#something i should have done ages ago XD

[lendubsofficial]

It's done I did it, it's a historical even sdiufh I'm no longer sassinapaperbag, I'm finally lendubsofficial

[milkloafy]

TOO LATE TO BE YOUR FIRST LOVE, BUT I’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR FAVORITE — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: megumi has known you since childhood as his sister’s annoying friend. now, years later, he sees you at a nice restaurant and wonders why you’re all alone. ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: fem!reader, fluff, aged up au, gojo is…here xD, bsf brother / sister’s bsf au, reader wears a dress, megumi checks reader out, reader gets stood up by her ex womp womp��� ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.9k+ ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: first jjk fic and i’m starting it off with a banger cliche ! i can’t help it okay megumi’s sister is soooo pretty pls by my bsf in another life :3 also ik this title is so long i literally could not think of anything so i was like okay yeah sure let’s listen to miss sabrina carpenter and then bam! here we go i guess! 

“Be good to my kouhai, okay Megumi-chan?”

Those were the words that rung through his head as he saw you sitting at a table for two, alone and dolled up in a nice dress with pearls around your neck. 

Megumi didn’t claim to be an expert in your life or personal preferences, but from what he did know of you, you weren’t exactly the type to take yourself out on a date all alone. It drew too much unwanted attention towards you that you likely did not want to deal with.

That was something he certainly resonated with.

After watching you pick up your glass of water and put it down five times all in the span of one minute, he almost felt bad enough for you to head over there and take you out of your misery. Unfortunately, an aggravating voice beside him reminded Megumi why he was in this fancy restaurant in the first place.

“Isn’t that right, Megumi-kun?” 

“Huh?” he asked, turning his attention back to his own table. 

Gojo was leaning forward on the table with a smug look on his face, a look that Megumi learned was never good. Although Gojo had shades on blocking his gaze, Megumi sensed Gojo was looking directly at you.

“I said she’s pretty, isn’t she?” 

Megumi glared at the white-haired pervert with an irritated look on his face. “She’s not for you, old man.” 

Gojo laughed as he held his arms up innocently. “I meant for you. You’ve been staring at her for a while now. It’s kinda creepy, actually.” 

“That’s Tsumiki’s friend,” said Megumi, choosing to ignore Gojo’s comment. “One of her closest. Not sure why she’s here by herself. I just want to make sure she’s not in any kind of trouble.” 

“Well, let’s examine the evidence,” Gojo declared, clearing his throat before counting his fingers on one hand. “One, her hair and makeup are done real nice. Two, she’s in a fancy dress. Three, she’s been giving that glass of water a death glare for the past few minutes.”

Megumi raised his brow, unamused. “Okay. And?”

“Your sister's friend over there has just been stood up,” concluded Gojo, leaning against the back of his chair in satisfaction. “Now, if you’re going to do something about it, I suggest you do it before Yuuji and Nobara get here.” 

“Why?”

“Do you have to ask? The moment they arrive they’ll follow along behind you and see what you’re doing,” cautioned Gojo, as if he wouldn’t join them in an instant. 

Megumi made a face at the thought, but he knew Gojo was right. Itadori and Kugisaki would stick their noses into any and everything that involved him and would somehow find a way to embarrass him yet again. 

Standing up, Megumi sighed. “How long do I have?”

“I told them the reservation was for ten minutes ago. So you should have at least twenty minutes now.” 

“Thanks,” Megumi grumbled, heading over to your table with an awkward expression on his face. He hoped this wouldn’t embarrass you further, but he could deal with your potential attitude as long as it brought you some comfort. 

Though you may be annoying at times with how often you teased him and called him girly nicknames he hated, you were still his sister’s best friend. Helping you save face seemed like the good thing to his sister would want him to do. 

“Hey.” 

Startled, you looked up from your phone and saw Megumi standing next to your table, his arms folded across his chest. 

The moment you met his gaze, your eyes brightened and you waved at him.

“Gumi-chan!” you sang as a greeting, voice too loud for the formal ambiance of the restaurant.

“Shh! Are you crazy?” hissed Megumi, looking around frantically to make sure Gojo did not overhear you calling him that. However, judging by the shit-eating grin on Gojo’s face, Megumi knew Gojo heard and would never let Megumi live this down. 

You giggled at his embarrassment.

Megumi huffed. Shouldn’t you be the embarrassed one here? 

“Long time no see,” you said, motioning for him to sit across from you in the opposite seat. “What’s little Megumi doing at a fancy place like this?” You paused, gasping in surprise from a story you totally just made up about his situation, he assumed. “Don’t tell me you’re here on a date! I have to text Tsumiki! They grow up so fast…”

“I’m the same age as you,” he mumbled. 

You reached over and pinched his cheek. Megumi swatted your hand away. “You sure act younger, though!”

“Shut up.”

Megumi sighed, wondering why he wanted to comfort you in the first place. You seemed just fine to him. 

“I’m not here on a date,” he finally replied, hoping you hadn’t yet sent his sister any incriminating texts about his non-existent date. “Gojo-sensei is treating some of his students out for a graduation dinner.” 

“Aww! Graduation, already?” you cooed, as if you didn’t also just graduate university this year. “They really do grow up so fast!”

“You can stop talking now.” 

You laughed, knowing better than to take his grumpy words too seriously. Megumi was glad he didn’t have to explain that side of himself to you.

“What about you?”

“Me?” you parroted.

“Are you here on a date?”

You slowly brought up your glass of water to you and nodded. “Supposed to be…”

“You’re dating someone new already?” asked Megumi, thinking about the annoying ex-boyfriend of yours you finally broke up with a few months ago. 

Hesitantly, you shook your head, toying with the pearl beads on your necklace. “Not exactly…”

He raised a brow, waiting for you to stop being so vague. 

“He’s not someone new,” you mumbled, your voice clouded with embarrassment. 

“He’s not new?”

“Oh, Gumi! Are you really going to make me say it?” you cried, puffing your cheeks in indignation. “My ex, alright? I was supposed to be on a date with my ex right now. And he stood me up!”

Megumi blinked, his mind jumping through hoops to piece together what you were implying. “Let me get this straight.”

You made a defeated noise of agreement. 

“You broke up with your ex, he groveled and begged for your forgiveness, you agreed to go on a date with him for god knows why, and he still stood you up. And now you’re here, sad and alone.” 

