#rambling away; I'll log off

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[skeletondeerart]

Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 1

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1722

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

Another night approaches as multiple moons emerge from the waves. I adjust my mask, ensuring it's sealed to my cheeks, as I shuffle off my light shawl, leaving just my wetsuit and waterproof tablet. The morning winds nip at my exposed skin, and I make haste into the reef, gracefully submerging myself and diving down to the reef bed to escape the chill of the evening.

I was one of the last marine biologists left on Pandora after the fall of the Omatikaya's Hometree, yet by the grace of Eywa I was taken into her embrace and was allowed to live amongst the flora and fauna. I now reside on the coastline a couple hours from the Metkayina settlements; respecting the ocean-dwelling Navi immensely, I made sure to leave them alone and stay in my small corner of the ocean; content with just researching and documenting the underwater flora and fauna. Though I may seem isolated here on my lonesome I do make frequent calls to Norm and Max to update their data files, ordering human supplies or just for a chat yet sometimes I yearn for someone else to share my experiences with...

Weaving through bioluminescent kelp, flippers boost me through the currents I glide to a halt and unsheathe my switchblade to harvest some vegetation and check on the coral's health. Happy with the healthy flora and the harvest I document photos for my log and bask in the temperate waters. I smile at the stillness from the ocean bed, turning onto my back and gazing up through the water's surface, mesmerised by the reflection of light shimmering across the lapping waves from below.

Eventually, my lungs begin to burn yearning for oxygen, and I move to breach the surface, breaking the water tension my mask immediately intakes the Pandoran air and swiftly converts it to plain oxygen. As I catch my breath, I watch Ilu ride the waves and birds dive into the ocean to nab up small fish for their dinner. My stomach rumbles at the through and my mind drifts back to the edible vegetation in my pouch, I paddle back to shore and squeeze the water from my hair before I begin stoking a fire to roast my own dinner.

Time gets away from me as I continue to do tasks onshore like chopping wood and transferring files into the databank. My thoughts are disturbed by a shrill ring, Norm's contact blaring from my tablet. I quickly accept it as Norm appears on the screen; giving a curt wave before he started speaking.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you? Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I have a favour to ask." He rambles, arms gesturing awkwardly.

"Uh, nah I'm not doing much; how can I help ya Norm?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue weaving a new blanket, preparing for the cooler weather.

"Mo'at needs some specific medicinal herbs, but they can only be found in the deeper parts of the reef bed. Considering you're now quite an adept diver I thought to ask you first before connecting with the Metkayina traders."

"Oh yeah no problem, I'll duck out in a moment and get that heading your way no problem" I smile as I stand to pull my wetsuit back on from its drying rack.

Norm rubs his nape and bows his head in gratitude "I can't thank you enough (Y/n) just text me when you're done so I can send someone out there to collect the goods"

"Easy, I'll get back to you soon, but if you don't hear back by tomorrow afternoon assume I drowned" I laugh in jest.

I watch as Norm scrunches his face in horror "Don't make me come over there for a welfare check buddy, because I will! I swear it." Norm sighs exasperated by my words wagging his finger to the camera.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Normie; have some faith in me will ya." I giggle as I slip the thick fabric up my torso, Navi stripes adorn the fabric, mimicking the Metkayina's camouflage.

"How many times have I asked you to quit it with the 'Normie'…" Norm scolds but it holds no venom at all. "Look, you better update me straight away ok! I got to go; Max needs some help in the lab, see ya (Y/n)." He waves and disconnects as I wave goodbye myself.

I release a sigh as I take a final note of all the things I need and make sure my mask is free from damage as I set out. I walk out of the airlock to the edge of the mangroves and leap into the deeper portion, my vision is hindered by a myriad of bubbles for a moment before settling down, I begin the descent into the sandbank, I had no need for a flashlight due to the high concentration of bioluminescence, I glide through the waters and corals with ease and gradually letting some oxygen in through my air tank, I only used it for longer expeditions as I like to train my lung capacity.

I swim further from my base, lowering my altitude as I dive into a stunning deep cave. I spotted the herbs; it looked like sea moss; excellent in curing skin ailments when ground into a salve. I push faster through the currents and into the jagged coral formation that the moss grew on, not seeing the signature Metkayina markers for a protected area... I peeled it from its roots and placed it into a leather pouch, deeming it enough I turned to make my way back out, but I was stunned into silence as a massive shadow passed by the gaps in the coral.

It was an Akula…a massive shark-like beast who not even the Navi deem as a friend. My lungs constricted as I limited agitating the water around me. I waited with bated breath as the Akula swam circles around the exit, I peered timidly out as I no longer detect its presence. So, I make the decision to slowly rise to the entrance of the cave. I make the dash, but the Akula notices the disruption and flings itself in my direction, a terrified gargle escapes my throat as I weave hastily through the outcrops narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

In my adrenaline-fueled state, I didn't notice another join the fray. Until a muffled roar is heard from the Akula as it flees back deeper into the cave system. I burrow myself into the coral hiding from my painful death as I go to release more oxygen into my mask, my hands fumble with a pierced tube and my eyes widen in realisation.

My oxygen supply is drained and I'm so far from the surface.

My panic only spikes further as piercing blue eyes peer down at me cuddled up in the coral like a child.

It was a Metkayina patroller, he was mounted on an Ilu as he scowled in my direction, his rapid signing not going unnoticed.

I gingerly raise my hand and sign 'I mean no harm. I'm with the Omaticaya, gathering medicinal herbs for our injured, but can you help me to the surface I need to breathe…'

He shook his head frustrated but for a moment I could see the disbelief in his eyes at my fluency. 'You do not belong here tawtute, let alone in a protected area, go back to the forest.' But his eyes soften when he sees me start to go blue, my eyes pleading as I point to the surface. He sighs exasperated as he snatches my arm and hauls me into his chest atop his Ilu, jetting to the surface. My vision gets splotchy as we break the water, my mask luckily taking in the air again with no issue.

As I fill my strained lungs again, I'm abruptly shoved off the Ilu and dunk under momentarily pouting as I surface and gazing up at the Navi with a smug look on his face. He points his finger at me.

"Do not touch tawtute, it is a protected site and you're too close to the village" he states, shaking his head. "Go" He states his finned arm pointing back to shore.

"Sorry I didn't see the marker, I'll stay away, promise." I put up my pinky finger momentarily before realising he wouldn't know what it meant. He leans back, a hairless brow raising in suspicion.

"Silly tawtute…" He mutters under his breath before urging again "I'll accompany you home just to make sure that Akula leaves you be. I don't want your pitiful death on my conscience." He states "But you're swimming yourself…"

I laugh "Fine by me" I say before setting back on course. I paddle on the water's surface beside the Metkayina on his Ilu, swimming in silence for most of the way. I'm broken out of my thoughts as his words pierce the silence.

"What are those on your feet…" He questioned, with an ounce of curiosity evident in his tone. I gaze back for a moment checking for any foreign matter.

"Flippers. Helps me swim faster and easier, kind of how your feet and tail help you through the water." I say casually, lifting one from the water to flaunt it with a smile, his face scrunching up as water flicks him in the face.

"I see…" His words were cut short as my home was spotted over the water. Nestled into the mangroves and covered in my hand-woven cloths and netting.

"Well, here's my stop" I sigh as I pull myself up into the mangroves and onto the net platforming.

A curious hum leaves his throat as he gazes at my abode. "Looks somewhat like our villages… yet so tawtute." He mumbles scratching at his nape.

Honestly, over the past hour, I have grown fondness for this Navi. I can't help but blurt out "(Y/n)." His eyes shoot to me confused. "My name… it's uh (Y/n)" I state my cheeks flushing.

"(Y/n)…" He takes a moment letting my name digest "Rukan…" he replies before abruptly diving on his Ilu and swimming off in the direction of the village.

