#see I'm using a tag from my main blog but I think is accurate this time...

[riggedtraps]

IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, IT'S ALL A LIE...

...AND I'M JUST A PAWN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES.

Hi, I'm Amanda. Or you can call me Mandy, I don't care. I'm 29. I guess I'm a woman, but I don't care about that either. She/her or they/them is fine, maybe even he/him if you want. Definition of the 'mean lesbian' stereotype.

I work for Jigsaw, so watch what you say around me. He helped me and maybe He can help you, too. DMs and asks from anyone is fine.

I should probably mention I have BPD. Petulant, impulsive and self destructive. So if I'm rude, it's probably me being a cunt, not you.

that intro better be in character or ill cry </3

anyway ooc introduction!!

i'm gia, i use they/them pronouns. im agender (and so is amanda, she just doesnt know it yet!). i also have bpd too, so yes, will be accurate to my experiences. im a minor so nothing too nsfw or gross.

literally anyone can interact! whether ur a rp blog or not, i will literally roleplay with anyone, even oc blogs (y'all are so cool). send me asks or dm me, whatever works. any ships too, i dont mind, though ofc mandys only romantically interested in women and nonbinary folks, but platonic ships with anyone works! :3C

i'm making this because im obsessed with saw rn its my special interest and i kin amanda so hard <3 first ever roleplay blog ive ran, so excuse any mistakes. gonna try keep amanda in character as much as possible, but may add a few headcanons in here and there. if she's ooc, please excuse that too. 🙏

of course, it's amanda so there's gonna be triggers for self harm, suicidal tendencies, mental health, and then general triggers for the saw franchise. will tag things such as self harm with 'tw self harm' or 'tw cutting' so block those if you don’t wanna see it.

also gonna reblog stuff i think amanda would like, so stuff like punk, goth, music stuff—but also blood, weapons, horror. not full gore but implications of it. will trigger tag them, so block those if you don't wanna see it.

gonna use ❪ ❫ for when out of character. e.g ❪hii!! :3❫

'꩜—mandy rants' : making in character posts

'꩜—gia rants' : ooc posts

'꩜—mandy answers' : tag to keep track of answering asks

'꩜—mandy rps' : for roleplay threads

'꩜—mandy writes' : short stories i imagine amanda wrote as a hobby/vent

my main blog: @messyscarletdreams

'♫—mandy's playlist' : songs i associate with amanda/think she'd like

each blog i interact with will have their own tag of their user for easier tracking

each character i interact with has a tag with amanda e.g '❪ john & amanda. ❫'

my saw oc blog: @poor-impulsecontrol

[galeorderbride]

Requests open!

Now that I approach the tail ends of my long fics, I'm opening up my blog for fic requests.

Please note: Some topics I write either for requests or my own work will have dark subject matter. I always tag as detailed as possible, but if you are not comfortable with darker themes, I’d suggest not interacting.

For now, I'm sticking to just Baldur's Gate 3, but I will expand later. Just use my ask box titled Your Desire? OR send me a direct message.

To see already done fics, refer to my Masterlist.

I'm pretty open to writing most types of content, but just to be clear, here is a layout of what I will and won't write, and characters I will write for:

Will Write:

SFW and NSFW (including smut, themes of violence/disturbing content)

Fluff, Angst, Smut, most of the common fanfic tags.

Headcanons

GN!Tav / F!Tav

GN!Reader / F!Reader

GN!OC / F!OC (send me pics so I know what they look like!)

Will Write Sometimes:

I will write certain kinks (honestly depends what it is, if you have a specific one in mind, we can discuss it!)

Dubcon/noncon, again, in certain contexts. Just ask me about it and I'll see if I feel ok writing it :)

Dead Dove type of stuff is complicated, both smut and non-smut. I don't imagine I will get these types of requests much, but if I do, don't be afraid to discuss it with me! I just like to know specifics first.

Note: even if I do say no, there is no judgement from me. I just know my limits and I won't write something I don't also enjoy at least a little. My inbox is a safe space :)

Won't write:

Underaged/minor characters in NSFW situations, including non-sexual violence against them.

Bestiality or anything involving animals in NSFW situations, including non-sexual violence against them.

| Gale | Zevlor | Rolan | Wyll | Gortash | Oathbreaker Knight | Dark Urge (Origin) | Rugan | Raphael |

Note: these are the main people I am comfortable writing for, as in, confident I can get their characters accurately. But if there is someone else you think of, feel free to ask!

I hope I was as clear as possible! But ask questions if you have them! I'm excited to start some requests! Thanks to anyone who is interested <3

[did-i-do-this-write]

Village Map

In my original post I leaned heavy into the metaphor and I saw more than one person in the tags mention that they didn't understand how to participate. So here is a plain language guide in how to navigate and use the different locations for the event!

The Coffee Shop

If you're in the coffee shop, it just means you're looking to strike up a conversation! Make a post to announce what kind of interaction you're looking for! Could be asks, DMs, specific topics or open discussions through reblogs. You can pose a question or just welcome people to start conversations with you. Maybe you're looking to join a discord or make new friends. Just let us know!

The Library

If you're here, you're looking for information and inspiration. Post about what books you're reading or what inspires you. If you need advice or help with research, put out a call to your fellow writers. If you don't need help, just announce what you're working on and give us updates!

The Gym

If you're here, it means you're really working hard on your WIP. Maybe you're doing a run of 15 minute sprints, or taking on a huge word count like writing 1k+ in one sitting. Make a post about what challenge you're taking on and keep us updated so we can cheer you on and join you in the grind!

The Bakery

If you're here, it means you're working on your WIP more casually. You're taking your time, sticking with a regular routine, or writing short ficlets and drabbles. Post about your regular updates and progress, and share snippets and teasers as you see fit!

The Arcade

If you're here, you're just looking to play writeblr games. Make a post announcing you're ready to play and choose your game! You can start your own tags, reblog a bunch of ask games, answer old tags you haven't had a chance to look at, whatever games you want! Don't forget to reply and send something back to anyone who plays with you!

The Spa

If you're here, you're taking a break from writing for a bit. Make a post sharing as much detail as you want, update us on what self care activities you're doing and/or usually do. If you're burnt out, feel free to ask for advice on how to handle it!

The Archive

If you're here, you're looking through your own ideas for inspiration. You're reviewing outlines, re-reading old drafts, looking through old scraps of handwritten notes that aren't even accurate anymore. Post about what you're looking through and how it's helping (or not helping lol).

The Garden

If you're here, you're thinking about your WIP without working on the draft. You’re daydreaming and plotting, creating aesthetics and playlists, keeping your WIP in your mind without writing. Post about your ideas and share your aesthetics, playlists, and extras!

The Lab

If you're here, you're working more on characters and worldbuilding, not so much plot. You're making character sheets and maps and building governments and backstories. Post about your characters and world, share your maps and designs, and help us get to know them!

Things to Remember

If you're comfortable with it, you can always tag me in posts for the village! I'll keep everything on my blog for others to see.

Your post doesn't have to be fancy or detailed! It can be as simple as announcing which area you're in and how well (or not well) it's going.

You can be in multiple places at once or throughout the day! The village is just a fun visual and metaphor, but it doesn't have to limit you. You might drift from the Archive (reviewing old stuff) to the Bakery (drafting new stuff) to the Garden (daydreaming for next time) in under an hour! Keep us updated on your journey!

If you guys have any questions, just reach out! If my ask box is open, shoot me an ask. If it's closed, feel free to reblog or reply to this post or shoot me a DM! I'm always taking recommendations for locations and ways to make the village better!

The main purpose of the event is just to build and circulate the writeblr community. However you want to share your ideas and engage with others is all part of the village!

Happy writing, everyone!

[wr4th-of-the-gods]

wzp guys! we're wrath of the gods - a super cool rock band! now that we have the band back together, we thought we'd open up a little blog for you people to contact us!

this account is mostly run by our lead guitarist scott tibbs (he/him) and "lark" jackson (he/they), who is our editor and singer.

our other members include;

stacy mcneil (she/her) - guitarist, singer

thomas cooper (he/him) - drummer

damien gibson (they/them) - bassist

adam faulkner-stanheight (he/him) - photographer

we'll answer questions from anyone about anything!!!!!!! we're just here to have fun and interact with our super awesome fanbase!

🤘🤘

hi there!! im annon, the owner of this blog, and i want to welcome you all to it! this is my first rp blog so please bear with me, i'm learning here...

i thought it would be fun to make a blog for the band wrath of the gods from the saw series! they arent very popular but hey..daniel matthews likes them and i think thats all that matters

everyone will be color coordinated just to make it easier (see colors above) and i'm trying to stick as close to accurate as possible with scott, lark, and adam. the others...well ill just make them up along the way.

you can interact however you like, i dont mind. i do asks that people interacting are at least 15 and up..just a personal preference. other than that have fun with it!

this is placed after the saw trap, note that adam is an apprentice!

TAGS [blog's characters]

scott ; #fuck you i wont do what you tell me! ➸ SCOTT ↪ killing in the name - rage against the machine

lark ; #contact i hijacked the frequencies blockin' the beltway move on dc! ➸ LARK ↪ guerrilla radio - rage against the machine

stacy ; #the movie ran through me the glamour subdue me! ➸ STACY ↪ testify - rage against the machine

thomas ; #what we dont know keeps the contracts alive n' movin'! ➸ THOMAS ↪ bulls on parade - rage against the machine

damien ; #instead i warm my hands up on the flames of the flag ➸ DAMIEN ↪ bombtrack - rage against the machine

adam ; #you dont really know why but you wanna justify ripping someones head off! ➸ ADAM ↪ break stuff - limp bizkit

[duos] stacy and chell ; #rebel rebel how could they know? hot tramp i love you so ➸ stacy and chell ↪ rebel rebel - david bowie

[general]

ooc ; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

blog ; #wrath of the gods

tag games ; #and nows the time the time is now! ➸ TAG GAMES ↪ ramble on - led zeppelin ask games ; #my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

@one-annon - main! @trapped-twins - adam and david rp blog! @zippyzep - zep hindle rp blog! @jigsaws-disciples - jigsaws disciples rp blog! @coolest-mom-with-the-coolest-son - scott tibbs' mom rp blog!

and most importantly, credit to @strangergraphics-archive for the super gnarly dividers <3

[gothcsz]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter V.