You groaned, covering your own ears. “It sounds even more pathetic when you say it out loud. God. I’m so pathetic, Gumi.”

“Hey,” said Megumi gruffly. “What would Tsumiki do if she heard you say that just now? You’re not pathetic. Your ex is the pathetic one.” 

“You’re right,” you sniffled, nodding at his word. “But I still can’t help but feel that way, though.”

For the first time tonight, he saw a dejected expression cross your face. It always unsettled him to see you unhappy.

“He’s dumb for standing you up.” Megumi rubbed the back of his neck, looking away uncomfortably. “Listen, you deserve someone better than him, okay?”

“Someone like you?” you teased with the start of a grin forming on your face.

Megumi rolled his eyes in annoyance, but deep down, he was glad to see your smile return. 

“Eh? Who said you would deserve someone like me?” he retorted.

You giggled, putting your hand over your heart dramatically. “Ouch! You wound me, Gumi.”

He shrugged. 

“And here I thought you would feel bad enough for me to finally give me a chance,” you proclaimed with an exaggerated sigh.

“Shut up.”

His short words didn’t disguise the heat from spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. You always toyed with him like that… There was no way you actually meant it, he told himself.

“Hey,” he said, about to suggest something he might later regret. “Instead of sitting here alone, do you want to join me?”

Your eyes widened at his invitation and his ears turned an even darker shade of pink.

“Not alone! There’ll be others there,” he said hastily. “For the graduation dinner, remember? But they won’t mind.”

You tapped your index finger to your chin a few times, as if thinking hard, before agreeing easily. “Sure! Beats being alone. And, just for the record, I would have said yes even if it was just us two.”

Megumi scowled. His poor face wasn’t able to catch a break from all the annoying heat rushing to it. “Let’s go, then.”

As you stood, you smoothed your dress down and adjusted the length so you wouldn’t accidentally flash your ass to those seated behind you. Immediately, Megumi found his gaze wandering to where the hem of your dress hugged your soft thighs. His throat grew dry. 

When he managed to tear his gaze away from your body and back to your face, he noticed you looking at him always expectantly, as if waiting for him to explain why the hell he was checking you out for so long.

Megumi cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn’t sound too strained. “It’s a good thing you were stood up, you know?”

“Huh?” you asked in confusion.

“Your ex doesn’t deserve to see how you look in that dress anyway.”

“Oh,” you managed to say, averting your gaze as a bashful look took over your face. This was the first time in ages that Megumi has seen you look like this.

He smiled to himself, savoring the sweet look of shyness on your face. Typically, you were the one teasing him, much to his annoyance. It was nice to get some payback sometimes.

“Thank you, Gumi,” you murmured, fingers toying with the hem on your dress, only making it rise up higher on your thighs. 

“Just the truth,” he said with forced nonchalance.

As the two of you approached the table, the contentment Megumi felt was instantly doused when he saw Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki all ogling at you with their mouths wide open.

“Oh ho ho! Is this a friend of yours, Megumi-kun?”

“Hey, I’m Itadori!” 

“Run while you can! You’re too pretty for him, got it?” 

You waved at the table, somehow not scared away by their obnoxiousness. “Hi! And yes, his sister tells me that all the time!” You looked over at Megumi and winked. “But I think he’s just as pretty.”

Megumi groaned as he sat down in an empty seat, putting his head in his hands in exasperation as he heard everyone laughing together. He was already regretting introducing you to his idiot friends. 

But as you took a seat next to him, he peered at you through a crack between his fingers, and he couldn’t help but feel pleased at the joyful expression on your face. If it was up to him, that’s the only way you would look.

Along with your shy expression, of course. Megumi would pay to see that again as well. 

You met his eyes through the sliver of space between his fingers and grinned at him. His found his worries fading away. 

Megumi sighed to himself. Maybe he should thank your scumbag ex for standing you up, after all. Turns out he quite liked your company. Maybe even as more than just his sister’s annoying friend.

As if you were able to read his mind, you blew him a kiss from the seat beside him and his face reddened once more.

Gojo whooped and hollered at the interaction and Megumi felt himself sinking further and further into his seat.

Never mind, he told himself. You were still the pain in his ass that would never go away.

But maybe Megumi didn't want it to.

[north-noire]

Here are more hcns about Sammy that I drew in my sketchbook long time ago

Sam teases Charlie from time to time, although most of his teasing is usually unintentional and out of curiosity.

Charlie's reaction after hearing Sammy say her name ;-;

Although he is playful and full of energy, he is the least sociable of the Emily family, so Charlie occasionally has to drag him along.

When alive, one of the characteristics that caught Caitlin's attention the most about Sammy is the fact that Sammy unintentionally made that same 'done' face as his father which caused her to tease Henry about it.

Throughout his life the poor boy had to learn that his mother passed away, neither Henry nor Charlie dared to talk about it until Sam reached a certain age which caused him to have a crisis since Charlie reminded him a lot of Caitlin (a crisis which he managed to overcome as time went by).

If Sam found out who killed his sister his whole world would fall apart, he would be so resentful he wouldn't be able to say it in words.

And that's all I have for now, stay safe and take your time, I absolutely loved your ideas on it :)

SCREAMS WHAT YOU'RE COOKING WITH THESE!!! I really gotta draw Sammy soon when I get the time, I love your design of him and your art sm it's so cute znsmsmwkow

Also, fellow cursive writer rise up!!!!

Gonna ramble a lot below this section so I don't flood most people's feeds while I live-react and say my thoughts below :) Feel free to read below ofc!

I love that Sammy takes off Charlie's weave. Maybe I should really draw Charlie's weave getting taken off often as a meme LMFAO

I LOVE Charlie crying after Sammy said her name I'm gonna explode 😭😭😭 also yes, that's so real, Charlie would totally drag him outside of the house whenever it's possible xD I just know both Henry and Sammy tend to spend time together in this mutual yet really peaceful silence amongst themselves.

I LOVE HOW CAITLIN LOOKS IN YOUR STYLE TOO SHE'S SO CUTE ;-; Sammy and Henry truly r like father and son...

ALSO OUGHHHH sammy not wanting to talk to Charlie bc she reminds him of Mom makes me think of Sammy accidentally calling her Mom one time and immediately just. Avoiding her after that bc he feels bad reminding people of her (and her death).