"Rukan…. What a nice name" I smile before heading inside to preserve the moss and notifying Norm of a successful expedition.

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[prettypinkporkchop]

Seth Clearwater x Fem Reader

Party Time

Prompt: You are Nessie's bestie. She invites you to a party the pack is having. Seth looks like the pic above. He is now 20.

"C'mon y/n! Chug it!" Embry encourages you. You are three shots of vodka in and one 4 loko. The dizziness is hitting you, but you feel so euphoric! Nessie never drinks anything which is okay with you. Jacob is drinking a coors. This is the first time you've met any of Jacob's friends. So far, you've spoken to Jared, Kim, and Embry. Embry and you are having a blast. There's a few more people here but you haven't gotten around to them.

"Okay, Embry, she's definitely had enough." You hear Jacob's voice behind you. You laugh and pat Embry's shoulder. "Jake, I've only just started." You retort. Embry cheers. Jake rolls his eyes and drags you away. You groan and follow him towards the bonfire. He sits you next to Renesmee. She smiles and puts a hand on your knee. "Y/n, chill here for a few minutes." She said softly. You nod your head and look around.

You lock eyes with a young man close to your age. The spinning stopped. You had a glimpse of sober. His eyes are burning through you. You've never felt this before. You needed him. He was beautiful.

He blinks and smiles to himself. You look over to Jacob who is smirking at him. "Who's that?" You ask. Jacob looks at you with wide eyes. "Oh, no ma'am. You are not meeting him like this." He shakes his head sternly at you. You don't listen and stand up, stumbling a bit. You walk over to him. He looks up at you like the pic 👆. He stands up and hovers over you. He is so tall and handsome. "Who are you, mister beauty?" You slur. The drunkeness is coming back to you. He chuckles and looks down at his feet. "I'm Seth. You?" He reaches his hand out. You are so out of it that you ignore his hand and stare into his eyes. He watches you carefully. "I'm y/n. And I am drunk. Also, I want you to know that I literally just experienced love at first sight." You ramble on while holding a finger up. He puts his lips in a thin line staring at you before looking over to Jacob. Jacob puts his hands up in defense. "All yours now, buddy." He laughs. You laugh too and he looks back at you. "I think I need to drink more. Where's Embry?" You look around. He lightly grabs your chin which sent electricity down your body. He pulls your face to his so you're looking at him. "Maybe I should take you home?" He asks with concern. "Oh? We're doing that?" You snort. He shakes his head and chuckles. "No, I mean you need sleep." You frown when he responds with that.

"Jake, I'm gonna take her home and make sure she is safe in bed." He lightly takes a hold of your arm pulling you to his truck. You grumble and he gets you seated and buckled up. He gets in the drivers sear and begins the drive. "Where do you live?" He questions. "Leave the rez. Go to Forks. I'll tell you turns and... stuff." You hiccup. You can barely keep your eyes open. But you manage to keep him going in the right direction.

Eventually, he pulls up to your house. He picks you up bridal style. He opens the door and sighs at the fact that your door is unlocked. He lays you on the couch and takes your shoes off. He puts a blanket over you. You just lay there not moving.

----4 p.m next day----

You recovered from your hangover after lunch. You remembered Seth. You needed to get to him asap. You phone Jacob, and he tells you to come over. You leave your house and go to Jacob's. Him and Seth are sitting outside on some logs.

"Hey." You look at Jake. He nods with a smile. Seth stands up and looks at you with a big ol smile. "Nice to see you recovered!" He beams. "I just really wanted to thank you for last night. And I need to apologize. I was so inappropriate and I was just acting crazy. I am so sorry." You keep your eyes on his. He leaves his smile on his face. "No, don't apologize. There's a lot to tell you. Would today be a good day?"

"Absolutely!"

He grabs your hand and leads you to the woods.

"Seth, why are you leading me here?" You get nervous. "I need to show you something." He rubs his thumb over your knuckles to calm your nerves, which does work. He sighs and steps back from you. He begins to remove his shirt.

"Woah there, partner?!" You yell and cover your eyes. He doesn't say anything but you hear zippers and rustling. "What the fuck are you doing?" You finally move your hands and see his body contort and in seconds, a wolf is standing in front of you.

Your heart beats fast. The wolf stands there just staring at you. You're at a loss for words. You're not screaming since you know it's just seth. But how?! He changes back and you quickly turn around as he gets dressed. "Y/n, I'm a shapeshifter. The legends about my tribe are true." He grabs your shoulders to turn you around. "You... won't hurt me?" You ask. "No, I never will. Nobody in my tribe will. We are the good guys. We protect the people here."

"Who do you protect us from?" You ask.

"Vampires."

You put your hand on your forehead, taking in this information. "There's more." He adds. He backs away from you. You stare, really hoping the dude doesn't turn into a tiger or some shit.

"There's this spiritual connection we have with one specific person. The universe chooses. It's called imprinting. We have to protect them, love them, and be there for them."

You gulp knowing that what you felt is this: imprinting. "When you were drunk, I saw you and me. We had a house. We got married. We even had a baby. We grew old together. It was everything I could ever want."

You hold your breath, thinking deeply. You step forward and move your hand to his cheek. You hold his face softly. He leans into your hand and holds your wrist. "I'm willing to do anything for you, y/n. You don't have to be with me if you don't want to. If you do, we go at your pace." He says softly. You knew how you felt.

"Take me on a date tonight." You smile. His fave brightens up. "Where do you want to go?" He asks. "Surprise me."

----months later. Maybe like 4 months haha---

You feel strong and warm arms wrap around you as you wash the dishes. You turn off the sink and turn to face him. He crashes his lips onto yours. You kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck. He has one hand on the bottom of your back and the other on the back of your head, tangled in your hair.

The kiss gets sloppy and heated. You walk forward, pushing him against the wall on the other side of the kitchen. He grunts, making you bite his lip. In a swift move, you are pinned against the wall. His lips attack your neck. You close your eyes and lean your head back.

REST IS UP TO YOU SORRY BABY PORK CHOPS!

[gaypirate420]

Could you do FtM reader who is a little bit of a hellion and Jasper has his hands full containing their hobby of setting things on fire?

While in the moment of throwing shit into the bonfire Jasper started at their request, could they talk about how Jasper is going to be right there when they get their top surgery?

I love writing reader as a little gremlin, an absolute menace, a little demon.

Pyromaniac//Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x Trans!Male!reader.

Fluff.

You were walking around the forest with Jasper, holding his hand while you jumped around and wander around the nature. Throwing some rocks at the trees and admiring how the birds flied off the branches.

"Jaspy." You looked at him.

"Yes, darlin' boy?" His golden eyes met your gaze and saw your mischievous smile, the vampire smirked, already figured out your next couple of words.

So here you are now, after walking a couple of minutes you found the perfect place for a nice bonfire that will keep you warm and entertained.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" You jumped excited as you saw Jasper getting logs gathered around on a pile.

In forks is always rainy, random logs and sticks are wet and don't light up like you want. Which is a great thing for Jasper because you don't get to burn the first piece of wood you encounter..

Jasper formed a nice looking pile of the most dry logs he could find, he reached onto his pocket for a lighter.

"I got it!" You spoke and hold the lighter on you hand with a huge smile on your face, Jasper's cold hand remove it from yours.

"You're not supposed to have these, pretty boy." He spoke softly and with such a gentle but authoritative tone that never failed to make you listen to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I suppose I can't have this either?" You took a small bottle of lighter fluid from the pocket of your hoodie.

"No, darlin'." He sighed and took the bottle from your hand, he leaves a quick kiss on your lips before pulling away and bend over to light up the fire.

You smirked and whistle at him, making him stand up rapidly and feel flustered. He mocked being offended and leaned back down to the log pile.

"That wasn't very gentlemanly, mister." He narrowed his eyes and you laughed.

"Never said I was one." You spoke between chuckles.

