#should I really tag OE?

[bloomblanche]

Ok!! New headcanon!

Those who have seen my Cirraling lore thread might remember this god of food and plenty based off of whale falls. It grants eternal satiety to those who died of hunger, and eternal hunger to those who lived greedily.

Well, I'll add more lore to it!

During the mammalian era, whale falls were an essential source of nutrition to the creatures of the deep. Today, only a few proofs that they once existed can be found. Their extinction is actually one of the main reasons why the fauna moved to shallower waters.

Historically, the Whale God would feed the deep sea denizens with its bones (whale falls) and its flesh (marine snow). So, why did the whale falls disappear while the marine snow remained? The answer varies greatly depending on the culture and location of who you're asking.

Some say that the god has no more bones to spare. Some say that it's tired or nearing the end of its life. Others say that it's testing their resilience or punishing them for a major wrongdoing. A rare few say that the snow will end soon, since the god left them long ago.

LOUIE ZONG!! HIS NEWEST VIDEO!!!! IT'S ABOUT DEEP SEA CREATURES!!! WHALE FALLS!! IM GOING INSANE AGAGSHSH RJRJRJRJ!!! THE VIBES!! THE V I B E S!!!!! PERFECT INSPIRATION FOR MY SPLATOON DEEP SEA HEADCANONS!! I AM SO SO HAPPYYYYYYY!!!!! HQHDJRJRI!!

[neteyamssyulang]

Make up sex/Hair pulling

Day 14 & 15 combined

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem tawtute reader

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, slightly upset reader, P in V, Belly buldge, Creampie, Small praise, I think that’s all?🥲

Word count: 815

Translation(s): Syulang -> Flower, Nalor -> Beautiful, a'txe oe -> forgive me, Tsakrr syor yawntutsyìp -> then relax darling, Te knalu -> oh fuck, Yawne -> beloved.

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t been posting a lot of the event, I haven’t had much motivation really :/ this might be shit so I’m also sorry for that 😭

Tagging @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @kia-wolfie @loaksulluyswife @anemonelovesfiction @sinful-tawtute @bambithewriter @tallulah477

Things had been heated for awhile between you and your mate, one could say you were overreacting while others could say you were in the right.

Well in this cause it was most likely overreacting but did you care? No, not one bit. You know what you saw.

You were weaving a new armband for Lo’ak since he wanted one to give to Tsireya when Neteyam walked into the shack, eyes roaming till they locked onto you.

With only a few strides while hunched over, he made his way over to you, moving to sit on your bed criss crossed.

Giving only a small glance his way, you went back to work on the armband making him sigh.

“Syulang..” he started, reaching forwards to place his hand on your thigh “I’m sorry, whatever I did I apologize.”

When you said nothing, instead choosing to keep your focus on the task in hand Neteyam couldn’t take anymore.

He grabbed the half finished armband, throwing it somewhere off to the side before pushing you onto your back while climbing ontop of you.

“Neteyam what the fu-” you tried to speak but was cut off by him placing his hand ontop your mouth, “No, I do not want to hear anything come out of that mouth unless it’s an apology for being a brat to me when I did not even do anything!” he hissed.

Well if he didn’t let some no good bitch touch him you wouldn’t be acting like this. Nevertheless, you decided to apologize about it.

Tapping his hand, you waited till he removed it before speaking “You’re right..I’m sorry Teyam. But if you didn’t let that girl touch you I wouldn’t be like this, you know how I feel about her!”

Neteyam sighed “Ma’nalor y/n, if you had stayed longer you would have seen that I kept removing her hands from me. I would never do that to you.”

Eyes softening you lifted a hand, placing it on his cheek “I’m sorry Ma’teyam.. I never should have acted that way towards you, a'txe oe”

You see a mischievous glint flash across his eyes at your words, “Tsakrr syor yawntutsyìp” he purred.

Leaning back on his heels, he used one of his sharp claws to slice through your clothing careful to not cut you in the process.

Once all your tattered clothing was off you, he took a second to admire your body before removing his loincloth and situating himself between your legs.

Placing his right hand by your head to hold himself up, he used his left to rub the head of his cock against your clit gathering your slickness onto it.

A soft moan left your lips as your hands wandered up his broad chest, eventually resting on his shoulders.

Notching himself with your entrance, Neteyam began to slowly push inside. His tail lashing behind him while his teeth grit together, it didn’t matter how many times you two fucked, you still felt so tight each time which drove him crazy.

You groaned feeling yourself being stretched and filled to the brim with his cock, the ridges dragging perfectly against your gummy walls and creating a noticeable buldge to form in your tummy.

Once bottoming out, Neteyam stayed still allowing you to adjust to him. His ears twitching slightly at your small groans, leaning down he pressed a soft kiss against your lips then began trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck where he sucked and nipped at the flesh.

Tapping his shoulder to give the ok, you mewled as he pulled out little ways before shoving himself back in, starting a rough pace.

The bed creaked and banged against the wall profoundly while the space filled up with your moans in addition to his groans. His tail moved to subconsciously wrap around your ankle as he closed his eyes letting the pleasure course through him.

You moaned and whined, it never took long for the knot to start forming inside you making your eyes roll back.

“Te knalu..” Neteyam moaned, feeling your walls tighten around him as you neared your climax. Quickly he opened his eyes, pulled out and flipped you over onto all fours before pushing back inside.

His left hand now held onto your hip while his right trailed up your back, leaving goosebumps in its wake until grabbing a fistful of your hair pulling your head back.

You whimpered, your back being forced to arch slightly against him. “Cum for me yawne” he murmured, needing you to finish before him.

As if on cue your climax washed over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as your walls pulsated around his cock. Neteyam hissed as he reached his own climax, spilling his seed deep inside your warmth.

“Good girl.. such a good girl you are for me” he praised, still breathless from what just happened.

[catchyhuh]

If each of them would ever have YouTube / Tik Tok account... What would their content be?

i tried so hard to really and truly answer this but i just kept thinknf of this throughout

lupin: started as a joke but he IS having fun with it. he’s mostly just fucking around there’s like NO production quality there it’s just. viddy oe. and thats the case whether its youtube OR tiktok, either way it’s going to be quick cutesy spur of the moment junk. if he ever really went all out, he might make some kinda digital calling card (he has made video cards before to inform his targets he’s about to rob their asses lmao) but it’d be some stupid hilarious shit. like imagine those video wedding/graduation invitations with the poorly animated stock resources and generic acoustic guitar music. text slides in that says “i want that statue dumbass” (cymbal fade sfx) “so yeah i’ll be taking that” (dramatic text pan) “seeya thursday, can’t wait :)”

jigen: no profile pic no real username. just like jigen76943 with the blue j icon. NO tiktok. NO tiktok for our guy. insists lupin shouldn’t be using tiktok either as its shortening his already horrible attention span. jigen doesn’t really post videos too much, but if he does it must be something very important to him, really only uploaded so he doesn’t lose it. there’s a handful of videos from some of their vacations (whether its an intended vacation or just ‘oh shit we’re in spain. we should have fun with this’ type deal) but it’s almost all privated. he’s not really showy about stuff like that

fujiko: she had a momentary lapse of judgment when making it, because she thought, easy way to sucker in idiots and make some money off that ad revenue. but also… do you REEEALLY want the world knowing exactly where you are, what you’re doing, at any given moment? well. no. but if you heavily screen every tiny fraction of your video before even THINKING of posting it, maybe nobody will be able to tell you’re literally sitting inside the taj mahal. posted a makeup tutorial once while she was already wearing a full face of less obvious makeup just because it was funny to her to see comments insisting she was so much prettier “without makeup.” so yeah like everything else in her life she’s found a way to rig this for money and her own personal entertainment

goemon: Nay. you know i don’t personally subscribe to the “goemon cant understand ANY technology he’s so archaic teehee” philosophy, but this ain’t even about that, it’s about the fact that goemon is the only one who’s initial reaction was “you want me, a wanted criminal, tagging the people i have been around and locations i have been to? for ‘clout’????” at best he just uses jigen’s phone to watch random stuff that interests him, and like, he’s not PHYSICALLY RECOILING when fujiko tries to show him a funny tiktok, he enjoys the fun of it. but he’s not making one, and if he has anything to say about it, he will not be featured in lupin’s bullshit

zenigata: doesn’t even have his own. he’s like a background feature when (SURPRISE YATA SNEAK ATTACK) yata posts. yata will be like “wow the louvre!!! look!” and take a lil video and zenigata’s just in the background looking bored out of his mind. in the louvre. he’d never BULLY zeni into participating, but once yata becomes aware of the fact people are playing where’s waldo with his stuff, he might try to have fun with it. q&a with the inspector. share some life advice with the audience. and the whole time zenigata’s like “um. uh. don’t break the… law?” and the commenters eat it UP. zenigata thinks its stupid but he tells yata he’s doing it because yata enjoys it, and that's it. however secretly you know he’d fucking love the attention

so final verdict: unfortunately i believe all of these people would be baffled and horrified if i explained how many times i've rewatched defunctland's disney channel theme video in full. but they could have a little fun with it

[thedogeveryonehates]

Im trying to find one of my posts to show to my friend and tumblrs search function is really fucking me 😭 i guess i didnt tag it properly but still i should be able to find it by searching key words on the blog search. It was when i wrote like 'call me an orc helmet the way i make your toes curl oe smth' and i cant believe i lost it 😢

[stingrayloveblog]

Reading the tags about ded, while you're not entirely wrong there I feel like it was kind of hamstringed by how maybe (at least going by 2's QnA) Iso Padre wouldn't have any real reason per-say to be with the OtH and 8 team afterwards. He found their goal fascinating but not much more really. He probably rode that subway for 5 more years until he finally found purpose, ambiguous as said answer is.

Personally even if dedf1sh was not a png and was just a Turquoise October situation with pure album art they still likely would've added in a sanitized octo anyway to be like "hey Marina did in fact have more friends down underground" and to still showcase that idea of curing the sanitized through a roguelike experience. As 'physical evidence' that Marina's theory does have merit.