YESSSSS I'm so here for the beef between Sammy and William!!! I keep imagining scenes where he's afraid and yet so angry at him, like maybe William tries to be generally friendly to the Emilys even her Charlie's death (as usual, and unfortunately some way to relieve himself of guilt somewhat) and while Henry does maintain the friendship (up until Puppet Charlie comes along and he has a crisis about it), Sammy starts to just hide behind Henry whenever Will comes along, or even retaliate in some degree (pushing him away and sobbing, runs away and doesn't want William talking to him). Henry definitely picked up on the behavior and got concerned, thinking William must've done something he didn't know (initially his mind thought of something worse, like William hurting Sammy without him knowing or something similar), which sort of escalates into some argument between the two. William doesn't really like being accused of such, he understands, but still stays firm that he didn't do anything to Sammy (which is true). Henry apologizes but he is genuinely worried about Sammy's well-being, with William throwing out the idea that maybe Sammy just isn't taking the grief well or is just going through a lot of emotions and doesn't know how to handle it properly.

Henry reluctantly tells William to go home, mostly to ask Sammy what's been going on and asking him what happened to William without him being in the proximity. Maybe he comes in and sees Sammy listening to the Marionette speaking full conversations with his kid and he gets... Confused, because he hasn't programmed any of those lines. He's confused, but Sammy shortly explains briefly that it's Charlie speaking, and that she's been in the Puppet for a good while now... Henry is a little skeptical, thinking it's just Sammy coping with the grief until Charlie actually does a full conversation with Henry and he's just... Stunned, understandably.

Before touching up on that can of worms however, Henry still asks Sammy what had happened with William and why he's so angry at him, in which Charlie (being Charlie), butts in and says William killed her and that she'd rather not let him hurt her brother in the future. Henry's a bit paralyzed from all the stuff that's been dropped on him impromptu but he doesn't really have time to break down because Sammy is there, but you can see how much this breaks him a bit. Sammy and Charlie agree that William should get it coming to him of course, and while Henry agrees, he says it's best to just find a way to prove William had something to do with it first than do anything... Drastic, to say the least.

SORRY IF THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST bruh I really just wrote a whole ass scenario based off of your awesome hcs and art 😭 I hope you like it! I'm always happy to get fanart from anyone 😭

[felassan]

Quick compilation of interesting comments/comment exchanges from Mark Darrah and folks commenting on his most recent YouTube video, "Mark Darrah back on Dragon Age: Dreadwolf?!" (under a cut due to length) -

[I've loosely organized these into related clumps of comments.]

General thoughts and feelings about the game & its development

Comment: "Well this is a relief. Glad to have a DA veteran looking at this project." MD: "There are lots of veterans on the team"

MD: "I'm helping. The team is very strong" / "There is a strong team there." / "There are lots of strong devs on the team" / "I have great faith in the team" / "I have confidence in the team" / "I have confidence in this team"

MD: "Excited to see how things are progressing" / "Excited to see what the team has been up to." / "Excited to see what the team has cooked up." / "Excited to see how it is coming along" / "Excited to see how things are going"

Comment: "please save DA" MD: "I don't think it needs saving" / "I’m an amplifier not a saviour" / "I'm not worried about Dreadwolf" / "I have every confidence in the state of the game." / "I have high hopes"

Comment: "Please fix that game" MD: "I wouldn't say that its broken..."

Comment: "Can’t wait to see what this game becomes." MD: "You and me both!"

Comment: "This is an interesting development, can't wait to see the final product." MD: "You and me both"

Comment: "Is this a good of bad news? :D" MD: "Good I hope"

Comment: "It must've felt good when they approached you for help! It's definitely a positive sign as well." MD: "I think so too!"

More details on his role, what it will entail and where the game is currently at

MD: "As I mentioned in a previous video, I do consulting now. I did reach out to BioWare first" / "I reached out a while ago to offer my services. I don't expect I will ever be a 'face' for Dragon Age: Dreadwolf."

Comment: "Does this mean that the current bioware lead execs can overlook your advice as consultant?" MD: "Anyone can ignore anyone's advice. See: https://youtu.be/yWPaiWAotwo"

MD: "Game can be played start to back. Still lots to do."

Comment: "Wishing you the best of luck in steering the ship on the game." MD: "My hands aren't directly on the wheel."

Comment: "Hope you will or are happy about what you see that the team has worked on." MD: "I'll see a lot pretty soon."

Comment: "Isn’t it a little too late for that? I mean, if the conclusion is that the game isn’t respectful, will BioWare change huge chunks of the story?" MD: "They are very focused on quality"

Comment: "From your words it seems like Dreadwolf somehow doesn't quite feel like a Dragon Age game and you're coming in to make it feel like one. It should be a great game in it's alpha state, with new ideas etc but somehow people who played it feel like it's at least slightly disconnected from the franchise as a whole. Am I correct? I understand if you don't want to reply since confirmation of that could open the door to negative rumours about the game." MD: "That would be overstating... But its been a long time so it both needs to change and stay the same"

Comment: "I'd love to know what specifically you can do at this point in development, since I assume the game is largely content locked at this point (this might make a good video?)." MD: "Not content lock yet. Firm not locked"

Comment: "Not sure if you can answer this but considering how far along the development of Dreadwolf supposedly is, assumably there isn't going be like major changes to the game's systems and such. So are you consulting them more about lore aspects and whatnot?" MD: "Lore and landing"

Comment: "Has the dragon age team ever done something like this in the past? MD: "We have brought back people late stage before"

Comment: "so essentially.. they had no idea what they were doing and where like 'should we call mark? lets just call mark' 'urgh.. yeah lets. might as well' XD" MD: "Nothing so dramatic as that"

Comment: "I honestly assumed that you were already censoring yourself in regards to Dreadwolf out of respect for your former coworkers." MD: "To some degree I expect this is true."

