the attention that Johnny was always all too willing to give him. Johnny made him feel like he was the most important person in the room. He’d be stupid to not enjoy it.

He wanted to get closer to Johnny, nearly feeling shitty for how little he actually knew about him. He didn’t know much about his hobbies, only knowing his taste in music from their drives that they would go on together. Their respective tastes in music had a significant amount of overlap, which Simon greatly appreciated. He found himself always feeling drawn towards Johnny. He wanted to be closer to him, whether that was just as friends or otherwise.

Johnny was undeniably attractive; you could even argue that he was Simon’s type. He had a decent amount of muscle to him, a stunning smile, and those beautiful blue eyes that Simon could easily get lost in for hours. His patchwork tattoos that were more than likely done in someone’s kitchen or basement left something to be desired, but Simon couldn’t say much on the quality or overall design of his tattoos. (He didn’t have much ground to stand on with his overly edgy sleeve he’d gotten the week after he turned 18.) Johnny was cocky and oftentimes overly confident, but Simon liked it, oddly enough. He was charming and always seemed to know exactly what to say to get a laugh or any other reaction out of Simon. He liked Johnny much more than he’d initially expected to.

 Simon wasn’t entirely picky with who he hooked up with, but it wasn’t something that he often sought out. With Johnny, however, he had half a mind to invite him over. The longer he’d thought about him, that low simmer of arousal pooling in his gut had roared into a rolling boil. Sleeping with Johnny wouldn’t be the worst idea he’d ever had. He’d stolen glances at his groin when he would wear gray sweatpants and Simon was more than just pleased with what he’d seen. At the very least, he’d have fun. That would be worth it. It had been a minute.

Simon💀: idk if it’s the strain or what

Simon💀: but i’m fucking horny

Simon💀: did that happen to you when you tried it?

Simon seemed to have an uncanny talent in sending risky text messages when he was stoned. It wasnt recommended at all, but he usually gained something pleasant out of it. He’d never sent a risky message to Johnny, mind, but he doubted anything bad would come from it.

He knew damn well how Johnny looked at him like he was something to be devoured. Any time he needed to lean down to pick something up, he could always be certain that he’d find Johnny’s eyes trained carefully on him. He was never shy about his intentions. Simon was practically waiting for Johnny to make a move, but he’d make it first if Johnny wouldn’t.

Despite Johnny’s track record of responding within five minutes whenever Simon would text him, nearly ten minutes had lapsed since Simon had messaged him. Disappointing. He tossed his phone onto the bed before opening the drawer on his bedside table. He tossed a bottle of lube and a dildo onto the bed near his phone before lying back down. It seemed like closing the door earlier had been a good idea after all.

He checked his phone one again, just to check, and was surprised to see ‘Read 1:23pm.’ He was very neatly thrilled to see the typing bubble pop up on screen. He needed to see this through, a pang of tension cutting through his arousal.

Johnny🧼: u kno..

Johnny🧼: as ur plug in responsible for ur high

Johnny🧼: i could come take care of u

Of course he’d say that. Simon had completely expected for Johnny to jump at the opportunity. Strangely enough, it was endearing.

Simon💀: mhm.

Simon💀: you can barely take care of yourself

Simon💀: I’d like to see you try.

Simon grinned as soon as he saw that Johnny was typing again rolling onto his stomach. He kept his phone held up in his left hand as his right hand slid down beneath himself. He didn’t let it slide fully into his boxers, idly playing with the waistband of his boxers.

Johnny🧼: I can come over n prove it, si’

Johnny🧼: I’d be more thn happy 2

As much as the idea seemed appealing, Simon wanted to guarantee that he’d have the house to himself. He couldn’t risk having Roach coming home in the middle of everything. He truly did want to tell Johnny to come over, particularly with how long it’s been, it wasn’t work the risk of getting interrupted.

Simon💀: maybe you could.

Simon💀: where would you start?

Though he couldn’t have Johnny over right away, playing with his food was always an entertaining pastime for Simon. Particularly with someone like Johnny. He always was incredibly upfront with his intentions. Whether he’d put his money where his mouth is was still up for debate.

Johnny🧼: do u have any idea how crazy uve been driving me??

Johnny🧼: every time i see u it drives me fuckin insane

Johnny🧼: can barely keep my hands to myself when i see u

Cute, but Simon already knew that. The art of subtlety was not something that Johnny was skilled or familiar with. He liked that about him. He couldn’t deny the thrill that rushed down his spine whenever he would turn around and catch Johnny staring at him. He always looked at him like he was starving, his eyes looking nearly dark with desire each time. It almost seemed as if he could call Johnny over to him with a simple tilt of his head and he’d drop to his knees in front of Simon like an obedient dog. He loved that feeling.

Simon 💀: cute… 

Simon 💀: you can do better than that, can’t you? 

Johnny🧼: u have no idea just how badly i want to ruin u

Simon had half a mind to drop the conversation there. He wasn’t in the mood to have to lead the conversation himself. If Johnny wasn’t going to hold his attention, he wasn’t going to keep playing along for the sake of Johnny’s ego. Interestingly enough, he responded before Simon could set his phone down fully. 

