#so uh there will be more sporadic posts for a bit

[mpc-unofficial]

That's the power of the delibird delivery! Always running, but sometimes they're a bit late and only deliver small gifts and treats (mostly around holidays, both national and international)

It's not the best delivery service and Im pretty sure the delibirds just eat the treats sometimes instead of delivering them.

I see, hopefully they don’t end up like the pelipper…

[bloodsalted]

lil update. some medical stuff, just so ya know! (long winded. sorry!)

// soooo. now that everything is settled and fine. i just wanted to pop a message up to say thanks to everyone for being so patient with me this past month. i had a pretty big health scare that i didn't really talk about unless it was privately to a handful of people. i'm talking about four. and barely anyone offline. most of which happened about a week before the final test because i don't like people worrying about me. it was the kind where a biopsy is done and all that jazz. waiting from one test to another and the results was a mental mind fuck to put it bluntly. with my ocd and anxiety/panic disorder being triggered mainly by my health? uh. it was a wild ride. i was up and down in my moods and carrying on as normally as possible but my brain was pretty much nonstop--that.

but!!! everything is clear and non-threatening and how my gut kept telling me it'd be. ahh mental health working against you tho. it's a bitch! took me even a week or so after the good news to start getting back into my head correctly! a nurse told me it was the adrenaline built up in my kidneys and leaving my body making it so tired! this week i'm FINALLY feeling back to my normal self. with a bit more of an appreciation for my family, friends and all my loved ones. and you guys and gals and non-binary pals, too! the dash was a blessing to occupy my time with. even if i wasn't writing. reading your posts always makes me happy. so if you're on my follow list? and part of my day to day?

this is just me saying thanks. i appreciate you all more than you know. and man. don't take your health for granted. take care of yourselves. get your check ups. and do what's right for your body. cause i love ya. i'm cleaning today off and on. but i'm planning on binging some supernatural and some spooky stuff once everything's how i want it and dusting off my writing brain as i go! did a lot of video gaming to try and fill up my brain when i was being quiet, too. but it's not the most creative thing in the world! so!!! catch up is coming! much love!

ps. it took me a while to post this cause i'm so so so freaking never wanting to give peeps a reason to worry. but i really wanted you guys to know what's up and why my activity has been so sporadic/focused on a small amount of things. give ya the ol' heads up. i know none of you expect a reason or whatever. i just thought i'd share. and give ya all a reminder that you're important.

[scummy-writes]

The hurricane went by me, but ended up going through and hitting where my family and friends live. My family is fine despite some issues in town, however the town they live in mainly just got hit on the side. But my best friend, who I've known since we were children, lost their home and car. They lost everything that they didnt bring when they evacuated.

Obviously, I am preoccupied trying to help them out, but realistically all the roads near them got damaged and I can't GO there and help them, and it will likely be Weeks until I can.

They have food and water and they're in a safe place with their polycule. So instead I'm focused on building up some stuff for them for when this calms down a bit, like homegoods and similar. I'm hoping FEMA will help them too, even if its limited.

All of this to say that I am stressed. Understandably so, I hope!!!!! I don't know what this will mean for writing, honestly writing is a stress reliever despite how I talk about it, but I may just be too busy for a little bit. Or, when I have downtime I'll go insane and write a lot.

I want to like. Apologize in advance if I seem Very Fucking Odd in the upcoming weeks, like sounding frazzled or sporadic posting or really odd fanfics/writing quality decrease/etc. At the end of the day its my blog so like, i'll post whatever, but like. Still. I'm not very worried about writing stuff moreso than accidentally misreading tone more often than usual.

I may end up uh. Stopping the @ikemen-daily-questions too? Unless i hit some sorta zen moment and write out a buncha new qs and fill up the queue for a while. Idk im not thinking too hard about it right now.

Edit: gonna queue this to post a few times

[stoic--rose]

ok hi ive been struggling lately with my psp battery i bought at a retro game store near my place. its been doing a lot of weird things so today i finally decided to run some tests relating to its true battery life, and got some weird results. heres my findings

first, some background knowledge. i have a psp model 3000, it's the newest (exclusing the psp go) model of psp, and came stock with a 1200 mAh battery when it was sold. i had a hard time finding a common consensus on the battery life of a stock psp 3000 battery, but it seems to me that it would last around 6 hours when not doing anything intensive, and around 4 hours if you're playing a game or something.

the replacement battery i bought was an aftermarket battery for the 3000 by a company called xyab, and this battery was advertised at being 800 mAh, and somehow would provide "up to 6 hours of extended gameplay", according to the packaging. yeah, sure bud.

well, when i got home and put this thing in my psp, it came with a full charge and was working great. then, when my friend was playing it, it just randomly shut off, even though it didnt seem to be at low battery or anything. (i hadnt done any research on psp batteries at the time so the 800 mAh capacity didnt raise any red flags to me yet) then, when i was at work one day, the same thing happened again, and it appeared to be at 2/3rds of battery capacity when it happened. (this time i was the one playing it, so i had first hand experience.) usually, when a psp's battery is low, the green battery light will flash a bit, indicating that you need to charge it. when it shut off this time, it hadn't been blinking at all, so i figured something must have been up.

today i finally bit the bullet and ran some tests on the thing to make sure i wasn't nuts. i recorded my psp on the battery info screen, let it sit without being plugged in, and checked back on the footage later to see the percent it was at when it shut off. like i'd suspected, it shut off when it was at 38%, or around 1/3rd of its supposed battery. it lasted around 4 hours, and didn't flash the green battery light at all around the time it shut off. so, yeah, an 800 mAh battery was a scam, to say the least.

afterwards, i decided to record it charging the battery back up for a bit, and it was even funkier than when it was running the battery down. it would sporadically jump from 0% to 8%, then to 23%, then at around the 30% mark it just rocketed up all the way to 60%. i had stopped recording at that point, but then something funny happened.

uh, charging complete? you sure about that, man? yeah, it said this around the 66% mark, which solidified my theory that it was just a normal psp battery with about 2/3rds of the capacity it was supposed to have.

in conclusion, if you're gonna buy a psp replacement battery, dont buy one that says it anything under or above the 1200-1400 mAh range. if its under, you're gonna have a bad time like i did, and if its over, its literally a lie because, at the size normal psp batteries are, they literally cannot contain something with, say, 3600 mAh, which is what my old psp battery was, and it's most likely a scam. if you want to read up more on info about getting replacement psp batteries, i recommend this reddit post that i referenced when looking for a battery to replace this current one ive been complaining about this entire post.

pretty much this is all just to say, fuck this stupid ass battery it made my psp shut off when i had been playing persona 1 for a long ass time and i didnt save and it made me lose like 2 hours of progress

[w3bhead4lyfe]

hey chat

so...

idk if any of u guys r here from my dc x Spidey crossover/ao3, but if you are i have some things to say!

so uh,

1. sorry for not updating in almost two months..

2. the reasons i haven't updated is bc i was busy with school ending(+ some other stuff) and i have been meaning to go back thru and rewrite the previous chapters to make them more detailed and flow more smoothly!

3. im currently out of state and don't have my laptop w me, but im gonna try and write something tonight if im not too exhausted!

4. i have other fic ideas in mind that will also start to be written and posted on ao3 since it's summer time and im gonna have a little but more free time, but i will still probably keep updates on TSOTWCUA (my dc and spidey fic) as once a month on sporadic dates

5. im starting to get back into anime a little bit so maybe be on the lookout for that if you're interested!

6. if youre here from my merlin content, specifically my pirate au, please know that i will try and get some where with that! but im also still not too sure on what pairing to have if i even have one (i probably will)

so uh yeah that was that! if you read all of this tysm and sorry lol!

don't be afraid to send me asks btw! feel free to gently harass me if you feel the need!

i can't promise an exact date for chapter 7 of tsotwcua so js watch ur email for an update notification!

also ill try and post more on here🙏🙏😼

[cherrytree-irl]

ooc post in which i talk about several things

yo. i haven't been posting much lately. i've mentioned it a little on my other blogs, but the inactivity is because i've been having health issues. i'm too stressed and tired and sick to be doing much roleplaying. which sucks because i really like doing it.

uh, i should be fine eventually, as long as the doctors decide to actually do something about it instead of making me jump through a million hoops.

i've been posting somewhat sporadically, and that will likely continue. cuz even when i feel like shit sometimes i get an idea.

i don't really know when i'll be able to come back in full swing. maybe a month or two? take that with a shaker of salt.

anyway here's where i talk about another thing, thus making this a post about several things. this next section is for cherrytree-irl followers specifically, so if you're reading this on one of my other blogs and don't care, you can move on now. cheers

uh. there's this silly idea i've had for a bit, but been a little on the fence about. i have to think about it more, once i can think again. but it'd be good to get your input too, i figure. so...

questions you might have:

which game?

don't know for sure, but likely fantasy life.

why fantasy life?

cuz it's my favorite

why N?

because sylvan is canonically also a fantasy life fan and thus his reactions wouldn't be as interesting. and if he's anything like me, (which he is. that's the whole point of him) he'd probably be trying to get those close to him to play fantasy life. so, not really for thematic or story reasons but more for self indulgence. lol. but hey after all the shit december has put me through i think i kind of deserve that.

although, there is this ongoing theme throughout fantasy life's storyline i think N would have thoughts on and— you know what, i'll save that for later.

why the hesitation?

cuz what if people think it's stupidddddddddddddddddddd.