That's just me though, I wouldn't know what goes through storyboards or whatever. I'm just saying that if they wanted to avoid a CQ Cumber/ORCA situation they only had two choices: Iso Padre, who could be part of the self discovery journey (and would have even more awkward silence since he sticks out like a sore thumb and is ironically more connected to Cuttlefish then he is Off the Hook. Also elevator and big guys hard /j), or a sanitized octoling, not necessarily dedf1sh, but purely because we see and fought them in OE, so now that opens up so many to-be named faces who Marina likely once knew underground and again, is physical evidence that Marina's plan can work.

Overall conclusion? They would've been the 4th wheel in the Marina/Pearl watch fest and not likely have been able to contribute to much no matter who got the spot.

Yeah yeah but the problem with sanitized octolings that i have brought up like a billion times already if anyone even bothers to pay any attention is that they RETCONNED how it works. Knowing anything about octo expansion in and out of the game tells you exactly how it works and the conclusion marina comes to in side order is NOT it. Besides, youre also missing the fact that i literally admitted my hatred for dedf1sh was initially completely petty, i was just sick of seeing people push aside an actual character for a literal png, so you could imagine what it felt like for that very thing to actually canonically happen. Also, iso padre having less synergy with oth is another glaring issue with side order: it should not just be about whether these characters can have haha funny conversations with each other. It couldve been more in depth, make it truly about EVERYONE kamabo co screwed over and not JUST people marina knew. Because, again, if they hadnt retconned sanitization, you would know there is quite literally no hope for them (not to mention they dont even show any proof of it working in game if you pay any actual meaningful attention). It just made it all seem like they wanted to have a randomly popular character to do fuck all and in order to justify it they had to jump through several hoops. Plus, all of that ended up being completely meaningless once you take alterna into account and it just seems like the devs goal was to jingle some keys in front of people and unfortunately that seems to have worked extremely well for the lot of you. Also i literally dont care that acht was standing around during grandfest that is literally the least of my concerns.

[otome-mondays]

Sympathy Kiss First Impressions

Welcome to the third first impressions post! I tried to play this game simultaneously with the r/otomegames subreddit’s play along, but work got really busy for me. If you’d like to see my more in depth thoughts on my first impressions, please go check out the subreddit. I’m u/otome-mondays. Also, please look up trigger warnings for any potentially triggering content! As usual, this post is all over the place, contains spoilers, and is not overly formatted/proofread/etc.

I started playing this game on February 26, 2024 when the game’s English localization was released. I stopped this post at the end of the common route. For this post, my most anticipated route will be marked with ✨ and least with 💥.

General Thoughts

I’m not a fan of having an eyeless MC, but that’s never stopped me from playing an otome before. It’s just a little…off…to me. I really like Oe so far, she’s my favorite at the moment. I don’t like how quiet the main character is? Even when she’s supposed to be interacting with the characters, we don’t get much on actual spoken dialogue. Also she doesn’t have a name tag so I’m prone to forgetting her name way more than I should. Me being me, I constantly have to point out any connections I see. In this game they use the messaging app RiNG, which is also used in the Lover Pretend universe…I’m connecting these two as in the same universe thank you very much. Why are the girls in this game so stunning, it’s basically unfair they don’t have routes. That would be an interesting thing for Otomate to do, doubt they would, but I’d be all for it. It’s nice that we have an MC who isn’t a teenager, I feel like most otomes I’ve played lately have 16-18 year old protags.

Mitsuki

Wasn’t expecting his voice to be what it is, but it does fit I think. This tells me I need to actually look at the voice actors more often lol. He’s kinda annoying. He’s definitely a genki archetype, which I usually don’t gravitate towards. He’s at least comedic enough that I can start to enjoy him as a character.

Kohei

Well isn’t he a ball of rainbows and sunshine! I really hope I don’t end up mostly annoyed by most these characters but so far we’re 3/6 on the I’ve decided they’re annoying to some extent. Oh my god he’s so annoying. It’s like he’s a middle schooler who made not liking people their one personality trait. I’m begging this game to have pulled a Zafora-style tsundere with him at least because then I’ll at least enjoy his route.

Yoji

Oh my god he’s annoying. It was nice of him to buy her juice but wow I already hate him lol. Greatttt he’s gonna be her boss. Can’t wait to deal with his crap he’ll inevitably bring. His voice sounds familiar…is he voiced by the same guy who voiced Tsukuyomi from Olympia and Ankou from Virche? …oh my god he is ok maybe I can end up liking him. I’m going to take this time an actually look at the actors for the LIs. I’m really trying but I CANNOT stop hearing Ankou and thinking Ankou is here I’m so sorry Yoji. He’s actually growing on me.

Rokuro ✨

He seems way nicer AND not annoying compared to most the others I’ve seen so far! I also do recognize that his actor voiced Hugo from Virche, so bonus points there. Ok yeah definitely a pretty interesting character. He seems very nice so I’m excited for his route!

Nori

Oh no everybody it’s a pretty boy with piercings…and is that a tattoo? Well I have a good idea of who my fav might potentially be. Oh my god he’s adorable. I am in love with his design. He seems very nice! This is one of the weirdest and most irrelevant things for me to point out, but I think it’s kinda funny he has a beauty mark in the same general area that my own is in lol. He’s got the bare necessities of social interaction and I love him for that. Ngl, I am concerned for this dude. Ok…yeah now I’m getting some slight red flags lol.

Shuya 💥

He’s interesting enough, I currently can’t really see him in a “oh yeah that’s definitely a love interest” so we’ll see if that changes. He feels more like a side character I enjoy type of character. I can already understand the appeal to Shuya as a LI even though I know like 2 things about him, but he’s not typically the type of character I go for as far as I’m aware.

Warning: Theories on secret routes

So I’m trying to go in blind for the most part on who the secret characters are, but it’s obvious one is gonna be that one brunette guy the works in the same company as Rokuro (wow my remembering names is not working tonight) and I’m like 80% sure on the other one being YOFY? I’m not gonna go out of my way and confirm this so for those who have finished the game by the time this post goes up or are aware, be aware of that lol. Also, I’m assuming this post will be up after I discover who the secret routes are, but please refrain from telling me until you see that the game has left my currently playing or if you see me talk about it on reddit :)

[feralfemc]

shinji getting his shit together to heal juuuuust barely enough + avoiding dying so that he can get better in the months following? probably unrealistic. am i going to write it into my canon? yeah because fuck you

[chardou15]

Shattered Memories - Ch. 5

Chapter summary: Nuyia wasn't ready to meet her mother in Eywa and felt that she has no right to connect with Eywa, but she had to show that all to Miles. Due to Eywa's blessing Nuyia and Miles have the right to connect with Trees of Souls and Voices. Quaritch discovered that Eywa exists.

Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC

[1,578 words]

Chapter 4. |

Oel ngati kameie. - I see you

Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... - Nuyia, my daughter

Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä - I waited for you

'Upe? - What?

Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun - No, my daughter. I couldn't

Sa'nok - Mother

Oe omun. Oe txopu sì - I know. I'm afraid.

Ngenga ve'ki oe... - That you hate me...

Ngaytxoa - I'm sorry

TW: cursing, manipulation

@missroro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

If someone wanna be tagged, write to me!

A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish). Text in green is spoken by souls in Eywa.

"I'm not ready to do that..." Nuyia looked at the Tree of Voices nearby Hometree. She felt uneasy. "I know I have no right to connect. I'm not... I'm not one of The People anymore."

Miles stood next to her, folding his arms.

"You have. You forgot? Eywa blessed us. You should connect to the Tree of Voices and meet your mother. Talk with her, explain everything." Quaritch looked at her, seeing her worries and sadness. He knew she want to connect but Nuyia was afraid.

Nuyia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You don't even believe in Eywa, Miles. I killed my own mother, understand? I'm not ready to do that. And probably I will never be ready."

Miles lay one of his huge hands on her shoulder and squizzed gently.

"No, you didn't. You were just a child, a 17-years old girl. Now, you have a chance to fix that mess, Nuyia. You have a chance to talk with your mother somewhere out there in Eywa or whatever. Leap the fuckin' chance!"

She sighed.

"It's not that simple. Especially I must show you how we, Na'vi, connect. You have to connect with the Tree of Voices too to hear our ancestors. If you really want to become one of The People, you must understand our culture, way of life, Eywa. You have to believe. But you don't believe it. You still make fun, Miles. Did you forget our lessons? When I showed how to feel the ground under your feet? How to hear the sounds of the jungle? Remind that, Miles. You were so proud of yourself. And I was proud of you too. I hoped you are not as stupid as I thought. But now... I don't see you in Eywa, Miles. It seems that you are just making fun of that all. We are in Tipani since the last circle of dawns and eclipses. And still... You still don't make any progress. Eywa blessed us almost half of the circle ago. Atxo was right. You are stupid as a rock."

When Miles heard Atxo's name, he caught Nuyia's hand, walking directly to the Tree of Voices. His jaw was set. Atxo has pissed him off. During that period of time since Miles and Nuyia are blessed by Eywa, Beyda'amo's son has become more and more pushy, arrogant, and confident. He won with Miles only once and Quaritch has started to train more and more intensively. Miles had scars on his torso and arms, even on his face - on the right side under the eye, on the cheek. Nuyia saw how Miles ran, hoisted up on branches, and practiced fighting with blades, clubs, and staffs. She noticed that he had an extreme talent for the second to last one. Miles was tall even as a Tipani Na'vi and much more muscular.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't answer. "Miles!"

Finally, he stopped and took his queue.

"Show me everything. Show me how to connect to the ancestors. Show me Eywa, Nuyia. But first, talk with your mother. If Eywa really exists, your mother is with her. Take your braid and connect with the fuckin' tree!"

"I have no reason to show you that. You don't understand. You will better train to defend Atxo as you did earlier."

"Sänume said..." He began.

"I know what she said!" Nuyia shouted at him. "But I'm not going to show you that! You know why. Because you don't even try to believe."

"What a stubborn, tiny woman... I'm not as stupid as you think, Nuyia." Miles took his queue and slowly connected to the tree. His pupils became bigger. Miles opened his mouth, shocked. Nuyia knew that he has heard the ancestors.