The fire quickly spread through the logs, the crackling sound and the warmth hit his face. You sat down next to him, not too close to the fire that sometimes you forget it can hurt you. It just looks so pretty to you, so comforting. You chuckled, the fire reminded of your texan vampire boyfriend in a way.

Jasper looked at your eyes, the small smile on your lips. You looked amazed, mesmerized by the wood catching fire.

You began to throw small sticks to the bonfire, smiling as you saw them get consumed by the flames. Resting your head on his shoulder, you were deep in though and the vampire could tell.

"Is there something wrong, sugar?" He spoked softly, his hand holding yours.

"I'm just thinking stuff, Jazz." You whispered and nuzzle closer to him, he wrapped his arms around you and hold you close.

"Um, can I ask you something, handsome?" You looked back at him, Jasper meet your gaze and nodded.

"Well, you know— I'm getting my top surgery soon and um—" You mumbled, getting nervous about asking him something like this.

"Mhm? What's with that, darlin'." His voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Well, I just want to know if— you'll be there to take care of me, um, I don't really have anyone but you and, I just want to have you with me, I'm actually really scared and—"

Your nervous rambling was cut off by a kiss on your lips.

"I'll be there. Don't worry, darlin'. Everything will be alright, and I'll be right by your side to hold your hand." He whisper and caress your cheek before leaving another kiss on your lips.

"Ma' beautiful, handsome sweetheart. He's all mine and I ain't letting him down." He kissed down your jaw and neck, making you feel all tingly.

"Oh how romantic, cowboy." You teased, Jasper chuckled and hold you close.

Your eyes returned to the fire, making you feel all warm and safe even if you're so close to such a dangerous thing.

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A/N: hey! Hope ya like this! Requests are still open!

[whatdudtheysay]

One night stands

(PT.2)

(Satoru Gojo x f!Reader)

Context - Gojo can't resist you. Not after he's already had a taste. So when he sees you entering campus pretty late, he doesn't hold back

Requested by @yaesstuff ❤︎ (not proofread)

Part 1

CW - Unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, sloppy makeout

Gojo was watching you like a hawk all week. You really were confusing him. I mean. He literally fucked your brains out last week and you were acting like it never happened. Of course sukuna teased the fuck out of him too when getou snitched.

"Pft, couldn't make her cum, huh? Don't worry, satoru. Not all guys can make girls feel good." Sukuna hummed, focused on the videogame that he and Getou were playing.

"Shut the fuck up sukuna." Gojo spat, checking his phone and going through his many messages on Instagram.

Sukuna just rolled his eyes. "What? Bet I could make her squirt within fifteen minutes."

Gojo suddenly got up, catching the attention of the two boys.

"I'm going out to get more drinks."

"But we just bought-"

Gojo cut getou off by leaving the dorm, ruffling a hand through his hair as he made his way to the exit, the cold air prickling his skin. Obviously Gojo had no plan of getting more drinks, he just wanted to be away from sukuna. The way he talked about you made him feel.... Weird.

Gojo went into auto pilot, walking around campus whilst lighting up a cigarette, blowing puffs of air into the nights sky. He was going to continue doing laps around campus but then he spotted you, stopping dead in his tracks while he stared, watching as you ended the phone call you were on and adjusted your bag on your shoulder before pushing the doors open to the business department. Gojo contemplated what you'd be doing back here so late but figured you'd forgotten something.

Without thinking, his legs started making his way towards the entrance, entering after you and walking down the hall, peering into the few open rooms to no avail. He would've been oblivious but he then heard the sound of papers falling and your voice.

"Fuck," you cursed. Gojo walked further down the hall and peered into a door on his left, showing you in an empty I.T classroom, hovering over your computer whilst aggressively typing, your bag on the floor beside you.

Gojo walked in silently, stopping once he was behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"You look frustrated." Gojo commented.

"Geez! Gojo-"

"Satoru. I think we're past formalities." Gojo corrected, grabbing a nearby office chair to sit on.

You lightly rolled your eyes before sitting down yourself, continuing your work.

"Did you follow me?" You accused.

Gojo put on a fake look of disbelief. "Me? I'd never."

You hummed softly, returning to what you were doing, Gojo peering over your shoulder.

"D'yu mind?" You asked, continuing to type up work.

"Not at all. Also you made a few errors."

You turned to face him, annoyance on your features. "What?"

Gojo pointed at the computer.

"The company you're working on didn't profit from those sales. They made too many products and not enough sales."

You looked like you were on the verge of tears, your head slamming against the keyboard, a groan leaving you which almost made Gojo chuckle.

"I need to get this coursework done! I'll have to retake the class if I don't..." You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face before focusing on the computer once more.

Gojo hummed thoughtfully.

"I'll help you. Besides. Finished mine few days ago."

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face. "Really? Ok thanks! Now help?" You rambled, moving the monitor closer to him.

You half expected Gojo to act smug about it but instead he actually helped you, telling you what to add and where you need to make changes, helping you complete a large portion of your project in the hour you were both there.

"Sheesh, 'm exhausted." You sighed, logging out of your account before grabbing your bag.

Gojo hummed in agreement before looking at the time.

1:00am.

He looked towards the open door and then at you, looking inside your bag to make sure you had everything. Gojo casually walked over to the door to close it before returning to you, making you look up at him.

He didn't give you a chance to question him this time, instead cornering you against him and the table, his hands running up your sides before he brought you into a warm kiss. You instinctively bit down on his lip, Gojo cursing as he retreated slightly, his tongue lightly slipping out to glide over his bottom lip.

"The hell was that for?" You asked, trying to ignore the warmth moving to your cheeks, instead looking at the blood on Gojo's lip.

Gojo didn't answer at first, instead staring at you silently.

You raised a brow and he finally sighed. "Isn't it obvious, pretty girl?"

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms. "Seriously satoru?"

Gojo didn't answer, instead caging you between him and the table again, his mouth instead moving to your neck, making you gasp, your hands reluctantly moving up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck.

"Wait, satoru-" you tried to pry him off but he didn't show any signs of letting up on the attack he had on your neck. "someone might come in-"

Gojo just hummed, biting down into your flesh, a whimper leaving your lips. Gojo eventually began to trail down, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your bra which he easily unhooked, slipping off the straps and letting the restricting material fall to the floor.

"Satoru-"

"Shh," Gojo hushed, looking up at you momentarily, "If you wanna stop just tell me, Kay?"

You nodded your head lightly, letting him continue. Gojo wasted no time, sucking and biting on one of your breasts whilst his free hand massaged your other mound, making sure to give them both equal attention whilst switching between them, leaving you gasping and whimpering. By the time he continued to trail lower, he'd gotten to your skirt, pulling it down along with your panties without any trouble.

You let out a frustrated whimper, making gojo look up.

"This is embarrassing, 'toru.." you mumbled, your hands moving up to cover your breasts.

Gojo realised you'd called him that nickname, a smirk stretching across his lips.

"Don't worry baby. I'll make you feel so good,"

You already knew that was a fact, so you stayed silent, letting him lick a stripe up your mound before kissing your clit lightly, chuckling to himself when you shuddered.

Gojo then let his tongue venture through your folds, lubricating you with his saliva and a mix of your slick.

"Wait- feels so good," you sighed, a hand moving to venture through Gojo's hair.

Gojo just hummed against you, continuing to make out with your pussy, enjoying the sudden jolts you did when his tongue prodded at your aching clit. Gojo then moved his hand up, letting his index finger slide through your folds, collecting your juices before moving to your entrance, pushing it into you, a broken whine leaving your lips, your hands tightening on his hair.