...kidding. sort of. part of it is because i worry i wouldn't finish the liveblog. i'd just unceremoniously drop it at some point. and also other reasons i was going to explain and decided not to. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[peasthedumb]

Question, actually, cause I’ve finally realised the correct way to word it:

So uh….emotions yeah? Can’t actually remember if I’ve made a post venting this issue before? I usually post everything pretty spontaneously which is an awful decision tbh

Srs question that: if it’s normal, I’ll look melodramatic, if it’s not….idk? I guess I’d just rather know?

I really really feel basically nothing a lot of the time. Other than pretending emotions I think would be correct or entertaining at the time (Which also isn’t hugely a conscious decision btw). Not saying that’s a majority of the time, I do feel stuff normally most of the time too, but it’s usually just very sporadic, and when it’s done, Its back to that void until something else triggers the emotion. And a lot of the time it feels very shallow, that’s the only way I can think to word it.

Is this normal humanity shit or what? It’s not a problem, it doesn’t affect me in anyway, it’s just a little confusing and I’d just sorta like a bit of an answer? I’ve tried to figure it out myself for ages, like I even made characters to explain it to myself, like some science model shit which definitely brings me cringe to look back on (even if the designs were epic if I do say so myself >:3)

Buuuuut yeah, I do really feel like a lot of my persona is more force of habit than actual person, which yet again isn’t awful except for some annoying traits I need to fix.

Ik im better off finding some wacky subreddit to find an actual answer but Reddit is actually weirdly scary to approach somehow.

[keepsmagnetoaway]

Giant-Size X-Men 1 (May 1975)

Len Wein/Dave Cockrum

Here we...here we...here we fucking go!

This is the most important X-Men comic ever published: more important than the very first issue, even. This is also going to be a heinously long post, so strap in.

Notwithstanding the last, uh, six months of posts, this is where X-Men really starts, with it re-starting. In the mid-70s, the team had been without a book of their own for years but sporadic guest appearances had kept the characters present in the minds of readers: many of those guest appearances had been written by Len Wein, who in 1974 became editor-in-chief at Marvel and decided to revive the X-Men, but cautiously: he was going to put out a special large-format issue introducing a new team, and then follow it with further occasional large-format issues, maybe three or four times a year. He wrote the first issue, and got Dave Cockrum to draw it, creating a number of new mutants for the team's rebirth and introducing them all in a series of virtuoso sequences. I'm trying to resist the urge to just post this entire comic, but snippets will have to suffice.

Right away - this is page 1 - we see that the issue of prejudice and fear is back at the centre of the X-Men story, where it has always belonged. Not all the characters were totally new, though: one of the had been seeded a few months ago in Incredible Hulk, as we have seen.

Banshee, meanwhile - who, as we know, is canonically a country music freak - was also returning (slight sigh).

That's an interesting start - three characters and none of them Americans - but what about some non-white characters, huh?

So. The introduction and framing of the non-white, non-Western characters in this issue - and in this run of X-Men, to some extent - is obviously, shall we say, heavy-handed.

And yet, here they are - the characters exist, and I think it's important that they are drawn from all over the world: the comic is working hard to emphasise that and in doing so slips over and over into caricature in the interests of foregrounding diversity. It's not great - it's aged pretty terribly, in isolation - but with the knowledge of where these characters (particularly Storm) end up it's difficult to read any of this as actively bad, I think.

Certainly the clunkiest of these introductions is that of John Proudstar, the Apache, and it's surely no coincidence that...well, we'll get to that.

So, there they all are.

And here is someone you do recognise.

This is a long section of set-up, (re)introducing Cyclops and explainign where the others have gone: Jean, Bobby, Warren, Lorna and Alex have all gone missing on a mysterious island that seemed to house a super-powerful mutant (Beast, the X-Man we've seen most of during the hiatus, is now fully off doing his thing with the Avengers and is not involved).

There's so much going on here: we of course are all totally familiar now with the original X-Men, but some reader picking this up in 1975 very likely wouldn't have been, so here they are crammed in and then immediately disposed off. Shout-out also to Cockrum's art here, of which we'll have much more to say as we go on, but it does a huge amount, packing in character designs, costumes, action and plot while still leaving room for effect and emotion that, at times, ism almost Neal Adams-like (here, as you can see, Cyclops was briefly depowered when escaping the island, though he gets them back).

Also, here's our next big theme: infighting, introduced when Sunfire quits and then re-joins the team in the space of a single page. This is both foreshadowing and a sign that this issue was maaaaybe trying to do a bit too much.

But fuck it, this issue is great. Can you imagine the sheer richness of picking this up on a newsstand as a kid. All these characters! All this lore! All this potential! And then we get to the action of the issue, as the team fights its way across Krakoa, which is a kind of pulp nightmare landscape.

Enjoy the drama, the design, the style of this whole page: the looming temple, the strange angles, the sinister greyness of the final panel. Everything here is at the top of its game.

And then the big - if slightly obvious - reveal that the mutant is the island itself. This art kicks ass, and in the meantime introduces another thematic strand in the whole nuclear testing/cold war/mutation angle.

The final action sequence is bersekly brilliant, full of ambitious layout choices and complex storytelling that pulls of the goal of showcasing all the various disaparate X-Men and getting them to work together.

Eventually the fire the entire island into space (??) and the issue finally runs out of room and ends.

So, yeah. This issue was so obviously great, and such a success, that plans changed, and instead of occasional big stories like this, X-Men was revived as a regular monthly book: or rather, because it was still being printed but only with re-runs of original era stories, it was revamped as a book with new stories, starting with issue 94.

That's where this read will go next - and, guided by my trusty reading guide, we'll go right through for about 50 issues with only occasional guest appearances in the meantime, returning us at last to the one long on-going soap opera that is X-Men at their peak. Can't wait!

[gummybugg]

For anyone who's tagged me in writing games, I'll just have you know I wrote a bit more lately, so I wanted to share this little slice I wrote recently (from Crater City in Elijah’s POV):

After Blair finished my makeup, he began dumping the shiny containers back in the box. I stopped him midway.

"You're not going to do your makeup?"

"Me? No, it's been years..." he trailed off. "Besides, in this outfit?" he tugged at his stained shirt.

I grabbed the three eyeliner pens that hovered above the box in his grasp.

"Hold still."

With one hand placed on his chin for stability and the other with pen in hand, I began my work. A whole lotta blood sweat and tears went into it, one could say. I really had to dig deep into my early years of drawing shoddy dinosaurs and horrific animatronics. If there were any memories I was best at recovering, it was my most useless ones.

"Elijah, I can't go outside looking like I came from Cujo's Wacky Adventure."

"That's not even what I'm going for. Besides, since when do you care what you go outside looking like?"

"Are you saying that because I occasionally dress like a slob?"

"No, you dress like Blair," I finished my masterpiece and nudged him to turn around to look in the mirror. "Behold my preschool-level artistry!"

A smile crept up in his face as he touched each of the tiny white blobs I drew on his face. "Oh my God, they're ghosts with boots smoking cigars!"

"They're supposed to be geese," I laughed. "To match your shirt."

"Geese!"

As I handed him the pens to put away, I caught a glimpse at the packaging: May remove with detergent. "Uh, it's ok if the face paint lasts a little bit longer than intended?"

"Yeah, it's ok, I wasn't planning on washing it off anytime soon," he remained facing the mirror. "I'd totally be willing to die in this."

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(Authors note, I copied this text from my photo app bc notion is hard to copy and paste from so excuse the errors)

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Want to rot your brain with each sporadic Crater City post? Join the taglist! Maybe I'll finish this wip someday, who knows! (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

[saysike-skedoodles]

EVERYBODY LIKES YOU

EVERYBODY LIKES YOU!

EVERYBODY LIKES YOU!

EVERYBODY LIKES YOU!

EVERYBODY LIKED YOU!

EVERYBODY LIED TO YOU!

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I felt like I was never going to finish this. But I did! I got addicted to the song "Everybody Likes You" by Lemon Demon again and found myself associating the song with Bex. So what do I do when I associate a song with an OC? I draw some art based off of it obviously. Bex just can't catch a break, can she? Anyways, I still don't really know why I associate a song as sporadic and crazy as this one with Bex. Most of my reasons for when I associate songs with OCs is just "probably something they'd listen to/sing". But in this case I genuinely don't know why I think it's a "Bex song". I guess what the art here suggests is that, uh, it's relating to her trying to calm down when she is struggling to stay calm.... yeah. I've also been on a bit of an MLP high at the moment and I'm pretty sure stuff like Pinkie Pie in the episode Party of One and Twilight in Lesson Zero also indirectly inspired this. Honestly the more early 2010s and before stuff that I find that inspired TMM the more I realised this show should've just been made in the 2010s full stop HAH. I also think I'm possibly fuelling some unknown TMM creepypasta fire once I post this. I can almost see the "TMM CREEPYPASTA WHERE BEX GOES INSANE AND PULLS AN MLP CUPCAKES OOOOOOOOH SCARY OOOOOOH ISN'T THIS SCARY THAT A PLUSHIE CAT IS GOING STABBY STAB OOOOOOH-" Would be pretty funny tho not gonna lie and would add to the whole "TMM being a show from the 2010s" feel LOL. Also thanks to one of my friends that helped me out with suggesting ideas on this. This drawing actually underwent a redraw during the process cuz I didn't like how it turned out the first time so shoutout to them.