Quaritch heard everything - the voices many of people. Their happiness, worries, and pain. He heard the war's sounds, killing people. Bulldozers, ships, AMP suits, flamethrowers... And screams. So many screams. He felt the death of The People - children, women, and men. He felt pain, terror, and hatred for Sky People. He felt that all simultaneously. Quaritch's hands have shaking, and his green-yellow eyes moved from left to right. Miles became pale. and finally, he fell down on his knees. Slowly he disconnected from the Tree, shivering.

"Ma Eywa, Miles! Are you okay?! You are so pale... What happened?" Nuyia squatted next to him, laying her hands on his cheeks. His skin was warm and sweaty, but he has no temperature. He was just shocked.

Miles looked at Nuyia, resting his forehead on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

"I heard everything. I heard the ancestors. I heard their memories from the war sixteen years ago. I felt their death, Nuyia. I felt their death, pain... Everything. I felt what humans did. And now... I know you were right. Eywa is real. I felt her too. And I feel her now. On the ground under my knees, in my nose. Even in my eyes. Finally... Finally, I've became to understand that phrase.

"What phrase?" She looked at his eyes which became really huge and round.

"You know what phrase. 'I see you'. Oel ngati kameie.'

Now Nuyia's eyes became bigger. For the first time, Miles said that with understanding. She saw him in Eywa too but said nothing. Nuyia only smiled.

"I'm afraid, Miles. What if my mother hates me? Or is angry at me?" Nuyia held three sprigs in her right hand.

Quaritch took her other hand and squizzed.

"Everything'll be okay, Nuyia. I'm next to you. That is your mother. You know she loves you. Even if she is dead. Tell her everything. Eywa knows that you'll say the truth. And your mother will know that too. If something will happened, I'm next to you. As you were beside me.

Nuyia sighed and finally connected to the Tree of Voices. She heard the ancestors from the beginning. She smiled, closing her eyes. She missed them so much.

"Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... Nuyia, my daughter..." Nuyia heard. She recognized the voice of her own mother.

"Sa'nok... Mother..." She started to cry, happy to hear her mother. "Ngaytxoa. I'm sorry." Nuyia felt Miles's hand on her shoulder. It gave her strength.

"Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä. I waited for you."

"Oe omun. Oe txopu sì. I know. I'm afraid."

"'Upe? What?"

"Ngenga ve'ki oe... That you hate me..."

Rrrta’awä laughed.

"Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun. No, my daughter. I couldn't."

Nuyia started crying loudly. She told her mother she missed her and wanted to explain everything. Nuyia told Rrrta’awä the story with all the details. Rrrta’awä wasn't angry. She wasn't even disappointed. She finally understood her own daughter. She was young and in love.

"Nuyia... I feel a man next to you. It's not García. But another demon." Rrrta’awä said in English. "Who is that?"

"My... My friend. His name is Miles." Until recently Nuyia thought that Miles isn't her friend but now... He defended her a couple of times. They spent a lot of time together - hunting, training, flying on ikran. Nuyia every day showed Miles many things and places. And she liked teaching him. Even if he was a moron. Tall, massive, rude, and vulgar moron. He was her friend.

"I want to talk with him."

"Sa'nok..."

"I want to talk with that Miles, Nuyia."

The girl sighed and open her golden eyes red because of tears. She looked at Miles who was confused.

"My mother wants to talk with you."

"Your... Your mother? But... How?" He asked.

"Just connect to the same sprig as me and close your eyes."

He did it and heard Nuyia's mother.

"So you are Miles."

"Hello, ma'am. Nice to meet you. You wanna talk with me."

"Yes. My daughter told me everything. I know you are a demon. Like García. Thank you for defending her and saving her life."

"You're welcome."

"Probably you know that I have a favor. No, not a favor. A demand. Relevant to my daughter." Rrrta’awä was talking to Miles only so Nuyia didn't hear her. "My daughter isn't happy. I am worried about her. She is my only daughter, Miles."

"I know it, ma'am, but I don't know what shall I do. Nuyia is better than a month ago."

He heard a sigh.

"You don't know how Nuyia was before that massacre. She smiled a lot, literally glowed. Every kid in the village wanted to be like her. She was a... how do you say? Role model? I am afraid that she won't get her energy and glow back. So, please... Save my daughter, Miles. Promise me that you will save my only child from madness. I beg you.

Miles didn't know how to respond in another way than agreement.

"I promise, ma'am. I promise that I'm going to save Nuyia."

Miles literally felt the smile of Nuyia's mother.

"And two more things, Miles. One: don't come closer to my daughter. In relation. If something will happen, ask Sänume or Unipey about that. They told you what to do and what to not do. Two: Oel ngati kameie. Both of you. You and Nuyia. Tell her that."

"I'll tell. Oel ngati kameie, Rrrta’awä."

Rrrta’awä disappeared and Miles disconnect from the Tree of Voices.

He promised. But he has known that he couldn't keep that promises. He must hurt Nuyia. Psychically.

Miles looked at Nuyia and smiled at her, knowing that she'll hate him and try to kill him in the future.

[ammoknightsofficial]

hi i just took a deep dive through your splat tag and first of all i want to thank you for your service as the #1 Sheldon enjoyer ever. I remember how strongly hated he was back in the splat 1, so it makes me happy to see someone who loves him!

secondly you have totally opened my eyes to marie. she was never my favorite and i could never put my finger on why i didn't like her- your posts about how mean and hostile she is to callie (not to mention the casual octo racism, guess she kinda takes after cuttlefish there if im remembering OE dialogue correctly) really made it set in. callie deserves SO much better good lord

Oh, hi!! Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying your time here so far!!

It’s my pleasure!! Sheldon has been my absolute favorite character since the first game, and my love for him has not relented once!! What sucks the most about him being so violently hated during the first game is that that was textually a pretty low point for him mentally… The first step to really liking him is realizing that he’s a bit of a mess. His self esteem was pretty low at the time, and he was very much so a social outcast- made distant from his peers and lacking any friends or seemingly any real comfort outside of his interests. He was just as disliked in universe as he was out of universe, it seems. It’s really saddening… He literally didn’t do anything wrong other than be autistic as fuck, I guess. :/

And, with Marie… Yeah. She’s not a very pleasant person. Between her being mean to an uncalled for extent to Callie on Live TV, to her ego, to her extreme racism, and just being kind of a freak unprovoked to a 16 year old… I can’t say I’m fond of her! She’s an interesting character, but she’s undeniably a Vriska to me. She has done so many things wrong.

I’d say she’s actually worse than Craig in the racism department- he’s at least… Kind of trying, even if he’s failing miserably, and he does have the excuse of being over 100 and having served in a Race War. Like… Yeah, no shit he’s racist, those are some very relevant facts about him that would very much so inform his worldview. Marie doesn’t have those excuses, though. She’s just… Like that. For no good reason. She should know better.

[mizumoues]

happy new year everybody! 2021 was 'something' and i'm hoping this year will be better for everybody because that's how it should be. being on this site made my year better than it would've been since i made a lot of friends on here, so thank you to everyone who made last year the best!

@shotorozu — no 1 ashlyn anti hello! we haven't talked in a week or so but ever since i pmed you (past me was cringe), you became one of my closest moots and friend on here. your writing is literally so amazing, your past experiences are really funny without context, your green themes are pretty and you're still swag even with the bad haircut 👍🏽

@uravichii @uxavity — i cannot make two different ones for you two because almost all the memories i have of you both include the other 😭 i love how when we talk in pms we always mention the other and then just move on, while you can be a bit annoying you're both so sweet and nice and you never make me regret joining this hellsite

@meowersockerz — athie bae, you're so nice like wtf, thank you for putting up with my weird chaotic jokes and thinking i'm funny without even trying. i love how i gave you around 15 song recs that one time but you only liked around 4 of those 🤩 thank you for insulting me but being sweet so i can move on from the previous matter

@bubble-bootie — raestie the rodent hi. you're an idiot but you're a cool idiot and i love the chaos you bring to my dash. i would say thank you for putting up with my chaotic ass but i put up with your,, concerning ass so it's okay. here's a new year resolution idea for you: don't poop in ashlyn's inbox again.

@shoyotime — we haven't talked recently but you and your writing are both amazing. you're really smart and amazing and your music taste is similar to mine and we both like horror so that's a plus. you're a genuinely nice person and i miss talking to you.

@rinesei — i almost tagged you as melsun but moving on, love your vibes and literally everything about you. you're an amazing writer and an amazing, smart person (tho you're weird and forgetful af sometimes) and i miss our 4 hour long convos so you should maybe do something about that /j

@melin-oe — one of my first moots!! your tattoo is hot ✨ but you're hotter and cooler ✨ you're really nice eventho you like the ugly gremlin and are a really chill and sweet person. your music taste is top tier and you should give me more recommendations soon

@sunarent — my grandma managed to lock herself out in the balcony again /j i know we don't talk much but when we do our convos are hilarious and very eventful and i love that. your angst is really good too but i'm still holding a grudge for that pic you sent me.

@belsumu @katsdni @therealcozyy @xingqiusleftearring @izukus-gf @veenxys @tiiredcorpse @megurulvr — we didn't talk much last year but i'm hoping to change it this time around!

i love all of you and i'm hoping you have a good year! <3

to all my other / new mutuals, and everyone who follows me, i hope 2022 will treat you well! thank you so much for following me and being apart of my 2021, i love you <3

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CW: Muzzle mention/talk; dehumanization; it as a pronoun; conditioning; barking(?); biting;

“C-c-can it be, be purple?” Blue asks looking at the little lined up paint dyes at the shelves of the store. So many different colors! It could be nice to match Bonnie’s fur, right? A soft little purple tone…

“…Of course” Master doesn’t even look, focused on checking the price tags on the things at his basket.

Blue picks up the hair dye… And puts it back on the shelves. Master said it was fine but, no, It’s not! No, no, no, no. This isn’t good. It... it has to be good. It has to be Blue.

It picks up the other dye again, the Blue one. The correct one, the one that says… says it is Blue and nothing else.

“…It should be muzzled” …a chill run through Blue’s spine, as it cracks his neck to look at some lady on a long floral dress, who has an annoyed expression.  