Johnny 🧼: if you tell me to i’ll come over rn

Johnny 🧼: i’d push you up against the wall, kiss you breathless with my hand around your neck 

Johnny 🧼: have you riding my thigh while i’m marking what’s mine

Marking what’s his?  

Simon 💀: marking what’s yours? i’m not yours. 

Johnny 🧼: not yet >_&lt;!

Incredibly cocky, yet he didn’t hate it. Johnny was always incredibly forward with his intentions. The current moment was no exception to that. Simon would be lying if he didn’t find the idea of it appealing. He could almost perfectly envision it. 

Johnny’s hand gripping almost uncomfortably tight onto his hips, no doubt leaving bruises where his fingertips had been. The delectably rough scrape of his stubble against his jaw and neck as biting kisses would be placed across his skin, the warm metal of the barbell in Johnny’s tongue tracing across each hickey left across his neck. He could almost hear how Johnny would chuckle against his skin as he pressed his leg up further between Simon’s thighs, the pressure against his cock as he would roll his hips down and be met with an approving hum from Johnny. He wanted to hear just how rushed and heated Johnny’s breaths would get, feel his cock hardening against his hip…

Johnny 🧼: i’d treat you so well if you’d let me

Johnny 🧼: i’ll make an absolute mess out of you just with my tongue and fingers

Johnny 🧼: i’d leave marks all over your body just to make you think of me each time you see them

He would be on his back, bullied up closer to the head of the bed with Johnny between his legs. He’d have his hand in Johnny’s hair, pulling on it just to see how Johnny would react. He could almost feel Johnny’s steely blue eyes watching each expression he’d make. Johnny’s eyes would never leave his face, even when he leans his head back against the pillows. The coil in his stomach winding tighter with each pass of Johnny’s tongue against his cock, his fingers curling up just right inside of him and making him squirm. 

He knew Johnny would wrap his free arm around one of his thighs, pulling him closer and effectively locking him in place. He’d pull back just briefly, his chin nearly dripping wet with Simon’s arousal. 

“Don’t run away from it, sweetheart.”

Johnny 🧼: can’t wait to hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make 

Simon 💀: hate to disappoint but i’m kind of quiet 

Johnny 🧼: we’ll see about that when i get my hands on you

Simon couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed by his confidence. Johnny was well aware of the effect that he had on Simon and to his credit, Simon couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this interested in texting someone like this. 

He was on edge, his hand having creeped into his boxers long before Johnny started typing. He could feel his heartbeat racing as he watched the bubble continue, a low curse leaving his throat as he curled his fingers upwards inside of him.

Johnny 🧼: takin a while to respond, sweetheart

Johnny 🧼: what are you up to?

If he wanted to know so badly, Simon had no problems with showing him. He had a mirror at the foot of his bed for a reason. He sat up just slightly, leaning his weight on his left elbow and angling the camera so that his face wasn’t visible. He spread his legs open a little further for the picture. The damp spot on his boxers was just��barely visible, but made more apparent by the flash of the camera. 

The image was tasteful, but you could still clearly see that Simon had two fingers buried inside of his cunt. He ground the heel of his palm against his dick as he sent the picture over.

Simon 💀: i think you can guess…

Johnny didn’t immediately start typing and Simon couldn’t deny the slight puff that it gave to his ego. He was well aware of the fact that Johnny found him attractive, but seeing a visual demonstration of him not having an immediate quip back from a risque picture was amusing to him. It was, of course, short lived. 

Johnny 🧼: got you that riled up from a few texts?

Simon 💀: don’t flatter urself 

Simon 💀: i’m home alone. just gotta take care of it myself. 

Johnny 🧼: i could change that

Simon 💀: maybe

The offer was incredibly tempting. Simon knew if he told Johnny to come over, he’d be at his house within the next twenty minutes, if not faster. Best case, the hookup would be pretty decent and he’d have a reason to invite Johnny over more often. Worst case, he’d have some mediocre sex and need to find a new drug dealer. That still didn’t account for running into Johnny at parties, or Roach coming home in the middle of everything. Maybe that wasn’t the best course of action…for now.

Johnny 🧼: can i save that pic?

Johnny 🧼: won’t show it to anyone. i just want that for me

If he’d been standing up, Simon knew that message would have made him dizzy. He could feel the slight rush of adrenaline down his spine at the suggestion. Just wanting to keep that picture for himself? Would he be looking at it later, touching himself thinking about Simon? Would that be the first time he’d done something similar? The mental image of that was all too appealing for Simon to say no.

Simon 💀: you better fucking not

Simon 💀: my face isn’t in it, go ahead

Johnny 🧼: perfect. 

He slid a third finger inside of himself as he waited for Johnny to finish typing, gently chewing on his lower lip in anticipation. Would Johnny be touching himself looking at that picture?

His face dimly illuminated by the light of his phone, sitting up with the hem of his tank top tucked between his teeth. His eyes carefully scanning over the picture as his hand stroked over his cock, his thumb trailing over the head on each upstroke. 

Johnny 🧼: just want to fucking ruin you 

Johnny 🧼: i’d keep you up all night, fill you up until you can’t take any more

Simon 💀: doubt you have the stamina but you can try

Johnny 🧼: cute that you think that

Johnny 🧼: when’s the last time someone properly took care of you? 