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also uhhhh I feel like I should clarify here while I still can cuz I'm a bit paranoid of stuff like this but don't take my word for gospel and start drawing a fuck ton of gorey/REALLY edgy TMM creepypasta art- honestly it would be best if you ask before hand and don't be surprised if i give a "no" answer. Just wanted to mention that since I know I joke about "OOOH TMM CREEPYPASTA OOOOH EDGY TMM FAN CONTENT" but I don't want people to just instantly assume I would be fine with it. We're just here for 2010 fun and games and to also joke about the edginess of the 2010s that I'm pretty sure we were all apart of (I'm not lying I loved the dark mlp stuff). I know TMM is a multi coloured magic animal show but let's keep the dark stuff on the down low- (i say that and the MLP infection AUs have been spreading like wildfire)

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I'm gonna shut up now I have a lot of thoughts in regards to art I make- I dunno if people even read through the entirety of my unhinged ramblings ehehhehehehwijhhwehewfiuhewfhiuehf-

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[all content I post is automatically 13+ if not stated in the title or the content itself]

[awaywithillusions]

gonna be doing more like. actual Posting here i think as opposed to just sporadic bouts of reblogging because im at the point where I'm kinda just down to give myself up to the parasocial panopticon a bit so uh here's a pinned or whatever

- my name is april im 23 and a tgirl

- im in The PNW™

- indigenous in an emotionally complicated "cultural genocide worked really well on my family actually" way

- im an anti-stalinist marxist coming at it from a p heterogeneous mix of influences ranging from newspaper trotskyism to operaismo to the walter benjamin fandom to whatever i want

- interests include art, "cwitical theowy", music (emo/posthxc in particular but i listen to whatever ill prolly be marinaposting in a week), film & tv, retro games, kink stuff, anime (gundam + legend of the galactic heroes especially), and just like generally a hodgepodge of late-stage terminally online pseud bullshit (but in a cool and sexy way)

- i like sayin slurs and being horny so. minors dni, generally dni if you're not down for that or anything else about my whole deal, probably not gonna tag TWs mostly but if ur that down bad for me parasocially speaking and want me to tag a thing just ask and i will Try

- im an addict veryvery recently in recovery & am anti-prohibitionist/drug liberationist/etc

- subjectively speaking if ur still using the word "problematic" in this foul and soon-to-end year of our lord 2023 i probably meet your criteria for that in some way or another

- DMs open if we're mutuals and if you're down to clown in general

[ofgentleresolve]

ferre's thoughts!

hi everyone! so sorry to have been absent ( or at least very sporadic ) here and across all my other blogs- i promise i never stopped thinking about my muses and all of the wonderful dynamics i have with everyone!! recently though, i guess i've been feeling a bit...meh about this blog?? so i'm just going to ramble for a hot second in these bullet points to air out my thoughts and hopefully i can get to some kind of conclusion here....feel free to throw your own opinions in here if you want to!!

this is my fault, but uh, i think i accidentally isolated myself on this blog?? like, these days most of my activity rp-related has been in discord, but i would like...to reach to ppl again if they are still interested....that being said, i know i say i love plotting with other muns, but i also know that truthfully, it takes me a while to open up and it probably doesn't help that i can take like weeks to get back to ppl ic wise....i dont want to get into the details but i'll just say that this summer was kinda...not great ( don't worry nothing bad happened, i'm just going thru a rough patch....) so that's been killing my writing mojo for a while ://

this also relates to the first point, but i realize plotting really does make a difference to me about whether or not i'm excited for a thread so i'll probably make a note about that when i rewrite & condense my rules....

ever since i moved patrick to his own blog, i've noticed that annie ( and since i gave him a connection to her ) and ga ram seem to be the most active on there...tbh there are some muses on my main muse roster that truthfully, haven't been used in months due to the lack of plots/active dynamics- i don't want to get rid of them bc nostalgia and i do intend to write them on occasion, but....if they aren't garnering as much interest then i might just have to switch around my rosters a bit....

this blog isn't nearly as much of a slice-of-life blog as it used to be....if anything, i feel like it might be better to call it a crime & slice-of-life multimuse considering that the muse who seems to come out the most often now is annie....as such i was wondering if....perhaps changing the aesthetics of this blog might help with getting into the mood for writing on here again?? if anything patrick and calum's blogs seem to embody this blog's current core themes more ^^'

this might also mean changing the username for this blog....although i will say, i am quite attached to this url as it's been my brand for YEARS... but on the other hand perhaps a url with a bit more...grit to it could help ( that and if it is change then better to accept than resist...right?? )

also saw lena on my dash ( WHICH WAS A SIGN OF A GOOD DAY FOR ME 🥺🥺🥺 ) and i lowkey?? wanna follow in their footsteps aka be more lax and free-flowing on here...so i might drop the formatting ( sans the small text ) bc that does, i will admit, take up more time to post responses than anything else :'D

okay if you read all of this, thanks for listening, i promise everything will be fine on my end <3 i really really just miss writing on here and being part of dashboard shennagans so....hope to see?? you all soon in the meanwhile, will try to get to some memes & maybe do the bingo boards for some of my muses here <3

[queenofbaws]

these weeks just...just keep comin, huh??? like they don't stop or something ;P

another quick update from queenie hq: things are going to c o n t i n u e to be sporadic and strange on my end for the next couple weeks. i'm going to be hosting family, again, until roughly the end of the month, so alas, i'm not anticipating a ton of writing time. or relaxing time. or time where i'm not gritting my jaw and screaming internally. SUCH IS LIFE!

however, i'm totally psyched to report i fiiinally got to cross one long-running wip off my list (the tale(s) of the champion), and oooh the feeling of seeing a complete checkmark for that baby over on ao3 is fueling the fire for me to wrap some others up too ;P my plan for the time being is still to try and get out a chapter or two of like wringing blood in the near future, but i'm also going to be working on finally wrapping of mummy men & bathtub soup so i can open the door for other CREEPs projects. we shall see.

as always, i've thrown some snippets under the cut - strictly supermassive projects this time, hehe - and i hope you're all doing well <3

of mummy men & bathtub soup

“Uh huh. Look. I’m sure you guys have something hilarious planned for me tonight. Another A+ jumpscare courtesy of Washington Pictures, Inc. And I’m also sure that the more of this crap you get me to gobble up, the antsier all your cloak and daggers bullshit makes me, the funnier it’ll be when I fall into a swoon or whatever, but it’s not happening. Am I the brightest bulb in the lamp? No! I’m not! Am I the sort of moron who gets bit by a dog and tries to pet it a second time? Also no!”

Sam had barely started shaking her head when Fliss joined them, an unspoken question in her eyes. She latched onto her instead. “People keep talking about last night. I've heard someone mention weird stuff happening on at least three separate occasions already, so if anyone could give me just a little context, that would be so great.”

“Weird is…one way to put it,” Fliss said. “It’s not the word I would’ve picked. Freakish, maybe. Terrifying, definitely. It must’ve taken you guys forever to set that up! It was—”

“Oh no,” she breathed, dropping her head into her hands. Conrad almost expected her to sink into a nearby chair or go full-on crisscross-applesauce on the floor, so intense was her reaction. She didn’t: If anything, she set her shoulders and squared herself off, assuming the air of a battle-hardened soldier. “Okay. Okay. Okay. Listen to me. I know you think this is about you because you think everything’s about you, but I am telling you, it's not."

upcoming CREEPs project with a title that 100% spoils ALL the surprise of it and thus will not yet be included asdlkfjalskjfklsjdf

“Any word from our housetergeist?”

“Uh, not unless they suddenly share yours and Josh’s love of absolutely inscrutable inside jokes,” Ashley called back, equal measures relieved and disappointed to see the fridge decorated with the same message the guys had put up before their trip: DO THE BARTMAN. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the door open and rummaged around, making a happy little sound when she spotted what she’d wanted. “Hey,” she called again, “are you gonna be upset with me if I drink the last cream soda?”

“Josh might be!”

“I wasn’t asking about Josh, you dip! I was asking about you!”

“Oh. Then, yeah, heartbroken. I-I-I don’t know how I’ll survive! I might have to reassess this whole relationship thing. Honestly, I can’t believe you’d do something as heinous as drink the last cream soda! I thought I meant something to you!”

She grabbed the can and shut the door, groaning, “Ha ha,” before stopping cold.

The fridge magnets had moved.

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“Hey,” he said, giving the grate a hard shake. They all winced, pulling even farther away until they pretty much fell on top of each other. “Chill. They’re fuckin’ dead. Shit’s fine. Don’t be weird about it.”

Good deed done, he turned back around to rejoin the guys, and—fuck.

Right away, Bobby knew he didn’t like the way Chris was sizing them up. He didn’t know why he didn’t like it, he just knew it spelled trouble, one way or another.

Jack seemed to agree with him. “No,” he said long before Chris even opened his mouth. “Whatever it is you’re brewing in that snowglobe you call a skull, quit while you’re ahead. Or while you still have a head.”

“Your plan didn’t work.” For someone who usually stayed at base during their hunts on account of ‘not wanting to die the world’s stupidest death,’ Chris sure was sticking his finger awfully close to Jack’s face. That was biting range. And Jack could move quick when he wanted to. “Your plan worked even less,” he continued, moving that finger to Travis’s face instead, and Jesus Christ, that was worse!