“Yes, probably”

Master doesn’t even turn to answer, still checking the tags. Blue bites its inner cheeks. It doesn’t, doesn’t want a muzzle… But it’s true. It bites. But only Master! As… As if that was any better. The lady scoffs and nods, arms crossed as if victorious.

“But you know, I haven’t bitten anyone this week lady”

…This throws Blue off guard. The lady as well, it seems. Master puts the things back on the basket, finally glancing at her. He smiles, pointy little teeth.

“…Not yet”

“…Oh for goddamn’s sake, you know I’m talking about the dog-“

She is cut short because Master barks. He launches himself towards her and barks straight at her face. Blue’s eyes widen and he hugs Bonnie close to his chest. The lady loses her balance, scrambling back against the shelves. She nearly falls but Master holds her and pulls her back on her feet.

“Oh, my, my bad” He gives her the most apologetic look Blue has seen on him so far. Of course, the lady is furious, but also surprised “…I’m not sure what I was thinking, I almost hurt you! I am so, so, so sorry. And, Lady, you are absolutely correct”

“W-what!?” the lady shouts at his face now “You damn punk…”

“I apologize again, Lady. I’m very sorry” He sighs, looking down as if regretting “…I’ll be sure to muzzle him next time”

The lady seems taken a back, confused, and very nervous, but trying to keep her pose.

“Good thing you’ve got some sense into you…” she scoffs, clearly just wanting to step away “…You damn kids…”

“Sorry M’am. Thank you for correcting me, have a blessed day…”

Master turns to him…  Pets his hair a little. It’s soothing but Blue is scared. This whole interaction went to fast for it to follow, and the context… Was Master angry now? It didn’t know. It didn’t seemed like he was but…

“Are you okay?”

“W-w-what w-w-hat was that?” it whispers.

“…Made her go away didn’t it?”

Master picks up the paint Blue is holding. Blue paint. He takes a look at it… Puts it on the shopping basket. Without a word, he picks the other one from the shelves – the purple one Blue asked for earlier, taking both of them to the cashier.

Blue try to just stay quiet and well behaved, now very afraid of Master being angry. He keeps its head down like a good pet. Had it done it? Finally ended Orfeu’s patience…? Or did that lady really convinced him that he wasn’t being a good pet owner – letting his pets go around and not muzzle them? Master never seemed to care much about other people. He had been called out plenty of times for the way he acted around his pets, but he, he always seemed un-phased. So… why now?

They leave the store, Blue trying to hold back the tears and pleas… But it can’t any longer. Maybe if it asked for it, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“M-master… M-muzzle Blue please… B-b-blue… b-b-lue d-d-oes bite…B-b-lue is bad, bad, bad pet” it gives Master the pleading puppy eyes “Just, just…C-c-can it be, be the, the one without a bit… P-p-please? B-b-blue wouldn’t bite, bite s-s-omeone else, B-b-lue swears. B-b-blue wouldn’t w-w-ant to make Master a-a-shamed… But B-blue needs a muzzle. Please. J-just please not, not the bit one? Please?”

Master doesn’t answer. He looks Blue for a moment then checks his pockets for something. A irrational part of Blue tells it that it’s the muzzle – right there and then, despite him having no reason to have one with him. But no, Master hands something to Blue. He picks it up, cautiously observing it…

“A-a-a-a-a wallet?” his eyes widen again, as Blue tries to make sense, Master has a smirk “T-that l-lady’s wallet?”

“…Yeah. And I’m not gonna muzzle you, by the way. At all. And no I won’t punish you either, you’re not in trouble”

Was… Was it okay then? No muzzle?

He stares at is for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around just when – how he got this.

“H-h-h-ow?”

“It’s a skill”

“...C-c-can Blue learn? P—please? Teach Blue?” He gives the puppy eyes, Master smiles softly.

“Absolutely not”

“Hm? W-w-why? Blue will, will try its best!”

“That’s the problem. You’d get really good at it and use it against me”

Well… He wasn’t wrong.

“...You should have mu-muzzled B-blue w-w-when you had the cha-chance” Blue says with a frown, annoyed that it won’t get to learn. Master turns to ask why… But it’s too late and Blue bites. Master’s eyes twitch a little in pain.

“Good try… But still a no” he takes a deep breath “For the muzzle and the pick-pocketing”

“Hng” Blue lets go, pouting while it hugs Bonnie.

Tagging:@whumpropaganda  @whumpzone  @lave-whump  @freefallingup13  @fanmanga1357-blog  @lightdrinker @as-a-matter-of-whump @tears-and-lilies

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Rewind, Rewire, Reword - Chapter 4: A Swerve in the Right Direction

Things come to a tentative boiling point, more things are said, and even more things are settled - for the time being, at least.

(Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels ABO AU; NOT Kayfabe Compliant; Words: ~4k; Rating: M; Notes, trigger warning/s, tag list, and chapter under the cut!)

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(originally this was supposed to be split into smaller parts, like the other chapters, but it... didn’t flow as well, like that. so you’re getting the whole shebang at once ;) lucky y’all)

tw for: references to attempted sexual assault

tag list: @track12to13​, @piratewithvigor​, @sinderellanightwolf​. tell me if you want to be tagged for any future chapters!

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“Bret!”

That woke him up, and with a jolt, at that, flinching into alertness and away from the hand that was shaking him so harshly. “What? What?” He rubbed at his eyes, blinking as they adjusted, and turned to where the urgent voice had come from. It was Shawn, he could see the edges of his arms and shoulders as he leant over the side of the nest on his belly, his hair cast a soft orange by the street lights beyond the curtains, and his eyes were bright. Too bright, for what little light was actually illuminating the room. “Shawn?”

He heard his throat click when he swallowed, and he didn’t speak for a moment or two. “I–” He swallowed again. “Your jacket, it’s not–”

He cut himself off again, and something moved in his hand when he tried to shift his weight on his arms. It was Bret’s jacket, clutched so tightly in Shawn’s fist that the leather was creaking. “It’s not enough,” he said, and his voice cracked. “I can’t–”

“Hey, hey hey hey.” Bret reached over, trying to keep his own voice as relaxed as possible despite the anxiety growing leaden in his gut. He’d never seen Shawn like this, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t scaring him a little, but there was no doubt that if Shawn knew that, if Bret let slip that he was anything but calm and collected right now, it would really set him off. Shawn reached back desperately, getting his hands around his arm and tugging hard enough to make him stumble into the bed. He only just caught himself with his free hand before he face-planted. “Gimme some room, c’mon.”

Shawn refused to let go of him as he did so, shuffling back just far enough for Bret to crawl up into the nest on his knees. He had to catch himself again when Shawn pulled on him a second time, and he murmured to him as he eased himself onto his side; “I’m right here, Shawn, you’re alright– oof.” That was the sound of the air getting punched from his lungs when Shawn launched himself at him with the force of a small car, wrapping his arms around him tightly enough to make him wince. He was still burning up, and Bret was going to be sweating soon, like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, just moved his own arms to encircle Shawn’s back when he buried his face in the crook of his neck, right where his scent gland was. He had a moment to be thankful he hadn’t managed to put his shirt back on, so it couldn’t become a casualty of Shawn’s instincts, before all of his focus was narrowed to a single point.

“You’re okay,” he assured him, gentle, like he couldn’t feel him shaking apart in his arms, couldn’t feel his breaths hitching in his chest, couldn’t feel his tears starting to fall onto the bare skin of his shoulder. He raised one hand to cradle the back of his head, rubbing his thumb into the base of his skull through his hair. All he could smell was hot metal. “You’re okay.”

Shawn, gradually, very gradually, started to calm. His violent trembling was soothed into only the occasional shiver, and the silent sobs that’d wet Bret’s skin dried up into a sniffle or two. His grip grew looser just as slowly, until Bret could breathe a little easier, and no longer felt like he’d been caught in a human vice. “How’re you feeling?” he eventually brought himself to ask, as carefully as he could, and nearly cursed himself when it wasn’t enough to keep Shawn from freezing.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” The words were a horrified whisper. “I’m so fucked up, I didn’t even ask–”

Bret tightened his own grip when he tried to pull back, keeping him right where he was, even as his muscles continued to jump under his hands. “Stop. That’s not what I asked.”

“Christ, Bret, how d’you think I’m feeling?!” Shawn hissed, still struggling, and lifted a hand to cover his nose. “I just violated you–”

“I’m sorry, does my opinion mean nothing here?” Bret cut him off, because he was not going to let that stand. “Does my choice to get up, and get into your nest, and let you scent me, without breaking your nose – the way I would have if you tried to force yourself on me – does that mean jack fucking shit now? Is that it?”

“Letting me scent you because you would’ve felt guilty if you didn’t isn’t a fucking choice, Bret!” Shawn raised his voice at him, planting his free hand on Bret’s chest to gain enough leverage to push himself back and look him in the eye. They were still wet, as were his flushed cheeks, and it sure as hell didn’t take away from how devastated he looked, furious and upset and disgusted, all at himself. “It’s a fucking obligation!”

Bret grit his teeth. “Helping calm you down isn’t a fucking obligation, it’s helping my fucking friend!”

“We’re not friends!”

The silence that followed that declaration was deafening, and Bret was only able to watch as Shawn crumpled in on himself, moving the hand at his nose to hide his eyes when his lips started trembling. His voice shook when he next spoke, several octaves lower than he had been; “Fuck, Bret, the only reason you’re here right now is because I almost got raped yesterday and I’m too much of a coward to call Kev and Hunter about it because I don’t wanna listen to another goddamn lecture about being reckless.” He gave a mirthless laugh, then, and Bret’s chest ached. “We can barely fucking tolerate each other these days and I fucking– I miss you, okay? I miss hanging out with you, I miss going to you for advice, I miss you being one of the few people in the back who doesn’t wanna give me a black eye every night, and I know we’re just gonna go right back to being at each other’s throats as soon as my heat’s over but I don’t want that.” His voice cracked halfway through his next sentence; “I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

“I don’t,” Bret told him, only a little shaky, raising his hands to cup Shawn’s face when he opened his mouth to argue. He was somewhat hindered by Shawn still covering his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from wiping away whatever tears had managed to escape with his thumbs. Shawn’s mouth clicked shut, and his other hand came up to curl around Bret’s inner forearm, just holding it, letting out a quiet, choked noise when Bret pulled him close enough to press their foreheads together. “Jesus, Shawn, I don’t hate you, I just… you’ve… how you’ve been acting lately’s been pissing me off, that’s all–”

“Oh, is that all?” Shawn said, and it was probably meant to come out significantly more biting than it actually did. The effect was then further ruined when he sniffled.