In all honesty, Simon could barely even remember the last time he’d hooked up with someone, let alone had a memorable and at least halfway decent hookup. He knew it had been more than a few months, but he didn’t exactly keep track of it either. He didn’t necessarily have people lining up to sleep with him, Johnny being the exception, and didn’t see the point in lying about it just to make him jealous…though it did sound appealing. 

Simon 💀: it’s been a while

Johnny 🧼: poor thing

Johnny 🧼: i could take care of you

Johnny 🧼: have you start on your hands and knees, flip you on your back when you get too tired

Johnny 🧼: push your knees to your chest and watch how you fall apart for me

He’d be on his back, his knees held tight to his chest, Johnny no doubt deeper inside him than anyone had been in a long time. He could hear the slap of skin on skin, harsh pants and soft groans. He was certain he’d be able to see the sweat dripping down Johnny’s temples, messy trails down his neck. How his eyebrows would be knit together tightly, his eyes closed and focusing on the sensations of everything. Open mouthed panting, his muscles flexing and relaxing beneath his skin so perfectly, shoulders begging to be bitten into. He’d make such a pretty picture, wouldn’t he?

Johnny 🧼: show me what you’re up to, doll

He deserved to see a little more, didn’t he? Simon pushed himself up to be sitting fully, tucking his legs beneath him and getting into more of a straddle position. He kept the camera carefully angled to hide his face as he hit the record button. He kept slowly fingering himself as the video ran, being careful to not make much noise. He didn’t need to inflate Johnny’s ego any more than it already would be. He didn’t watch the video back before sending it off. It was only a few seconds long, but it was clear what he was doing.

His eyes lit up as soon as Johnny started typing again, not having the energy to feign disinterest any longer. 

Johnny🧼: I can hardly even see what you’re doing, sweetheart

Simon💀: greedy.

Johnny🧼: you love it.

His next video started the same as the one he’d just sent, this time making more of an effort to grind against the palm of his hand as he worked himself open. This time, he lowered the camera from his face as he pulled his hand out of his boxers. He locked eyes with the camera in the mirror as he raised his hand towards his mouth, slowly trailing his tongue between his fingers and effectively cleaning off all evidence of his own arousal. He immediately sent off the video as soon as he stopped recording.

Simon💀: does this give you any clues?

He couldn’t deny the headrush he got as soon as Johnny didn’t reply for almost a minute, the read receipt being the only evidence he’d seen it. He was nearly giddy as he waited for Johnny to finish typing.

Johnny🧼: i think i’ve got an idea

Johnny🧼: i’d clean off your fingers just like that if i was there

Johnny🧼: dying to find out exactly how you taste

Simon💀: i bet you are

He’d been dancing around inviting Johnny over for too long, and he was starting to wonder if it’d be worth it to invite him over. Johnny hadn’t let up once in texting him. Simon wouldn’t mind the company. It could’ve just been the weed talking, but Simon felt he deserved at least the chance to prove himself. What did he have to lose?

He shifted up on his knees, turning so that his profile could be seen in the mirror. He pressed his chest down towards the bed, forcing his back to arch as his hips stayed high up in the air. He adjusted himself just slightly so that his body was in better view of the mirror to the camera. He sent off the picture as soon as he’d gotten a good shot.

Simon 💀: you gonna come get behind me or what?

Read 1:58pm. 

For a few moments, Simon figured that Johnny was just in shock and didn’t know how to respond. Maybe he hadn’t expected Simon to send that and needed a moment to process. One minute passed, then two, then five, then ten. Simon couldn’t hold in the disappointed sigh as he tossed his phone to the side. He was disappointed, yes, but still not entirely surprised. He’d expected Soap to be all bark and no bite, but had hoped that wouldn’t be the case. 

He rolled back onto his back, reaching for the dildo and lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier before sliding his boxers off and tossing them onto the floor. He’d hoped for something different, but this would have to do for now.

an: sorry for cockblocking you guys i promise they fuck in the next chapter. but anyways. thank you for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!! next chapter should be up relatively soonish!!

[bookwyrminspiration]

hi! 1. i have been on the road for hours but am finally getting close to home and oh man quil it is so good to see all the familiar landmarks and foliage again, i forgot how absolutely homesick i was but this is such a place to be homesick for, and 2. this is not about found family AND i still haven't. actually finished the entire series really so i don't even know how satisfactory the ending is (or if i've already recommended it haha) but the false prince, which is part of the ascendance series, might be a fun read for you! i remember reading tgl for the first time and the main character's Voice reminded me SO MUCH of sage, the mc from that book, that i had to sit down and check if the authors were the same (they were not). it's abt this orphan kid who gets kidnapped so he can compete w a handful of other boys to impersonate the late prince who had been killed years ago and become a, i think it's called a puppet ruler? for some guy. it is EXTREME amounts of fun from what i remember of it haha--my brother and i didn't know there were other books until like this year though, which sucks because it's like!!!! i think like four other books!!! that's so wild!!! it was one of our favorites!!! so i mean it's your choice if u would ever read the entire series bc i can't guarantee the quality of it but i genuinely love the entire tone of the first book it's just so well done :)

Hello! 1. I am so so glad for you--when I was coming home a couple weeks ago it was so nice to see the streets and know where we were, how the traffic flowed, the kinds of stops and lights you'd find, the way's the streets looked. In CA it was so green everywhere and I was just like. what the fuck where are my Rocks and Dirt and why do we have to take so many uturns. wishing you pleasant dreams back in your own place with your own food and clothes and atmosphere <3

2. !!! I have that series!! I own the first three--though I think my sister's had the first book for a few years, because she borrowed it a while back and never gave it back. same with the lightning thief. and I didn't realize until like a year ago that there's a book 4 + 5 now, so I haven't finished the series either. I actually. Don't know if I ever read past book 1--I think I started book 2, but stopped a few chapters in? I can't say for certain because it was so long ago--I read the false prince almost a decade ago, in elementary school for battle of the books, so I've forgotten nearly everything.