Comment: "So glad that some deal about collaboration between you and BW has been struck. And I hope the game will benefit from your input, though I do admit I am on the fence about what the leaks have shown, did not look much like any RPG people liking BW content are used to (I hope I am wrong about that)" MD: "Hopefully they can convince you"

Soon™ and after

Comment: "I have real concerns of what is being shared about the gameplay style. Hopefully we get some clarification in upcoming bioware show and tells for expos and trailers" MD: "I expect more to be shared soonish"

Comment: "I hope to see some decent trailers this year. We haven't seen those since 2020!" MD: "We shall see"

Comment: "Can't wait to see more (when you are allowed to talk about it!)" MD: "I'll share what I can"

Comment: "You're still going to be careful about what you tell us, for a while. Totally understandable" MD: "Definitely won't become the all "Dragon Age: Dreadwolf" channel"

Comment: "I realize there's always going to be some things you can't speak about, but I hope that after the game is out and your involvement is completed, you can speak about some of your experiences coming back to work as a consultant vs. executive producer and how/if it shapes your thought and approach towards your contributions to the game and team." MD: "i hope to do this. after"

Questions, feedback and things to pass on to the team

Comment: "I know a lot of the fandom is wondering if there will be more BIPOC and body-type representation in character generation. It would ease a lot of concern if there was an indication that the game does indeed include that representation." MD: "I'll pass this along"

Comment: "Will Dragon Age Keep be supported going forward? Also will we get any recaps of important events from previous games at the start of this one? Also will this be more actioney or more strategic than Inquisition? Dragon Age: Origins is still my favourite for combat and general gameplay, but I appreciate if y'all are going more actioney these days like Final Fantasy, if it's the actioney route though I wonder if you guys could do some gameplay like the old THIEF games for some Rogue quests, that would be hella cool." MD: "I'll pass these along"

Comment: "If you’ll be passing along something to BioWare, I’d be interested to know if the Orlesian Warden-Commander exists as a character in the world. We hear about the The HoF, but nothing from the Warden-Commander. And not being able to port your save into DA: Awakening with a dead HoF, makes me question how canon they actually are. Along with not being able to define them in the Keep." MD: "I'll pass along the question"

Comment: "Now that you have the ear of the project leads I have a small suggestion: It would be great if in DA:D when you hover over a dialogue choice the game would tell you what you are about to say (at least the first sentence) in form of a "subtitle". Deus Ex: Mankind Divided does this for example. Other than that I wish you and the team the best!" MD: "Nice idea"

Comment: "Is Mike Laidlaw going throw two cents as well" MD: "He's too busy"

Comment: "I hope Gaider will come back too." MD: "That seems unlikely"

Comment: "It's a BIOWARE game. Characters and story comes first."" MD: "CHARACTERS CHARACTERS CHARACTERS"

Anthem

Comment: "I hope it's not the same situation as Anthem. :/" MD: "Definitely not"

Comment: "Game has been in the oven for what?, a decade now. I hope it turns out great, but I feel like it will be kinda a mesh with all the iterations and people involved." MD: "Depends on how you count the reboot to pull people to Anthem"

On a possible/requested DA:O remaster

Comment: "you should suggest that it would be a smart move to remaster Dragon Age trilogy like ME Legendary edition" MD: "I don’t think the people that would green light a remaster are listening to be"

Comment: "Get them to remaster DAO ....please. :)" MD: "I'll try"

Comment: " Please consider making a DA remake. I literally pray for this everyday. I hope this reaches you Bioware." MD: "Here's hoping"

Other

Comment: "I don't know how much you can answer this, but I've always been curious: How did you guys manage to come up with the Solas plot twist when making Inquisition? Heck, how'd you guys come up with the character of Solas, period? Whose idea was it, how did you develop it into the absolute masterpiece that culminated in Trespasser?" MD: "I don't actually KNOW the answer to that"

Comment: "It's not about DA:D per se, but please let the team know we still love Dragon Age: The Last Court and hope it can live on in some way MD: "err. I think there are some legal issues in Europe with that..."

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[swaps55]

2023 Year End Fic Wrap Up

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes. Thank you!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!):

Published: 65,113 Unpublished:  41,773 Total: 106,886

It feels like I wrote a lot less this year than previous years, but I think it’s less about word count and more that my two big projects, Fugue and Mezzo, sucked up my entire mental bandwidth and I just didn’t have capacity to kick out one shots like I have in the past. I have a bunch of ideas for fun one shots, but not enough time or energy to realize them.

Also, this number is by no means accurate. My Mezzo Leftovers document is sitting at 11.3k, and Fugue finished up with a scrapheap of 28.3k. Gosh, it's hard to believe Fugue was actually 2023. It feels like years ago. Just writing it aged me 10 years. XD

Smut scenes written (if applicable): None. Did I daydream frequently and in great detail about how Sam and Kaidan reconcile in ME3? Yes. Could I write it in my sleep at this point? Also yes. Did I write a word of it? No.

New things I tried: 2nd person POV, Mordin POV, and EDI POV were all new and very scary things I tried, and think were largely successful (jury is still out on EDI and Mordin because only my beta has seen it, but I’m pleased with them).

Fic I spent the most time on: Probably Mezzo, because I wrote more of it than Fugue in 2023.

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably Capriccio, because it was short and mostly wrote itself.

Favourite thing I wrote: Well…I wrote so little outside of the long fics, because they have sucked up all my time and spoons. Fugue is something I am so proud of, but Mezzo has been so fun.

Favourite thing I read: A Sip of Serenity was a Spec Recs Kaidan & Liara treat fic for me by @screwyouflightlieutenant and I love it with an unholy love. Also, Madrigal and Volta by @dandenbo are PHENOMENAL stories you should drop everything and read.

Writing goals for next year: Finishing Mezzo sounds ambitious, but I guess I can be ambitious in January. XD

Tagging...I don't know! Who hasn't done this? If you haven't, please do it and tag me, because I wanna see. @stormikins? @otemporanerys?

[thesecretoflivereactions]

Alright. We are back with Episode 8. Its Sunday again already and I am not having a lot of energy for some reason, so the best thing I can do for now is watch Anime ^^'

So she heard a story about a young man, who came from the future to protect his mother from misfortune. HOWEVEr the misfortune was that a nomade took and raped her and this is how the young man was conceived. Meaning that he prevented his own existence in order to save his mother. Our Lady here was asked what she would have done and this is her answer. And I think a lot of the fandom will wish later she would have told her husband that she would not have changed the past. (You will get that in Episode 12)

She had never turned into a cat before, even tho it would have been quite convenient at times. Weird that she only does it now. (She only did it here, by the way, because Oscar and she needed to share a room with only one bed and apparently this would make it okay to sleep in the same bed.)

I thought it was just a duel were... you know... the one who loses either his sword or ends up in a position were he could be easily killed instantly loses... but Oscar cut his Arm right off ^^'

This is another one of these rush-rush Episodes were you can barely follow what is actually happening.