Gojo continued working you open, letting his middle finger slide in before he curled them, a loud moan coming from you, causing you to slap a hand around your mouth, your brows knitting together as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

"Satoru, I'm close-" you whimpered, your legs starting to shake as Satoru continued to lap at your clit, his fingers scissoring in and out of you at an almost rapid pace."please-"

"Please what?" He asked, moving away from your clit, allowing you to see how much your juices had soiled his face, your arousal dripping down his chin. The whole scene was too hot for you.

"I'm gonna-" you cried, not getting the chance to finish your sentence before you let out a loud whine, your eyes clamping shut as you came around his fingers. Once you rode out your high, you slowly opened your eyes, shocked at how soiled Gojo's shirt was now.

"Fuck- baby." Gojo commented. "Thought you were just a creamer."

Your eyes widened in realisation, your face warming even more.

"Well," you panted lightly. "You made me feel... Really good-"

Gojo couldn't hardly handle it anymore, rising to his full height to capture you in a rushed kiss, this time you allowed it, letting his tongue glide with yours, the taste of your arousal tickling your taste buds.

"Fuck, y/n. Can't wait anymore." Gojo groaned, grabbing your hand to lead it towards the bulge in his pants. "Think you can take me?"

You bit your lip, looking down at the print before meeting his eyes, nodding slightly, earning yourself a grin from Gojo.

"Alright. Bend over pretty thing."

You did as he said, bending over the table you were both previously working over, hands locking with each other as you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

Gojo rubbed your rear, his tip pushing against your entrance lightly, making you let out a shaky sigh. He suddenly snapped his hips into you, making you yelp in surprise, hands holding the table as he quickly rammed into you.

"Fu-Fuck, forgot how amazing this pussy felt-" Gojo lightly whined, groping your ass tightly.

"Don't- fuck, don't bullshit me," you groaned, trying your best to speak properly with the way he was pounding into you against the desk.

Gojo leaned over you, a hand moving toy with your clit.

"Don't believe me pretty thing?" Gojo whispered, his movements slowing down, making you bite your lip out of frustration.

You shook your head resulting in Gojo humming before he picked up his pace, making you moan aloud once more, your hand moving over your mouth as a last resort to keeping your lewd actions hidden.

"toru-" you cried, feeling your orgasm creep closer.

"Gonna squirt on my cock this time?" He questioned, hands rubbing your clit harder, making your eyes gloss over.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, feeling yourself about to tip over.

Sadly, Gojo stopped his movements, making you look back at him, a frown on your face. He pulled out of you, large hands manhandling you so you were on your back, his hands securing you in place.

Gojo couldn't help but smirk at the frown and glare you gave him. Almost identical to the one where he had you under him in his car.

"Don't worry, pretty girl.." Gojo chuckled, taking in the sight of you. "I'll let you cum..."

He slid back into you, both of your mouths falling open at the feeling. Your toes curled at the feeling of Gojo's dick splitting you open, your legs instinctively moving to wrap around his waist.

"Satoru, feels so good-!" You whimpered, hands moving to tug at your jolting breasts as you looked up at him. Pure lust behind your eyes.

And Gojo loved every second.

"Shit, you're such a good girl. I'm the only guy that's ever fucked you this good, huh?"

You nodded frantically.

"Only you Satoru -"

He's heard that countless times from different side chicks or fuck buddies but from your mouth, It sounded even better to his ears. Gojo rutted into you harder, enjoying your eyes rolling back and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, hands moving from your chest to rake at his chest.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-" you moaned, your legs locking tighter around Gojo's waist.

"Fuck, princess, easy," Gojo cooed, even though your reactions only fueled his ego further.

You couldn't handle his harsh thrusts anymore, the coil in your stomach snapping, resulting in your mouth hanging open, drool lightly spilling from a corner as you squirted around his cock, Gojo's hips still ruthlessly ramming into your poor cunt, your orgasm making a huge mess on both you and the table.

"Fuck, that was so fucking hot," Gojo moaned, his hips reaching deeper into you, the overstimulation making you arch your back.

"Too muchh, 'toru," you mewled.

"Shit, gonna cum, just give me a minute."

You bit your tongue, letting Gojo use you as he pleased only turned you on further, the overstimulation finally settling, the discomfort slowly being replaced by pleasure.

Gojo on the other hand was on the edge of losing himself. He could tell by your moans getting louder that you were getting closer to another orgasm with the way you were sucking him so hard.

It felt like he was the one about to tap out. Your moans, your pussy giving him a death grip anytime he tried pulling out and the amazing warmth of your walls. He hadn't even cum yet but he felt like he was being overstimulated.

"Shit, satoru, I'm gonna-" you whined.

"Me too, princess." Gojo moaned, his thrusts becoming so rough to the point where you were scared the computers would fall off the table.

Your eyes quickly shut as you came around Gojo once more, a loud moan coming from both of you as your orgasm made yet another wet mess on the both of you, Gojo's hips lightly stuttering before he spilled his cum deep into you.

Both of you shivered as Gojo slowly pulled out, his dick covered in his cum. Gojo sighed deeply, watching as you slumped off the table and down to your knees, catching him off guard when you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before you sucked against the underside, only stopping when you'd fully cleaned all of the aftermath off.

"You can consider that a 'thank you' for the help." You smirked, grabbing your clothes from the floor.

Gojo just hummed, still in the euphoric buzz of pleasure.

"Well..." He began, his breath uneven as he redressed himself. "If you want anymore help on coursework, you know I'm here."

You nodded thoughtfully as you pulled up your panties and skirt.

"Is that your respectful way of saying you wanna fuck again Satoru?"

He shrugged, his smirk returning.

"Well. We could always continue this at your dorm.."

[homecomingvn]

Hey everyone! It's, uh, it's certainly been a minute.

If my brief return a few months ago and then radio silence yet again is any indicator, I'm sure most of y'all probably know where this is going.

HOMECOMING, as of now (and for the indefinite future) is going to be on hiatus, and maybe discontinued.

This project initially started out as a silly idea, a culmination of my love for the yandere vn community and the wonderful games it has created, and my original plot and cast of characters. In the beginning, I was trucking along, working on scripts, planning out routes, spending hours of research on coding and how to get this thing up and running. Not to mention, the attention my silly lil project garnered was a lot. At least to me. I've had a semi popular writing blog before, and was no stranger to inbox asks, and how they pile up, or the notes that popular posts can get.

I was far too ambitious in all honesty, and once the glitz and glamor of a new project wore off, I hit a massive wall. Hard. It seemed that to actually work on HOCO was much like pulling teeth - whether it was writing, drawing, or even *thinking* about it, I found myself sinking further and further into a imposter syndrome of sorts.

And well, I guess making this announcement is sort of proving it right.

Even so, I've always known when to take a step back, when to settle down -- and now, I'm just making it official. I owe you all at least that much.

The blog will be staying up - I have no plans to delete it in the slightest. I'll just log out of it most likely - I'll still be around on my personal tumblr, where I'll hopefully start being more active there again.

Nothing could have prepared me for just how much care, how much love you guys have shown HOCO - so much so, it's still hard to believe. All the fanart, the fanfic, the memes - they're all saved to my phone, in their own album. Thank you to all who have made amazing creations for my silly characters, as well as the countless asks y'all have sent - maybe one day I'll be able to answer all of them.

I really hope one day I can return to this project with fresh eyes -- I'm hoping real, substantial time away from it will help that process. There are other, personal projects that I've been doing that have helped that creative spark again, as well as indulging in traditional fandom activities, mostly fanart. Unfortunately, I think it's safe to say that my time in the Yan VN community is over for the time being, at least until/if I start working on HOCO again. (Or whenever I play the latest updates of 14DWY - I am the Leon Fan Club President after all ^^).

I've been rambling too long, and I think it's time to close this chapter for now. Thank you all again - and one last Henry for the road. They were there since the beginning of HOCO in 2019, so it feels right for them to be here at the end.

[autumnvine]

Autumn Nights

Summary: Cosy diner, torrential rain and a loving boyfriend who's always there to take care of you.