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: Down on the west coast, we got a saying...

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

RATING: 18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: A sexy performance by our main character, he's absolutely whipped, THEY HUG FOR THE FIRST TIME !!, is it really a slow burn if they don't yearn for one another, an insufferable dad, speaking of dad back on my dbf!Javi bs, other things that I'm probably forgetting.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS: The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized, including the usage of the song(s) that Paloma will perform throughout the story.

A/N: hi friends! hope you all enjoy this chapter, i was completely smitten while writing this since i'm such a needy little thing when it comes to a good slow burn ship lmfao also i love how we've all collectively decided that javi is lana del rey coded like SO true bestie !! like i love me some flirty!Javi okay sue me !! let him flirt with all the women !! anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback/support on this blog or ao3. i'd really appreciate it <3

♰  read on ao3. ♰

♰  playlist | pinterest | series masterlist ♰

Paloma is feeling wildly fervent tonight, a side effect of the eventful days she’s been having. She’s been buzzing with excitement to get up on the stage and exude all the feelings she’s been wrapped up in through music.

Between Javier’s ‘will they won’t they’ repartee and August’s piquant personality; these men have been bending her will to remain strong. It’s a peculiar thing, reminiscent to the stories she reads or movies she watches.

Paloma hasn’t stopped to think about it in a logical sense, where these newfound ‘relationships’ can go, and frankly she doesn’t want to stop and think. She just wants to be… to allow herself to indulge in the pleasantries of their attention.  

She’s at the bar two hours before she’s set to do her gig, cheerfully enjoying the company of her best friend as she drinks her signature root beer and muddled cherry mocktail. She eyes the new karaoke machine that’s just recently been acquired and leans in to get Sloane’s attention.

“Has anyone used it?” She gestures to the machine and Slo shakes her head, wiping down the counter. 

“No, but I think you’d be the perfect person to break it in. Pretty sure I saw some Madonna songs on there…” Sloane tells her in a sing-song tone, causing Paloma’s eyes to light up and she hops off the bar stool to walk up to the stage where it was. It consisted of a large television set and the actual karaoke machine.

She plays around with it for a few, familiarizing herself with the controls before she’s skimming through the dozens of available songs.

The evening crowd has started to file in, she doesn’t even realize since she’s been too busy figuring the machine out. She lets out a delighted sound of glee once she sees that Like a Prayer is one of the available songs and wastes no time in selecting it.

The song begins and she takes her position on the stage, few eyes on her. She doesn’t even need the large teleprompter for the lyrics. Bringing the microphone up to her lips, she begins to sing the intro softly.

Paloma sways her hips when she needs to, keeping up with the song as it’s one of her all time favorites. She’s done a variant of this performance in her bedroom with her hair brush many of times.

As the final notes fade away, Paloma finds herself nearly breathless, her heart still racing from how fun it was. The applause washes over her like a wave, enveloping her in a blanket of appreciation.

With a wide smile adorning her face, she gracefully bows and waves to the audience before delicately placing the microphone back on its stand. As the jukebox resumes its melody, filling the void left by her absence, she makes her way back to her spot at the bar counter, basking in the warmth of the moment.

“You know how to put on a show!” The compliment comes from a redhead sitting in the stool closest to her.

“Thank you.” Her mouth curves into a smile as she eyes her. A bride sash draped horizontally over her torso with the small veil clipped in her hair and she’s dressed in all white. There’s three other woman behind her whom she assumes is the bridal party. “And congratulations.” She raises her glass that had been replenished courtesy of her best friend.

They cheers then engage in some small talk when the bride, Wendy, confirms to Paloma that they are out for her bachelorette celebration. They had some car troubles in the middle of their travels to Austin which led to a rest stop here in Seminary until morning.

It wasn’t how she had planned to celebrate the trip, but there was nothing she could do about it so she’s making the best of the situation.

This has an idea pop into Paloma’s head, empathetic as ever, and she says her goodbyes once the band arrives. The plan is simple enough; perform some of her more sultry songs for the stranded bridal party in hopes to make their night a little more entertaining. It doesn’t take much before she’s got her band on board, tapping on the microphone to get everyone’s attention when she returns to the stage.

Javier did not plan on being at The Whiskey Fox tonight, especially with the lack of sleep he’s endured recently. Not that he hasn’t dealt with it before, but it’s been on an unforgiving incline as of late.

The worst part about his insomnia is how inconsistent it can be. He could go weeks with little to no sleep then suddenly a period where it’s all he does. Hasn’t hit the latter of the cycle just yet, but he can feel it creeping up on him at an agonizing pace.

It’s a complete shit show and infuriatingly lonely. He wouldn’t admit to the latter, however.

Exhausting himself throughout the day with hopes that he’ll be bone-tired by the end of the night, he makes an impromptu stop at the bar where hopefully a glass or two of bourbon will have him easing into sleep the second he makes it home.

It’s a long shot, nothing irregular of what he does on a regular night, but fuck, he really needs to get some rest. He can only function off coffee and nicotine for so long.

The bar is in high spirits the second he steps foot in, and with that comes the reminder that it’s a weekend night which means…

Eyes drift over to the stage and sure enough, she’s front and center, and he fights the urge to gravitate towards her.

Instead, Javier opts to sit at the bar, easily getting Sloane’s attention and ordering his bourbon.

“Y’know… I think this is the first time you’ve in been here while I’ve been on shift. You hidin’ from me, handsome?” She begins with a teasing simper, expertly pouring the drink.

Javier chuckles briefly, giving her a once-over, “Had I known a pretty little thing like you was tendin’ the bar I woulda been in here much more consistently.” Flirtatious as ever, despite his exhaustion, brown eyes meeting her gaze as she diligently sets the glass in front of him with a vivacious grin.

“Oooh, you’re a sweet talker. I like that. Not many darin’ boys ‘round here.” She leans forward, making a point to press her breasts together to show off her cleavage which he shamelessly ogles.

“S’a good thing I’m not a boy, sweetheart.” Bringing the glass up for a sip, their stare isn’t broken and she cocks her head to the side in interest.

“A great thing, even. You’re all man.” Her southern accent drips with sensuality, the suggestion hanging heavy in the air between them. For a fleeting moment, Javier entertains the idea of inviting her back to his place to relieve some tension and get some rest, but before he can act, she’s whisked away by another patron.

Divine intervention, Javi thinks, since his interest for her drops the second he hears Paloma’s voice. Placing some cash on the counter, he moves over to the table he’s accustomed to sitting at, distancing himself from the distraction with great tits behind the bar.

♫

His attention now fully on the woman on stage, her honeyed voice and the movements of her hands as they trail along the length of her body, diligently tracing her curves.

He can’t keep his eyes off her. Clad in a sleek black dress with a sweetheart neckline, its hem teasingly grazes the curve of her thigh. She radiates an effortless sensuality. Her mid-thigh high boots elevate her stature, causing her back to arch ever so subtly, drawing his gaze to her ass.

Her hips sway with a tantalizing rhythm that ignites Javier’s imagination, conjuring images of her poised above him with his cock drilling deep inside of her.

The glass in his hand suddenly feels heavy as his thoughts get dirty, so he takes a long sip, relishing the fiery sweetness that burns down his throat.

Javi finds himself completely entranced, lost in the melody of her voice. As Paloma begins her descent from the stage, weaving her way through the tables scattered around the room, a sense of anticipation stirs within him. With bated breath, he shifts in his seat, eagerly awaiting for her to approach him.

She continues, tastefully interacting the patrons nearby, pocketing bills that are being handed to her. She handles it suavely, tucking the wads of cash in the band of her boot that’s pressed against her thigh.

Javier’s eyes fall to the area as she does this, running his tongue over his teeth and truly contemplating if staying away is worth it all. He digs into his back pocket, fishing out the leather wallet and swiftly pulling out whatever was in it to give her.

It’s then that she approaches him, the spotlight making Paloma look more radiant than any star he’s ever seen. Their eyes meet in an enchanted gaze, his lips tug up into a cocky and expectant smirk in which she matches before slowly rounding behind him, almost singing in his ear.

“Te deseo, cariño, boy, it’s you I desire.” 

Javier’s jaw ticks as her touch runs along the expanse of his broad shoulders, and before she’s able to leave him completely, he slips the bills into her palm and lets it drop from his grasp.

That line was a seductive invitation, crafted for him alone, and he can feel it in the way her lips curve into a smug smile. Was it penned with him in mind, sung in Spanish to tantalize him? The notion ignites a fierce longing within Javier, his skin tingling and body craving her.

Her lyrics, saturated with desire, mirror the very same craving she elicits from him. The hunger in her eyes speaks volumes, a silent plea for the passion they both yearn to share.

She finishes the song, the table of a bridal party praising her drunkenly as the music dies down and everyone begins their applause. Some whistling at her, too.

Javier remains unmoved, reclining effortlessly in the chair, one arm draped casually over its back. His gaze is fixed on her, unwavering, a fresh cigarette dangling from his lips, the tendrils of smoke curling around him lazily. He makes no attempt to conceal his admiration, indifferent to whether she notices his lingering stare. The bold move she just made only serves to fuel him, leaving his infatuation as intense and consuming as ever.

It’s evident that Paloma seeks his pursuit, craving the thrill of the relentless chase until she willingly offers herself completely. Though Javier typically refrains from chasing pussy, he finds himself captivated by the enticing dynamics of their relationship— a tantalizing dance of push and pull.

This experience is vastly different from his usual encounters, where women often yield quickly to his advances. With her, however, the challenge persists, defying his expectations and fueling his intrigue.

For a time, Javier reveled in the thrill of it all— the fleeting encounters with women at brothels, the allure of one-night stands. The fast-paced rhythm of constant attention and swift hook-ups kept him occupied and amused.

Yet now, a shift has happened.