And I remember I really loved the voice as well! I might've even stopped partway into book 2 because the voice didn't feel the same, but again. it's been a while. I remember very little except for the final twist, with the fools gold thing. But I know elementary me was blown off her fucking feet with that I was SO astonished and blind-sided.

But!! Because I own books 2 + 3 but haven't finished them, I do fully intend to reread the false prince at some point in the future so I can read those! on my quest to read all the books I own! so while I can't have any meaningful conversation about any of it (i forgot his name was sage, for example...), I will be able to someday!! i don't know if I've ever seen anyone else talk about or mention the series--and I didn't know that was its name--so very cool that you have!

[frostbite-the-bat]

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MUGH MY INTERNET KEEPS DYING like I was on data almost the whole day it's pissing me off and all day dad only cares about his TV working and shit oh my god And my parents Siad we'd get our wifi shit changed like ^^ nearly a year ago

Oh yea next week! Ah sorry THE NEXT WEEK! then it's forgotten abt bc OH WELL IT WORKS!!

Annoying as fuck sslrsly but what pisses me off more that there's a promise of some sort and it DOESN'T HAPPEN. Boiler getting fixed took 3 promises and 2 weeks

The supposed reconstruction of our apartment? ME POSSIBLY GETTING MY OWN BEDROOM? MORE PRIVACY...? never happened and just false hope

Oh my god imagine getting smthn fixed in this house OMG but no the TOILET SEAT got fixed but sure everything else that's fucked is like this

[kodzukii]

🗯 THE WIND KNOWS ME (BUT I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER) ft. kise ryouta.

SUMMARY !   in which kise ryouta hears the wind — but not when it comes to you.

PAIRING !   kise ryouta x gn!reader

GENRES ! fluff, romance

WARNINGS !  none!

TAGLIST ! @n0vad (send an ask to be added <33)

WORD COUNT !   670+

NOTE !  i’m a little amazed i actually wrote smth ngl 🤧🤧 anyways hi knb fandom this is my debut <33 ik y’all are dead rn but hopefully this gets a few people to rise from their graves a lil bit 💗 also if the tense is a bit weird ik sorry abt that i rarely write in present tense <//3

kise ryouta hears the wind.

the ceaseless chatter and shuffling of his classmates continues around him. “hey, wanna be my partner?” floats around the room, receiving varied yes or no responses. kise sincerely hopes he may be able to dodge the question just a little bit longer. his gaze stays trained onto the half opened glass barrier next to his seat, giving him a view of the vast, azure sky outside. he sighs discontentedly, mechanical pencil spinning between his fingers. his weary pout deepens the more his fist indents his cheek. 

through his peripheral vision, kise sees a figure walk toward him. he inwardly groans, realising that the dreaded question is now floating towards him. what a shame. he may have jinxed himself this time. with the softest of sighs, he turns toward the figure and – oh crap, not her again. he plasters a smile onto his lips before his displeasure can show. 

“oh, kise-kun! i couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a partner yet! you look so all alone.”

her voice is so grating that kise can almost taste how disgustingly saccharine it was. her bright, glossy lips form into a pout as she says this, and kise muses that the overly cakey makeup on her skin does nothing to hide the rotten personality (and zits) underneath.

“ah… i spaced out while everyone was picking their partners. so it seems i’m the odd one out,” he says with a laugh, voice like honey.

“well, well. i seem to be all alone as well.” 

kise nearly gags at the seductive tone her voice had now taken. her lips seem more red now than ever as she leans in a bit, allowing kise to catch a whiff of her vanilla (artificial– and cheap, he notes) perfume. 

“oh, is that so?”

the wind becomes louder.

“soooo, we’re perfect – i mean, it’s perfect! silly me.”

he wishes the wind would drown out her laughs – it was like a broken violin grating against his eardrums.

“i suppose. but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”

and this beholder sees nothing beautiful in front of him.

“you’re right! always so insightful, kise-kun!”

kise thinks his laughs are starting to become out of tune, too.

“heh, of cour--”

“kise-kun? you dropped this in p.e.”

the wind suddenly begins to quieten.

“hey, we were–!”

“(l/n)cchi! i was wondering where that went. thank you so much for returning it.”

to him, the way you glowed was akin to that of an angel. this beholder was proven wrong today. and though he’s never believed in abstract concepts such as fate, today he finds himself thanking the lucky stars midorima seems to oh-so-adore.