This scene really shows that do to the rush-rush-nature of the Anime, we do not really know anything. Tinasha said she aquiered a lot of her power after birth and it totally confused me. Its likely she meant because of that spell her previous monster-fiance had put on her, but it took me a while to even get that it was what she meant. And then she said Oscars powers are sealed. We have talked about him having some magic abilities but she never before mentioned that they were sealed and now even Oscar is confused about that information. After more than 6 months together and the shitload of training she put him through this is the random moment she tells him that?

This woman has serious self-sacrifice tendencies...

He... does? ^^'

This was not just a filler, it also left a lot of questions open. Why did that woman actually rushed to the guys help, even tho she seemed afraid of him and why was the guy in love with her? Not to mention... (although that might have been a translation-mistake) she said her story is from 200 years ago and so it should not have been her own story so... uh... this episode really left me confused.

Episode 9 starts with the reveal that appearantly, the year Tinisha had that contract with Oscar is... over? Time sure flies in this Anime.

Its been ages since Oscar made it clear publicly what he feels for Tinasha and only now someone voices their concern?

This girl can be such a pain in the ass sometimes...

Even if she didn't recognize her feelings for Oscar as love, it is clear she is attached to him. So how can she say this so easily with a smiling face, like it would mean nothing to her to lose him?

I am not even sure who that Lady is, but I am glad that she said out loud what we all have been thinking...

Seriously, why doesn't she? If she marries him her powers will be weakened either way... so were is the big deal in the fact that she is a witch? (Then again, if they both have magical powers, I guess their children will not be normal human and I guess that is something to consider...)

I am the least person to complain about a kiss, but these two are doing it randomly without any substance, if you get me. They are not officially in a relationship and yet every now and then they just randomly share a kiss and while I get that he is in love with her and wants to show his feelings to her like this, it feels odd that she never fights it, even tho she even considered erasing his memories like it means nothing. What is he for her? A toy?

I would usually complain about an interrupted almost-kiss, but since we just got a perfectly fine kiss... I don't feel the need XD

So he has been poisoned, that idiot. With quite the good trap no less. And apparently, she can not heal him.

This is an insta-kill poison, so he should have been already dead, when Tinasha found him. But it could be once again a mistake in translation and what she wanted to say was that it was a very fast moving poison.

They rushed this once again. So Tinasha poisoned herself so she can make an antidote and said that if she dies Lucrezia needs to erease Oscars memories of her. She refused, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember Tinasha and she is nowhere to be seen. Effectively making you wonder if Tinasha died and Lucrazia caved, because it was Tinashas last wish or if Tinasha survived and just decided to use that situation for the spell and left. We did not see anything of Tinasha fighting the poison tho. It was very anti climatic.

I wonder if they made the forgetting-spell weak on purpose, given how only asking for who Oscar wants to marry brought back his memories instantly. Either that or they really wanted to make us see how strong his love for her is. (OR the rush-rush-situation didn't allow this to take a bit longer...)

I know what he means but he could have worded it a bit differently XD

She almost died because of him - and no one even explained how she ended up surviving anyway - but she still didn't realize that she loves the man.

BTW... the post is too long already, we finish this episode in the next post.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Watching you dancing in your platform shoes You look so pretty in these reds and blues Baby, please, I know we're diving deep And you can barely breathe I'm scared completely that you'll up and leave me Is it worth this feeling?

Who are we kidding? That night in Milwaukee Was already starting

Your hair in my mouth Pull me down to the couch Oh, I want you right now And everyone tells me My heart beats for nothing But something is changing

I've still got that ring that you let me wear In that haunted swimming pool, I know you felt me there You'll win this hide, don't try to change my mind I feel so sure this time

Standing in just your t-shirt I know that this will hurt If you let go of me first

Who was I kidding? That night in Milwaukee You already had me

Your hair in my mouth Pull me down to the couch Oh, I want you right now I want you right now And everyone tells me My heart beats for nothing But something is changing

Standing in just your t-shirt Something is changing If you let go of me first Something is changing

***

@karatecaulfield back to making the lesbians little graphics and such!!!

Actually posting it is my birthday present to myself XD I just turned 26!!! This just in: Getting old isn't actually that scary. It might be when my health starts failing and whatnot, but for now I am vibing. Might finally get a job soon, too, so I can now shitpost without worrying about money constantly!!!

Also YO I MADE THIS AGES AGO BUT I NEVER POSTED BECAUSE I KEPT OBSESSING OVER THE PERFECT RUBY RING HELP

Truly what has obsessing over a couple of rich lesbians done to me akanhdusygduyis Do you know how much I would've cared about finding the perfect picture of a ruby ring 3 years ago??? 0%. YasMoon has forever altered me. There's no going back to who I once was.

I still debated myself for a long-ass time because like. I was like is that TOO much red nail polish??? Should I crop it out in the middle left pic??? Is it more symbolically poetic or whatever if only YASMINE has flashy red nail polish??? Is she the only one between them who gets to act like a showy tropical bird doing a mating dance??? But then I was like nah...wearing matching nail polish is 4000% one of those coupley-things-we're-gonna-pass-off-as-best-friend-things Yasmine and Moon would definitely do. And they both look damn good in it, so. Fuck it!!! They went matchy matchy to their secret hotel date!!!

So I got kind of obsessed with the idea of a YasMoon songfic based on Wisconsin Ave by Kailee Morgue, where basically Yasmine secretly books a nice hotel room the night after her 15th birthday (so pre-show!) so she and Moon can have a night to themselves and finally be free to do whatever they want! I've mentioned it in previous posts, but I am like. VERY certain these two were messing around backstage during (and before) Season 1, and the idea is so JUICY that I sadly am coming up with plot bunnies about it faster than I can write them D:

For whatever reason, Wisconsin Ave is the one that keeps chewing on me like a brain worm, and may in fact become a full-length songfic one of these days ^^; So naturally, to tide me over until then, I sated this desire the only way I know how...

MOODBOARDS AND FICLETS BAYBEE

This moodboard goes with this, this, this, and this! (Might make Daze Inn its own moodboard too, if I REALLY can't Find My Chill with these things ^^;) Tangentially related, but Yasmine's blue dress at the beginning of the Halloween episode in S1 was SUCH an underrated look. Like I don't care if it was supposed to be slutty or whatever!!! It served!!! I miss her skimpy little outfits tbh, the girl can have a redemption arc without having to dress "modest" like the good girls ;_____; Let her dress like a slut!!! This is her holy divine right as a woman!!!