He finds himself drawn to the unhurried pace of whatever undefined connection he shares with Paloma. It’s a departure from the whirlwind of his past experiences, and despite its ambiguity, it holds a newfound interest, captivating him in its gradual unfolding.

It’s building tension, prolonged foreplay to a shared fantasy that’ll only bring them both conflict. Conflict that he doesn’t want to be burdened with…

Yet, she makes it so hard to stay the fuck away.

As she vanishes into the depths of the back area, Javier swiftly drains the last remnants of his drink, feeling more restless than when he came in.

It has been days since her last performance, yet she hasn’t stopped thinking about that night. It was her first time doing anything remotely sensual as she had— and she liked it. It gave her a lot of real confidence and not that of which she pretends she obtains.

She’s already preparing herself for the scrutiny she’ll receive from a certain group of gossips at church for putting on such a scandalous performance.

Whatever, she thinks, people were going to talk shit regardless and she’s never felt more sexier and empowered. The self-assurance she got from people handing her tips and receiving Javier’s undivided attention was exhilarating.

It had been more than enough for her to quickly improvise a specific lyric in her song. For him.

Paloma is at a loss to rationalize her impulsive behavior once she approached him, swept up in a sensation akin to a siren’s call, drawing in a lost sea captain with an irresistible temptation.

He’d been more preoccupied than usual, leaving Paloma to grapple with an unexpected yearning for his presence. Their interactions had become fleeting, confined to brief exchanges in passing or hurried conversations over the phone, often revolving around attempts to reach the sheriff.

So seeing him there that night, very present at her gig, she knew she had to do something big to give him the hint that she is very, very interested in doing something, anything with him. Consequences be damned.

Paloma won’t be the one to take it there, that’s a rookie move. If Javier is as interested as he appears to be, then she fully intends to practice some patience and have him crawling over to her.

Would he actually do that, though? She only knows bits and pieces of his romantic endeavors, and from the little information she’s gathered; he doesn’t seem like the type to chase but she could be wrong.

There is no harm in trying to seduce him, really, and if he rejects her then she’ll take the hint and move on. It’s not like she wants to date the man or have him fall to one knee asking for her hand in marriage.

No, Paloma just really wants to get laid. Too many nights have came and went where all she’s dreamed of is the hot, older deputy sheriff screwing her into oblivion. 

Then at the bar… he actually gave her money, matter of fact, he had been the biggest tipper of the night. She contemplated giving the cash back to him, thinking it was entirely too much, but she talked herself out of the idea solely because she found the transaction incredibly hot.

She’s cautious not to invest her entire focus in him, so she’s also been seeing August.

Their time together brings forth a distinct experience, stirring uncertainty about her romantic attachment to him. It wasn’t until yesterday afternoon, amidst the tranquil shade of a sprawling oak tree, engrossed in shared reading, that an almost kiss cast light on her true sentiments towards him.

Their connection pulsates with an undeniable chemistry, his attention lavishing upon her as if she were the rarest gem. United by their shared interest for literature and idyllic beliefs, he breathes vitality into the stifling surroundings.

While the opportunity for a shared kiss lingered, Paloma’s thoughts persistently drifted toward Javier, rendering the moment bittersweet.

Lost in her own thoughts amidst the task of pulling weeds from the garden, she remains oblivious to the persistent ringing of the landline inside. Only as the sound penetrates her consciousness does she snap out of it.

Hastily removing her gardening gloves and rushing inside, she reaches for the phone just before its final ring.

It’s Lola from the bar letting her know that a letter has just been dropped off— addressed specifically for Paloma.

She is confused yet intrigued at the news, and in no time she’s in town; sitting on top of the counter ripping the poor envelope open and scanning the words on the piece of paper.

Apparently, the bride who was here last weekend contracts acts from all over Texas to perform at the state fair in Dallas. Seems like Paloma was conspicuous enough to warrant an invite.

A much bigger crowd, her first real chance to branch out by doing something she’s genuinely passionate about. 

After freaking out about it with the ladies at the bar, even taking a celebratory tequila shot, Paloma is racing to make it to the station to share the good news with her dad. 

She hurriedly hops off her bike, not even bothering to chain it to the rack as she snatches the letter and saunters up the steps and into the building overly excited.

Clearly, she’s interrupted something as both men’s heads snap in her direction with heavy, worried looks in their eyes when she barges in.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her father steps towards her, scanning her for any injuries.

“Yes I’m fine daddy,” she tucks her hair behind her ears to contain some of her excitement since she feels some of the leftover apprehensiveness from before she arrived, “I’m just excited to show you this, look! I got invited to preform at the state fair!” She shoves the paper into his chest and he turns it around so he can read it.

Her eyes are bright in anticipation, searching his stoic face for a reaction.

“Sweetheart, this is wonderful...” He trails off and her smile begins to fade at his tone.

“What? What’s wrong?” She questions, eyes flickering over to Javier who stands almost awkwardly behind the sheriff.

“A girl in Fayette has gone missing. We just got the call. About to head over to help ‘em out.” The news has Paloma drawing in a breath, all the enthusiasm in her body evaporating as he hands the paper back to her.

“O-Oh, that’s—”

“This is amazing news, babygirl. We’ll talk about it more when I get home later, alright? We gotta get goin’.” 

The dismissal breaks her, and there’s a second where her demeanor shows it but it’s only temporarily as she nods understandingly then steps aside to allow him to maneuver his way into his office.

“State fair, huh? That’s huge, congrats bella.” Javier’s voice keeps her from scurrying away and she gives him a small smile.

“Thanks, but seems like there’s more important things to focus on.” She won’t be self-centered by taking up any more of their valuable time. A girl is missing and if they want to come out on top, then their focus has to remain on her and not Paloma’s trivial news.

“You’re right but that doesn’t mean we can’t be happy for you.” She lifts her gaze from her shoes up to meet his at the use of ‘we’ and she melts, instantly.

In his captivating brown eyes, there’s a delicate balance of gentleness and resolve, causing her knees to weaken slightly. She discerns the subtle golden flecks that add a compassionate depth to his stare.

“Yeah, I guess. Just hate that all this is still happenin’. I’m assumin’ y’all aren’t any closer to findin’ out who’s doin’ all this, huh?” Since her father doesn’t tell her anything except what he needs to, she isn’t fully aware of the exasperatingly severity or statuses of the cases.

Javier lets out a heavy sigh, thumb dragging across his trimmed mustache then bottom lip and her eyes zero in on the movement, which she shouldn’t find as attractive as she does. “No, but things like this always take time. It’s the most frustrating thing about the job.” 

She nods, having somewhat of an understanding, “Then I’ll get outta y’alls hair. Leave the mystery solvin’ and savin’ the day to the pros.” Her nose crinkles as she lets out a soft laugh in attempts to lighten the mood.

He gives her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Javier’s magnetism is undeniable, his rugged handsomeness coupled with an air of competence that captivates her completely. She senses something more than mere physical attraction. It’s as if small moments like these are chipping away at the salacious layers of their connection, revealing something deeper and more profound beneath.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah? Got those parts for dear Darla comin’ in any day now. You’ll be cruisin’ around town in no time.” He winks at her and she giggles softly, blood pooling at her cheeks in a deep blush that he notices immediately and it makes his chest tighten.

“I’m lookin’ forward to it.” Paloma replies, a bit more shyly than she’d like but that’s just what happens when you’re affected by Javier Peña’s irresistible charm.

They hold each other’s gaze for a few more seconds, Paloma losing herself in the depths of his warm brown eyes, while Javier savors her presence entirely. Their silent exchange is interrupted as Romeo emerges from his office, oblivious to yet another fleeting moment shared between his daughter and the deputy sheriff, lost in their own world of unspoken emotions.

She is well aware of the copious amount of time she’s been putting in to her performance for the fair, spending all her free time at the bar with the band rehearsing or in her room piecing together her outfit.

This is her moment to showcase her mastery of the craft, and she seizes it with unwavering determination. To an outsider, the prospect of performing at a mediocre state fair, hours away from home, might seem insignificant. But to her— it’s everything. Every chord struck, every lyric sung carries the weight of her dedication.

This performance isn’t just about the venue; it’s about pouring her proving to herself that she’s capable.

At first, her father had been really excited for her… but as the days dragged by and tensions with the missing person case increased, he began to grow more cynical about it.

With the way things were going, he wouldn’t be able to accompany her and that’s when all the unnecessary comments began. Romeo began to bring up the crime rate in Dallas, hypotheticals of what would happen if she were to get stuck on the side of the road on her way there, even insinuating that her band (which consisted of four members from their church) wouldn’t be as reliable as she knows them to be.

It pissed her off every time he opened his mouth to talk on the matter. At first, she just ignored him or said something neutral to appease him, but now that the date was slowly approaching, she found it difficult to keep her rebuttals to herself.

How many times was she going to have to remind him that she’s a grown up? For some reason, he thinks she’s still a meek sixteen year old girl that needs his protection.

This is what led to the current argument. Him reluctant to let her go and Paloma insistent on going with or without his ‘permission’. Before it has the chance to get out of hand, there’s a knock at the front door and she uses it as an excuse to end the conversation.

Sighing heavily, she opens the wooden door to find Javier on the other side and immediately her frown disappears and she smiles sweetly up at him.

Amidst her intense preparation for the forthcoming performance and his deep engagement at the station, their encounters have become even more infrequent, a departure from their usual routine.

Yet, despite the scarcity of interaction, their bodies seem attuned to each other’s presence, responding instinctively to the silent symphony of their unspoken connection.

“Hey cowboy, whatcha doin’ here?” She crosses her arms against her chest, the screen door still separating the two of them.

“I told you I’d have the parts in any day now.” It’s then that she sees a cardboard box in his possession and realization dawns on her.

“Oh my god— no way! Thank fuckin’— Lord almighty, you’re such a saint.” Javier chuckles at her words which has her feeling fucking giddy as she opens the screen door and steps aside to let him in.

“M’not a saint, princesa, but your kind words are appreciated.” They walk side by side, her shoulder softly brushing against his arm, to the kitchen where her father is.