“it’s alright. be more attentive of your things next time, okay?”

wow, he really wishes he could hear you lecture him more often. however, before he could do more than nod and say “okay”, you have already left, only a whisper of (and very much natural) scent left in your wake.

he watches you take your seat, scribbling notes in your workbook, likely something to do with the assignment. he thinks he hears the girl’s noisy calls for his name next to him, but his intent gaze stays trained onto your figure. the thoughtful hum that slips from your lips is music to his ears, and he can’t help but find your focused expression rather attractive. and… you’re alone? 

the wind is silent.

the chair scrapes from beneath him as he rises to his full height. with the girl forgotten behind him, he walks toward your desk in confident strides. he sees you look up when you sense his presence, and he sends you a smile as he closes the distance between you two. you smile back! wow, your smile is gorgeous. gemini must be on top of oha asa’s list today (maybe midorima is onto something with his belief in fate, kise thinks).

“hi again, kise-kun. do you need something?”

“yes, actually.”

kise ryouta hears the wind.

but never when it comes to you.

[brother-genitivi]

screaming thinking abt the clones going to a grocery store

warnings: mention of alcohol

Hardcase starts by grabbing a shopping cart, then runs for momentum and lifts his feet off the ground, barrelling his way down aisles and almost crashing into Rex. His captain is not pleased.

Kix immediately makes his way to the ice cream section. He takes many tubs into his arms, thinks about the cost, and opts for eight tubs of ice cream instead of ten. "We'll ration them."

Jesse accidentally takes someone else's trolley, thinking it was Rex's. He doesn't realise until the person politely asks for it back. Jesse thinks about digging himself into a hole and never coming back out again, and to make matters worse, Tup saw everything.

Whenever they need to put an item back, Dogma's the one to find which aisle and which exact section it came from. Otherwise, he loiters around the snacks section. He can't wait to get his hands on every sugary treat they have there.

Tup has a basket of his own. He fills it with items ranging from fluffy slippers, to a caf machine, to face creams, to 'wonky' fruits because they're cheaper. The slippers are for Fives because he ALWAYS complains about his feet being cold. He got the face creams because his skincare routine is practically non-existent, and Kix nags him every time he picks at his acne. The fruits and caf machine are for the barracks. He forgets to buy caf pods for the caf machine.

Fives swapped his armour with Echo. He spends most of the trip impersonating his brother and doing things to embarrass him. This includes lying on the floor facedown. Somehow Fives manages to knock over a pile of boxes in his attempt to prank Echo, and ends up embarrassing himself. He's steady on the battlefield, but outside it is a very different story.

On the other side of the store, Echo has long forgotten to impersonate Fives. He has more important things to do, like get the caf pods that Tup forgot, and milk, and sugar, and deodorant, and cheese- and before he knows it, the trolley Hardcase commandeered is full.

Rex is trying to have a good time. Key word: trying. He's already lost the shopping list Echo made (that's what he gets for not using a datapad). Hardcase nearly trampled him with a shopping cart earlier, and attempts on his life, accidental or not, tend to sour his mood. To make matters worse, Fives - and he knows it's Fives - is pretending to be his batchmate and inconveniencing customers in the process. Jesse nearly stole someone's cart. Kix has gone missing. Dogma's worked himself into a panic trying to return items they don't need, and Tup's trying to convince him to let him buy the caf machine. Rex pinches the bridge of his nose and contacts Cody.

Cody shows up with a datapad and trolley, Waxer and Boil in tow. He's in ori'vod mode. He has a shopping list, credits and a budget.

Waxer is busy piling items into Cody’s trolley. He ends up bumping into Echo. They look over their items and realise now they have two of everything. At least Echo remembered the shopping list, Waxer thinks.

Boil’s headed right for the alcohol. He has no ID on him save for the code on his wrist, but that’s not going to stop him from trying. Surely he passes for older than 18, right? Right?

Plo Koon hears from Obi-Wan that members of the 212th are at a grocery store. He thinks the Wolfpack could use a shopping trip, supplying each of them with 100 credits each. No one asks where he got the credits from.

Wolffe takes a basket and makes it clear that nothing is going in it unless it’s cleared with him and Plo Koon. He also has a budget. To his utter dismay, C3PO is also in the grocery store to get supplies for Padmé. Wolffe pretends not to see the droid, but C3PO spots him before he can escape. He rolls his eyes, yet makes no verbal complaints. It’s only a matter of time before C3PO has to leave. He can do this.

Boost takes a leaf out of Hardcase’s book and takes a trolley for the sole purpose of using it to zoom around the speeder parking area. Sinker films the whole thing, then climbs into the trolley. Boost pushes him around, and they forget about actually buying anything.

Rex manages to pay for their items without incident. His headache is slowly going away, and they managed to find Kix outside with a bag full of ice cream tubs. Cody gives him a look that’s half ‘you really called me out here for this?’ and half ‘well done for getting it done’.

Wolffe finally escapes C3PO’s clutches and gets his items paid for, including a mug that has ‘Galaxy’s No.1 Dad’ on it. Come to think of it, he can’t recall seeing Plo Koon drink from a mug, but it’s the thought that counts.

Boil emerges from the store with alcohol in hand. Waxer loses his mind over it.

Plo Koon loves his mug.

Obi-Wan makes a mental note to join his men the next time they go shopping. It might, dare he say, be fun.