Autumn was alsways your favourite season, wathcing as the leaves changed from the crisp green to a beautiful autumn glow. Sitting by the window in the smal but cosy run down diner, warm tea acompanying the book in hand. It felt surreal, as if the world around you was non existant just focusing your attention to the words on each page, picturing it unfold in your mind. The feeling of almost being teleported through time and space to a far off venture, where cottages and villages were all the age, no ipods, or mobile devices, log fires to cook your freshly caught dinner. Imagining a simpler time where noone ordered in for dinner or shoved a frozen pizza found in the back of the freezer that had long been forgoton about in the oven, where everything had its place, all homemade, no next day deliveries of the mass produced crap that noone needed and bought anyway.

A time where you didn't have to live for work, compleating endless tasks to the deadline, working the overtime to cover a shift, life was just simpler then.  Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, page by page you read, not once looking up to your surroundings, not watching the people leave from behind you, completely forgetting the concept of time, you read. Your tea once fresh now an empty cold cup on the mat infront of you, not noticing when it had been taken away.

Daydreaming of the endless possibilities that unfolded through each turn, not noticing the diner was completely empty, the capachino machiene turned off for cleaning or the lights above the other tables turned off.

"Forgive me" a soft spoken gently older lady said stood beside you. Looking up in almost a trance

"It's seven fifteen we close at seven, I didn't want to disturb you, you seamed so happy, but you really need to go now"

Apologizing you quickly gathered your belongings, fumbling with your book, keys, phone and handbag you ran out the door, you'd forgotten all about the time and didn't once check your phone, three messages and a missed call, cursing yourself for having the device on silent,

6.10 "I'm just about to finish work, see you soon I love you"

6.30  "Just finished, I miss you be home soon"

6.45 missed call

7    "Y/n are you okay? Call me I love you"

You knew your boyfriend was suppost to be finishing work around ten, giving you plenty of time to be home with your dinner ready, he wasn't bothered if dinner was ready and certanly never got mad if it wasn't, but it was just your way of taking care of your love after a long, difficult, stressful day at work. Calling him as you waited for the bus he answered almost instantly

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see my phone I got caught up reading at the diner and-" rambling on, Tom cut you off mid sentence

"Darling it's alright, don't worry, you need not explain yourself especially to me. I was just concerned as i hand't heard from you, please do not rush home, enjoy your reading, I'm glad your having a nice time." Tom was always to kind to you, taking care and supporting you.

"I am just coming, I'm just waiting on the bus and I'll be home shortly"

"You didn't leave on my account did you?" Tom asked

"No, no, no I had to I lost track of time and thre diner closed I had to leave and I was late, the lady asked me to go, I'm sorry."

"Darling I'll come pick you up it's pouring with rain and getting dark where are you?" Trying to protest about getting picked up you didn't want him comming in the rain to get you, explainig the bus is only fifteen minutes away from where you are.

"Darling I'm coming this isn't up for discussion, you must be frozen standing there, fifteen minuites is a while away from you, if it even comes on time, plus the drive home, please Y/n where are you?"

"Thank you, I really am sorry, I'm on the corner of sixth street by Java Journey cafe and bookstore"

He insisted you stay on the phone to him as he drove, the rain getting heavier, your hair clung to your face, standing shivering waiting for your boyfriend to come save you. not long after you clocked the grey BMW driving towards you, slowing down and pulling in for you.

His hair and coat soaked from running to the car, his jeans a slightly darker blue "I'm sorry, thank you for picking me up, I'm sorry your soaked Tom you should have stayed dry and warm at home"

"I'm alright, it is you who apprears to be soaked right through." resting his hand on yours holding onto the gear stick "Darling you are frozen, I'll draw you a bath as soon as were home, your going to get sick. Try take your coat off and your jumper if it's wet." Sitting in your t-shirt, knuckles a faint tinge of blue, rolling into the car park was a sight most welcomed, you just wanted to be warm and dry, safe in your home. Opening your door

"Wait, close the door please stay here for a moment" Tom asked before leaving the car first, he opened the boot and took something, opening your door, handing you a dry jumper, "put this on" he took of his coat and tried to sheild you with it from the rain as you got out the car wearing your favourite jumper, well... his jumper. Thanking him you ran the flight of stairs to your front door and down the path together.

Opening the front door he let you in first, immediately feeling the rush of heat and a delightful smell like no other.

Tom helped you hang your handbang, and coat, placing your trainers under the heater, he stood there smiling at you as you carried your book to the coffee table with your phone, noticing each drip of water run from your hair to the floor, holding the blanket from the back of the sofa wrapping it around you, his arms holding you close to him. "Leave that for now, come, we need to warm you."

"This is nice, right  here, right now, this works"

"Get your wet little butt upstairs I'll be up shortly." kissing your forhead you went up, taking off yor trousers that had nearly stuck to you.

Moments later you could hear little feet running around, up and down the stairs, back and forth to what sounded like the kitchen, "Y/n may I come in?" he asked gently knocking on the bedroom door,

"Come with me" the same blanket covering you, walking into the bathroom to find a bubble bath with candles, tea, your body scrub and moisturizer, some hair and face masks laid out on the toilet lid, of course your book on the bath board "Tom this is amazing, thank you, I don't deserve this, you didn't have to do this for me."

"You deserve the world my love, there's dinner ready for you down in the kitchen I made some potato and leek soup. Once your ready for it give me a shout and I'll bring it to you.Relax and take some time for yourself let me take care of you. Now climb in the bath your freezing." Kissing him and thanking him again Tom closed the door behind him.

It must have been well over an hour topping up the warm water, relaxing with your book, your body clean and finally warm, knuckles a soft shade of pink a much better upgrade from before. Tom had left you to relax for as long as you wanted, he too sat reading one of his many books from his collction. You could feel the happiness almost erupting from within you, thinking of how Tom doted on you, he really adores you, how good to you he is and how lovely a couple you make. Setting your book on the bathroom floor, layinng your back against the edge of the tub enjoying the feeling of the warm water gently washing over you, your eyes growing more tired, becoming harder to keep them open, just one second wouldn't hurt if you closed them, just to rest for a short moment. Nearing on two hours of being in the bath Tom came up to check on you, gently knocking and softly calling your name before entering, looking around the room, your tea empty, book on the floor body scrub not where he had left it before noticing you laying in the bath a gentle smile on your lips, head against the small pink bath pillow listening to the delicate sounds of your breathing. Placing his arms under your legs and your back lifting you out the water, the cold air made you shiver a little in his arms "Tom" you mumbled half asleep

"Shh I've got you, it's alright, I've got you." whispering gently kissing your forhead. Carrying you through to the bedroom

placing you on the bed, drying you off a little with a fresh towel, exhaustion was taking over you completely you barely flinched as he helped you put on one of his shirts, draping the duvet and cosy blanket over you, kissing your forhead, "Goodnight my love, sleep well"

"Tom, sleep with me?" barely whispering back

"Of course" climbing into bed beside you once again taking you in his arms whispering "I've got you" as he felt you shifting toward his chest getting comfy. "Sweet dreams"

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

-

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

-

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

-

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

-

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

-

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

-

[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

[blaiddfailcam]

Observations on stone astrolabes

I briefly mentioned in my ramblings about the two moons of the Lands Between that the stone astrolabes—the half-bowl dials where we typically collect starlight shards—tend to point subtly toward or away from narratively relevant characters, items, or locations. I figured I would check as many as I could, whether these syzygies were deliberate or not.

In Elden Ring's cosmology, astrology is a school of learning that is regarded as archaic and as anathema to the Golden Order. Pioneered by ancient inhabitants of the northern mountains, the Astrologers divined fate from the stars, until its fettering by Radagon upon his marriage to Rennala, Queen of Caria.