Travis didn’t answer him. Not at first. He sucked his teeth, though. Stared at Chris’s finger. Probably thought about breaking it off if he didn’t get it out of his face. “If you don’t get that outta my face, I will break it off, so help me God.”

Yeah. Checked out.

[p5x-theories]

Heya sorry to ask such a sizable question, but do you remember what dates the story updates came out on?

It's just been literally ages since both updates the Second Chapter came out, so I don't know if there's gonna be something of a set schedule of time between them like in most other live games

I hate to sound impatient and I don't wanna be too hard on the developers themselves, but for this game it does honestly get exhausting a times in having to wait for the announcements of them for what feels like a sporadic rollout × ×

Uh, yes, I do have that information, readily available for you! It sounds like my Version List from this blog's pinned post has what you're looking for.

There's a clearly defined, set schedule for game updates. I mean this in the nicest way possible, so please don't take this the wrong way, but are you new to this blog/keeping up with the game news...? As explained in A5 of this blog's FAQ: "game updates will follow a loose pattern of: story update -> event update -> gameplay update. Story updates include things like new Palaces and story teammates (for instance, when Miyazawa’s Palace and Soy were added in Version 1.1), whereas so far event updates have mostly added new parts of the P5 Collab (for instance, the Museum Chapter and Yusuke were added in Version 1.3.1, and the Bank Chapter and Makoto were added in Version 1.3.3), with the exception of the summer event (Versions 2.1.1 and 2.1.2). Gameplay updates add onto side quests, Confidants, plus other existing content, and generally include gameplay fixes."

Updates have thus far come out every two weeks without delay. Event updates seem to always be broken into three parts, but story updates and gameplay updates have always been one part each. This means that, after Version 2.2 adds to Chapter 3 of the story on the 12th (in China; it may still be the 11th in your time zone), we know two weeks later will start the three parts of the event update (Version 2.3.1, 2.3.2, and 2.3.3), and it's extremely likely that a gameplay update (Version 2.4?) will follow on November 7th, so the next story update can be assumed to arrive on November 21st.

It is a bit of a wait, but they do give us plenty of other fun stuff in between those updates, and I'd much rather the developers have time to put things together properly, and deliver the story the way they want, rather than rushing to update the story faster or in larger chunks. They've warned us in the past that story updates may start to come in even smaller chunks later on to ensure quality, and probably because they have less of the work for them done in advance.

I think asking for a bit of patience from us is pretty reasonable, in the grand scheme of things. It's a lot of work to make a video game, even if it's a whole company working on it! And ultimately, the story being drawn out gives us fans more time to have fun speculating and theorizing and appreciating the little things- in my opinion, that experience between updates is almost as fun as actually getting to see what happens during an update! It's like how watching a TV show that airs weekly is different from binging it all at once.

[eddiernunson]

Eddie | Trapped | Part 3

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.1k

Contains: Smut <3, oral (f & m receiving), heavy making out, mutual pining, thick tension. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

Authors note: Last one didn’t get very much attention but I try not to let that get to me. I don’t write smut very often but I do read it. So i hope you enjoy. Eddie Munson owns my ass, unfortunately. Just ask my best friend.

If you asked Eddie Munson where he thought he’d be in 24 hours, 24 hours ago, he would’ve said probably messing around with his trailer. He couldn’t have predicted you’d there with him, standing awkwardly by the door. “Uh, sorry it’s a bit messy,” he says, hastily picking up garbage and putting dishes in the sink. “Maid took the week off,” he joked, met with silence.

“It’s fine,” you say, sliding your hands in your back pockets. “You should see my room. A complete mess.”

After Eddie throws the garbage out he rubs his hands, as if washing them dry. He puts his hands on his hips, wondering what his plan was when he invited you over. He glances back at his room, tempted to lead you there but decides against it and turns to his living room couch. A movie will do, he supposed.

“So, you want to watch a movie?” he asks, pointing to his television and the couch right in front of it.

You looked to where he was pointing, thumbs fidgeting while they dangled out of your pockets. “Yeah, sure, what movie?” To the left side of his 20-inch screen TV, you saw a pile of VHS tapes. You walked to them, crouching down to sift through them. It wasn’t until right now that Eddie noticed how well your jeans fit your ass, admiring momentarily. Holy shit.

He licks his lips, turning away from your well fit jeans to grab some snacks. “Do you want popcorn?” he asks, wandering into the kitchen.

You were overthinking on a decision between Back to the Future or Friday the 13th. Did Eddie mind cheesy comedies? You weren’t the biggest fan of slasher films, but it might’ve given you the chance to get close. “Yes please.” You hesitate before asking. “Melt some butter on it?”

Eddie peaks his head out comedically, his hair a moment behind his sporadic movements. “Butter without popcorn? I’m not an actual cult leader you know.”

You smile, hiding how ecstatic you were feeling. “Are you feeling slasher or scifi?” You stand up, holding the two finals you picked.

Eddie looks from where he’s cooking the stove popcorn over his shoulder to assess your picks. “Hmmm,” he says, simultaneously adjusting the air pop bag. “Good picks, Y/n. I think we should go with Back to the Future.” Eddie picks decidedly.

You look to the movie in your left hand, surprised. “I thought you would go for the horror flick,” you say, not complaining. You look around for the remote, setting down both movies on the coffee table.

He peaks his head back around, paying more attention as the air pop bag increased in size. “I am,” he pauses, concentrating, “but I figured you wouldn’t be.” The popping was getting louder, and you were thankful he was focusing on that so you could smile like an idiot alone in the living room.

You manage to turn on the tv and VCR, realizing it wasn’t all that different from the one in your parents’ living room. Shit. It was round 9, you should give your mom a call. “Hey Eddie, can I use your phone?” Eddie turned off the stove, the popcorn done. While the popcorn was cooling off, he reaches for his landline on a post between the kitchen and living room.

“Here, sweetheart,” he says absentmindedly. He didn’t even realize he hasn’t called you any pet names yet, the name slipping out. For the whole day at school he has done his best to keep it in, not trying to scare you off. Yet this, just rolled off the tongue.

However, you noticed the nickname, the casual way he says it throwing you for a loop. You licked your lips, the name and his dark tone repeating over and over in your head. Sweetheart. You grab it out of his hand, purposely brushing his fingers against his. “Thanks.” You dial your mom, realizing you’d need an alibi if this went on for too long.

“Hello, Y/l/n residence” Your mom answers.

“Hi, mom,” you start. “I just wanted to let you know I might be spending the night over at the Wheelers. Nancy and I are watching some Michael J. Fox movies.”

Eddie, overhearing this, peaks back out from the kitchen. He gives you a look as if to say I’m not the goddamn Wheelers, you little liar.

“Oh, sweetheart I was just was about to call over there. Your car is still in the driveway, do you need a ride home tomorrow?” her voice was sweet, unassuming. Almost made you feel guilty for the fib. You knew however if you had told the truth about staying at a boy’s house, you’d be requested home immediately and never hear the end of it.

You glance at Eddie, not wanting to assume, but you also didn’t think he’s the type of guy to make a girl walk home. “No, I have a ride home thanks. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, darling. Have a fun night.” She hangs up first, and you passed the phone back to Eddie, who looked impressed.

“Do you need a ride to the Wheelers, then?” Eddie asked, joking.

You squinted your eyes at him, silently asking him to shut up. “No, it was an alibi so my mother wouldn’t kill me for being at a boy’s house.”

Eddie tucked back into the kitchen, pouring the melted butter he made onto the bowl of popcorn. You heard him pop into the fridge and grab something, before rounding the corner back into the living room and plopping himself onto the couch. “Cola?” he hands it out to you, the bright red colour reflected in his rings.

You accept it willingly, giving him a big smile. You press play with the remote, settling it onto the table in front of you. You look around, still no lights on in his trailer. “Thanks. Um, no lights?”

“Do-did you want lights on?” he asks, sitting up frantically to turn them on before you could answer.

You shake your head no, grabbing him by the vest and yanking him back down. “No, it’s fine, just…different.”

You settle into the other corner of the couch, suddenly afraid to even touch him. As the first scene of Back to the Future comes on, Marty waking up late with a phone call from Doc, Eddie interrupts your thoughts. “Different how?”

You forgot what he was asking about, your comment now in the back of your mind. “Hmm?” You ask, reaching into the popcorn.

“You said the lights off was different. How?”

You turn your face towards him, seeing his face already towards yours with the movie reflected in his eyes. You gulped; glad he couldn’t see the visible movement of your neck. “I mean, it’s different from the fluorescent lighting and a tad closer than across a cafeteria.”

He kept his eyes on yours, you thought that for half a second his eyes went down to your lips. You faced forward; sure you had just pictured it. No way he wanted to kiss you. You were just lightheaded from the entire situation. You popped your can of cola open and took a big sip, realizing you’ve barely eaten since after school.

Eddie had no comment to offer back, finally taking his eyes off you as you open the can. He was debating on leaning in to finally kiss you when you moved your head back towards where the movie was playing. Maybe he was misreading this entire situation. He reached for the bowl in between the both of you needing to keep himself from going crazy and becoming antsy.