“Daddy, Javier’s here to finish workin’ on sweet Darla.” There’s a tinge of bitterness lacing her words as she addresses her father, their previous argument still fresh on her mind but she would rather throw herself off a bridge than finish said conversation in front of their company.

The two men greet each other, making small talk as Romeo thanks Javier for all he’s doing for both the town and the help he’s been extending to his daughter. Paloma boredly leans against the doorframe, waiting for them to wrap up their exchange and Javi can feel her impatience.

When they finally breakaway, It’s just him and Paloma in the shed, Romeo stuck inside taking an important call. Instead of perching herself on the chair like last time, she’s leaned over the hood of the car with him, close enough to be able to feel the heat radiating from her body.

“I didn’t interrupt something earlier, did I?” Javier asks, picking up on the tension between her and her dad in the kitchen just then.

Paloma doesn’t reply right away, eyes trained on his working hands within the engine.

“You did but it was a good thing. We were havin’ a small argument that was about to turn into a real big fight. He’s being so anal about not lettin’ be go up to Dallas for the fair. He doesn’t seem to understand that I’m goin’ regardless.” She scoffs with a shake of her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“He just worries about you… doesn’t necessarily go about it in the best way but he just wants to make sure you’re safe.” He picks his words as carefully as he can, gaze flickering to her face briefly before returning to the task at hand.

“I know, he’s just so stubborn about it.”

“Sounds like someone I know.”

She lets out a genuine laugh, the one that involuntarily brings a small smile to his lips and she elbows him playfully.

“He’ll come around. He sees how passionate you are about your music. Like you said, you’re goin’ to do it with or without him.” Paloma doesn’t say anything, thinking his words over knowing that Javi’s right but he’s underestimating how adamant her father can be.

Finally getting the last piece screwed in tight, he stands to his full height and wipes his hands off on a rag, “Alright, go start her up and see if she’s cooperatin’ finally.” Javier gestures towards the driver’s seat as he slams the hood close and she excitedly leaves his side, flinging the door open and sliding in.

The engine starts with ease and the delighted cheer that comes from Paloma is more rewarding than anything he’s deserving of.

She hops out, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug that takes him back, literally, stumbling over his feet slightly but they’re kept upright as his hands naturally fall to her waist.

Their bodies pressed together ignites a fervent blaze of desire between them.

Her scent— an intoxicating blend of freshly bloomed flowers and ripe fruit— envelops him like a gentle summer breeze, casting a spell he never wants to break.

His fingers brush against the exposed skin from her cropped shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The softness of her curves beneath his touch tempts him to explore further, but he restrains himself.

“Thank you so much, Javi. You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me.” Paloma pulls away first, but not completely, and the position they’re left in is much more intimate than it should be.

His breath fans over her face, which is just inches apart, if he really wanted to; he could lean in and press his lips against hers…

And he really, really wants to but with Romeo just around the corner— he won’t risk getting caught. No matter how enticing and easy it’d be to give in.

“Javi? What happened to officer or cowboy?” He teases, pinching at her hips and she pushes at his chest, finally breaking their embrace.

“Right, forgive me for wantin’ to have a moment of authenticity.” Paloma playfully rolls her eyes, “Thank you so much, officer. You have no idea how…” She trails off suddenly and his brow cocks inquisitively.

“You have no idea how satisfied you’ve left me.”

The sultriness in her voice, gleam in her eyes, and those long lashes batting up at him all innocently does nothing but fuel his craving for her. 

“If this is all it took to leave you satisfied, hermosa, then you’re in worse shape than I thought.”

She bites down on her lower lip, “Thank god I have you here to help me out, hmm?” 

And for a split second it feels like something might happen but ultimately… it doesn’t. 

“Just doin’ what I can, cariño. You get any more car problems just call me and not ese mecánico de mierda (shitty mechanic).”

As she leans forward to retrieve the keys from the ignition, he finds himself entranced by the graceful arc of her back, seemingly inviting his lustful gaze to follow its every contour. The gentle slope of her spine draws his eyes downward, her low rise jeans accentuating her plump ass.

“Well… I can’t call you if I don’t have your personal number… what if I have an emergency and you’re not at the station?” Paloma can feel his gaze on her and it makes her feel satisfied that she’s able to capture his attention so easily, closing the car door with her hip and leaning against it.

“That would just be a downright wretched thing.” As his hand instinctively reaches for the memo book he habitually carries, a silent curse echoes in his mind upon realizing its absence. He does have his pen, though.

With a swift and decisive motion, Javier closes the distance between them. A sharp intake of breath betrays her surprise.

“Don’t have paper on me, but…” Taking her hand gently in his, he turns it and begins to write his home phone number on her palm.

Paloma’s heart quickens its pace, his touch a juxtaposition of rough and gentle against her soft skin. She becomes acutely aware of the stark size difference between their hands, his encompassing hers entirely. A shiver dances down her spine at the sensation, the pressure of arousal building.

With a soft exhale, she finds herself unconsciously pressing her thighs together to relieve some of said pressure. The simple act of hand-holding, so mundane, leaves her wanting more of his touch.

The only thing she can think of is how good his large, thick fingers would feel pressed against her clit while he pleasures her. Or curling inside of her and brushing against that soft spot that makes her come undone.

Focus, Paloma, you’re practically drooling.

“Might wanna write that down somewhere soon. The sweat is gonna mess it all up.” Javier teases, letting go of her hand and stuffing the pen into the front pocket of his shirt. The thin layer of perspiration clearly in response to his gesture.

Her eyes widen at the comment and it has her tripping over her words, “Y-Yeah I’ll, uh, make sure not to lose this. Like I said, it’d be a bummer if I couldn’t get ahold of you in a time of need.”

Her desire continues to simmer and she mentally slaps herself for letting her cool girl facade slip just because he held her damn hand. It doesn’t help that the sight of his exposed collarbones has her fingers itching to trace along his chest and explore beneath the fabric.

She fights the urge to succumb to temptation, her resolve tested by the magnetic pull of his presence.

His smirk never falters, absolutely loving to see his effect on her. It’s only fair, seeing as she’s always the one who riles him up. “Alright cariño, I better get outta here before we get ourselves into trouble.”

The fragile awareness of their shared moment shatters her reverie, grounding her back to reality.

“Of course,” she replies softly, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. Her hand remains steady, resisting the urge to wipe away the lingering warmth of his touch as they head back to the house.

All hands are on deck to find Jessica Valdez, the missing girl from Fayette.

Back in Colombia, everyone was too afraid to speak up when something was amiss in fear of having their lives taken by the vicious cartels that ran the streets. Those who did have the bravery to come forward with information only did so in hopes of getting support and protection from a government that wasn’t even theirs.

Consequently, when adversity struck, the flow of valuable intelligence was delayed, impeding the acquisition of pertinent information. This rationale justified Javier’s visits to the brothels, veiled under the pretext of proactive investigation aimed at uncovering critical details essential for combatting the narcos.

The fucking was just a pleasurable addition.

In small communities stateside, however, that’s all people do. Talk. So, when Javier goes out to do some canvassing of his own; he isn’t all surprised by how willingly people are to spill the secrets of their neighbors. By the end of the day, he damn near knows about all the affairs in town, who likes to steal money from who, the mayor’s ‘illegitimate’ child, and decade long family feuds.

Exactly what he expected to find in small Texan towns.

Like he had told Romeo in the beginning, there’s always some truth to a rumor. As he’s collecting information about Seminary and the communities that surround it; he comes to find out about a trio of troublemakers that come from one of the towns where one of the earliest victims had been found and their peculiar interest in all things occult. 

This piqued his interest and upon further investigation; he quickly found the files for Augustus Dixon, Sloane McCarthy and Gabriel Torres.

Immediately, Sloane caught his attention, although her mugshot portrayed her with a more youthful demeanor. The man from Nina’s funeral, Gabriel, also stood out in his memory. He recalls Sloane mentioning him by name that day he was at the Leighton home, too.

However, the third male remained unfamiliar, his appearance suggesting a rebellious disposition, evident from his file and accompanying mugshot.

The trio had been in and out of jail all their adolescence for petty crimes like stealing, vandalism, public intoxication, fighting and other nonsense. Nothing severe. They were just troublemakers and that is not odd to find in rural areas. Kids get bored and do stupid shit.

Javier would know better than anyone, he did similar things at their age.

He’s spread out on his couch, glass of whiskey in one hand and file in the other. He is deep in concentration, reading over different police reports and trying to find out where the occult aspect of it comes into play when the phone begins to ring and he lets out a grunt.

Reaching over to grab the receiver, he tucks it between his shoulder and ear as he answers.

“Peña.”

“Hey cowboy.”

Her voice has him sitting up straight, discarding the folder in his hand on the coffee table, now fully attentive. It’s actually kind of pathetic how fast his demeanor changes when it comes to Paloma.

“Hola hermosa, a little late to be callin’, yeah? You should be getting your beauty sleep for the big day tomorrow.” He hadn’t forgotten about her performance at the fair, making note of the date the second she told him about it.

“I should be but I’ve got nerves like you wouldn’t believe.” She pauses and he can hear her thinking, “Daddy and I just had a fight… well I dunno even know if you’d call it that. It ended with him sayin’ he didn’t give a damn if I went or not… all that fussin’ just so he could say he didn’t care in the end. If I’m actually that insufferable I’m beggin’ you to put me out of my misery.” He chuckles at that and he can imagine her smiling at his reaction.

“Don’t be nervous, corazón. You’re goin’ to do great. You already knock it outta the park at The Whiskey Fox every weekend. This ain’t no different.” It is different and he knows it, but he also knows her and how she tends to overthink to the point of anxiety. “You ridin’ up there all alone?” Not a fan of the idea but he wouldn’t disclose this to her, now when he knows how much it ticks her off. 

“I was gonna hitch a ride with the band, then I remembered I have a car now so I was goin’ to do that but…”

“But?”

“I want you to come with me… if you can.”

The request surprises him, so much so that it prompts him to take a larger drink of his liquor.

“I didn’t scare you off, did I?” She giggles nervously at his prolonged silence.