Anakin and Ahsoka definitely plan on joining them. Rex has another headache just thinking about it. Still, the boys enjoyed themselves. Maybe he can survive another shopping trip.

[blackstarmylove]

If it's not too much. . . could you possibly do other short info bios abt other bsts members? Idk much abt any of the characters 😔

Part 1 is here.

When I say “old Starless”, I am referring to the old location, which was owned by Iwami and managed by the Mikis. The Starless we know is the new restaurant owned by Haseyama and managed by Kei and Unei. 

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Kei

Starless’s pillar and in-house celebrity. Kei is from the US and is a well-known celebrity there but put his career on a hiatus to come to Japan for MC’s sake. He helped create the new Starless and refers to it as a place designed for MC and her protection. He knows Heath and MC from childhood but had to leave Japan and go to America at the age of 9; while Heath remembers what happened, MC has forgotten both of them. For some reason, Kei doesn’t want MC’s memories to come back and told her a few times to not remember. 

Kei comes off as an arrogant and cold man, and while he does have an arrogant side, he’s caring but doesn’t usually show it unless MC or Heath are involved. This man is good at everything, can manage anything, and is always prepared for everything. On to flip side, Kei always takes everything on by himself, and if people he cares about blame him for something he didn’t do, he quietly takes the blame. Kei is the pillar of Starless because Haseyama tried multiple times to fire cast members, but Kei managed to find a way around the owner’s tricks. Also, when Kei temporarily left Starless to go to America, things went downhill really quickly between the cast members and Haseyama.

Kei is a wealthy man and seems to have connections to people left and right. Even Haseyama is scared of Kei, and at one point, he says, “Even the yazuka is cute compared to Kei.” This might be stepping into the theory territory, but Kei is a celebrity, yet people can’t get information about him which makes me think the celebrity career might be his side job. 

In one of the recent chapters, Gui said that his master’s face resembles Kei. Fun facts about him: he’s good at training dogs, is equally talented in singing/dancing/acting and likes watching historical Japanese drama. That’s where he learned Japanese from, so his Japanese is very samurai-like. 

Kokuyou

The face of Starless, aka Mr. Starless. Kokuyou was one of the first members of the old Starless and was recruited by Nekome. Despite his intimidating appearance and rough-around-the-edges personality, Kokuyou is a very caring man who looks out for people. Kokuyou is one of the few members of Starless that has a motorcycle (the other is Hari and possibly Nekome). 

After the Mikis and Iwami disappeared, Kokuyou tried to take care of Starless, but things didn’t go well, and the restaurant wasn’t making profits. He loves Starless to no end and wants to protect the restaurant at all costs because Starless is his home, and like some of the other cast members, he has nowhere else to go. 

Kokuyou and Akira were best friends at one point, but something happened between them, and they drifted apart. Maybe one of the reasons was Kokuyou’s need to have everything his way, especially when it comes to Team W. This is also why he can’t get along with Kei. From Kokuyou’s perspective, Kei barged into Starless - HIS territory - and started to make changes to which he didn’t agree.  

From one of the flashbacks MC had, it seems like she and Kokuyou knew each other or met as children. Oddly enough, the name of Kokuyou’s dog tag is Chiaki Takamori, and MC has some sort of connection to Chiaki. Heath has said a few times that MC is Chiaki but then turned around and said she’s not Chiaki; meanwhile, Kei told Heath to say that name around MC. But Kokuyou keeps the dog tag with him almost all the time. As for his scar, he said he doesn’t remember what happened, but he nearly died.

Sotetsu

Starless’s Tasmanian devil. This man loves drama and is willing to cause fires just so he can sit back and see the drama unfold. Sotetsu is a member of Team Sus and likes to poke his nose in other people’s business which kind of is part of his (other) job as an information broker. He joined Starless after fighting with Kokuyou, but we don’t know much about this yet. Sotetsu is a huge flirt and comes off as a total playboy, but after reading his Valentine’s day card, there is a much deeper part of him that he doesn’t let anyone see or doesn’t trust anyone enough to show that side.

Yoshino

Starless’s strawberry shortcake. Yoshino used to be very timid and lacked confidence, but now, he has confidence and is willing to do anything and everything to get a chance to sing, no matter the consequences. He and Sotetsu are the same age, and they were classmates at one point. Yoshino’s family doesn’t support his singing career as they’re financially struggling and don’t think being a singer is good enough to support the family. His hobby is playing board games, including chess.

Yakou

Starless’s salaryman number 2. Yakou has an office job and somehow manages to work as a full-time cast member of Starless. He initially joined Starless solely to get back at Sinju for destroying his chance of becoming an idol (look at Sinju’s section for more details about this). The idol agency lied to Yakou and the other group members, saying Sinju left the agency on his own and broke up the trainee group. So Yakou held Sinju responsible for losing his chance at becoming an idol but eventually learned the truth. After losing a versus battle against Rindou, Yakou temporarily leaves Team P and Starless, but he comes back as a member of Team K. Along with Kei and Yoshino, Yakou is a singer on Team K.