Also they definitely underwater kissed in that hotel pool. I know, I was there, they told me themselves--

In any case, Moon would absolutely see Yas spinning around in that dress in a pair of stylish platform heels and just be so fucking gone for her. I love imagining it as this sweet, blissful moment of butterflies in her stomach and the unique euphoria of young love...and then reality comes crashing down seconds later and Moon is like "oh, I am fucked." Because all they get is this one perfect night--one night to be themselves and love each other the way they want to and let loose and do whatever they want...and then they have to go home. They have to go back under the watchful eyes of parents and classmates and snotty neighbors and everyone else who they have to hide from.

And Moon has to wonder. What if this this little arrangement between--this affection limited only to where no one can see--gets to be too much for Yasmine? What if she starts wanting someone she can show off? Love in the open? Take home to her parents?

...a boy?

And she lives in that fear. She lives in the fear that Yasmine could snatch away everything they have on a moment's notice and leave her behind to pursue something a little less...complicated.

She feels it all night--watching Yasmine dance, kissing her on the suite couch, wearing the ring Yasmine got as a birthday gift with their feet dangling in the Universal Studios Hilton pool that some kid supposedly drowned in. Waking up in Yasmine's shirt the next morning.

Knowing that she's Yasmine's, whether she wants to be or not. Moon is in too deep to pull herself away now.

The other girls in their group sneer at her. They see how she looks at Yasmine. They know the admiration in her eyes go beyond platonic.

And they hate her, because she's the only one that Yasmine gives any of that back to. She's The Favorite. The right-hand Beta Bitch. Unquestionably second in their lunch table's pecking order. She calls the shots far more than any of the other girls are allowed.

Not that Moon feels the need to call shots. But it's still a privilege not afforded to the girls who throw snide, passive-aggressive comments her way.

It'd bother Moon more if Yasmine actually gave a shit. But their "friends" are irrelevant to the queen bee beyond how good they can make the table look to the rest of the school.

Harper Moreno confronts her one time. Corners Moon on the way to history class--a class she notably doesn't share with Yasmine.

"I know you want Yasmine." Harper doesn't mince words. "I see you over there, leering at her all lunch. You're wasting your time."

"I don't--"

"No use lying about it." Harper's eyes flash coldly. "You really think you're the only one of us who's ever wanted to fuck her? You're not special, Moon."

Moon sways on her feet, caught off-guard.

"Did you ever...?"

"Not me, no. But I know others who have."

Yasmine would tell her Harper's trying to get the better of her. Work her up until she loses her composure and gives Harper the kind of undignified reaction she wants. Something she can get Aubrey or Jenna--probably hiding somewhere in a nearby crowd--to stealthily record and put on her Instagram story.

Something to bring her down so Harper can fill the now-vacant spot of Yasmine's second-in-command.

Moon isn't going to have it.

"You don't know me," she says coldly. "You don't know her. I matter to her in a way you don't."

It's a cruel thing to say. Yasmine would approve.

So much of what Moon does hinges on that these days.

Moon doesn't like the conniving smile Harper gives her. The way the other girl steps forward, putting only a few inches between them before leaning forward and hissing in her ear.

"It's all for nothing, you know. Your little crush. Yasmine will throw you away once she's done with you, just like she does with everyone."

As Harper saunters off, she throws one last sneer over her shoulder.

"I've known her since middle school, by the way. I've learned by now you don't get attached. Maybe you should wise up, too."

Most everyone else she talked to told her something similar. Her mom warned her away even more strongly.

"I went to high school with that type of girl too, Moonchild. They'll break your heart. Plain and simple."

But on the morning after Yasmine's 15th, looking at herself in a hotel mirror clad in Yasmine's clothes...

Moon has her doubts.

After all, it's not just any girl Yasmine invites for a private getaway in a luxury room. And if the loose Paris t-shirt hanging off her, the ruby ring still on her bedside table, and the bright red nail polish Yasmine picked solely to match Moon's are any indication...

Yasmine seems to have gotten pretty tangled up herself.

And something is shifting. The way Yasmine's sprawled out on the bed with her hair a rumpled mess on the pillows, drool trailing from her mouth...

It's imperfection she's never dared show before. Every past time she and Moon screwed around, one always fled before the morning came.

Now here Yasmine is, messy and flawed and laying it all bare for Moon to see. Trusting Moon with it.

It feels like the beginning of something.

Not the beginning of a "real" relationship. Moon isn't that naive.

But the beginning of Yasmine considering what they have is deeper than she planned?

That Moon can hope for.

***

(This is Harper btw)

I gave her a personality and a backstory!!! She fucking sucks and I'm very excited to write more of her being a menace <3

I do fr wonder about the other girls at Yasmine and Moon's S1 table. Like who are they??? Did they really all just ditch tf out of Yasmine after the wedgie incident??? Why did Yasmine deem them in particular worthy of the Rich Girl Clique, but only sometimes (since it's different extras at the lunch table in different scenes)???? Anyways, I imagine they prolly were passive-aggressive terrors to Moon because of all the blatant favoritism and special treatment she got from the Alpha Bitch. There was so totally inner bullying going on in that clique, and someday!!! I will write about it more than anyone ever asked for!!!

Anyways!!! More posts about Best Lesbians coming soon :3 As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

[girls-are-weird]

a fragment

so... i wrote this short fragment of a scene ages ago... maybe a month or so after YR S2 premiered, when i was trying to wrap my head around what i wanted S3 to be like or what i thought would happen in it-- either/or. i'm not sure.

i wanted to write it early on in the break, before the real S3 came and jossed it, but although i had some idea of the beats i wanted to hit, i was never able to fully crack the plot, and now that S3 is firmly in postprod territory, i realize i probably won't have time to write the full thing. but i think it's a pretty good piece of writing, and i don't want it to just languish in my hard drive without anybody ever reading it, so i figured i might as well put it out there just for kicks.

you don't get much of the plot in it-- it's just 650 words of wille complaining about being grounded at drottningholm-- but the gist of the fic was going to be: sara runs away after telling the police about what august did, her family thinks she's missing and the police starts searching for her, august gets arrested but he promises to not implicate simon with the drugs as long as the crown puts all of its resources into the search, wille demands to be allowed to stand with simon and linda during public appearances to support them/give the case more visibility, and eventually they get a tip from the public that leads them to sara alive and well in some other city she ran away to because she couldn't take the guilt of what she did to her brother. they all make up. august goes to jail. something something happy ending. your guess is as good as mine. xD

anyway, here's the little snippet i did manage to write. it was supposed to be the very beginning of the fic. hope you like!