“No ‘course not. Just figured you’d enjoyed your newfound freedom of being on the road alone.”

“As fun as that sounds, I think it’d ease my daddy’s nerves knowin’ his glorified babysitter was taggin’ along…” Javier feels like there’s more to it than that, especially since she’s always complaining about being under her father’s thumb— only to go on and continue to pacify him. Before he can ask her about it she continues.

“And I’ve never traveled outside of Seminary… well not since I was a little girl. Didn’t really get out much after mom… Just haven’t been outta town in a long, long time.” He can sense her coyness at the admission and it does nothing but persuade him into joining her.

Javi should think it over more, the logistics of him being hours away with Paloma, knowing how ambiguous things are between them. However, he swiftly dismisses his apprehensions, feeling somewhat foolish for blowing what might be a trivial matter, out of proportion.

Especially when she seems so nervous to ask for his company.

Finishing off his drink, Javier leans in deeper to the comfort of his couch and he can hear her soft breaths on the other end of the line, anticipating his response.

“Alright, cariño just tell me what time you need me to be there and I’ll be there.”

[real-life-senshi]

When you see this, post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 of your favourite followers/mutuals!

Thank you @hikamaus for tagging me!

Okay... five songs I listen to... how about five songs I not only listen to but actually StUdIeD because of PGSM Reinako feels? 🤪 I listen to songs more for muses and inspiration for fan video and fanfic writing, instead of following a certain genre or singer/band.

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I'm Here - Aino Minako (Komatsu Ayaka): Hey, this is a PGSM blog, so how can I not mention my favourite character song from the live-action series? Despite I'm Here was never aired in the actual show and only appeared in the special album, once I understood the lyrics, this song immediately had my emotions in a choke-hold. While Sayonara ~Sweet Days was about Minako's thinking about her friends, I'm Here is basically an inner monologue of Minako's true inner feelings that we don't get to explicitly say but implied in canon-PGSM. Listening to it helps me write what I believe to be an accurate depiction of PGSM Minako a lot. Seriously, this is one of my most-listened-to songs and I often play it on loop when writing fanfiction. Here's my proof from iTunes:

What If I Told You - Jason Walker: absolutely gave me Reinko feels when I listen to this song. It's on my to-do list to make a PGSM fan video using this song, but I just never got to it. lol

Sprinters - Kalafina: I don't think I've ever shared this before. This is the song that started me on the path of writing Echoes of Time. The original muse, you can say. Understanding the lyrics on top of loving the moving melody just sends my brain into overdrive building a whole story about Rei and Minako's love story. One day I also want to make a PGSM fanvideo using this song. lol

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer: This song give me a past-life Mars Venus tragic love story vibe.

Destination Nowhere - Erika: This is actually the intro song to Mop Girl, a slightly supernatural mystery JDrama Keiko was the lead actress of in in her early career. While Sprinters was what led to the story of Echoes of Time to form in my head, this song was what started me on the path of imagination, an imagination of what a more mature Rei's adventure would be with her spiritual power. While Keiko's character Momo was extremely goofy and un-Rei like, but the portrayal of her character in the intro sequence, the supernatural vibe and Momo's self-sacrificing heroics in the last episode strongly reminded me of Rei.

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I don't know about "favourites", but I definitely feel like I haven't really recognized some folks who I've been seeing in my activity recurringly.

No pressure for anyone to do this (and I don't know if I'm tagging people's side blogs or main blogs, sorry!), but I'd like to try to reach out to some folks through this, so I'm tagging:

@suzuran-s-rooftop @junpr @ellorgast @ladyloveandjustice @afandomfarfaraway @rainbowxfmuses @smcempathy @fandomfuckery @izazizan @pgsm-gal

Special shout out to @pgsm-gal for being the only live-action focus blog I know that is out there on Tumblr. Funnily enough because I generally only hyper-fixate on the live-action, and most Sailor Moon blogs are anime/manga or mixed focus, I don't follow much Sailor Moon related blogs, and instead my dashboard is filled with other random fandom that I reblog on my main. So I only recently found out and actually took a look at @pgsm-gal, and it's awesome! If somehow folks following me haven't checked out their blog yet, give it a look! We can never get enough live-action PGSM blogs here. It's such a niche in the overall Sailor Moon fandom community. :')

[fictionkinfessions]

Once again, been a while since I commented here but I did wanna share some things with the blog since a few things have happened kin wise.

I'm not gonna go tooooo deep into personal history (the things I'll be confessing here are just the tip of the very deep iceberg) but like. if my friends or people who know me don't already know that this is my tag, it'll be a dead giveaway H

This will be a bit of a ramble but maybe it'll give someone some sort of insight maybe???

A while ago, I kinfirmed Josuke Higashikata from JJBA. Doesn't sound like a big deal at all. Just another, "woohoo! Another to add to the list of lives I've cycled through, I suppose." But in this life it was... rough to accept at first. Lemme explain.

For years it was hard to accept that I may be that flamboyant zesty 90s kid (which is REALLY funny said out of context) due to some bad experience with someone I used to be friends with. We were in a JJBA roleplay together that me and another friend (that I'm still friends with) ran. I played Josuke, they played Kira. Said roleplay fucked me up bad, to say the least.

From that point on after the whole ordeal, I didn't even want to think about kinning Josuke. I think it's because in my mind at the time, that roleplay Josuke that I played was the one I was gonna be, and I didn't want that as my canon. Oh, god, I wanted nothing to do with it. I was so scared of becoming the woobified version of me that this 14 year old roleplayed as that I was essentially blinded by my own bias against me.

Mainly, I was scared of it because what I saw and felt was accurate to things I didn't know were details from my canon were projected onto the characterization. This further pushed the idea that if I somehow kinfirmed Higashikata, then I must be the one I roleplayed as (not true at all).

Some of the things included: I was a lot more caring than canon is, I remember I got a job as a hair stylist, etc etc. It's only natural when you end up a character you roleplayed as has the shit you headcanoned revealing itself to be parts of what you used to be. It's projection. Again, I was so blinded and scared that I was gonna be that woobified uwu pastel one that I played as 14 and didn't even stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I could think about the feelings I had about certain people and events and realize.... whatever angst shitstorm that happened in that roleplay was purely fictional, and that my canon is my own and not what me and some other people made up on the spot as an angst fest.

I harbored this distain for years because I couldn't NOT associate JJBA with that roleplay until one of my friends started to get into it. It was at first to me, "Oh, okay, cool. People can like what they like :] /gen"

And then one of my other friends kinfirmed YOSHIKAGE KIRA. shit was absolutely shocking because one of the main reasons I was so turned away from part 4 was because in aforementioned roleplay, the person who played Kira and was absolutely toxic to me. The weird ass interactions between rp Josuke and rp Kira had like fucked me up pretty bad and as a result I couldn't see Kira the same way for years.

Again, all up until my friend kinfirmed the man and, while not of my canon (unsure what they did in theirs) it clicked that. I NEED to let go of that and see things in a different light. That's my actual friend, a real person, and not some weirdo that another 14 year old roleplayed as and essentially woobified the shit out of. Real ass person, not the same. I needed to drop the grudges.

This is what also made me start to accept--not realize, I'm pretty sure I knew for a long time--that I was Josuke, specifically part 4 Josuke. Everything clicked so hard, for years all the complaints and headcanons I had made so much sense because it WAS me. That abhorred rat episode? Didn't react like that at all. I tried to help those people (and failed). The fact I was so turned away from the 'Josuke becomes a cop' headcanon that I used to see all the time back in like 2019/2020 or something? It was because I didn't become a cop at all! Josuke was like, in essence, my first kin before I even knew what kinning was.

It feels more at peace to leave the trauma behind and instead holding onto it and despising a media that didn't really wrong me itself, but instead the people I used to know back in the day. Leaving it behind and accepting it leads me to new discoveries on all ends, like the fact that the memories I have as Josuke are as vivid as the ones I have as Klavier Gavin. Or, the fact that Josuke feels like a super close kin...

Maybe because for some reason I like to kin really zesty motherfuckers such as Mettaton, Klavier Gavin, and Josuke Higashikata... Fits right in with my kintype flawlessly.

Anyways, I share this all not only to kinfess but to say that, hey if you read it all the way down here... Hi :] I genuinely hope that, if something similar has happened, you're turned away from a character or a media you used to enjoy because of someone... It's okay. Let yourself recover, and don't be afraid if you feel it may be you. It probably is. And if so, whatever headcanons or complete characterization you used to have isn't what your canon's going to 'turn into' when you kinfirm. You are complex and you are your own person. You can't get it all right, especially when you didn't know it was you. Give it another shot, and like I said, take your time to recover. Have a great day!!

(sorry for any bad grammar or misspellings I may not have caught)

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[blackhairedjjun]

about me

i usually go by bhj :) she/her, 21+. my home timezone is utc+8.

this is a sideblog and i am generally uncomfortable sharing my main! if i send asks through anon or don't see my username in your likes, that's why.

my writing specialties are fluff and comfort fics! i also like royalty aus a lot :) i usually write for gender-neutral or fem reader.

guidelines

blog content this blog is sfw. i do post and reblog things with suggestive themes, and these will be tagged as #suggestive. i interact with blogs that do post nsfw, so minors please be careful.

i write for txt only, and this is a yeonjun-focused blog! he's my bias and the member i feel most comfortable writing for. if you want to read fics about the other members, please check out my writer rec list!

dni & boundaries i don't tolerate any form of discrimination and prejudice (sexism, racism, ableism, homophobia / transphobia / any anti-lgbtqia+, extreme nationalism, etc) on this blog.

i block blank blogs and any blogs i suspect to be bots. please personalize your blog before interacting.

minors ok to follow, but i will not complete the mutual.

users who are rude, repeatedly break these guidelines, or make me or anyone else uncomfortable will be blocked.

i block liberally for my own peace of mind. that means i block even blogs that haven't even interacted with me directly, as long as i've seen posts from them that make me uncomfortable in any way. please do not take my blocks personally - "block" does not always mean "you're a bad person and i hate you." sometimes it just means that it's better for us not to interact for my sanity.

requests and soft thoughts i don't take requests - i don't write consistently enough to do them. i accept soft thoughts, which are not fully-written or fully-edited but just me rambling about how i think your idea will go! soft thoughts are short and a little bit descriptive but they're unedited and not as detailed as a full fic. go here for a full explanation of the differences.

fic writing no-no's i do not write: male reader, high school aus, hogwarts aus, pregnancy & parenting, fratboys / fraternities, cheating / infidelity for the main couple, a/b/o, hybrids, highly triggering topics (abuse, traumatic events, specific mental illnesses, suicide, etc.), + tba

please do not request specific features for the reader (e.g. reader of a particular race/ethnicity, nationality, physical appearance, diagnoses, etc.) i don't have the life experience to accurately depict these - if you can, find a writer who actually fits these and read their works instead!

maybes: fantasy, sci-fi, mythology, and historical aus. these require a lot of worldbuilding and research from me, even for soft thoughts, so i'm not guaranteed to answer asks on these.

i reserve the right to turn down asks / soft thoughts requests if i disagree with the idea or if they make me uncomfortable in any way, even if they don't show up in this list.