Sin

The walking-talking puzzle of Starless (who no one can decode expect Takami). He likes to talk in riddles but is also capable of talking “normally”, but who needs normal talk when he can confuse (almost) everyone and give them a headache. Sin knows about all the things going on in Starless, including who MC is, what they have done, what connection they have to Kei and Heath, and much more. He’s pretty suspicious himself but is seen helping MC, so we don’t know whether he’s on MC’s side or not. Sin is the second oldest cast member. His hobbies include reading, playing chess, and making tea. 

Taiga

Starless’s gamer. He came to Starless in search of his missing brother, Nekome, but found Kokuyou instead and decided to join Team W. Taiga is a talented hacker, but according to him, he’s a white hat hacker, meaning he doesn’t use his skills to cause harm to anyone. He’s also good with technology and is responsible for fixing devices used by the cast members. Unfortunately for him, a handful of cast members are always breaking the tablets, namely Mizuki and Qu. He has known Kokuyou for a while through Nekome and thinks of him as a brother.

Nekome

Mr. Lost-and-suddenly-found, and Starless’s newest member. Also part of Team Sus. Nekome is Taiga’s older brother and one of the first members of the old Starless. He and Kokuyou were really close friends, but their friendship went down the drain when Nekome decided to switch from Team W to Team P (in the old Starless). He was supposedly missing but showed up one day at the new Starless, and exactly at that time, there was a fire in the restaurant, which caused the whale skeleton to fall and crush Nekome and one other man. Kokuyou and Taiga both find the “new” Nekome kinda odd and find it really suspicious that he suddenly returned. He used to be part of a motorcycle gang and possibly still has a motorcycle.

Sinju

Starless’s sunshine. Sinju used to be a trainee in an idol agency but was kicked out of the agency because they didn’t think Sinju fit the “princely” theme of the group since he was from a poor family. Rindou was the one who brought Sinju to Starless. He’s one of the nicest and purest members of Starless but is also very oblivious, and sometimes people get frustrated with him, namely Yakou. He lives with his grandma and older brother and does odd jobs here and there to help out his struggling family.

Maica

Starless’s hole puncher. If you want to live, don’t mistake him for a woman; otherwise, he will punch holes in walls. Maica comes from a wealthy family, but his parents didn’t support his dream to sing, so he ran away and came to Starless. He’s very short-tempered and can get irritated easily, but despite this, he can think with a level head. Maica has a social media account, and though we don’t know much about it, I think he has a lot of followers.

Mokuren

Starless’s dance and food-loving diva. Mokuren loves dancing to the point of it being their obsession, but they also love food and don’t take kindly to people taking their food. They have a kinda chill side, but for the most part, they are sharp with their words and like everything to go their way. Mokuren is also relentless when it to Team C’s dancing and will make their team practice to the point of collapsing if needed. Before they came to Starless, Mokuren worked as a drag queen along with Qu.

Hari

Starless’s bonbon. He is the son of a politician and comes from a very rich family, but he wants to follow his passion for the time being before having to return to studying and possibly take over his father’s position. Hari is nice and comes off as someone who doesn’t pay attention to his surroundings, but in reality, he’s sharp. At one point, he hires a private detective to find out who is trying to hurt MC, but the detective dies. He recently got into motorcycling and had a motorcycle of his own (seen in his 5* gatcha card).

Kongou

Starless’s chef and MC’s personal bodyguard (but inside Starless only). Kongou is extremely nice, considerate, and very passive - like it literally takes a lot for him to get mad. He got mad at Ran once (in his 5* summer event card), but other than that, he never gets angry. He is also the chef of Starless, and his food is incredible - even the cast members can’t get enough of his cooking. Kongou used to be a wrestler, and now, he’s Team B’s mother figure. He is one of the, if not the nicest man in Starless - a true gentle giant.

Ran

Starless’s sharkboy who won’t hesitate to take a chunk out of you. Ran wanted to be an idol and showed up at Starless in hopes of having the “idol on stage” feeling. His personality is very divided, as in he has moments where he is sweet, playful, and adorable, but then he can flip a switch and turn violent and cold. Ran loves violence and has a connection to the yakuza-maybe his father is even part of the yazuka. He is a member of Team Sus but covers his suspicious side very well under his cute-playful personality. Oh, and his hobby is arson. On a lighter note, he has a Doberman named Sabu, who he thinks of as a younger brother.

Unei

Starless’s overworked intern - someone give him a raise. Unei is the soft and kindhearted intern who manages the restaurant’s profits, votes, paperwork, team organization, schedules, fixing costumes, and much, much more. He doesn’t get paid enough to handle all these things, and on top of that, Haseyama doesn’t treat him nicely. Some of the cast members also push him around, but some kind members listen to him and help him out when they can. Recently, Unei has been standing up to Haseyama, especially when the owner threatens to fire cast members or play with them behind their back. He also runs a blog, but we don’t know what the blog is about.

Haseyama

Starless’s creep of an owner. Haseyama owns the restaurant, doesn’t treat the cast members properly, and only cares only about money. At the beginning of the story, Haseyama tells Kei that he is going to sell MC - speaking of Kei, he is the only member in Starless Haseyama is scared of. Pretty much, all Haseyama does is order Unei around and not raise his pay, try to fire cast members, milk profits, and come up with ways to pit the members against each other. 