Four days Wilhelm spent by himself at Drottningholm, completely disconnected from the outside world and without a clue as to what was happening with Simon or any of his friends at Hillerska. His mother had confiscated his phone before leaving the school that day; his computer was presumably still at Hillerska or elsewhere with the rest of his belongings, which hadn't been returned to him as of yet. He could watch tv in the family lounge but all they were doing was speculating about his sexuality and his relationship with Simon without any response from the Crown, and that only made him even more anxious, so he'd given up on the news altogether. His parents' room and offices had been unused and locked for the past four days so there was no way he could use their desk phones even if he knew how to do that (which he didn't), and the entire house staff had been instructed not to lend him theirs no matter how much he begged. Labor contracts and NDAs outweighed pity when it came to the palace staff, unfortunately.

He hadn't even heard from his parents, who had probably spent the past few days at the Royal Palace dealing with the fallout, and his only interaction with another human being other than the house staff was his one daily check-in with Minou. He was sure his mother had done that on purpose because Minou was the "nice" one— Farima would've gotten a door slammed in her face, and Jan-Olof better not show his face around Wilhelm any time soon if he valued his life at all. But even though polite, Minou was still loyal to the Queen, and the most Wille had gotten out of her was that the team was figuring out how to proceed after his reveal at the jubilee and he should stay out of the public eye until further notice.

Not for the first time, he cursed having to live in a place watched over by the Royal Guard; their job was just as much to keep him in as it was to keep intruders out. He swore he'd haunted the palace like an 18th-century ghost, pacing trenches in every carpet to be found within the 162 hectares of the property in search of some exit that would allow him to get outside undetected and maybe hail a cab or jump on a bus— fuck, at this point he'd even try and hitchhike back to Bjärstad, even though every horror movie in history warned against doing that.

But even that was a no-go. Every known exit to the building had at least one guard posted outside of it, and he was certain he'd be bodily brought back inside if he so much as poked the tips of his toes beyond any external doorway. By this point, he'd even begun contemplating the physics of jumping out a window, but he'd concluded there wasn't one that was close enough to the lake that he could fall into it and maybe, with some luck, not break every bone in his body.

This had to be some kind of kidnapping, right? Except even if it was, he was screwed because his captor just happened to be the queen of the fucking country, who probably couldn't even be charged with a crime— he wasn't sure; he'd never asked. Erik would probably know, but that was… a whole separate issue, wasn't it? And even if he raised a stink about neglect or something along those lines, he was nearly seventeen, not seven, and nobody would buy it, anyway, because the place he was being held captive in happened to be a bloody palace with a whole fleet of servants at the ready to attend to his every need.

Except when that need happened to be talking to the boy he loved.

[megan-loves-surveys]

Let's go.

1 - Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the reason for it? Christmas lol.

2 - Are you a good cook? If so, who taught you? What’s your favourite thing to cook? No I suck. My boyfriend has been trying to teach me but I'm awful.

3 - When was the last time something in your house broke? Did you manage to fix it or did you need to buy a replacement? Good question, I'm not sure.

4 - Is any part of your body hurting right now? What caused that pain? Not right now.

5 - Do you have anything exciting planned for the upcoming weekend? I'm going to a wrestling show, that'll be fun.

6 - If you could spend two weeks in any city in the world, which city would you pick and why? London or NYC, cos so much to do, I wouldn't get bored.

7 - When was the last time you tripped or fell in public? if there was nobody around to see you, did you still feel embarrassed? Ages ago, I don't think anyone saw me.

8 - The last time you made a sandwich, what did you put in there? Peanut butter.

9 - How many hours sleep did you get last night? Was that enough for you or could you have slept for longer? 6 hours and 40 mins, I could have had a bit longer but eh.

10 - What’s your favourite time of day? What’s your favourite thing to do at that time? Evenings, that's my free time! I listen to music, watch wrestling, play video games, talk on Discord etc.

11 - Where did you go the last time you left your house? I went to work, then after work I went out for a meal with my Mum.

12 - Are you tired right now? Will you be going to bed anytime soon? I'm alright, and no it's 12:26pm xD

13 - How many times a week do you get takeaway coffee, if you get it at all? I mostly stay away from coffee cos caffeine does a number on me.

14 - What radio station do you listen to the most? None.

15 - If you eat steak, how do you like it cooked? What sauces or sides do you like to go with it? I don't.

16 - Do you prefer sweet or savoury pancakes? What toppings do you have on them? Mixture - I get them with bacon and maple syrup.

17 - Are you someone who cracks their joints a lot? Which one(s) do you tend to crack and click the most? Yep, especially my knees and my fingers xD

18 - Have you ever taken medication or tablets to help you sleep? is this something you do on a regular basis? No.

19 - For you, what’s the worst thing about getting up in the morning? What about the worst thing about going to bed tonight? Actually getting up, after I do, I'm fine. And going to bed is annoying cos I have to haul all the plushies off it xD

20 - Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks? Definitely diet, regular is usually too sweet.

21 - What do you tend to wear if you’re just hanging about the house for the day? Depends on the time of year - in summer, it'll be a jumpsuit, summer dress or tank top & shorts. In winter, it'll be comfy yoga pants and a hoodie with ugg boots.

22 - When was the last time you dyed your hair? Did you do it yourself or get it done at a hairdresser? December, I went to the salon.

23 - Does having to wear a mask stop you doing things? Is this because you struggle wearing one or you just don’t like it? We thankfully don't have to wear them anymore, but we did have to wear them for months in 2021 and 2022 - inside any buildings and on public transport.

24 - Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Or have you perhaps been involved in one yourself? Were you at fault? Does getting hit by a car count? LOL.

25 - When was the last time you baked a cake? What cake was it? I don't bake.

26 - Do you like wearing bows or accessories in your hair? Nah.

27 - How many books do you read in a year? Do you enjoy reading or do you have to really force yourself to sit down and read? Not as many as I should. I've read two this year so far lol.

28 - If you have pets, where did they come from? A breeder, a rescue or maybe a friend who bred their pet? No pets.

29 - Do you make your bed every morning when you get up? Yep.

30 - When was the last time you got takeaway food? Was it good? I had KFC on Friday if that counts.