It was the scene where Marty’s mom was going on about improper ladies and how she and Marty’s dad, George had met. You had already scooched a bit closer to where he was sitting next you, unaware of the smaller distance between the two of you. “Isn’t it weird how normal Marty seems compared to his family?” You ask quietly, the sound of Eddie munching on popcorn.

You looked to him, waiting for a response. “I mean, I think this movie is weird to begin with, Marty basically almost sleeps with his mom.” Eddie says, shrugging to you.

You laughed, tilting your head. “If you don’t like it, why do you own it?”

“My uncle and I both buy random movies to watch together. Kind of how we manage to bond.” Eddie says with a soft smile on his face. “We both found this movie to be weird.”

He looks back at you, keeping eye contact as you set your pop back down on the coffee table. You find your thumb floating back into your mouth, butterflies starting to flutter. As you and Eddie kept your eyes off the movie and on each other, you could feel the tension building up in the room. The lights from the movie were the only light source available, the sharp blue dark contrast as Marty met Doc in a mall parking lot. You put your arm on the back of the couch, feeling a different fabric than the one you had felt before. A blanket. You grabbed at it, feeling cold and hot all at the same time.

You held the blanket in front of him, silently asking if he wanted to share. He hesitated, his eyes searching you for a moment. He grabbed half of it from you and scooched closer, closing most of the distance between the both of you. For Eddie to sit comfortably, his shoulder’s a bit too broad to stay sat shoulder to shoulder, his arm went behind you a little bit, but not around you.

“Is this too much?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I can move further away, I just didn’t want to spend the entire movie hunching.”

You strain your neck to look back up at him, wanting to see his face. It was closer than anticipated. You were close, scary close. You could see stubble. You could see a freckle by his ear you’ve never been able to see before. “It’s fine,” you whisper, noting goosebumps on his skin after.

A moment passes, both of you still tense, neither one of you relaxing into essentially what could’ve been cuddling. You want to kiss him so bad at the moment, his lips glistening after licking them in the reflection of the light. You could hear his heavy breathing, feeling yours start to synchronize. “Hey, Eddie,” you say softly, voice so low you weren’t even sure you said anything.

You see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, your mouth was watering from the sight alone. What if you just..leaned in and- “Yeah?” he asks, moving his face so it was looking down at yours.

Now you were face to face, switching glances between his eyes and lips. “C-can I-“You stutter, cursing yourself. Say it now or never. “Can I kiss you?” it comes out fast, and almost rushed, wanting to get though the potential of him ripping away from you as fast as possible.

You brace for it, expecting it. You hear a sharp inhale of his breath, and suddenly his hand is going up to caress the nape of your neck. “Please.”

Upon hearing the small but definite confirmation, you move instantaneously. You use your hand and do something you’ve been aching to do for 24 hours since seeing him up close in Family Video. You lift it to his face, placing some number of your fingers into his hair. You glance between his eyes, a smile on your face starting to form subconsciously. Holy shit, this was happening.

You almost hoped he would be the one to close the gap after half a moment, too nervous to make the jump. After he didn’t, you lean into him, finally placing your lips on his.

As you leaned in, he helped close it, his lips closed and unsure. You pet his cheek with your thumb, letting him know he could relax into it. Eddie seemed to have received the message, his entire body relaxing into you. After a few seconds of a still kiss, you realize that this might’ve been Eddie’s first kiss. You remembered your first kiss, the awkwardness of it, the lack of confidence.

With that realization, you started to guide him, tilting your head to deepen it. Eddie followed your lead, tilting his head as well, almost as if his body caught up with his brain, he took control. You felt his ringed hands on your hips, both of them lifting you onto his lap so you were straddling him. The sudden movement causing your breath to hitch. You opened your mouth wider, allowing the kiss to become more frantic and needy. “Mmph,” you heard from Eddie, him moaning in the back of his throat. Holy shit, you almost asked him to repeat it, wanting to hear nothing but that for the rest of your life.

You allow your tongue to tentatively swipe against his mouth, asking for permission. He grants you immediately, his ringed hand digging into to your hip. The hand on your other hip slid underneath your shirt and made direct contact with your back, causing a small whimper to escape your throat. You lifted your hips, barely resisting to thrust into his lap. Instead you lifted up your ass so he had to lift his neck to kiss you, grabbing at the nape of his neck while you felt his hands move up and down your back.

Finally, you broke from the kiss, starting to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, lightly nipping. You could feel him holding something in, his hands grabbing at your shirt. You went back up to his lips, grabbing his face and giving a last kiss, this one short and sweet, having this feeling in your cunt starting to stir. You didn’t want to be too much for him, too fast.

You sat back, your hands still framing his face. He took a second to open his eyes to you, dazed and heavy lidded. You licked your lips, taking in his state. You started petting his hair, moving the few strands out of his face. You waited patiently as he came back down to earth, keeping him company as he relaxed himself. “Hi,” you whisper, leaning in to put your forehead against is.

“Fuck,” he responds, breathing heavily.

You giggle, hoping his response meant that he had enjoyed himself. “Was that ok?” Eddie doesn’t say anything in response, just nods his head vigorously. “More than ok,” his voice says, deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Eddie grabs you, yanking you into his arms. You happily accept, still straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hesitate to ask what you want to, not wanting to offend him. “Eddie?” You ask, listening to the movie playing in the background.

“Yes princess?” He says softly, you can hear the smile in his voice. You pause, what if it wasn’t? What if he was offended enough to where he forces you off his lap and out? “Use your words.” He says, noting your hesitation.

“Was that your first kiss?” you ask quietly and back up enough to see his face.

Eddie says nothing, his expression unreadable. He rests his hand on your shoulder. He tucks his lips inward. “Was it that obvious?” He finally says, his voice small, and his eyes now avoiding your own.

You sigh, feeling bad for asking already. “Everyone starts off.. unsure on their first kiss. I just wanted to ask because I didn’t know if you’ve ever…done anything before.” You say it delicately. You knew there wasn’t many speculations around the gossip channels to Eddie’s love life, there were rumours but you never bothered with them.

Eddie looks down in-between the two of you, his thumbs gently rubbing up and down your torso. “No, I haven’t.” He looks to the TV screen for a second then looks to you, looking shy as you’ve ever seen him. “You know, I haven’t really had the opportunity to, no one really wants to be with the freak. Or be seen with the freak.” He says, the words barely coming out of his mouth.

Your heart basically breaks at this, finally being able to kiss him when you want to, and now you want to. You grab his face, kissing him harder than you did before, putting your tongue into his mouth without any moments pause. “Mmh-“You heard Eddie start before cutting himself off.

You stop, letting your hips rest completely on his lap. “Ed,” you say to be encouraging. “you can moan. It’s how I know you’re enjoying yourself. C’mon, show me. How are you feeling?” At your first attempt at a boyfriend in 8th grade, you were embarrassingly shy when it came down to this. At this moment, you were forgetting how to be shy, the only thought on your mind was to make sure Eddie felt like he could be open with you.

You kiss him hard and wet again, this time biting his lip. He bit back a moan again, making you annoyed yet mischievous. Okay, if he wants to play that. You grab him by the hair against his scalp, pulling. It was easier than you had expected considering how long it was. As you pull a second time, you let your hips do something you’ve been aching for in your cunt, feeling soaked already with juices flowing and creating a wet patch on your crotch. You grind your hips down hard, feeling a bulge in Eddie’s jeans. You knew it would backfire as this affected you too, but for the moment you just wanted to let Eddie know he can let go.  The combination of your wet and teeth filled kisses, you pulling his hair and the heat of your pussy finally convinced him to let go of a moan, broken and loud. “Fuck, Y/n! Oh, that felt so good.”

You laugh quietly, lifting your hips off is lap to continue kissing him without grinding, not wanting to rush too much onto him. “See that’s better, Ed.” You whisper, pulling away and looking at his flushing face. It felt damn good to not be the shy and nervous one for once. “Do you need to calm down? Is this too much?”

Eddie gulped staring up at the ceiling instead of you. “I think I need to cool down” You were about to sit down again, until he stops by grabbing you by the ass. “Whoa, there. Stay up. Unless you want to feel my…problem.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you already felt it, so you said “Ok, got it.” You gave him a kiss before leaving off is lap and right next to him, keeping your legs over his lap.

You leaned into the back of the couch, tilting your head to look at him. Eddie was looking right back, arms resting on your legs with his furthest hand caressing your calf. His other hand was high on your thigh, thumb just absentmindedly swaying in-between your legs. As he continues your legs start to tense up, the feeling of your cunt getting wetter as he accidentally teases you. “Eddie,” you start, closing your eyes and fidgeting at the touch.

“Hhm?” Eddie says, sitting up slightly.

“Please,” you swallow a whimper, “please move your hand down a bit. Its-“ you cut off, his thumb stopping right between your thighs, an inch away from where your legs meet in the middle. “Shit.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, realizing what you meant. He lowers has hand from as high on your leg as it was, giving you a chance to relax completely. When you let your legs go limp, they land on his lap, where his boner was currently straining against his jeans. “C-can I keep doing it?”

You lift your head back up to see his face, swearing that what you think he had just said wasn’t real. “What?” Eddie, more swiftly than you were expecting, moved so his legs were lying along yours, and was now laying on top of you.

“Let me,” he says, putting his hand back to where it was before, “let me take care of you.” He leans in for a kiss before you could reply, the kiss wet and needy. You happily accept his kiss, seeing as your mind went dizzy to how Eddie had suddenly taken control of you so easily.