“Look, I–” Bret sighed, aggravated at himself. Why was it always harder to say what he meant when he wasn’t angry? “I don’t want you to hate me anymore, either, okay?”

He would’ve elaborated, but Shawn spoke again before he could; “Hate you?” It came out confused, like what Bret’d said made no sense, and Shawn moved back enough to lower his hand and blink at him. A few more tears escaped when he did so, and Bret wiped those away, too. “I don’t hate you, you’ve just–” He cut himself off, and closed his eyes again, furrowing his eyebrows with a sigh. “Been an asshole the last few months.”

“Oh, is that all?” Bret parroted, and Shawn grunted unhappily.

“Don’t turn this back on me, dammit,” he said thickly, sniffling again. “I’m the one having the breakdown here, not you.” His lip curled, here. “And I don’t need to hear whatever – whatever mushy bullshit you can pull outta your ass to shut the whiny little omega up–”

Bret lurched back a little, stunned. “Shut the– am I the kinda person to do shit like that?” he asked sharply, with a kind of looming dread, because the idea of Shawn, of anyone thinking that of him made his stomach roll. Shawn’s immediate, “well, no” brought relief one second and indignation the next. “Then why do you think I would?”

“Because that’s what people do! They say what you wanna hear so they don’t have to listen to you anymore, people do it all the time–!”

“Well I’m not most people,” Bret interrupted him, and Shawn gave a choked “ha!” before he continued; “Hell, if anything I should be asking how serious you are – for all I know this could just be the hormones talking–”

“It’s not,” Shawn protested, in a tone that indicated he thought this was a stupid thing to even consider, glaring for a moment before looking off to the side. “It’s not. They may be making me run my mouth a little, but all of it’s… I mean it. I’ve felt like this for a while now, just… y’know. Figured you wouldn’t wanna hear it, with all the…” He waved his hand, as if that could accurately capture just how strained their relationship had become. “Why the fuck would I lie about that?”

“Why would I?” Bret shot right back, and Shawn bared his teeth, but just worked his jaw for a second or two and averted his eyes again. Bret brought him back in before he could find something to say, lightly knocking their foreheads together. “You ever think that maybe I missed you, too, asshole?”

An incredulous snort. “What for? ‘S not like I have anything to offer besides my big mouth.”

“First of all, you don’t have to offer anything to be friends with someone,” Bret said, like this should have been obvious, pressing their foreheads together harder when Shawn gave a skeptical hum. “I like you, you idiot. I like your company, I like working with you, I even like our arguments when they’re about stupid shit like fucking Star Trek, and I’d like to not be at each other’s throats all the time, especially if you’d like that, too. I just figured you’d laugh me out of the room if I tried to bring it up to you, after everything started just… getting worse.”

Because he’d wanted to explain himself. He’d wanted to explain why he’d become so withdrawn and snappish since November, why he’d started criticizing Shawn so harshly, for weeks. But he hadn’t, because by the time he’d realized how far he’d gone – how far they’d both gone – he’d assumed it was too late. That Shawn’s reciprocated antagonism had become legitimate contempt, as time passed, as they got progressively more aggressive and nasty with each other, and he’d lost his opportunity to stop while he was ahead, to try and reconcile with him, to just explain. This whole damn thing may have started because of Bret’s hang-ups about the championship, about Shawn’s attitude, about how he and his little “Kliq” buddies were acting like they owned the damn promotion, and it may have escalated because Shawn hadn’t backed down, had only given it back just as hard as Bret dished it out (which had done nothing but create a cycle of Bret spitting something even more cutting, and Shawn responding just as venomously, in a terrible, self-sustaining loop), but that didn’t excuse Bret’s reluctance to just… say something. Sure, Shawn had escalated it, but Bret hadn’t stopped him. He’d been too blinded by his own anger, his own insecurities, and then, he’d been too much of a coward to open his damn mouth.

It had all become one big mess. One big, muddled, stupid mess.

“So…” He paused, rubbing circles into Shawn’s cheekbones with his thumbs. His eyes were closed, but it was clear he was listening. “Guess we’re both a little oblivious, if we both wanted to try and resolve all this and were too chickenshit to actually say anything. Maybe your hormones aren’t so bad, if they’re what managed to get our heads out of our asses.”

Shawn blew out a laugh, squeezing his arm where he was still holding it. “God, we really are idiots.”

Bret huffed, because, well. He wasn’t wrong. “Look, if we’re gonna try and be friends again, we’re gonna have to work for it, okay? And that means talking shit out, not – assuming things, or letting things fester, or getting caught up in each other’s bullshit or – or attitudes, or anything else. It can’t be one-sided, we gotta meet in the middle here. I don’t wanna get stuck being the only one actually trying, and I’m sure you don’t want to, either,” he made sure to add, so Shawn wouldn’t think he thought he was the weak link between them. “Actually clearing the air can wait ‘til your heat’s over, but we’re both adults, we should be able to be honest with one another and explain what’s pissing us off without devolving into a screaming match. Okay?”

Shawn shifted, no doubt a little uncomfortable at the idea of not being able to bluster through difficult conversations with him in the future, but sighed – reluctantly, unhappily, but sighed, nonetheless. “Okay. Okay, yeah, fine, I – yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Shawn repeated, a bit impatiently, squeezing his arm again, harder this time. “If you’ll do it, I’ll do it. If that’s what it’ll take…”

“It is,” Bret said, not the least bit sympathetic. He understood that Shawn would rather rip his own hair out than be vulnerable, than be less than absolutely sure of himself, absolutely confident, in front of another person (hell, Bret found it pretty difficult, too; he’d have to step up just like Shawn would if this was gonna work), but they’d kind of already passed the point of no return on that front, from Bret stepping into that alley yesterday to being in his nest and letting him cry into his scent gland less an hour ago – really, to being present for his heat at all. Hell, Shawn was still naked – and still hard! (Not that Bret even registered that anymore, at this point, but it was the principle of the thing.) “If you’re as serious about this as I am, it is.”

“Kinda fuckin’ serious about it, yeah.”

The hint of dry humor in his tone when he said it let the rest of the tension drain from Bret’s shoulders, and he released his own sigh. “Good. Now. How’re you feeling?”

Shawn groaned, but didn’t pull away, which was a vast improvement to the last time he’d asked. “Fuck, I’m sorry–”

“I already told you it was my choice to let you scent me in the first place, so try again.”

Shawn opened his eyes just to roll them, giving him a look, though it lost much of its potency due to just how close their faces were. “If we’re being honest with each other now, then I’m being honest and telling you I feel like shit. I know I don’t really have any right to ask you to forgive me, so I won’t–”

“Shawn, Jesus.” Bret pulled back so he could look at him properly. “Listen to me. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. You didn’t force me into anything, you didn’t violate me, you didn’t even make me uncomfortable. Nothing I’ve done since your heat started has been against my will, or because it felt like an obligation. Yeah, I’m here to keep you out of the hospital, but if there’s anything I can do to make you a little less miserable, or in a little less pain, then I’ll do it. And fuck, it’s not like it came totally out of left field – you asked to scent me in the cab, remember? When you woke me up, I thought…” He bit the inside of his cheek, and dropped his eyes to Shawn’s collarbone. “I don’t know what I thought, but you scared the shit outta me. Not because you needed to scent me, you just… I’ve never seen you like that.”

Shawn hummed, unsurprised. “I mean, I’m usually like that for most of my heat.” When Bret blinked at him, he shrugged, a little sheepish. “It’s my nose. You know how it’s way too sensitive right now?” Bret nodded. “I’m usually just… alone, for my whole heat, and Kev and Scott, whenever they come in, they’re all I can smell, for hours, and then one of ‘em comes back in to get me to drink something or to refill the hot water bottle and it starts all over again. I kind of…” He squirmed, and he was the one to look away, this time. “It’s… not pretty, to say the least, and that’s just from what I can remember afterwards. Crying, grabbing at them, trying to get them to stay, trying to seduce them” —This came out in a tone that made it clear he found this particularly heinous.— “trying to steal their clothes. Not that that’d help, having a shirt with their scent on it. Yours doesn’t fill the room the way theirs do, and since I’ve still been pretty aware of what’s been going on I figured things might not get that bad, or at least not get there so soon, but after you fell asleep…”

He rubbed his stomach. “There wasn’t anything to distract me anymore, and the cramps just kept getting worse, since that was all I could focus on. I tried to scent your jacket, but it wasn’t cutting it, and I was just getting so frustrated.” He made a fist out of the hand on his stomach. “You think I’d be used to it, since I go through the exact same shit every six months, and it usually starts a helluva lot sooner than it did today, but I just… couldn’t handle it. The way I usually can’t, with Kev and Scott and… everything. So when you didn’t wake up the first few times I tried I… freaked out. A little. I knew you were sleeping, I knew you were sleeping, but the little omega hindbrain that’s gotten used to being left behind during his heat was convinced you were ignoring me on purpose and that it was only a matter of time before you walked out the door. So.” He shrugged again, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Bret, wanting nothing more than to grab a pillow and muffle his scream into it, settled for gritting his teeth for a moment or two and blowing out a breath through his nose. “Thank you for telling me.” His voice was only a little strained, and it earned him a tart laugh.

“Yeah, kinda regretting your whole honesty talk, now, huh?” Shawn said, sending him a smirk that clearly didn’t meet his eyes.

“No.” Bret was emphatic about that, and this seemed to not be what Shawn was expecting, as he blinked back at him, startled. “I’d be a fucking hypocrite if hearing you spill your guts made me suddenly wanna change my mind, Shawn, I know opening up doesn’t come easy to you. So, yeah, thank you for telling me. Did it at least help? Scenting me?”