Even so, the stone astrolabes dotting the landscape may be thought of as relics of the long lost Astrologers. Realistically, an astrolabe would be used to map the celestial bodies, but in Elden Ring, they appear to relate to the map itself (usually).

I've started to log said alignments (deliberate or not) by physically heading over to each astrolabe, facing either toward or away from them, then placing a beacon on any points along my path that seem connected by the narrative. In many cases, the beacons as they appear on the compass at the top of the screen will merge into one, indicating that they fall on a straight path. (This can be tricky to do as there's no way to reliably trace a line on the map using a controller, so sometimes my beacons may be off by a slight margin.)

Examples of alignments found thus far

Greyoll's Dragonbarrow – Outside Bestial Sanctum. Points toward Maliketh, the Black Blade. Points away from Summonwater Village (where a Deathroot is collected by defeating a Tibia Mariner).

Mount Gelmir – Near the Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast. Points to Black Knife Catacombs; Ranni's discarded flesh atop Divine Tower of Liurnia.

Moonlight Altar – Cathedral of Manus Celes north transept. Points toward Rennala (or perhaps the Dark Moon Ring?); Royal Moongazing Grounds; the north moon. Points away from Ranni's Two Fingers.

Liurnia of the Lakes – Cliffs east of Gate Town Bridge. Points toward Lakeside Crystal Cave (which leads to Latenna). Points away from Ordina, Liturgical Town.

Flame Peak – Northern cliffs. Points toward First Church of Marika. Points away from Stormveil Castle's throne room. (This one requires a bit of explanation: First Church of Marika is where Melina shares Marika's spoken echoes in which she commands Godfrey to brandish the Elden Ring and put the giants to the sword. Stormveil Castle is of course Godfrey's former base, inherited by his lineage.)

Redmane Castle – Beyond Redmane Castle Plaza. Points toward a shipwreck off the coast of Wailing Dunes. Points away from Morne Tunnel (where the Rusted Anchor is found.) I just find this one funny.

Greyoll's Dragonbarrow – Near Church of Plague. Points away from Valkyrie's Prosthesis.

My reaction to this information

Perhaps I'm just reading into this too deeply and seeing what I want to see, but something tells me the developers were exceedingly keen to the consistency of worldbuilding and how the player may interact with it.

However... these aren't the only types of map alignments. Some are even more subtle, but I don't think I ever would have noticed them hadn't I picked up on why the astrolabes were placed in such peculiar locations. But I'll get to those later.

Feel free to hit me up with any other astrolabe alignments you might find! At some point, I'd like to compile them into a map, if I can.

[biolizardboils]

Sorry to do this so suddenly, but I'm putting all my blogs on hold until further notice. I might log in to like or private-reblog some posts for reference, but that'll be it.

The short reason is that I wanna work on myself. Mostly personally, but with a side of visual art skills.

The long version is under the cut. Content Warnings: current geopolitical events, mental health.

So I'm writing this part for two reasons: so I can send it to friends and others when they ask what I'm doing; and to remind myself why I'm doing it, in case I'm compelled to come back too early. This is gonna be a ramble; I'm writing this after midnight, cus I'll forget or lose the nerve in the morning.

You likely already know what this is about from the emoji tag. You'll also notice that I won't mention any proper names in this post. That's one of the issues I'm stepping away to work on.

I've been quiet about it ever since it started, for a few reasons. Unfamiliarity with the history behind it, fear of spreading misinfo or propaganda, doomscrolling tendencies. For months, I've done the daily click and left it at that.

(Speaking of, last month I found out that the site doesn't track cookies or whatever its called? TL;DR: you can click as many times as devices you have. That's 3 for me.)

But anyway, this week it stopped feeling like enough. From this post's date and what I usually post about, you can probably guess what broke the camel's back.

And... I feel guilty that this is what broke it. And I feel guilty that I feel guilty. It's not my struggle; I'm a bystander. But I chose to be, and I can't tell how much of it was for my own mental health, and how much was denial, selfishness, misplaced optimism.

I want to believe people aren't so cartoonishly cruel. I want to believe people do their research before acting on or speaking about these things. I want to believe people can treat these things with the delicate nuance they deserve. I want to believe that one side destroying innocents on the other is inexcusable, no matter the historical context, and that the rest of the world's powers will act to stop it.

I'm scared of how much I still want to believe it, despite reality. I'm scared of how long it took me to feel the appropriate horror. I've had intrusive thoughts and pits in my stomach all week, and it's compounded by the guilt that I'm only having them now.

I still want to believe some things were misguided, or made before the situation, or will be fixed later. And I can't tell anymore what's a coping mechanism, and what's just a selfish hope that it'll all be fine.

So... I'm gonna get better coping mechanisms.

I'm looking for therapists. Not just for this, but some other things that happened to stack up this week. It doesn't take much to throw off my daily functioning, and I've been holding off addressing that. Again, it's horrible that it took something like this to make me realize that.

To fill up the spare time, I'm gonna put more work into my art skills. I can finally afford better tools, so it's time I practice more professional techniques.

So, yeah. I'm leaving because I feel I can't address things like an adult, and I hope to learn how before I come back.

Thanks for reading, and goodbye for now.

[galactic-drops]

*kicks your door down holding Jack-o-Moon in my arms*

ITS TIME TO FERALLY THEORIZE.

So first off I'm not very good at the classic Fnaf theorizing, this will be a first for me lol. So I'm probably missing a bunch of information but this is just a theory for funsies anyway.

Alright so first off this video here gives a pretty good look at their model. So I'll mostly just being using that and what I've seen playing the game.

So it's made very clear the model is completely identical to Sun and Moons and his mannerisms are identical to Moons, between voice lines and movements.

That being said I think that he is or was to some degree Moon. Not the moon we know of course, he's still with Sun.

It's definitely Moon's body since you can see the blue where the orange paint is chipping off. (This could be because the paint could be blocking any light sensors so he is just permanently stuck in moon mode.)

He also acts slightly differently from Moon on the carousel ride, where Moon attacks right after he reaches the third row, Jack-o-Moon hangs out in the middle for a moment just observing before his jumpscare.

And when you shine the bright light on him on Foxy's ride, he is distressed and flies away. I could be wrong here but it didn't seem like it even started to cause and shifts to a Sun form (circle back to light sensors being painted over) just distressed bight the evil overhead light.

So theory time.

1. Jack-o-Moon is another version of Moon, stored away as a seasonal animatronic, and was a backup of Moon (and maybe Sun) from their theater days. There is no indication they know anything about childcare, but they certainly put on their own little performance on the set of Foxy's log ride.

2. I'm wrong in thinking Moon is still with Sun and somehow they managed to get him his own body from an abandoned Halloween version of them. Probably very unlikely but I'll leave it as a possibility.

3. Fazbear started to make separate bodies for Sun and Moon when the virus, but to test it out they copied Moon's code over to the new body. When he still showed slight signs of the virus they just threw some paint on them added some fancy LEDs changed their outfit and marketed him as a scary Halloween version they could store away from the public while still using once a year so they didn't throw away money on something that didn't work. (This would also explain why they seem more curious on the carousel compared to Moon. They don't get to see people as much.)

So yeah. Just some brain rot I figured I'd ramble on about. Cus I'm totally normal about Jack-o-Moon.

[808err0r]

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heyo! i'm bobbi, crash landing here with my work in progress muse eight ! ( who's yongpal? he doesn't know ). i'm still working out a bunch as you can tell, but i wanted to get up a quick intro to get plots going! i have discord if you'd prefer to plot there but im's work for me too! i'll be slowly updating his pages over the next couple days, but i'm happy to brainstorm and give any info you need ( including his most embarrassing secrets and that one story from the orbit christmas party back in - ) anywho -- please enjoy this ramble!