You pause, reaching up to grab at his face. “Ed-“you stutter, breathing heavily. “You don’t have to. I really don’t mind if all we do is-“Eddie leans down to kiss you again, interrupting you. He starts moving away from your lips, keeping his lips on you anyway. He moves down your jawline and to your neck, lapping eagerly. He makes a pitstop at your collarbone, using his teeth, sucking on a specific spot hard.

“God, you are beautiful.” He mutters against your skin. He may have been new, but he learned fast.

“Mmh-“ you whine underneath him, your legs tensing right up as your hips buckle up involuntarily. While his wonderous tongue was working at your collarbone, you felt his hand continue to tease on your thigh. Suddenly it was too much and all you wanted was friction. “Please,” you beg him, feeling your neck vibrate as he chuckles lowly. “Please touch me.”

“Shit,” you hear him say in your neck, his breath unsteady.

You offer to help him, looking between his face and the buckle of your jeans with your hands ready to unfasten. He nods, licking his lips with a dangerous look in his eyes. Something you would’ve killed to be the receiving end of yesterday. You rip off your jeans with a small amount of struggle, the way it hugged your ass just right causing a slight delay in removal. With kicking off your jeans, came the blanket, too. The popcorn, the pop, and the movie all forgotten.

He could see you in your panties now, a pair you wore tonight thinking you were delusional. He was now laying slightly on top of you, his hand and forearm hovering around where your bottom half was mostly exposed. “I-I” Eddie stutters, not sure where to start.

Your perverted mind couldn’t help but think just how hot this all was, offering to guide Eddie Munson on how to get you off. It just made you even wetter. “Here.” You grab two of his fingers where his hand was lingering on your thigh, and pressed them lightly onto your thinly covered folds. That alone makes you whimper, the contact being an almost immediate release. “Apply light- hah- pressure. Up and down.”

“Fuck you’re really wet,” he comments, moving his fingers as you had instructed. His fingers are nimble from the years of playing guitar, which also meant he was a fast learner.

“Mm, yeah that’s good.” You say, breathing getting faster as your stomach starts to tense up. “Means I really wanted-ah- you.” As he continues working you, you feel your legs open up without delay.

Somehow, Eddie manages to find your clit without even asking. You knew it wasn’t that hard. You were too far gone to instruct him now, whining as he looks back and forth between the outline of your throbbing cunt and your squished up face. Eddie is using his two fingers to rub small circles, getting faster and faster as you whine more. “M-more, I need more.”

It was as if Eddie was waiting for permission, yanking your panties off without a second thought. He pauses once you’re exposed, staring between your legs like he’s seeing god for the first time. He licks his lips, a moth drawn to a flame has he gives you one long lap along the centre of your folds. “Oh fuck” you moan, expecting his finger and not his tongue. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably from this alone. You heard Eddie chuckle, you looked down at him, his mouth already wet with your juices.

Finally after continuing to flick his tongue up and just drinking like a man starved, he inserts one finger into you, causing your hips to jerk up into him. “Oh sweetheart you’re so wet. You’re doing so well.” You weren’t sure where his talking was coming from, but it added the perfect amount of pleasure. “Look at you, just so needy.”

“M-make make a hook.” You tell him the trick, needing to know what’d he do once he knew the secret.

He makes a hook with his finger, immediately feeling a spongy area at the roof of the inside of you. You hold out your finger to him, signalling the internationally recognized signal for ‘c’mon’. He catches on impeccably fast, using the motion against your g-spot rapidly. “Ooh, just like that!” You cry out, not even caring how desperate you currently sound. He simultaneously leans back forward, sucking on your clit as your legs convulse and you become undone. The overwhelming pressure in your stomach was building, becoming too much. You could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten a feeling you knew too well that meant you were about to go over the edge. You weren’t aware of it, but you were getting louder and louder, your moans more and more uninhibited. You were tightening up around his fingers, your pussy contracting.

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie.” You say, the edge just right there.

You feel light kisses on your thighs, the extra sensation sending you into a near frenzy. “Cum, for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”

His words send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting your body in waves. Your vison went completely white for a half a second, your thighs still shaking convulsively. You feel his fingers rubbing your hips, as his two fingers work you through your orgasm. Your fingers dig onto any skin of his you can reach, the feeling of skin-to-skin grounding you.

As you come down on the other side, you start to giggle, realizing Eddie’s eyes were focused on you. Suddenly, you start to feel almost embarrassed, closing your legs and your cheeks flushed.

You focus your eyes back on him, aware he’s still staring at you. “Hi,” you say, unable to prevent yourself from smiling.

Eddie isn’t smiling, his lips moist and his and his eyes still darkened. He gulps, his throat bobbing. “Fuck, princess.” He says, crawling up to you. He leans in to kiss you, a confidence in him that is making you wet again already. After interlocking your lips for a minute, not going anywhere in mind, he stops, forehead against yours. “That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said, voice shaky. “Fuck, I could watch you finish for hours, princess.”

You move in to kiss him, reaching your hand down to palm him through his jeans. “Hmm. Would you mind if I returned the favour?” You whisper, leaning over to kiss his jaw.

“Y-y” Eddie says, stumbling over his words now. Not so brave, now, huh.

“Use your words,” you tease him with something he’s been telling you. You palm him harder, Eddie bucking his hips and moaning loudly in response.

“Please just fucking touch me,” he begs you, his head now in your neck.

You palm him harder, starting to feel the length of him. Fuck he felt long. “Maybe we should get off your couch?” You whisper, the feeling of the couch fabric against your ass suddenly over stimulating.

Eddie crawls off the couch, yanking your hand with him, and escorts you to his room. Once in the room he throws you onto his bed, outright shocking you. How strong was he? You lie on his bed, him crawling towards you after taking his shirt off. You reach your hands out to touch him, smoothing your hands down along his chest and down his arms, taking a stop at each tattoo. “Jesus, you’re smoking.”

You flip him onto his back before he kisses you, reminding him it was his turn. After you throwing him for a loop, you kiss him, urgently, and manically. You let go shortly after, starting to use your teeth to nibble along his chiselled jawline. You work on that until you can feel him getting impatient and you start to move further down, leaving sloppy kisses or bites along his chest. You stop at each tattoo, making them each the star of their own little show. As you keep going, Eddie is whimpering in the back of his throat, clearly enjoying coming undone underneath you.

Without warning you grip his cock through his jeans, nearly stroking him. Eddie lets out a moan, almost embarrassed right after by the look on his face. “Shh shh, I want to hear you.” You remind him, and start to unbuckle his jeans.

Now that his cock was no longer restricted you got a full glimpse of how long he was, the tent in his briefs. You crawl even further down so you were between his legs, at level with his crotch. You hold your dominant hand on the waist band, pulling twice to get Eddie’s attention. May I? You ask silently.

Eddie nods vigorously, his cheeks flushed and mouth open. Finally, you pull him out of his briefs, licking your lips as you take in the sight of his perfect cock for the first time. His poor bright red head looked like it really needed your attention. You pump him once or twice, rubbing your thumb on the slit. Eddie’s hips buck into your hand, that being the first time anyone else has really touched him.

You reached your other hand forward and onto his chest, forcing him to open his eyes. You then open your mouth around the head, sucking lightly and keeping eye contact. After a minute of him just losing his damn mind of the feeling your warm mouth around him, you start moving slowly, bobbing your head.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaims, the feeling of his hips raising ever so slightly. You continue to slide up and down, pausing momentarily to lick at a vein, chasing it as it wraps around his cock. You’re keeping eye contact with him as much as you can, eventually having to close your eyes due to your burning eyes.

For a moment you wonder how much of him you can take in your mouth, wrapping a hand round the base and putting as much of him as you can to the back of your throat. You do it unfortunately too hard, his dick hitting your gag reflex instantly. You get your mouth off him for a moment, nearly throwing up. “Shit, are you okay? Do we need to stop?”

You smile at Eddie, understanding this is very new to him. “No, Ed,” you say, doing your best to keep from laughing at him. “it’s okay. That actually happens a lot, some people are into that.” You climb up to him, offering a kiss. “I’m okay, I promise. I would like to continue if you don’t mind.”

Eddie smiled into your kiss, a breath telling you he was laughing. “If you keep continuing like you were you won’t be going on very much longer.”

“As long as I get to make you feel good, Ed.” You see Eddie’s reaction to that, his eyes rolling back and hand going into your hair.

You stroke him a few times again, spreading his precum. More gently this time, you take his cock back into your mouth, deep as you could. Anything you couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around the base, starting to bob your head again. You grabbed his hand in your hair with your free hand, silently asking him to tighten his grip in your hair. When he followed your request without hesitation, you instinctively moan around him as he uses the grip to start to fuck into your mouth. Sure, Fuck can be a bit of a harsh word to use but the way his hips were colliding with your face and his rings harsh against your scalp it was accurate.

His cock started twitching, you knew he was close. You doubled down on him the blowjob started getting sloppy as your spit was gathering at the base and your eyes started watering. You literally didn’t care. “Oh baby, fuck Y/n that feels so good” you hear him babble, switching between moans and spoken words. “Fuck keep taking it, princess I’m getting so close,” Underneath the palm of your hand you felt his stomach tighten, followed by the sound of a muffled moan. Shit he really needs to let himself go.