[wanderingmind867]

I posted 3,204 times in 2022

That's 3,055 more posts than 2021!

732 posts created (23%)

2,472 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,346 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#asd - 703 posts

#my thoughts - 688 posts

#neurodivergent - 658 posts

#autism - 655 posts

#south park - 495 posts

#autistic - 404 posts

#neurodiversity - 252 posts

#random thoughts - 236 posts

#actually autistic - 226 posts

#stan marsh - 198 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i also took sation from avatar: the last airbender and how they based their four elements and kingdoms on real world cultures across asia

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I hate the summertime/the heat and humidity associated with it. The extreme heat makes me feel very tired and upset. Thank heavens for air conditioning, I suppose.

52 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#4

I often worry that I'll never make a friend. The only people I'm close to irl are people either above fifty or just below. My family makes me worry double, because they're always reminding me of this fact and pushing me to make a friend in person.

80 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#3

You know, I had heard there was another musical like Hamilton from the seventies called 1776, so I just went and looked up it's whole soundtrack, and I can safely say I think it's better than Hamilton in many ways.

Although the songs aren't the most catchy songs I've ever heard, they're still pretty good. Although I liked the few songs from Hamilton I did bother listening to, I found the songs from 1776 have more meaningful lyrics and delve into more dark topics.

Although I haven't seen either films movie adaptation, I can definitely say 1776 is far more historically accurate. 1776 doesn't hold back from discussing slavery and the facts that most everyone back then was at least slightly prejudiced. The song "molasses and rum" is proof of that. I've heard 1776 also deals with Thomas Jefferson being a slave owner far better than Hamilton does, although I can't back that claim up because I haven't seen footage with which to compare.

Finally, I'd just to mention that 1776 and Hamilton both have Main characters who are largely forgotten figures in US history: John Adams and Alexander Hamilton, respectively. The difference here is that John Adams is probably one of my favorite founder fathers, if only because both he and his son were abolitionists. Alexander Hamilton, however, was a slave owner and an elitist. Not exactly inspiring stuff, if you ask me.

88 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#2

I'm beginning to contemplate whether a post I saw on Reddit about masturbation acting as a stim has any truth to it. I say this because I'm beginning to look for explanations for my masturbation fixation/addiction/etc. I sometimes masturbate three times a day, something I myself consider abnormal.

Once you take into account my lack of sexual feelings towards anything other than writing (and sometimes photos in combination) alongside a fixation with reading erotica and making myself masturbate, and we might see why I don't truly want to chalk it all up to teenage libido. It very well could just be that, but the simplest solution is the hardest to accept, in my case.

88 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I found this on Reddit, and it explains something about myself I have never quitw been able to articulate:

(It makes just as much sense to say fear of judgement in my case, I think).

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[fuckyeahmadridlegends]

The man who gave his heart to Madrid (literally)

“As for your gentle invitation to becqueath a souvenir of my humble person to the Museum of the Teatro Real, I’ll answer you in al simplicity, even if I’m still alive. My breast still houses that muscular and impulsive dynamo we call heart; there are engraved, with indelible letters, the words Spain, Faith, Gratefulness, Love, which are like the four cardinal points. Well, I have left dispositions in my will for it to be placed near the bust of the divine Gayarre... I hope this will be enough, and I embrace you, and with you I embrace all the people of Madrid...”

Such were the words of the tenor Giuseppe Anselmi in a letter dated June 1925 and adressed to Luis París, then impresario of Madrid’s opera house, the Teatro Real. Born Antonio Giuseppe Anselmi in 1876 in Nicolosi, near Catania, in the East cost of Sicily. Anselmi was one of the most famous tenors of the first half of the 20th Century. After studying violin and piano in the Conservatory of Naples, he joined a troupe of operetta singers. Then legend says he was heard by the music publisher Giulio Ricordi, who advised him to go under vocal training with one of Italy’s most famous conductors, Luigi Mancinelli. Although there are sources that claim he did his debut as early as 1896, his official debut took place in 1900 at the Teatro San Carlo, in Naples.

The tenor soon made his way to the stages of Milan, London, St. Petersburg, Montecarlo, Brussels, Warsaw or Buenos Aires... He was admired because of his voice; it didn’t hurt that he was considered also a matinée idol, with his stage presence and his good looks. Short story, he became extremely popular. However, there was a special place where Anselmi was the absolute king, a place where the audience wouldn’t tire of him. A place where even Caruso failed to make the same impression. And that place was Madrid.

Our tenor made his debut there in January 1907, as Des Grieux in Massenet’s Manon. During eleven years (his last performance in the Teatro Real took place in 1918) he was the city’s favourite tenor. Apart from being popular as an opera singer, he won everyone’s hearts. The above mentioned Luis París considered him a charming lad, sympathetic and candid, humble and a good friend. Humble or not, Peppino Anselmi liked going to festivals in Madrid’s neighbourhoods, enjoying the company of the city’s inhabitants, more than that of the aristocratic salons.

 Anselmi’s career as an opera singer was truncated by First World War, and once it was finished, he barely stepped on a stage again, retiring to Italy, composing and teaching. His love for Madrid remained intact. When in 1924 the museum of the city’s opera house was organized, souvenirs from singers who had performed there started to arrive... And it was then when Anselmi offered his heart, to be placed next to the bust of another legendary tenor, Julián Gayarre. Little he knew that his gift to the city would arrive earlier than expected. Only four years after Anselmi’s offer, he died of pneumonia.

Thus the tenor’s heart started its eventful journey to Madrid, with another tenor (the Spaniard José Riera, one of Anselmi’s pupils) charged with the strange mission of bringing it to Spain. Things where made difficult at the Spanish border. Not impressed with Anselmi’s hommage, the authorities only gave permission to bring his heart to the Antropology Museum, where it remained during a year until Mr. París obtained permission to place it next to Gayarre’s bust. Our impresario left an account of this depressing visit.

Before me I had the only thing left of a good man, of the triumphant singer who was my friend. I remembered the nervous beating of that heart, when, everytime he left the stage, he embraced me, muttering ‘I am so happy, my dear Luis; I am so happy!’ (...)

But this wasn’t the end of the story. War had stopped Anselmi’s career, war almost destroyed his strange legacy. During the Spanish Civil War, the opera house became a munitions depot and, between that and the bombardment of the city, Anselmi’s heart was considered lost. However, it was saved by Fernando José de Larra, the new impresario, after venturing himself through the debris. The damaged opera house was no longer a safe place for what remained of its collections. And thus Anselmi’s heart had to do yet another voyage...

Today, Anselmi’s extravagant offer to the city of his success is housed at the National Museum of Theatre at Almagro, Ciudad Real. Maybe is time to return to Madrid again?

[sunfoxfic]

I was wondering what you thought of reflekdoll👉👈 I have, understandably seen a lot of salt for the writing that episode and I am kind of confused since on one hand - people felt that the episode was really harsh on Adrien and didn't show marinette struggling at all and felt that it was the narrative saying that Adrien was less important or "had it easier", and I can 100% see why someone would think that, but I...had the completely opposite takeaway from the episode dgsjjsjshd and I am kinda puzzled now.

There was a point last summer where "Reflekdoll salt" became a legitimate tag because analysis blogs (good analysis blogs run by good people) were arguing over it so much and they collectively decided. Huh. Maybe we should create a way to filter this off of other people's dashes. I've gotten involved in a lot of discourse but I noped straight outta that one and blocked the tag and I actually had it blocked until I recently deleted the tag from my filtered stuff when I was deleting some spoiler tags and didn't bother to put it there.

Which is to say: I don't have much of a horse in that race.

The main thing I'd say is that if you enjoyed the episode, don't feel bad about it. I enjoyed the episode. It's a fun episode with a lot of really good things about it, no matter where you stand in the debate.

I think it would have been better if that hadn't been the first time they tried cataclysm'ing a sentimonster, I'm going to be honest. If there's one thing I could change about it, that would be it. Making it so that both of them "mess up" with their powers, but Lady Noire genuinely inconvenienced them by using her power wrong, and she didn't have the chance to use it "correctly" later because it's a one-time power. They could have presented that in a different way, to where Lady Noire still messed up, but it wasn't out of ignorance, if that makes sense? If they're going to say "Marinette isn't right for the Black Cat Miraculous," they should at least give her a fair chance to show that.

But, ignoring that, I think that Adrien and Marinette might have both come to the conclusion that Chat has it easier than Ladybug, but I don't think the episode actually demonstrated that. What it demonstrated, more than anything, is that they aren't suited well to the other's powers. Lady Noire spent the entire time more involved in the battle plan than Chat would be; Chat spent the entire time trying to turn his power into the one-and-done sort of thing that the Cataclysm is.

Frankly, to me, I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with Chat Noir's powers being easier; I just don't. People are going to disagree and that's whatever, but there's nothing wrong with someone having an easier power than someone else. And you have to understand that his job isn't limited to using his power. He's the emotional heart of the team, so giving him the time and space to "clown around," and giving him the easier power so he can do that, makes sense.