001. GENERAL-USER-INFORMATION:

# - NAM YONGPAL ( prefers to go by his nickname EIGHT ). your current avatar is registered as PARK JIHOON. you have been logged in for 25 years since 08 AUGUST 2998. your highest ranking stats are ANALYTICAL and STANDOFFISH. please select your playlist from BLANK STARES or CRUSHED ENERGY DRINK CANS SCATTERED ACROSS THE BEDROOM FLOOR for today. last saved activity: working as a GAME DEVELOPER AT ORBIT GAMING. resume your ongoing game for GLITCHED OUT as VOID?

002. SOURCE-CODE:

# - raised an only child by his meditation instructor mother and community garden leader father, and considers them both to have some seriously flawed programming. # - despite their best efforts, eight was never too interested in the family business of life-coaching/candle-making/yoga-retreating/whatever flavor of the month it was, and retreated more and more into himself. # - he found solace away from his parents and their various wellness endeavors in vr rooms, preferring to spend almost all of his time outside of studying playing games and watching the majors. # - though he never felt good enough to go pro, he found himself drawn to development side of things, and thus his dream of working at orbit gaming was born. # - he's worked his way up to a developer role once he'd finished uni but things have been relatively lukewarm since. his initial ideas were shot down, he's barely made any waves on his team, and for the past 6-ish months he's been dealing with a severe case of creative block. # - on the bright side, his team seems too preoccupied with whatever that broadcast was to really discuss his performance...

003. ADDITIONAL-USER-STATS:

# - can be very hot-headed ( although outbursts are very rare ), can be seen taking a few cleansing deep breaths and counting to 10 on most days. # - very soft-spoken ( he's working on it ), there are a number of people around orbit who probably have no idea what eight's voice sounds like. # - fueled by caffeine and his tailored comfort playlists. you'll never catch him without his headphones or an energy drink in hand. # - prefers the late hours of night ( less opportunity for social interaction ), and would live nocturnally if he could. # - has a somewhat photographic memory and incredible recall. can remember even the smallest details from various locations he's seen, easily remembers license plate numbers, and never forgets his shopping list even if he's left the note at home. # - often plagued by nightmares of being in what he considers liminal spaces the likes of which he can't escape... but those are just random dreams that don't mean anything. right... right? # - though he keeps his opinions to himself, he feels very strongly that there is something very off about terra.

003. WANTED-CONTRIBUTERS:

*I'm big on brainstorming to get my plots going, but here's a few ideas to kick us off that i'll probably add to later!

# - eight is rather reserved in his every day life, but finds his voice on various online forums. the two could be bonding over their music tastes, debating film rankings, or discussing conspiracy theories on the forum which shall not be named and eight has no idea what you're talking about. # - you live next door to eight and occasionally are disturbed by the BOOMING VOICE ( he's still getting used to that mod - ) yelling at the panel over some minor inconvenience in the middle of the night. # - vr room buddies that he meets up with regularly, or a vr room nemesis that never lets up on eight and shows no mercy in every game. # - someone that makes it their mission to get him back in the flow state when it comes to ideas for the next big game ( dude doesn't have a creative bone in his body it feels like so good luck with that - )

[safetycar-restart]

okay i don’t know if you’ve seen the new “rate the gram” video williams did but i swear to god if logan had a tail it would have been wagging that entire video.

so i have thoughts. hybrid!au. black cat!oscar, golden retriever!logan.

so oscar is in general sort of grumpy and indifferent to people, except for you and logan of course. but logan loves everybody. especially alex. as soon as he got comfortable at williams, alex was on his list of people that immediately make him excited to see.

and oscar doesn’t dislike alex, but he would prefer to just be left alone with you and logan. just imagine you cuddling with logan and oscar on media day, splitting time between mclaren and williams so you get to see both of your joys equally. then alex comes up and scratches logan behind the ears and tells him they have a video to record and oscar does not like that one bit?? that’s his emotional support puppy thank you very much. why is alex touching him? so he hisses and swats at alex and alex just chuckles and gives him a head pat, not caring that oscar attempts to bite off his fingers.

then just imagine one weekend you get called away for some reason and you have to leave them with alex for a few minutes while you take care of whatever it is. and when you come back, logan is so happy, asleep with his head in alex’s lap and oscar is also cuddled up against alex but glaring at him the entire time.

and if oscar finds out logan is sad, all bets are off. maybe he’s had a bad race weekend or he misses his family, so he’ll lay around in bed and mope. and oscar will not accept that. he will flop his entire body weight on logan and stay there until he feels better. legit smothering his friend until he starts giggling and pushing him away with his tail wagging again instead of being all droopy and sad.

so yeah, that was a ramble. i’m just obsessed with this dynamic all of a sudden and needed to share :)

(also could i be 🐈‍⬛ anon in honor of oscar’s black cat energy)

Oh my god this is perfect. I've been in a massive Logan mood lately as well (lads we need to appreciate Logan more! Logan and lance!), so this is so good and so soft. Perfect for soft and AU night. And of course you can be 🐈‍⬛! I'll add it to the claimed list :))

I think the thing with Logan is that if someone praises him, he will love them for life? The moment he realises Alex will so easily call him pretty and talented? Alex becomes one of his favourite people!! (And yes he absolutely does this because he knows it makes Logan tail wags ridiculously fast and it's adorable).

After a while of this, Logan's tail will start wagging the moment he spots Alex, something which becomes a meme online.

(Which is why it's so sad that so many drivers can't be bothered to try and to get to know Logan because they'd have such a good friend! Sidenote: dog!Logan somehow becoming friends with Lewis? He's truly a little puppy around him and he always lifts lewis's spirit)

Anyway, so Alex is one of Logan's favourite people, but of course you and Oscar have golden status, his favourite people out of his favourite people.

Oscar, however, doesn't care that he is liked even more than Alex, all he cares about is that Alex is liked and therefore can take some of Logan's attention which is absolutely unacceptable. Logan is either completely oblivious to this or just knows Oscar won't cause any real harm because he doesn't even try to act less excited when he spots Alex.

(Though to be fair to Logan, he can't really control his reactions in the first place)

But yeah Oscar is very upset about this. Logan is Oscar's emotional support puppy! Logan must give him cuddles and kisses at all times or else everyone will have to deal with an even grumpier Oscar.

Poor Alex is always getting hissed at, mostly because Oscar is just so possessive of Logan? Of you as well of course, you and Logan are his people!!

It's especially funny because Oscar's love language is kinda just... to lay on top of you and Logan? He'll just decide that he needs to cuddle you or Logan and so he arrives and just plasters himself on top of you, purring lightly and wriggling until he gets pets.

In fact, sometimes people can't even see Oscar? He'll just lay on Logan and snuggle against his chest, so much so that Alex will only see him once he gets closer. That doesn't stop Alex from giving Logan a little headscratch just because he knows how much Logan loves it, but he will have to be ready to dodge because Oscar has a second sense to know when someone else is close and he will hiss and scratch at Alex's hand.

So you're very shocked to discover Logan and Oscar both cuddled up to Alex one day.

Maybe Logan was having a bad day, hence why Oscar was looking for him in the first place, but then Oscar finds Logan asleep on Alex's lap and as much as Oscar wants to hiss, it's clear that Logan needs all the love and attention and he's comfortable enough to fall asleep so Oscar can't disturb him. But he wants to join, because he has to help! He has to help Logan his feel better. So he reluctantly cuddles up to Alex, wrapping his tail around Logan.

Alex, meanwhile, is having the time of his life. He's got two cuddle buddies now! And yes Oscar is also glaring at him but thats fine!

And oh my god the way Oscar comforts Logan? I love it.

He kinda just squashes him and rubs himself all over Logan, making sure that Logan is all his!! Logan can't be upset when Oscar is right on top of him, those are the rules.

Logan, of course, loves it and always ends up smiling and playfully pushing Oscar off him.

That's the time that you join them, because now Logan is soft and pliant and opening up a little more and he's ready to hear what you have to say (while Oscar stays cuddled on top of Logan of course).