His warm cum filled your mouth, more than you were expecting. It feels heavenly as you swallow, the feeling of his thighs shaking beneath where you squatted. The salty taste was something you dreamt of at times, so you did your best to take every last drop. As you finished off with a faint pop sound, some cum dribbled down your chin. You looked at him, opening your mouth to show the little bit you haven’t yet swallowed and swallowed audibly.

Eddie met your stare with his mouth open, eyes half lidded and ringed hand on his forehead. “Holy shit, c’mere”

He yanked you to where he was laying, grabbing your face, and giving you a kiss. This kiss had a feeling of urgency behind it, like he needed to tell you how much that just meant to him. It was exactly what he had wanted to do, putting all his afterglow efforts into kissing your still cum-stained lips. You felt it, the emotion hitting you a wave that took your breath away.

You finally go connect your forehead to his, his sweaty bangs against yours. You put a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartrate. You opened your eyes, seeing his brown ones already looking at you like you were a puzzle. “What?”

“Why?” It’s only one word, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“A girl doesn’t stare just because, Ed.” You say, feeling nervous. Making out and third base were one thing but confessing feelings was another ballpark. “I-I’ve liked you. For three years.”

You sit up, realizing he’s now completely naked and your top is still on. He follows suit, his eyes wide and completely speechless. You toss him his jeans, and a different shirt from the Hellfire Club one and run into the living room to where your jeans were discarded across the room from the couch. Well, shit.

You run back into his room after turning the lights on, seeing Eddie just as he was the night before, his elbows placed on his knees, wide eyes except no music. “C’mon.” You extend your hand out and your fingers easily interlock with his as you wonder back to the couch.

As you sit down with your legs interlocking seamlessly, Eddie finally speaks. “Three years?”

You nod sheepishly, rubbing his hand with your thumb. “I couldn’t help myself. I just found it impossible not to take a glance. Mesmerized.”

He sighs, his breath shuddering as he does. “Well. I didn’t realize I liked you until I came into Family Video yesterday.”

“Was that yesterday?” You ask, suddenly thinking it was last year. “Wow. You know I was so nervous I puked after you left.”

Eddie laughs, too loud if you had anything to say about it. “Awww, that’s adorable, sweetheart.” You feel your face warm up and use his hand to hit him in the chest. He laughs and falls over onto his side. He sits back up, his arm against his stomach as if it hurt from laughing. “No, I had no idea. I couldn’t get you off my mind. I went sort of crazy last night.”

“I went crazy this morning.”

He puts his arm around you, tugging you into his chest. “You looked unbelievably beautiful today, princess.” You relaxed into him, feeling like you fit perfectly. “Fucking took my breath away when you ran into class.”

You glanced to look at him, a thought occurring to you. “Eddie Munson, you have mouth on you!”

Eddie licked his lips, his face flushed. “It all just came out, man I don’t know what to tell you.” He huffs out a laugh. “It just felt right. Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It was..” you pause, remembering the way he didn’t shut up in the best way, “perfect, but it just threw me for a loop at first. But please, keep doing that.”

The moment allows you to stay silent together, you suddenly feeling exhausted from only two hours of sleep and one emotional day. “Am I spending the night?” You ask, worried he might send you home.

“You better be. I need more time with you.” Eddie says, his voice sounding tired. “I do have one last question for you.”

You open one eye, the bright blue tv screen glaring in your tired eyes. “Hmm?” You ask, nearly falling asleep on him.  

He jerks his shoulder, forcing you to put your head up and look at him. “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

Your breath leaves your body, and you’re rendered speechless. You nod your head, not believing for a second that this is happening. You’re convinced now that this is a really good dream. Eddie smiles wide at you, and leads you to his bedroom again, turning off the tv in the process. You’re hit in the face with his tshirt, Eddie quietly offering a set of PJs so you don’t have to sleep in your jeans. You sleepily smile as you catch his shirt, taking a big inhale of just the smell of Eddie.

His shirt cascades over you perfectly, and you decide you’re going to steal this shirt. You flop onto his bed, your eyes closing before you land. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the feeling of Eddie pulling you into his arms, and a kiss on the top of your head before falling blissfully asleep.

-

You woke up with your head on a pillow, and the sound of rummaging not too far from you. It took you one moment to remember where you were, some of last night’s events rushing back to you. Oh yeah. Hellfire club, ride in Eddie’s van, sitting in the dark watching a dumb movie, kissing in the dark, and- you sit up fast, the second half of last night hitting you like a freight train. Holy fuck. That wasn’t just a really elaborate dream?

You wonder into the main area of the trailer, seeing Eddie dressed, showered, and making breakfast. It was cereal and toast, but it still counted. “Hi,” you said, your heart beating out of your chest.

Eddie turns around, his damp hair shiny and one moment behind. “Morning sleepy head.” He says, kindness in his voice.

You rub your eyes. Are you really waking up to Eddie Munson making you breakfast? “Did I fall asleep on your couch?”

Eddie chuckles. He was light, his eyes bright and posture straighter than normal. “Nope. I did eat you on the couch, though.” Eddie says casually, giving you a wink.

Shit. It wasn’t a crazy inappropriate dream you had in the bed of your crush. It happened. “Oh. I’m going to use your phone.” Eddie tilted his head, curious.

You yanked the phone and ran into his bathroom, closing the door on the wire. You dialed Robin’s home number, something you’ve memorized weeks ago. Thank God she had her own line. “Please pick up,” you whispered, sat on the toilet.

“Hello?” you hear Robin, sounding like she just woke up. “Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for calling at-“ a pause, “Geeze, 8 in the morning!”

You were quiet, unsure on what you wanted to say first. “I slept over at Eddie Munson’s house last night.” You settle on quietly, voice low so Eddie can’t hear you freaking out.

“Wait, Y/n?”

“Uh-huh”

“Wait, you SLEPT AT HIS TRAILER LAST NIGHT?” You winced as she yelled in your ear, eardrum nearly bursting. “Tell me everything. Please.” Robin sounded wide awake now, intent on knowing everything now.

You twisted your finger in the cord, feeling shy. “Um, well. We watched a movie. Then we made out-“

You heard Robin guffaw into the phone, bursting into giggles, “Whoa, whoa, whoa pause. You can’t just jump into that I need more!”

You sigh, thinking of the cord pulled across the hallway and into the bathroom. “I don’t have a lot of time but when I need to get ready for my date tonight I’ll tell you, ok?”

“You have a date tonight?” Robin asked, voice lower but still incredulous.

“Robin!” You say, putting your forehead into your hand. “No time!”

“Right, sorry.”

You take a deep breath. “Then, we did…more. Third base, more.” You tell her, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

“THIRD BASE???”

“I’ll tell you more, don’t tell Steve love you see you at work, bye!” You could hear her shouting on the phone as you run out of the bathroom to hang up the phone.

Eddie comes to where you are against the wall behind you, putting a bowl of cereal over your head, wrapping his arm around you at the same time. “Have fun gossiping?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder.

You turn around, now trapped between the wall and him. “Did you happen to hear any of that?” You ask, hoping for a no.

“Only bits and pieces. You slept at Eddie Munson’s, third base, the gist.”

You sigh, feeling embarrassed. Shit. Eddie chuckles lightly, bringing you into his arms. You relax instantly, resting your head on his chest. “Oops.” You feel the bowl on your arm, you peek into the bowl, feeling hungry. “Ooh, Lucky Charms. A man after my own heart.”

Eddie snorts, handing you the bowl and wandering off to the livingroom. “Saturday morning cartoons?” He asks, flipping from the VCR to the broadcast.

You crawl onto the couch next to him, letting your feet touch his leg ever so lightly as you dig into your breakfast, Eddie munching right next to you. “When did you want to go on that date?” You ask Eddie in between bites.

“You have anything to do today?” He asks, eyes still on the TV.

Shit. Work. “I work at 12.”

“Call in?” Eddie asks, his voice sounding hopeful.

You look at him apologetically, biting your lips. It was oh so tempting to call Steve to tell him you wouldn’t be in that day but it’s a Saturday, and you always gave him hell for skipping work after a date. You would never hear the end of it if you did the same. “I would but then I’d be a hypocrite. Plus, I promised a cute assignment partner that I would get at least a C, gotta work on that. Then I must get ready for a hot date, so I have busy day ahead of me.”

Eddie pushed you, unable to believe that you were this cute. “Well, I guess that means I’ll have to give you a ride home, then.” Eddie paused, giving you a look in his eye which made you knew he was up to something. “Unless you can’t get away!” In a fluid motion, Eddie set down his bowl and wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. When you tried to get up, he held you firmly in place, his fingers interlocked in front of your stomach. You tried even harder, planting your feet on the ground and attempting to get up but with no luck. You barely moved an inch. “Are you even trying, sweetheart?” He asked, pity in his voice.

“As hard-“ you try again, “as I can.” You sigh, giving into your fate. “If I have to pee this is gonna be awkward.” Eddie laughed a puff silently beneath you, his fingers still interlocked. You lean back into him, resting your head back. As you lean you get hit with a whiff of just straight up Eddie, his scent intoxicating you. “I do need to shower when I get home.” You felt his grip loosen and you took the opportunity to turn around to face him. You lean in for a kiss, feeling Eddie’s delicate touch on your back. Your hand goes up to his jaw, holding it as you open your mouth just slightly. He happily kisses you back, eagerly returning it. He’s the one that finally cuts it short, kissing your forehead and looking elsewhere, he really doesn’t want you to go, pathetic as that sounds.