“…Um.” It wasn’t quite speechlessness – rendering Shawn Michaels speechless was a feat in and of itself – but it came close. “…Yes? It… took a while, but it definitely calmed me down. I mean, I’m talking to you in whole sentences again and everything, now, in case you couldn’t tell.” Bret pinched his cheek again, and Shawn jumped, pouting a little and pinching his inner arm right back. His tone grew slightly more serious as he continued; “I don’t feel so shaky anymore, and I’m not as on edge. And my skin doesn’t feel too tight, either, just sore, and the cramps are better than they’ve been all day. Better than they’ve been in like a decade, really.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I guess it’s ‘cause you’re a beta?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I haven’t actually scented someone during my heat since I first used to run with Marty, but he’s an omega, too, so they definitely never eased up like this back then, they just… stagnated. Never got worse, never got better.” He snorted, then continued under his breath, “And I thought the cramps were bad enough then to take something for the pain…”

…Huh. Well that sure hadn’t been a side effect either of them were expecting. Something occurred to him, then, and Bret’s eyebrows furrowed. “So you could’ve just been scenting me this whole time instead of using the fucking heating pad? That didn’t even help with your cramps that much anyway?!”

The laugh that startled out of Shawn was much more genuine. “I hadn’t even thought of that! I guess so. Guess you didn’t have to run back and forth from the kitchen the whole day after all.”

He waggled his eyebrows at him and snickered when he grumbled, and Bret let go of his face so he could push himself upright. Shawn’s hand didn’t leave his arm as he did so. “You’re a brat. Now let me get you some water and we’ll see if we can both get some sleep.”

“Sleep?” Shawn repeated, sounding utterly baffled at the concept. He didn’t release him as Bret threw his legs over the side of the nest and eased himself to his feet, either. He was suddenly a lot colder, without Shawn’s significant body heat pressed up against him, and he stifled a shiver. “I’ve never been able to sleep once my cramps start.”

“Well, first time for everything,” Bret said, placing his hand on top of the one still gripping his forearm. He didn’t pry the fingers loose, just looked at Shawn, and watched as he swallowed and looked away. If he was telling the truth, and he really had gotten so worked up that he’d thought Bret was going to abandon him, before he’d managed to wake him up (and Bret couldn’t see why he’d lie), then his clinginess made perfect sense. Shawn, however, as earlier stated, would rather pull his own hair out then be vulnerable where someone else could see it. His instincts would be a source of shame for him, now that he was lucid again, despite the emotional tilt-a-whirl he’d just stepped off of.

“You can watch me go to the kitchen and back,” Bret told him, making sure not to soften his voice, not wanting Shawn to think he was pitying him, pitying the whiny little omega. (He didn’t know who the fuck had planted that bullshit in his head, but they and Bret were going to have words.) “I’ll be five seconds tops. You want me to turn the light on?”

“Ugh, no,” Shawn said, gradually slackening his grip, a second at a time. “That’ll fuck my eyes up for sure. Besides” —His tone turned teasing, here, and Bret braced himself.— “I don’t need a light to get a good look at your ass as you walk away.”

Bret groaned, slipping his arm free and smacking Shawn’s retreating one, making him laugh as he turned on his heel. Shawn, because he was a brat, started counting out loud not soon after, testing Bret’s claim of only taking five seconds. It actually took him nine, thank you very much, and when he got back he cracked open the bottle himself to spill some into his hand and flick it at him like he was a disobedient cat, earning a squeal and an attempt at squirming away from the cold water.

“Not fair,” Shawn muttered, pushing himself onto an elbow and taking the bottle when Bret held it out for him, not bringing it to his lips until he was settled back in the nest at his side. It felt like his strings were cut as soon as he laid down, and he closed his eyes and blew out a breath as his body sunk into the mattress, listening to the plastic crinkle as Shawn drank. He guessed being woken up so suddenly and thrust into such a stressful situation had left him more exhausted than he’d thought.

He felt Shawn shift, lean over him, heard the towels and pillows rustle, and then Shawn was tucking himself against his side, nudging his head up under his chin. “Go to sleep,” was murmured against his adam’s apple, and he grunted back, raising a hand to rest on Shawn’s lower back, feeling the heat of the skin against his palm, the softness of the peach fuzz under his fingers. He drifted off with Shawn’s thumb rubbing into his collarbone, with Shawn’s scent thick in his nose, with Shawn’s breaths, warm and damp, against the skin of his throat.

[teannamon]

Why Do You Think This Would Work? Ch4 [Taichihaya]

They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan.

In which Mashima Taichi doesn’t want to be bothered by his mother’s prospects anymore and Ayase Chihaya hates her sister’s attempts of finding her a boyfriend.

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

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“Oh Dr. Mashima? Yeah he’s on break right now but I think you can find him somewhere in the cafeteria” the nurse at the help desk answered.

“Ok thank you,” the small woman bowed and thanked her and turned to her companion “Let’s go find him Hana”

“Right!”

The two women walked to the direction of the cafeteria. It was actually not that crowded as they had expected. It was eerily quiet save for the hushed conversations of the hospital staff taking their much needed break.

Hanano quickly spotted an all too familiar light brown hair from across the cafeteria talking to some colleagues and alerted Kanade.

“There he is Oe-senpai,” she grabbed her arm and walked towards him.

“Hey, Mashima, I think you got some more admirers,” one of the doctors joked to Taichi to which he turned around, surprised to see his friends, Oe Kanade and Hanano Sumire, approaching him.

He excused himself from the group and gestured the two to the outside cafeteria.

“Hey nice seeing you t-”

Before he could greet the two women, Kanade went ahead and delivered slap after slap on Taichi’s back.

“Ow! What is it with you women and hitting me for no reason?”

The small woman pouted and stopped. “How come you didn’t tell us first? We had to know from Nikuman-kun that you and Chihaya are finally together!”

“Huh? How did Nishida know?”

Hanano interjected, “He met up with Arata-senpai a few days ago when he went to visit Fukui and senpai told him”

‘That damn Arata!’ he cursed thinking of the ways he could punch him telepathically.

“So tell us what happened!” Kanade demanded

“Yeah yeah, what made you grow a backbone to ask her in a way she understood?”

“H-hold on you got this all wrong,” he waved his hands in a desperate attempt to calm both of them down.

‘I will definitely kill Arata for this’

“We’re not really dating, it’s just a fake relationship”

“Eh?!” the two women simultaneously exclaimed.

For the next ten minutes or so, Taichi tried his best to sum up the events of last week and why they came to the decision to start fake dating.

Kanade looked so defeated after hearing Taichi’s explanation. Even after 5 years of graduating, she’s still looking forward to Taichi and Chihaya ending up together sometime soon. She still has her hakama and kimono designs on the ready for their future wedding.

Meanwhile, Hanano is in deep thought while listening to Taichi. Then her eyes lit up, “Wait this is great then!”

“How is this great Hana? This is just like marrying for convenience, there’s no feelings involved it's a tragedy I tell you” Kanade wailed at the other.

Hanano raised her finger, “Ah but even so, this is a great opportunity for Mashima-senpai and Ayase-senpai to get together for real now”

Now Kanade got what Hanano was trying to say and turned to Taichi with enthusiasm.

“She’s right! This is the closest you can get Chihaya to properly realize your feelings for her”

“I-I don’t think I’m following,” Taichi said, confused.

“You know how in shoujo mangas, the bad boy fake dates the shy girl and in the process they end up liking each other?” Hanano didn’t wait for an answer as she continued “Well, if and when you live together you can make her finally see your romantic side and long story short she’ll be swept off her feet like a lovestruck princess!”

The young woman exclaimed with such exaggerated gestures.

“I think what Hana is trying to say is that this fake relationship is a great way for you to actually date her without coming up with excuses, and when things are finally comfortable between you two maybe you can tell her what you really feel, hm?”

‘Tell her how I really feel huh?’

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Taichi pulled up to the Ayase residence just after his shift ended early. Today is Chihaya’s moving day into his apartment, and a week into fake dating.

It’s anticlimactic as it goes between him and Chihaya though. She’s still her usual self when it’s just the two of them, still the tomboyish karuta baka he’s always known her to be just older and maybe a bit mature now.

“Ah Taichi, come in” Chitose answered the door for him.

“Thanks, I’m coming in” he greets “Is Chihaya ready?”

“She’s upstairs, still packing a few things” she gestured towards the stairs with her thumb.

Last time Taichi was at her house was Chihaya’s “Congrats on being Queen” party last year, but it’s been a long while since he went to her room.

He didn’t bother to knock on her door since it was wide open.

“Oi Chihaya, what’s taking you so long?” he asked the hunched down figure.

Surprised, she whipped her head to look at Taichi standing at her doorway. “Taichi! Come help me please”

He walked over to see what she’s dealing with. A full suitcase she can’t zip. He wondered why it wouldn’t zip so he hunched next to her and lifted the cover up.

“Why did you put your whole closet in here?!” he asked, shocked.

“I’m going to live with you now aren’t I?”

“But not permanently,” he flicked her forehead as she yelped in surprise “you’re just moving in until we figure out when to stop fake dating”

“Fiine,” she pouted and started to take out a few of her clothes of the suitcase “I really don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me stay with you regardless”

‘Because I like you for real, you idiot’ he frustratedly answered in his thoughts and thought about what Kanade and Hanano had told them the other day.

On their way out they pass by Chieko and Kenji who just came home. According to Chihaya, they’re both amused but at the same time not at all surprised when she told them they were “dating”.

“Shouldn’t both of you stay for dinner?” Chieko asked as she hung her coat.

“I appreciate it, Chieko-san, but we’ll get dinner on the way to the apartment,” Taichi answered.

“Ok take care you two,” Chieko smiled and went inside while Kenji stayed a while to talk to the both of them.

“Take care of Chihaya for us,” he beamed as he patted Taichi on the shoulder “and feel free to visit from time to time eh?”

“Sure Kenji-san, I promise”

Sure enough, Chihaya quickly seated herself comfortably in the car next to the driver while Taichi loaded up her things in the backseat. As soon as everything’s ready to go he got in the driver’s seat and started to drive.