Likewise, Ladybug is the logical core of the team, so giving her the power that is more involved makes sense. Maybe simplifying it into "easier" and "harder" isn't exactly accurate, but I don't think anyone should get their titties in a twist even if it is true.

[liaromancewriter]

I wanted to tell you that I think you're a great writer and I enjoy your work so much. I'm a writer too, but I don't post much. When I do it doesn't get a lot of attention. I want to try more, but I have terrible imposter syndrome. I am asking some of my favorite writers if they get that too. People say it's common with writers, so I am curious. Thank you for all you do, and you should know your works make me very happy.

Hi Nonny. Thank you for your kind words. I truly appreciate it.

Imposter syndrome is real and especially for fiction writers. Is my voice good enough? Will people enjoy my characters and fall in love with them as much as I do? Will they think my plot is believable or just crap? And so on.

These doubts hold us back from sharing our stories. I stopped writing for almost 15 years because of work and these doubts surfacing every time I thought about writing again. What I’ve learned in the past 1.5 years is that if you let the doubts win then you’ve missed out on a part of yourself, and will regret it.

I’m sorry that your work isn’t getting as much traction. When I started out on Tumblr, I was barely getting 10-15 notes per fic. But I had a story to tell so I kept at it. I learnt that Tumblr is not just a blogging platform, it’s a social media one. This means that we can’t stay in our corner and just write.

We have to build a community, engage with other people (read and reblog their work, send asks, engage in conversation through posts or DMs). Use main tags and character tags to get noticed by casual readers. Eventually, people support you as you support them.

Depending on the fandom, notes aren’t great but they’re also not accurate. There are a lot of silent readers so your work might be getting read and you just don’t know it. In this respect, AO3 and Wattpad allow you to see reads/hits even if someone doesn’t like or comment.

Every writer I know here and in real life has imposter syndrome so you’re definitely not alone.

Don’t feel discouraged. If writing is important to you, keep at it and you’ll find your community. Please tag me in your work and I’ll be happy to read it.

[kitkatopinions]

I wanna become a RWDE blog, but I'm worried that if I do I could start getting harassment. I am aware of this happening in the RWBY fAndom and I want to avoid it.

This is a very valid concern, especially since I heard that you got some hate on a recent RWBY post. That always sucks. And btw, what you said in that post was completely accurate. XD

I can give some advice as a RWDE blog, because when I first started out, I used to get so much hate and RWBY megafans were constantly bothering me in the comments of my posts. It was tiring and sometimes really stressful dealing with them, but I've managed to get to a point where I don't see much from RWBY fans.

The block button is obviously the best tool for avoiding toxic RWBY fans. You shouldn't feel obligated to respond to everyone (or anyone,) or to only block when someone 'earns' it. But this is often a painstaking process of getting attacked, harassed, or bothered in order for people to know who to block. If you'd like, I can try to comb through my blocklist, and make up a list of the people I can remember are bad news and maybe should be blocked pre-emptively. Also, you can block hate anons now, and much of the time, there's one harasser sending multiple anons, so the ability to block them is very handy.

Another thing is that tagging extensively is always better than not tagging a lot. To avoid harassment, I would avoid using any character tag and the main RWBY tag, and instead use not only RWDE, but also RWBY hate, RWBY criticism, anti RWBY, so on and so forth.

A way that some people avoid toxic RWBY fans is to do things like spell RWBY as RVVBY or RW/BY. Because of Tumblr's bad system, people might see posts that have keywords like 'RWBY' when they look it up, even if it isn't tagged with RWBY at all. So this is just a way that people try to get around that.

But, if you don't want to deal with any of that, that's more than understandable. Toxic RWBY fans can get to be a lot, and even when you think you've blocked all of them, more will pop up. Some of them are ridiculously persistent, I literally think one or two of them might be following me right now so they can make posts about my content on whatever anti-RWDE blogs they have. I've learned to kind of laugh it off, though sometimes I have to take breaks here and there and some hate gets to me. But the RWDEdom as a general whole is a great way to express how you feel towards the show, and I really enjoy posting here. Before I started posting, I felt super pent up, and even though I could rant to my sisters (who have a lot of problems with RWBY too,) I felt like I was annoying them or talking about it too much. This is a great outlet and a nice place to vent. If you do decide to start up a RWDE blog, let me know, and I'll give you a follow! :)

[everythingsinred]

Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: The Anime (pt. 1)

I could go on and on about these two and I think I will, just because I don’t often see people talk about the analysis behind them. The meta I have seen about them has included a perspective that equaled the anime and the manga and I don’t think that’s an accurate way of viewing their relationship.

The anime is a different species than the manga, something that frequently happens during the adaptation from page to screen. Since they’re so different, I’ll analyze them separately.

There's going to be many parts to this so I'll keep a table of contents right here so people can more easily navigate (though you can also read through the "let's talk about natsumikan: the anime" tag on my blog):

Anime Analysis

Part 1: Exposition & Episode 7

Part 2: Episodes 8, 9, 10, & 11

Part 3: Episodes 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, & 17

Part 4: Episodes 18 & 19

Part 5: Episodes 20, 21, & 22

Part 6: Episodes 23, 24, 25, & 26 & Conclusion

The anime makes changes, as anime adaptations often do. The most outstanding changes are appearance related, as Natsume now has brown eyes instead of red, in addition to other characters who have hue-shifted eyes and hair. But there are also story changes, and I’ll be focusing on the changes that occur, specifically in regards to Natsume and Mikan and their relationship.

For one, their relationship starts evolving much earlier in the anime. I think it’s pretty undeniable that in the anime, Natsume started liking Mikan at the end of the dodgeball game. That scene never happened in the manga, but in the anime, it’s a crucial step in making sure nothing seems too sudden or forced.

The anime is 26 episodes long. If Natsume only starts liking Mikan after she saves him during the Reo Arc, then we’re already halfway through the show when positive feelings between the two appear. On the other hand, the feelings develop more slowly in the manga because there’s more time to properly develop the relationship in a more drawn out way.

My analysis will start with the anime, because it’s shorter and easier to discuss.

Exposition

It’s impossible to say that the anime was completely loyal to the manga. It very frequently couldn’t be, because it needed to fill in time in episodes or give closure early before the manga even addressed it (Natsume’s backstory in the anime, for instance, is vaguely referred to and implies deviation from the manga).

The most obvious difference between the manga and the anime from the get-go is visual. Not only do they have differing art styles (I don’t dislike the anime style but Higuchi Tachibana’s art style is so distinct and unmistakable while the anime’s isn’t so unique), but the setting is also different.

While the manga started in the depth of winter, the anime starts off in summer/fall. It always struck me as odd that while the first page of the manga has Mikan running after Hotaru in full winter-wear, the anime starts off warm and idyllic. You could almost think of that as a general warning for the difference between the anime and the manga. After all, while the anime has a reputation for being a cutesy and upbeat story about friendship and magical powers, the manga is much darker and discusses many morbid and depressing themes that can and WILL fuck you up. Warm vs. cold seems like an accurate difference, though I don’t think that was intentional.

We see way more of the village life in the anime, including Mikan’s efforts to keep the school from closing. This is a welcome change because Mikan’s passion to keep the school open is nothing compared to her friendship with Hotaru, and even after the school is saved, she runs away to see her friend, even if it means she goes to another school. The manga doesn’t imply that Mikan knew already about the school’s fate, and since she is always so preoccupied with Hotaru anyway, we don’t really get the impression that she cares very much. To Anime!Mikan, Hotaru is more important than saving the school, something she was so passionate about she rallied to get signatures. It’s an extra scene to prove just how much Hotaru matters to Mikan, and to show even more how selfless Hotaru was to go to Alice Academy, since she knew how much the school mattered to Mikan.

“Sign my petition to get a Gakuen Alice anime reboot!!!”

My boy Natsume is only introduced properly in the second episode, when we actually see his face and he speaks. His appearance is different from the manga’s too. I’m not sure if this was to appeal to a younger audience or what, but Natsume’s eyes are changed to brown instead of their iconic red, something that was always my biggest peeve about the anime adaptation. His hair is also somewhat purplish instead of entirely grey/black and, although this does bother me a lot less than the eyes, I wonder why they made this change when other characters have black hair. It might have been to differentiate him from Hotaru, another main character with black hair, though I’ve never had issue in the manga telling them apart.

His first interaction with Mikan is a lot more pleasant in the anime than in the manga, although that’s not really saying anything. Mikan’s skirt simply falls off and Natsume draws attention to it, rather than the unpleasant events that took place in the manga. This different event makes it a lot easier to support a relationship between the two of them right off the bat. They are still antagonistic but it’s not as terrible as it is in the manga. This makes it easier to establish romantic feelings earlier on, and might have been changed in order to achieve just that, or possibly also to appeal to a younger audience. Maybe both? Who knows.

“You can’t sit with us!”

With Natsume presented the way he is in the anime, it’s easier to make the claim that he’s simply a good guy who acts the way he does to protect people. And it’s true! He is! But he is also so much more. In the manga, he’s a more complicated character. Although he is a good person, he still requires character development, which is something he does go through, and something I’ll talk about more in his meta analysis later.

Most of the events at the beginning of the anime parallel the events of the manga. Mikan goes to Alice Academy at the same time of year, Natsume shows up with an explosion, Mikan has to go through the Northern Woods, she discovers her powers in her fight with Natsume, etc. Some of the continuation from episode to episode is different than the transitions between chapter to chapter, there’s extra scenes inserted to fill up time, and some of the exposition seems strangely presented (in the anime, Mikan finds out more about the school when she finds Narumi and Iinchou waiting for her at a tea party, which is…. Super weird…), but all in all the information and events are mainly the same. The big differences start with the dodgeball episode.

“Look how happy she is. Makes me wanna barf.”