“Get dressed, I’ll give you a ride.” You saunter into his room where your clothes were waiting, the dread of going home to get ready for work settling in too fast. When you opened the door dressed (still in his shirt though), he offered you a wide grin, liking your outfit choice. “Just need my accessories and we’ll get going.” You didn’t realize it probably took so long for him to get ready in the morning. A chain on his jeans, bandana in his pocket, bracelet on his right arm, the occasional necklace…

Not to mention his rings. Just thinking of his rings reminded you how they felt against your scalp last night and in your hair. Try not to think about that, you reminded yourself, or we are going to be in for a long day.

Eddie finalized with a jean jacket over his leather jacket as always and interlocked his fingers with yours to escort you back to his van. You knew you were about to be driven home after an interesting night in his t-shirt, but you couldn’t help but notice how easily he just held your hand. As if it were the only obvious thing he could’ve done while walking you to his van.

As you sat in his van with the only sounds being his engine and the cassette it was currently playing. You weren’t sure what it was, but you liked it. You remembered the feeling you had while sat in his passenger seat the night before, your stomach swirling and your heart pounding. The feeling you had right now, butterflies, the beautiful kind, it felt much better.

You look over to him, drumming the steering wheel as he went. You really took in the way his hair was blowing in the wind with his window down, a smile on his face as he mouthed lyrics.

Oh god, you could get used to his.

-

After you leaned in for a last kiss and left his van, lingering for two seconds longer than you should have, you had a hot shower. It was a moment to finally think about the night before.

To really think because what the ever living hell was that? To recap in 24 (or so) hours you went from unable to sleep because of simply talking to him, waking up early to impress him, getting nervous at the idea of him catching you staring, Eddie talking to you first during first period, flirting across the cafeteria, talking for a whole period, then going to his trailer, then you made out with him, then you made goddamn third base with him.

You got out of your shower, feeling fresh but not wanting to get into work appropriate attire. You had desperately wanted to stay in his shirt.

You drove to work to start right on time, looking forward to telling Robin about your night. And yes, Steve will have to know, too.

You pulled up to work, the glaring lights of the store front unsettling in broad daylight. You opened the door with a ding dong, and before you could say a hello, your two co-workers swarm you at the door. They were both quiet, something you weren’t used to. Usually you ended up walking in on some inane conversation between the two of them but today, they were silent. It was creepy.

It dawned on you. “You told Steve, didn’t you?”

Steve laughed, telling you all you needed to know. You rolled your eyes, walking to the office to drop your shit off. Robin followed close behind rambling, “I had to! He was grilling me! You have never had to face Steve Harrington when he’s not included in on something. It kills him and it was killing me to hear about it.”

You set your stuff down, a small denim backpack with the essentials. Yes, lip gloss is an essential. “Robin, I’m literally never going to hear the end of this from him.” You say, pointing at Steve like he wasn’t right next to you.

“Damn right you aren’t!” Steve says, ignoring the fact that you are ignoring him. “Puking on Thursday from the thought of talking to him to third base on Friday? You’re my goddamn hero!”

You shook your head at him, side-eyeing him. “Gee, that was a flattering image of me.” You put your hair out of your way, purposely elbowing Steve as you walk past to the front counter. As you turn around to lean on the counter, you unexpectedly face them. They were still waiting on every detail. “I will tell. Be nice about it, won’t you?” You ask Steve. You’re serious about this.

“Ok. I’ll keep my commentary to myself.” You nod, satisfied by this. “Until I see Dustin,” he says, under his breath. Robin elbows him in the ribs, hard. “Ow!”

You thank Robin graciously and start the recount of your Friday.

The telling goes well, pausing at moments when the occasional customer comes in to return or to browse. Sometimes Steve would get completely sidetracked by a cute girl but it was nothing new. Talking about Friday at school was easy enough, remembering Eddie and your multiple encounters was just passing time at this point.

When you got to the part about Eddie’s trailer, however, your cheeks were burning.

“So, he takes you to his place, he’s making popcorn, you’re making questionable movie choices, what happens next?” Robin asks, happy you’re finally getting to the good part.

“We sat on his couch, I was too nervous to sit close so I sat far away, but as the movie continued I guess I inched closer and closer. Eddie eventually just closed the gap. I was so fucking nervous.”

“Who kissed who first?” Steve asked, arms folded across his chest, half watching the mid-afternoon movie.

“I kissed him.” You said, holding back a smile.

Steve looked at you, impressed. “Shit. I always thought Munson would make the first move.”

You shrugged. “He said he was just as nervous, who knows.”

“Ok so you kissed. Then?” Robin interjected, wanting more still.

“It turned out into full making out. Which, was great. Fantastic kisser. I crawled into his lap after I felt uncomfortable, and I realized we might be getting too worked up so I tried to be the responsible one.” You say, keeping an eye on the movie as well. “When we tried to cool down he put his hand on my thigh and I told him to stop because it was not helping. Then he surprised me by basically saying that he didn’t want me to cool down.”

You know you were editing him a little but telling the status of Eddie’s virginity wasn’t exactly yours to say. Besides they didn’t need to know everything.

“So what exactly did he do to you? Finger? Grind? Eat you out?” Steve asked, his voice sounding almost bored.

“Um 1 and 3.” You say, not wanting to utter those words at work.

Robin pushes you, excited for you and grossed out almost. “Damn, Y/n! Look at you go! So what did you do for him?”

You debated on how to say it without actually saying it. “I returned the favour. Except, you know, different plumbing.”

Robin and Steve shared a look, almost proud of you. “You need to teach me your ways. If you can go from white at the sight of him on Thursday afternoon to this on Friday, I can absolutely find a girlfriend.”  

You hold back your glare, gritting your teeth. You shoot a look at Robin. “Ow! Again!”

You sighed, and sat onto the counter. “Maybe you just suck at dating, ever think about that?” You ask, your voice harsh. “Steve please have some goddamn empathy.”

Steve’s eyes avoided yours for a moment. “Okay, okay. I’m just, genuinely impressed. I mean I knew he would ask you out, he would’ve been crazy not to. I was just expecting a blushing mess for the next two or three weeks, at least before either of you made any moves.” You smile at Steve, he knew how to be a sweetheart when he really wanted to.

A beat paused and Robin said, “Ok so you guys did all that, then what happened?”

You shrugged, kicking the counter. “Well we sat on the couch and talked for a bit before we both realized how tired we were. He gave me a t-shirt to wear, and we fell asleep.” You wondered off into space, thoughts of falling asleep with Eddies strong arms around you, his hair occasionally brushing against your face. “I woke up swearing I must’ve drifted off during the movie.”

Robin smirked at you. You met her eyes and bit back a smile. “Well, then. Sounds like you had fun. When is your date tonight?”

You hopped off the counter to take a look at the returns, figuring it was time to do something while you were at work. “At 7. Could you help me get ready so I don’t end up panicking?”

“Nah, I’m coming over so I can watch you panic.” Robin said, her hands on her hips as she hardly resists laughing when you glare at her. “Also you need to call Nance because I think you owe her a thank you. If it was up to me and Steve it would’ve been way less organized.”

Steve was passing behind you, carrying videos to stock. “Would’ve stuck you in a closet.”

You turned around to face Robin nodding. “And locked the door.”

You smiled at your co-workers, feeling lucky to have friends who care about you like they do. You ended up listening to Steve talk about the girl who came in this morning, her name Marcie and she was looking for a feel good movie for a girls’ night. As you continued working and recommending movies and just being stupid the one thought your mind kept going back to was Eddie and your date tonight.

You were so fucking excited that you ironically almost puked again. Which you were glad you didn’t because Steve would’ve never let you hear the end of it.

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A Life Update

Hey everybody. For a majority of you, this post isn't going to matter so feel free to carry on. If you're new uh... Well hi. Nice to meet you! If you're returning, hey! It's been a while, huh?

My sudden absences seemed to have worried some people, so I thought I'd give a little update and kind of how I forsee this blog going forward. For starters, I'm alive! And in fairly good health all things considered. No need to worry there. I'm actually in school again, going for my master's in a place that I really love. Campus life is a little lonely, but I'm following my passion regardless.

Upon my extended break from this blog, I kind of realized that it got way too big, way too quickly, for me at least... I never started it looking to make a big audience, I just really loved the game and wanted to share my ideas with other people who liked it too. I wasn't ready or even built for the kind of pressure maintaining a blog with so many eyes on it would put on me. I'm an introvert, practically a recluse, it was and still is my very first blog/social media/anything. Interactions are... hard for me.

All of that being said, it seems to me like the fandom has calmed down quite a bit now and I think I may start trying to write again. The OM world has so many rich opportunities for world building and I do still want to write my own works one day... I had to take few months off from the game when it inexplicably broke on me, but since then I have come back to it and I'm still playing. I do so more conservatively now, but I haven't lost any love for it. It's just a cozy time for me.

Updates to the blog will be far more sporadic then they were in days past. I am back in school, after all. I think at this point, it'll be healthiest for me if I only post whenever the inspiration happens to strike me. That way I can keep up with my studies and keep things at an arms length unlike before.

I'm sorry if I've worried you, it wasn't my intention. But thanks for all of the concern I've seen and I hope that I can continue to write here and maybe other places too in the future. 🙂