“So where should we ea-,” he turned to ask her when he was met with an eyes wide open sleeping Chihaya. He smiled fondly at her, “Apartment it is then”

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NEXT CHAPTER (tba)

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Hooray thats the introductory chapters done ^^ Now we move on to the more juicy parts of this story as planned mwahahaha

And shout out and credits to yuvvaniq for the wonderful Taichihaya fanart she finished for me for this story aaaaaa it came out so much lovelier than I expected, bless uvu

And as always thanks to the wonderful people who read my story you know who you are but I’m going to tag you guys anyways lmao

@adeuscontosdefadas ​ @otaku-shipper ​ @my-anime-diary ​ @rainbowreflects ​ @akkalafuru ​ @squirtlewithdagger ​ and the anon who sent me an anonymous review uvu and even to those who just read and are too shy to leave a comment i love you all too

[let-me-love-you-loki]

An Ending Within-Ch. 11

Chapter 11

           I walked into the restaurant, my brace making my movements clunky and uneven. Ever since the match against Jon and Kris, I’d been forced to wear it. Dr. Sampson, the AEW medical director, had gotten in touch with Dr. Thurman, my main doctor, and they decided together that the brace and a week out of action were required.

           I hated it.

           My first official AEW match and I fucked up.

           I heard my name from a booth near the back of the dining room. Roman stood by the table and smiled. The radiant warmth of beach sunshine spilled over me. I could scent the salt spray of the ocean as he pulled me into a heavy, warm hug. He kissed me on the hair, his voice rumbling in his chest.

           “Lelei le vaʻai ia te oe, tuafafine laitiiti.”

           Safety. Home. Unconditional love and support. It all settled into my bones when I heard him speak.

           “It’s good to see you, too, uso matua,” I replied, hugging him hard around the middle.

           He pressed a kiss to my forehead and turned toward the table, gesturing to the other people who were there. “I brought friends.”

           Hunter and Stephanie sat at the table, both bearing slightly worried but still welcome smiles. They stood and gave me their hugs in turn before the four of us settled around the table.

           “How’s your leg, Llane?” Stephanie asked, leaning forward over the table.

           I looked down at my leg and shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ve not been numb for days now. But the docs are being extra careful.”

           Hunter nodded and draped his arm along the back of his wife’s chair. “They should be. You’re still doing your PT?”

           He watched me with those knowing dark brown eyes of his. It reminded me of how my father would look at my brothers and I when he was grilling us.

           “Yes, Dad,” I replied, grinning at him. “I go all the time. And Dr. Sampson makes me go through medical approval before I go anywhere near the ring.”

           “Michael Sampson?” Roman asked as the waitress appeared with drinks.

           We put in our order before I had a chance to respond.

           “Yeah.”

           “Good,” Hunter said firmly. “He knows what he’s doing. He used to work for us at the PC.”

           It was the first mention of the fact that we were at rival companies. That they were the daughter and son-in-law of a man who hated the people who ran my promotion. I had thought, that last day in his office, that I’d never see Hunter or Stephanie again. Not until The Shield got into the Hall of Fame—if it ever happened.

           After all, Vince could be petty and both Jon and I had jumped ship to AEW.

           Stephanie smiled softly and reached across the table to take my hand. “We miss you, Llane. And it makes us happy to see you happy.”

           “Trust me, itiiti,” Roman said, curling his arm around my shoulders. “That locker room isn’t the same without you. The ladies miss you.”

           “And whatever else I think about that pissant company,” Hunter said, chuckling until his eyes crinkled, “I know you are going to be running that division soon.”

           “I’m going to tell Billy you said that.”

           Hunter leaned back in his chair and practically roared with laughter. “Oh, he knows. And he’s perfectly happy there, which is all that matters.”

***

           Thuds. The sound of flesh in violent contact. The rumble of the boards beneath the canvas.

           Black and Brave was busy as Marek and the other trainers put the students through their paces. Sefina slept in her stroller nearby, Seth’s hat turned sideways on her head, long ago used to the sound of a wrestling school.

           It was her lullaby.

           Seth was in the ring with a few of the students. They sat on the turnbuckles while he talked them through a sequence. I watched him mime the movements, walking the ring to block out the spacing of them.

           I remembered the first time I saw him in this building. He was brilliant then. He was brilliant now.

           “Maggie, give it a try,” he said, gesturing to a girl who was only a smidge taller than Alexa Bliss. Seth glanced over his shoulder at me, grinning softly. “Remember, use your strengths. Don’t wrestle like me… wrestle like you.”

           After all this time, it was finally sinking in.

***

           “Are you sure you’re good?” Kenny Omega asked as I walked down the hallway backstage. He was dressed in his gear, ready for a match against Sammy Guevara for the AAA championship.

           I adjusted the strap of my brace around my upper thigh. “Sampson says so. I’m ready to get out of this thing.”

           He nodded. “Let’s talk about what’s up for you next after the match.” We stopped in gorilla, and I leaned against the wall to take some pressure off my leg. One of the producers jerked his chin in our direction, and a camera pointed in our direction.

           Kenny planted his palm on the wall near my head. His two-toned curls whipped as he shook his head. “Here’s the truth, Leighton,” he said faux seriously. “The faster we get you out of the Inner Circle the better.”

           “What makes you think I want out?” I retorted, putting a lot of snark into my voice. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t work alone.”

           “C’mon, you’re a badass,” Kenny said dramatically. “The Elite could use someone like you.”

           “Stop poaching, you pumpkin-headed dipshit,” Jericho said, appearing around the corner with Sammy in tow. They crowded in, trying to push Kenny away. “Black is Inner Circle. I brought her into AEW. She’s not going anywhere.”

           I thumped Sammy in the chest, trying to draw his attention to wher I saw the Bucks coming up behind them. They stopped a few steps behind him, their arms crossed over their chests. Nick smirked. “You think she really wants to be part of your Inner Circle jerk?”

           “You watch your mouth, Nick Jackson,” Jericho shot back. Sammy tried to slip his arm around my shoulder. I shoved him off.

           Matt bucked up, getting into Sammy and Jericho’s faces. “Watch it.”

           Kenny tried to wedge in between them. I rolled my eyes and sighed before dropping to the floor and crawling out of the pile on my hands and knees. When I was clear, I let out a whistle.

           “Hey! How about all of you shut the hell up?” I crossed my arms and tossed back my hair. “C’mon, Sammy, it’s time to win that title off Ramen Noodles over there.”

           Sammy shoved his way out of the pile and threw an arm around my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. “See you in a few, Omega.”

           We walked toward the entrance tunnel and out of the shot. As soon as we were out of camera range, he dropped his arm. “When did this angle start up?” Sammy queried as he stretched.

           “Which one?”

           He gave me one of his goofy grins and gestured between us. I laughed and swept my hair up into a ponytail. “This isn’t an angle, Guevara. Point is that I’m a hot commodity—everybody wants me on their team. If the Nightmare Collective was still a thing, they’d be recruiting me too.”

           “Dark Order on your doorstep?”

           I rolled my eyes. “Mr. Brodie only takes the guys. Good for him.” I glanced at the schedule on the wall by the tunnel. Jon had a pre-taped promo. He wasn’t even in the building.

           Before he could respond, a producer pointed at him and his music thundered through the speakers. Sammy Guevara. He bounced on his toes and pushed through the curtain. I followed right behind, serving as a second for the night.

           “This match is a Triple A championship title match,” said Dasha from the ring. “Introducing first, your challenger, accompanied by the Inner Circle’s Leighton Black, from Houston, Texas, weighing one hundred eighty-five pounds… Sammy Guevara!”

           As soon as Sammy was in the ring, Kenny’s techno-rock theme filled the building. He came stalking out of the tunnel, pausing at the top of the ramp. Pyro shot into the air.

           “Your Triple A Heavyweight Champion, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing two hundred twenty-nine pounds… Kenny Omega!” Kenny didn’t move as Dasha finished his introduction. There was a split second of quiet, and then a heavy guitar riff spilled out of the sound system. Matt came running out of the tunnel still in jeans and a t-shirt. Dasha looked to the ringside producer, who shrugged.

           “He is accompanied by one half of the Young Bucks…Matt Jackson.”

           I looked up the ramp and grinned at Sammy. Oh, this is going to be fun.

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[hongugu]

Best Kpop Songs of 2020

My rules for this were very loose like these are supposed to be title tracks but I’m pretty sure there are like, digital singles on this list, or just songs that had a music video...? Some of them don’t even have a video but they were promoted still IIIiiI don’t fucking know whatever. I also wasn’t sure if I should count songs like Dynamite, Ice Cream, or 100 Ways? Because they’re in all English but they’re from kpop artists??? But then I did anyway so whatever it’s not that deep.