Episode 7 vs. Chapter 9

I love the dodgeball episode. I feel like for the most part, the anime does deviation from the manga pretty well. With the last arc as an exception, I generally enjoy their changes and additions to the plot. The anime has to be different, has to progress at a different pace, has to introduce topics at different times. They have an episode to fill, and less time to build relationships. Natsume and Mikan are both different characters in the anime but it’s very subtle and has to happen due to the fact that the anime is shorter and seems more designed for younger audiences, in addition to wrapping up before the manga could explore more of the story.

Anyway, let’s talk about the dodgeball episode. AGAIN THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN IN THE MANGA THE SAME WAY so when discussing NatsuMikan as a concept, the anime events cannot be treated the same as the manga events. A lot of people maybe forget that the manga is very different than the anime when it comes to this episode. I see the two media conflated in plenty of fanfics, where seventeen year old NatsuMikan reflect on the dodgeball game from their youth that changed everything, and I get it because the anime version of the dodgeball game is cute! It's shippy! It's fun! But it doesn't happen in the manga the same way.

There's a similar trope with the sakura tree, which I can only remember from the anime, and yet it's such a fundamental aspect of NM fanfic it might as well have played a vital role in both anime and manga. Nothing wrong with any of this, of course. I'm just making it clear that my analysis will cover the two media as separate for the sake of a cohesive essay. Separating them in fanfic is far less important.

This look could probably kill someone. I’m surprised Mikan is still alive, TBH.

The chapter’s focus is Mikan starting to feel more at home in Class B, making friends with her once-hostile classmates, but the episode is more preoccupied with Natsume and Mikan’s perspectives on each other. While in the manga, the game ends with a tie and Mikan accidentally hits Hotaru in the face with the ball, the anime draws out the game to fill an episode and to introduce an evolution in the way Natsume sees Mikan. The first part of the anime episode is Mikan introducing her friends to her new senpai, Tsubasa. After she invites her friends, we see Natsume glowering at her and promptly ditching the next class, saying to Ruka that he can’t stand being in the same class as her. This addition to the plot already foreshadows that their relationship will change in some way by the end of the episode.

Tsubasa tells a frustrated Mikan that if she wants Natsume to be less unpleasant, he’d need to release some of his toxic energy. Thus, the sporty Mikan introduces the concept of dodgeball to the unwelcoming class. When they finally agree, Natsume gives one condition: that they play with the notorious Alice Ball, which is powered by the thrower’s alice (a detail absent from the manga). This Alice Ball is particularly terrifying with the threat of Natsume’s dangerous fire alice. Mikan also needs to get more people on her team, another aspect absent from the manga. While in the manga, Mikan only had her few friends on her team (including a wandering Ruka) and this ended up playing to her advantage, the anime has a humorous plot of Mikan tracking players down for her team, including a fake mustache she makes with her pigtails (she’s so cute, I love her), paying Hotaru to be on her team, and blackmailing Ruka to participate. This was mainly to fill time, but it makes the dodgeball game more important as well.

In the manga, we don’t see how the game ends, just that the teams tied and that everyone in class is having fun and bonding. In the anime, more emphasis is put on the “Mikan vs. Natsume” aspect, so a tie like the manga’s would be anticlimactic. Thus, the anime concludes the dodgeball game with Mikan and Natsume being the only kids left on the court, and Natsume not using his alice when he throws the Alice Ball. Even Hotaru leaving the game is something she does out of boredom instead of injury, further separating the other characters from the plot. It’s about Natsume and Mikan, and everyone else is mostly a side character. (Though Ruka also plays a vital role to this episode AND chapter, and it’s at this point that I think he started developing real feelings for Mikan as well. So when it comes to the anime, he and Natsume fall for Mikan around the same time, but in the manga, Ruka likes her first and the “he liked her first” argument for Natsume vanishes, though he never had that “advantage” to begin with.)

“Thank you!”

Natsume wins (something that shocked me at twelve years old) and is ready to walk away with his handy “tch” and all but Mikan thanks him for not using his alice and he goes off on her, demanding to know why she’s still smiling despite her loss. She says she’s happy that he had fun and was involved with the rest of class for once, and that in a way that means she wins. For Anime!Natsumikan, this is it. This is the turning point. “I just wanted you to be happy and have fun,” is what Mikan might as well be saying. “Really, this was all for you!” It’s sweet and it’s thoughtful and I don’t think Natsume ever imagined he’d be on the receiving end of her kindness, especially after all their beef. Manga!Mikan would probably not say these things to him, even if she meant them, for the sole reason that Mikan is stubborn and holds onto her pride, especially when it comes to her early relationship with Natsume, but Anime!Mikan is much more forgiving and much more willing to extend an olive branch, like in the dance episode. In any case, Natsume starts falling right then, and it’s obvious too, because he is pissed, and even more angry because he’s not even mad at her. He’s angry with himself for his change of opinion. This is the girl he was fully content to hate forever and yet here he was, starting to like her. Not ideal.

This scene, something so crucial to the development of Anime!Natsumikan, is completely absent from the manga. In the manga, Natsume still dislikes her by the end of the game although he does have fun.

He's not angry, just disappointed. In himself.

I’m not going to say one is better when it comes to starting up NatsuMikan because they’re very different creatures and I actually thoroughly enjoy both.

Anyway, the NatsuMikan after episode 7 is almost the same as in the manga, but the events carry a different weight since we know Natsume likes Mikan now (even if he would never admit it).

Summary

I hope this first part was interesting, and that it introduced the idea of Anime!NatsuMikan as being a little different from the manga's version. Yes, it is more or less the same story, but with so many thematic and plot changes, they take a different form as well, in a perhaps more subtle way, kind of like a slightly canon divergent fanfic. Fanfic where Natsume starts liking Mikan a bit earlier on in the story.

Next Part ->

[a-master-procrastinator]

Get to know the blogger

Tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad (thank you ♥)

1. Why did you choose your url?

Tbh I just wanted to change my previous url to something funny. I don't think current url is funny, but at least it's accurate (procrastination is probably the only thing I've mastered).

2. Any sideblogs?

Two: @local-star-wars-kinda-nerd (it's supposed to be my non-SWTOR blog, but I very inactive there, even if I have things to post), and @spacetagram (blog for my SW version of Instagram, but I'm also not posting often. Though I want to be more productive there. have anyone seen my motivation).

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Created account sometime in 2018, started posting somewhere mid-2019, so not for very long time.

4. Why did you originally start your blog?

My memory doesn't give me a certain answer, unfortunately (it was awkward at the beginning, so I guess my brain pushed memories away). Maybe because I've been seeing SWTOR blogs with their cool OCs and other SWTOR related posts, so I decided to share my SWTOR stuff.

5. Why did you choose your icon?

Because I'm sort of proud of that edit with Jett, plus she's basically main character here (but sometimes I change icons just because I want icon to match with new color schemes for blog).

6. Why did you choose your header?

Because I adore this commission from @palepinkycat ♥ (though I'll probably change sometime soon).

7. What is your post with the most notes?

This one

ofc it's a meme, I wouldn't expect anything else

8. How many mutuals do you have?

Tbh I'm still not sure who's considered a mutual (does it count even if we've never talked? or if we haven't interacted in months?), but I think there are more than 3, which is surprising, knowing that I can't maintain interactions well.

9. How many followers do you have?

215, wow (it's a lot to me). Some of them are inactive, but it's ok.

10. How many blogs do you follow?

101. Huh, I thought this number was higher.

11. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Some of my very first posts were shitposts (probably), so shitposting is the name of the game.

12. How many times do you use tumblr a day?

Uuhhhh... a lot. It's one of my 2 main social media now (the other is reddit), which probably says something about me, but these two are more comfortable for me.

13. Have you ever fought another blog?

People do that? Even so, I haven't because one of reasons why I moved to tumblr is avoiding constant fights and toxicity of Russian-speaking platforms, so I don't need that again tyvm.

14. How do you feel about “need to reblog” posts?

50/50. I don't mind them (because more often than not it's important), but I admit - I pretty much never reblog them (recent months aside, and even during that time I didn't it often). Mainly because I want to relax and not think about real world for some time.

15. Do you like tag games?

Y E S! I always get excited when I get tagged, and then passing it on (though thinking about who to tag is a struggle sometimes).

16. Do you like ask games?

Apply previous answer here.

17. Which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

Maybe no one, but how'd I even know?

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I don't have a crush on mutual, but I love you all ♥ (it makes sense in my head).

I don't know who hasn't been tagged yet, so leaving it open (also coz no energy to think, sorry).

[holdmybvbeer]

I was tagged by @hungrigbuffel. Thank you! 😊

1. Why did you choose your url?

Jude Bellingham made me do it. He's holding my bvbeer.

2. Any side blogs?

I have one other account only to separate the porn blogs I follow from my other follows. So far it's an empty blog, but I'm probably gonna reblog stuff there soon.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

The first time I've been on tumblr was idk 10 or 11 years ago for TVD? Wasn't very active tho. Came back sporadically for different things. Regularly here for sports since 2018? Actively posting since 2019.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I use #queued. My first queue tag used to be "#queue-ce que c'est" but tumblr doesn't remember hyphens and apostrophes, so it became a hassle to use it.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I made this account to follow Amy 🥺 (@footballffbarbiex) Started following more sports blogs and decided at some point that I wanted to interact with some of them and start my own blog to yell about athletes.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Fell in love with Oscar. Gave him a Christmas hat.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Wanted my header to match my url.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

M*nuel Ne*er and his gay captain's band. I'm still sad Emre throwing N*ymar isn't my most popular post anymore :(

9. How many mutuals do you have?

82 (or more, not sure how accurate tumblr is if I follow someone's side blog and they follow me from their main)

10. How many followers do you have?

1012

11. How many people do you follow?

182

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Half of my original posts are shitposts

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Do you not see me being online all day every day

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Yup. But except for a few comments telling people how horrible I think their opinion is, I keep that shit private.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Scroll past, don't reblog. I don't have to do shit.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! I love tag games, but I often forget to do them :(

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

What exactly is tumblr famous

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Amy 💍

I am tagging @checkingthetime @hungrigbuffel @lawsandother @meteora-fc @niklasuele and everyone else who wants to do this. Feel free to ignore (or forget like I do 😂)