Iwami 

Owner of the previous Starless and a member of Team Sus who mysteriously disappeared one day. We don’t know much about Iwami - at this point, but we know that Kei suspects Iwami had something to do with MC’s fainting from the first borderline. Apparently, he is broke and jobless. Iwami said that he finished his job and is now back...that is a very suspicious thing to say - normal people would just say they quit their job or were fired. He’s also the oldest in the game but has maintained himself very well. 

Akito and Koharu Miki

The husband-wife duo that handled all the stories/direction/choreography at the old Starless owned by Iwami. One day, they suddenly went missing, along with Iwami, and the old Starless was closed down. We don’t know much about them, but some of the cast members have said Koharu was very scary, as in someone who you don’t want to mess with. 

[createandconstruct]

ive been thinking abt garnet's origins and wow isnt it so fucked up what rulers of alexandria did to her. like cutting off her horn is one thing but im just now realizing they literally discarded her biological's mom body and seemingly never told her about it like wow. what da fuck

Thank you for saying what I've never stopped thinking about. I will never be over the tragedy that is the erasure of Garnet’s life, her loved ones, and her quiet, nonconsensual assimilation into a culture that isn’t her own. The game slides over the horror of it all so easily. Garnet wasn’t simply taken in out of the kindness of Brahne and her husband’s hearts. She was taken as a replacement, stripped of her identity as Sarah and quite literally cut off from the summoners through physical modification. What else can you call this but torture? A little girl who just experienced the eradication of her people as she fled her homeland only to lose her mother shortly after, nearly dying herself from traveling across the world’s oceans to another continent - she has a limb cut from her body. 

It’s no wonder Garnet couldn’t recall anything from her early childhood, she was traumatized. She survives genocide, only to be assaulted, and then reeducated so that she would never question the blank period of time in her memory or the reason as to why eidolons resided inside her. Brahne and the king molded her into the daughter they wanted - the daughter they lost. And what of that daughter? The original Garnet we only hear about in passing through Doctor Tot recollecting? She’s practically erased. As if she was never even mourned.

The people know nothing of the princess dying. Steiner and Beatrix as well. Doctor Tot is the first to reveal it to us but nothing else is ever said about the Princess Garnet who passed away. If her death was concealed - Sarah slipping into her place so that it would be like her parents never lost their daughter - does she even have a grave? Is it marked? Is she remembered somewhere? Did Brahne or the King ever once think of her again? It seems so likely that they never did as even on her deathbed Brahne looks to Garnet, our Garnet, as her one and only daughter. “I hear my daughter’s voice,” she says, yet, who is that supposed to be?

I’d like to think that, after the game ends, Garnet makes it her mission to find anything that remains of the first princess. To find proof that the girl existed. To find the place where a young child was placed to a lonely rest. Garnet simply wishes to visit that dusty, unnamed grave, so that she can pay her respects. She’d be the very first. I imagine that when she does she leaves a collection of flowers and an apology, for the little girl that had been forgotten for so long. 

And perhaps while there, that place where the forgotten princess is buried… she’ll think of her mother’s resting place too.

You brought up the other piece of what makes Garnet’s origins so heartbreaking. Garnet didn’t simply lose her mother, she lost the memory of her too. Jane gave her life to protect her daughter only for another woman to take her in as her own, erasing the girl Jane had raised and loved. As a mother perhaps Jane would simply be thankful her child was safe - but perhaps she’d be heartbroken too, to know she was taken from her daughter’s heart.

After learning the truth the game doesn’t offer much more clues of Jane’s ultimate fate after death. We’re left to wonder if her body was sent back out to sea, sinking to the bottom along with that little boat that sailed them to Alexandria’s shores. It could be just as likely that the King had her buried in some small unmarked grave, far removed from the castle, in a place meant for the dead to be forgotten, maybe even in the same place where he discarded his first daughter. 

It’s only through a small piece of justice that Garnet never truly did forget her mother. And the game tells us that from the moment it starts. 

It’s almost easy to forget as you make your way through the story - that opening scene where a boat is thrown about in a storm, where we glimpse the face of a woman who looks so similar to the princess we’re introduced to as she startles awake. 

No matter how hard Brahne and the king tried to erase who Garnet was, who her mother was, so she would become the child they wanted - they couldn’t. 

Replaying the game and knowing the truth, it's all the more moving when Garnet sings that melody of Madain Sari. A tiny part of herself, a part she can’t even remember, sings the song of her people - her mother’s people - and uses it as a comfort through the years she’s been unknowingly alone.

Zidane: "What is that song, anyway?"

Dagger: "...I don't know. I can't even remember where I learned it. I sing it whenever I feel sad or lonely… For some reason, it comforts me and reminds me that I'm not alone."

There’s just so much left quietly unsaid. We never really know how much of Garnet’s childhood returns to her. Those sorts of memories are harder to recall to begin with - we can only wonder how much of her day to day life in Madain Sari will remain forgotten. Can she recall her father’s face? Her mother’s voice? The simple happy moments they spent as family? It’s simply tragic that when she’s finally able to ask herself such questions, that when she finally makes her way back home, there’s barely anything that remains of what she left behind… except for a small message carved into stone. A small bit of proof for Garnet of the life and loved ones she lost. That they existed. And that Sarah, the little girl from Madain Sari, did too.

I’d like to think that upon finding the humble grave of the first princess, Garnet would provide the same.