>> Listen to it on Spotify << 

(the spotify list is backwards) (or i guess this list is backwards) (so like this one ends with the best song) (the spotify playlist starts with the best song) (because logic)

250 Kang Daniel: 2U 249 Sechskies: All For You 248 VAV: Made For Two 247 Demian: Karma 246 E’Last: Tears of Chaos 245 woo!ah!: Bad Girl 244 Momoland: Starry Night 243 EXO-SC: 1 Billion Views 242 Baekhyun: Candy 241 VOISPER: Keep GOing 240 PinkFantasy: Shadow Play 239 D1CE: Draw You 238 BoA: Better 237 Zico: Summer Hate 236 Miso: Blessed 235 MCND: Top Gang 234 TST: Count Down 233 IZ: The Day 232 Onewe: Q 231 DIA: Hug U 230 UNVS: Sand Castle 229 NCT U: Work It 228 Taeyeon: Happy 227 WJSN: Butterfly 226 Saturday: DBDBDIB 225 Dongkiz: Lupin 224 3YE: Yessir 223 Kang Daniel: Who U Are 222 DKB: Still 221 Dawn: Dawndididawn 220 Natty: Teddy Bear 219 Moonbin & Sanha: Bad Idea 218 Weeekly: Zig Zag 217 Rocket Punch: Juicy 216 Super Junior: 2YA2YAO! 215 Blackswan: Tonight 214 Cravity: Break All the Rules 213 Hyolyn: Say My Name 212 Bling Bling: G.G.B 211 SF9: Good Guy 210 DKB: Sorry Mama 209 DKB: Work Hard 208 BerryGood: Accio 207 Kai: Mmmh 206 Wonho: Open Mind 205 Mamamoo: Wanna Be Myself 204 Huh Chanmi: Lights 203 Ryu Sujeong: Tiger Eyes 202 WJSN Chocome: Hmph! 201 Botopass: Flamingo

200 Lunarsolar: Oh Ya Ya Ya 199 Jamie: Apollo 11 198 Nature: Bing Bing 197 DreamNote: Wish 196 Elris: Jackpot 195 Cherry Bullet: Aloha Oe 194 P1Harmony: Siren 193 Momoland: Ready or Not 192 NCT U: 90′s Love 191 Golden Child: Pump It Up 190 Zico: Any Song 189 Victon: Mayday 188 Jeong Sewoon: Say Yes 187 Cravity: Flame 186 MCND: nanana 185 Lee Daehwi: Rose, Scent, Kiss 184 Taeyeon: #GirlsSpkOut 183 Refund Sisters: Don’t Touch Me 182 CNBlue: Then, Now and Forever 181 Super Junior: The Melody 180 1TEAM: Ullaeli Kkollaeli 179 K/DA: More 178 TOO: Count 1, 2 177 Gfriend: Mago 176 AleXa: Villain

175 fromis_9: Feel Good (Secret Code) 174 Drippin: Nostalgia 173 1THE9: Bad Guy 172 KNK: Ride 171 Rocket Punch: Bouncy 170 ANS: Say My Name 169 Nature: Girls 168 MCND: Spring 167 Momoland: Thumbs Up 166 Dongkiz: All I Need Is You 165 Hyolyn: 9Lives 164 TOO: Magnolia 163 J.Y.Park & Sunmi: When We Disco 162 Xum: Ddalala 161 Youngha: Dark Cloud 160 Ong Seongwu: Gravity  159 Verivery: Thunder 158 Oneus: Bbusyeo 157 HA:TFELT: La Luna 156 Ong Seongwu: We Belong 155 Gfriend: Crossroads 154 Park Jihoon: Wing 153 WEi: Twilight 152 YooA: Bon Voyage 151 SuperM: Tiger Inside

150 April: Now or Never 149 Ha Sungwoon: Forbidden Island 148 Lovelyz: Obliviate 147 Secret Number: Who Dis? 146 ENOi: Cheeky 145 AleXa: Do or Die 144 HYO: Dessert 143 Victon: Howling 142 æspa: Black Mamba 141 Soyou: Gotta Go 140 MCND: Ice Age 139 Kim Kyunghoon, Kim Heechul, BIBI: Hanryang 138 Moonbyul: Eclipse 137 Secret Number: Got That Boom 136 WayV: Bad Alive (the Korean one thank u) 135 GOT7: Not By the Moon 134 NCT127: Punch 133 XRO: Welcome to My Jungle 132 Donkiz: Beautiful 131 Kim Wooseok: Red Moon 130 Han Seungwoo: Sacrifice 129 Blackpink: Ice Cream 128 Gfriend: Apple 127 UP10TION: Light 126 Blackpink: Lovesick Girls 125 GOT7: Breath 124 Verivery: G.B.T.B. 123 CL: +HWA+ 122 Irene & Seulgi: Monster 121 K/DA: The Baddest 120 Cherry Bullet: Hands Up 119 Lucy: Jogging 118 Twice: More & More 117 AleXa: Revolution 116 LeeHi: Holo 115 Day6 (Even of Day): Where the Sea Sleeps 114 B1A4: Like a Movie 113 Park Jihoon: Gotcha 112 Ghost9: W.ALL 111 Enhypen: Given-Taken 110 BAE173: Crush On U 109 SuperM: One (Monster & Infinity) 108 Max Changmin: Chocolate 107 Pentagon: Dr. Bebe 106 NCT Dream: Ridin’ 105 Verivery: Lay Back 104 Mino: Run Away 103 Ghost9: Think of Dawn 102 SuperM: 100 101 Weeekly: Tag Me (@Me)

100 Natty: Nineteen 099 Somi: What You Waiting For 098 Jessi: Nunu Nana 097 CLC: Helicopter 096 TxT: Blue Hour 095 (G)I-DLE: Dumdi Dumdi 094 Oh My Girl: Nonstop 093 Solar: Spit It Out 092 Monsta X: Love Killa 091 HA:TFELT: Life Sucks 090 AKMU: Happening 089 Lee Suhyun: Alien 088 Kard: Red Moon 087 Treasure: Mmm 086 Golden Child: Without You 085 AB6IX: The Answer 084 Hwasa: Maria 083 Sunmi: pporappippam 081 Jamie: Numbers 080 Yook Sungjae: Come With the Wind 079 Jackson Wang: 100 Ways 078 The Boyz: The Stealer 077 Dreamcatcher: Boca 076 The Boyz: Reveal

075 Treasure: Boy 074 (G)I-DLE: Oh My God 073 BTS: Dynamite 072 Woodz: Bump Bump 071 Itzy: Not Shy 070 Twice: I Can’t Stop Me 069 Chungha: Stay Tonight 068 Astro: Knock 067 Onewe: End of Spring 066 Iz*One: Panorama 065 NCT U: Make A Wish (Birthday Song) 064 Everglow: Dun Dun 063 Kard: Gunshot 062 AB6IX: Salute 061 GWSN: Bazooka! 060 Winner: Hold 059 Nu’est: I’m In Trouble 058 NCT 127: Kick It 057 Zico: Refresh 056 SF9: Summer Breeze 055 E’Last: Swear 054 Kim Namjoo: Bird 053 CIX: Jungle 052 IU: eight 051 Mamamoo: Dingga

050 Stella Jang: Villain 049 Heize: Midnight 048 Monsta X: Fantasia 047 BTS: ON (feat. Sia)--I’m just kidding lmao but could u imagine 046 Itzy: Wannabe 045 cignature: Nun Nu Nan Na 044 Taemin: Criminal 043 Agust D: Daechwita 042 Blackpink: How You Like That 041 Dreamcatcher: Scream 040 Woodz: Love Me Harder 039 ONF: Sukhumvit Swimming 038 Oneus: To Be Or Not To Be 037 Loona: So What 036 April: LaLaLiLaLa 035 Everglow: La Di Da 034 Pentagon: Daisy 033 Stray Kids: Back Door 032 Treasure: I Love You 031 cignature: Assa 030 Eric Nam: Paradise 029 Mamamoo: Aya 028 Weki Meki: Cool 027 cignature: Arisong 026 BTS: Life Goes On

025 Eric Nam: How You Been 024 Oneus: A Song Written Easily 023 A.C.E: Goblin (Favorite Boys) 022 Loona: Why Not? 021 Golden Child: One (Lucid Dream) 020 StayC: So Bad 019 Taemin: Idea (理想) 018 Iz*One: Fiesta 017 Weki Meki: Oopsy 016 Bvndit: Jungle 015 Ateez: Inception 014 Seventeen: Left & Run 013 Apink: Dumhdurum 012 Weki Meki: Dazzle Dazzle 011 Loona: Voice

010 Iz*One: Secret Story of the Swan 009 Ateez: Thanxx 008 TxT: Can’t You See Me? 007 Seventeen: Home;Run 006 Chungha: Play 005 N.Flying: Oh really. 004 Ateez: Answer 003 Day6: Zombie 002 BTS: Black Swan 001 Stray Kids: God’s Menu

Remember when I used to link all of these to their youtube videos? Hahhha yeah, that’s not happening this year :”D

[iwanthermidnightz]

even after all those years there’s so much unnecessary hate and drama in the ts fandom (from hets) and I don’t feel like I belong here.I have been a Taylor Swift fan since I was in middle school but all these antis and their ridiculous posts make it really hard sometimes.And some fans are just plain homophobic.I can’t imagine how Taylor must feel when she reads their posts bashing gays and Karlie.

This is going to be a lot because I’ve been ignoring a lot of what you mentioned. You do belong! Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you don’t because of who you are and what you believe. My advice is to block all negative people period. It has made my life so much better when I don’t have to see it. These people have literally nothing better to do than to TERRORIZE a group of people who are literally causing no harm to anyone because they don’t want it to be true. They stalk our tags and our blogs and take screenshots and take out their issues on others who are different. They get off on making fun and belittling. It’s weak and shallow and transparent. Please worry about you! Work out your issues in your drafts, we aren’t your punching bags. I only follow likeminded blogs and allies. I don’t care if Taylor follows a certain blog or not or if they’re a popular blog that a bunch of other swifties follow. If you’re an asshole to the lgbtq community I’m not following period. If you don’t have an open mind and heart adios. I find it hard to imagine being such a dedicated fan for so long that they wouldn’t listen, truly listen to what Taylor has been preaching and saying. And they claim they respect her more because they don’t worry about her personal life but at the same time fawn over the smallest stunt she does with ***. I have seen and heard a lot but you can control a lot of what you see. Taylor has made clear that anyone who is homophobic or spreading hatred (especially her ‘fans’) is on the wrong side of history. Don’t think she doesn’t see it. So for all the people trashing Karlie when Taylor has never dropped one hint about a fallout, kindly exit the building. Think about what you’re saying. Don’t do to Karlie what thousands of people did to Taylor. They are both strong and talented women in their own right. And Karlie hasn’t done or said one bad thing about Taylor. I know some people don’t have the range to care or understand what closeted people go through (especially at that magnitude), but I’m going to always call out ignorance when I see it. I have a hard time believing they’d say half the things they do if they knew Taylor was watching. And what’s worse is a lot of these people and I mean popular people KNOW the truth and support it in private, yet in public they’ll deny it cause they’re mutuals with a lot of *oes. Fake af. So for you my friend, make sure you are surrounding yourself with the right people. I’ve found my tribe here because we all stick up for one another and do what’s right. If these people don’t agree with something the last thing they should do is come around here and tell us. Does it look like we care? We care about the hatred, not your ignorant opinions. Save it for the drafts. Taylor has gone out of her way for the past almost two years to speak up and let the public knows what she stands for. Listen. Open your eyes and stop the bullshit.