[green-goblin-59]

Log 004

Tw:contains mentions of sh and substance use

4/7/2005

<Please enter password: F I R E L I G H T...|>

<Password accepted! Welcome back Mr Osborn. It's been a good twenty five years since we've spoken! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Would you like to record a log for old times sake?>

«Yeah sure. Run a health check on my body too, please. I feel kinda malnourished.»

[SCANNING IN PROGRESS...]

<HEART RATE: irregular... Heart arrhythmia is present in the vessel.>

<BLOOD: Average pressure. A peculiar variety of 3050 goblin serum and high levels of heroin present in bloodstream.>

«Heroin?! God we gotta get him off that straight away.»

<BRAIN: No signs of severe damage. Brain structure indicates trauma during developmental years. Chemical imbalance present: severely low amount of serotonin, almost nonexistent, possibly of depression is high. Fatigue and exhaustion also present.>

<BONES: Unusually strong. Lots of old damage. Metal bolts present in the knee and hip joints.>

<GUT: Empty. Gut bacteria is imbalanced. Vessel hasn't consumed food in two days. An old bullet is present.>

<SKIN: Dry and flakey. Scabs from skin picking. Possible side effect from drugs present in the bloodstream. Severe scarring on the chest and inner arms. Possibly from self harm. Needle scars on the upper inner arm and inner elbow regions.>

[SCAN FINISHED. OVERALL HEALTH: LOW. RECOMMENDATIONS: EAT NUTRITIOUS FOODS. AVOID HEROIN AND GOBLIN SERUM. DRINK WATER. SLEEP 9HRS.]

«Norm, how long has it been since you've been turned on?»

<A day.>

«So, you would have definitely seen where his needles and whatever he uses to harm himself are, correct?»

<Mr Osborn only switches me on when he wishes to read the logs and view photos of your loved ones. I don't see him using the substances present in his system, nor do I see his weapon of choice. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)>

«I'll snoop around and get rid of them. Gotta get him clean and mentally sound. Norm, record new log entry.»

[RECORDING IN PROGRESS]

*Shuffles through the other mer's belongings*

This is the first time I've been fully sentient inside my new vessel. So far my new habits are more self aimed than aimed at others and the new vessel is clearly very mentally ill. Im not really sure where this place is but it's definitely not the same place I remember leaving behind. There's no firelight present, which is unexpected, as I'd thought resetting with him would mean I'd be in the same place as him. This doesn't seem the case.

*opens curtains*

Why's there really old technology everywhere?. Like... ancient tech I'd find in Bowes dimension? And why does this new variant of me keep the windows boarded up? Is he maybe in trouble with someone?...

*shuffles through mer's desk drawer. A thud can be heard as the bottom of the draw falls open and pens scatter all over the carpet along with a small leather bound planner. He picks it up and flips through the pages.*

I found this old fashioned journal. Reading through some of the previous passages isn't helping. I've got some serious issues. Something about faces and involuntary service...

*flips through more pages and skims over a few sentences, looking at the dates and seeing that it was all written in the early 2000's. It's only when he feels the dog tags around his neck that he realises what the insane rambling is about.*

Poor guy. I've gotta get him stable agai—

*eyes glaze over*

—in. AAAAA! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ON AGAIN?! TURN OFF, TURN OFF!

<As you wish Mr Osborn! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡>

[LOG RECORDING ENDED]

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[mystic-poison]

✞SELFSHIPTOBER✞

Day 10: Warmth

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Characters: Jyuto and Poison (me)

Relationship: Long distance dating

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Poison got sick. Maybe it was the change of weather or they got it from work. But either way, they were sick. Poison hated being sick. They hated the stuffy nose, the fatigue, not getting sleep at night, and just the overall feeling like shit. As soon as they are sick, they just want it to be over.

Jyuto was trying to convince himself not to hop on the first plane to America to see Poison. But they kept telling him no. They didn't want him getting sick as well. This was killing Jyuto on the inside, having to watch his lover suffer through the screen.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Jyuto asked. He looked at his laptop screen, watching Poison as they laid in bed. "You look like you've gotten worse over the week"

"I'll be fine. I promise. I have tea, soup, orange juice water, and medicine. I've done this so many times before" Poison sounded stuffy. Their nose was slightly red from blowing their nose so much.

"Yes. But you have me now. Which means you don't have to do all this by yourself"

"You're also in Japan"

"I can move you in until you feel better"

"Which means I would have to get on the plane sick."

"I'll just move in with you till you get better."

"Jyuto, please," Poison chuckled before sneezing again. They groaned as they grabbed tissue and clean their nose. "I don't want you getting suck okay. I'll be fine. The doctors said it's just a small cold. I'll get over it in due time"

Jyuto sighed as he leaned back into his desk chair. He tapped his fingers on the arm rest as he watched Poison take shot of the medicine they needed to take. He chuckled at the face they made.

"It doesn't taste good?" He joked.

"Of course it doesn't. It taste like chemicals." They rolled their eyes as they drunk from their water junk.

"It's not supposed to taste good"

"I know but still" they sighed, wrapping themsevles in blanket. They turned towards their tablet screen. "So, what have you been up too?"

"Nothing new. Had to bail Samatoki out of jail" Jyuto smirked.

"Jail? What did he do?"

"He beat up a guy."

"Why?"

"Like if I know. He refuses to tell me. It's has to be for an idiotic reason."

Poison chuckled weakly. "You know. You and Rio are like a married couple and Samatoki is your rebellious emo son"

Jyuto raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah. You're the mom, Rio is the dad and Samatoki is your emo son"

Jyuto figured this was one of Poison's online Fandom related jokes. "And why am I the wife?"

"Cause you cook for me, clean for me, and look beautiful in white"

Jyuto's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting that from Poison. They flirted and teased him, yes. But this wasn't their normal everyday cringy flirting. This acutally made his heart skip a beat. He felt his face become warm.

"That medicine is making you drowsy. You're speaking out of your ass" He rolled his eyes and turned his chair around as he looked down at a folder. He was trying to hide his blushed face from Poison despite them already seeing it.

As the day continued for Jyuto, it was getting later and later for Poison. They were dozing in and out of sleep as they tried to stay away to talk to Jyuto. He would listen to their tired rambling, finding it a bit cute. He could tell the medicine was working a bit. They were sleeping with waking up to blow their nose. They didn't sound congested as their slept. But it still hurt seeing them this way. The dark rings under their eyes seemed to have gotten dark ever since they got sick. He hated seeing how exhausted they were. Poison naturally looks tired, but this was something way different.

He could also tell they felt alone while being sick. They couldn't have company over. Video calling was their only source of having true company. Normally, Poison would have logged off for the night when they went to sleep. But it was clear to Jyuto they wanted him there as long as they could, even when they were sleeping.

Jyuto snapped out his thoughts about paperwork when he heard the shuffle of Poison moving in their sleep. They had turned to their other side, their back now facing him. He was about to go back to his work when he realized Poison was wearing one of his blazers he had left there the last time he visited. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and chuckled. It was adorable to him.

The blazer was a comfort item to Poison. They wore it all the time when Jyuto was away. It gave them warmth, but they couldn't explain. It was a forever hug from him. The only time they would return it was when they visited each other. Poison would have Jyuto wear the blazer to get his cologne scent back on it before taking it back when they left. Jyuto was getting close to just ordering the same brand he used and sent it to Poison so they could just spray the blazer when his scent was gone. But that ruined the fun.

Jyuto leaned back into his seat and sighed. He wanted to wake Poison up so they could take their medicine again, but they seemed relax for once. He didn't want to ruin it. He took a picture of Poison sleeping in his blazer before sighing.

"Get well love"

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Selfshiptober promotes creator

Day 10 done. I'm sick. I have a stuffy nose, and I feel like shit. This was me self-indulgeing for a bit

- Poison ✞