1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you? My boyfriend, he usually texts me to let him into our complex but the gate was open last time and he was able to come in on his own.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on? Not yet, and yes, I'm heading out to a concert later this afternoon around 3:30 or so.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brand is your favourite? Any Belgian chocolate, Whittakers (NZ brand) and Cadbury's.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Oh yeah, quite a few of my friends were online friends first, then later on we met in real life.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for? We don't own a blender.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Oh, loads of times. They're usually about wrestling xD

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often? I do that way too much.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now? 1:25pm. I'd either be at work, at the gym or watching wrestling or playing a video game haha.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for? Chips! Haha.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why? last.fm, Facebook, Reddit, YouTube. All the usuals.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? No, Covid isn't really a problem anymore. It's still around of course, but it doesn't affect stuff as much now.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? Any! And I suck at baking.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? Sour.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often? Yellow, cos it's bananas haha. And I don't eat them that much really.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much? Porterhouse Grill, it's independent as far as I know. It's expensive but the food is so good and the staff are so friendly.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype? I love it! I go at least once a week.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it? I do, I have two, they're both wrestling ones - one is Seth Rollins, the other is Roman Reigns. I can't wear them at Christmas though cos it's too hot, so I wear them in July lol.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans? Skinny jeans.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on? I dropped a bunch of money on backing the Broken Sword kickstarter haha.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? No, they lifted those in 2022.

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do? To go downstairs for lunch.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful? No.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general? I don't like cooking shows.

24 - Do you still watch cartoons? Yep sometimes.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family? Ngawari, my BFF. She has 9 brothers and sisters! And no.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? Yes! Yummy.

27 - Do you own any personalized clothing? What’s the reason for getting it? No.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No, my Mum is downstairs.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours? Only black haha. And yes.

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites? I am a condiment addict, I use so many different ones. But I def use tomato sauce/ketchup the most, with mayo in second.

This past year…

who were your favorite singers, musicians, or bands?

My most played artist on Spotify was Taylor Swift, lol. But on last.fm my #1 was Ayumi Hamasaki, like she is most years.

what were some of your favorite foods?

Mac & cheese, always.

what was your favorite dessert?

Iceblocks or ice cream.

what was the best thing that happened to you?

I got permanent work finally! It started as a temp job, but my boss liked me so much he offered me the permanent position. Yay me!

what was the worst thing that happened to you?

Dunno, 2023 was pretty good, all things considered.

how have you grown as a person?

Sure.

what have you learned?

That a temp job can turn into a permanent one if you work hard enough and impress.

how old did you turn?

36.

what did you do for your birthday?

I had dinner with my BFF on my actual birthday, then the next day I went to lunch with my Mum and then went out for drinks with my boyfriend.

what did you accomplish?

Got a permanent job, went to the gym regularly for the whole year etc.

where did you live?

I've lived in the same place since 2016 lol.

who was your best friend?

Ngawari, we reconnected in a big way last year - she was inspired to join the gym by me and now we go together every week.

This past year, have you….

made a new friend?

Yes.

lost a friend?

Yes :( My friend Zoe passed from cancer.

made a new best friend?

No.

lost someone close to you?

Yes.

attended a funeral?

No, cos Zoe didn't have a funeral, they just had a get together and I couldn't go cos we lived in different cities.

attended a wedding?

No.

gave birth to a child? 🤰

No.

“came out of the closet”?

No.

traveled?

God I wish.

felt depressed? 😔

No.

felt suicidal? 😔

No.

felt happy? 😃

Yes!

felt at peace? 😊

Probably?

felt overjoyed? 💃

Sure.

felt blessed? 😇

Dunno.

felt amazed? 🤩

Sure.

fallen in love? 😍

I was already in love <3

had your heart broken? 💔

No..

got a new car? 🚗

No..

graduated? 👩‍🎓

No.

experienced something miraculous? ✨

Nah.

had a better year than last year?

2023 was way better than 2022 for sure.

had a worse year than last year?

No.

been to see the doctor? 👨‍⚕️

I didn't, lol.

been to the hospital? 🏥

No.

had a severe allergic reaction? 🤧

No.

had COVID? 🦠

I think I did, I got sick twice in two months - once was a cold, the other was prob Covid.

found out someone you knew had COVID? 🦠

Yes.

used an epi pen? 💉

No.

had a fever? 🥵

No.

had a migraine? 🧠

Too damn many.

gone on a date? 🌹

Loads.

written in a journal or diary? 📔

Yes.

given someone a hug? 🤗

Loads.

cut your hair? 💇‍♀️

No, but I dyed it a few times.

danced around your living room? 💃

No.

prayed? 🙏

No.

worshiped Jesus?

No.

read the Bible? 📖

No.

discovered a new favorite book? 📕

No.

gone to church? ⛪️

No.

went for a walk in the fall? 🍁

Probably.

set up and decorated a Christmas tree? 🎄

Yes.

threw up? 🤮

No.

almost threw up? 🤢

Yes.

discovered a new music artist you really liked? 🎤

Loads!

discovered a new song you really liked? 🎶

LOADS.

seen snow? ⛄️

No.

seen beautiful fall foliage? 🍁

Yes.

gone to the beach? 🏝

No.

rode a bike? 🚴

No.

rode a horse? 🐎

No.

swam? 👙

No.

worn makeup? 💄

No.

done a craft project?

No.

made a scrapbook page?

No.

written an essay? 📝

No.

painted something? 🎨

No.

drawn something? ✍️

No.

sketched in a sketchbook?

No.

written someone a letter? 📝

No.

been to a concert? 👩‍🎤

Yep, I went to see the Vengaboys last year.

driven a car? 🚘

No.

kayaked? 🛶

No.

gone on a cruise? 🚢

No.

made a big purchase?

Depends what you consider big.

moved to a new home? 🏡

No.

got a new pet?

No.

lost a pet?

No.

gotten a tattoo?

No.

gotten a new piercing?

No.

started a new hobby?

No.

worn a mask? 😷

We didn't have to wear them in 2023.

felt afraid to leave your house?

No.

celebrated your birthday alone?

No.

celebrated Christmas alone?

No.

went for a long walk through the neighborhood?

Yes.

Favorites of this Year (Pick one for each.)

Song:

Hard choice, probably CuteBad - Provocateur

Book:

Dunno.

TV show:

Raw or Dynamite.

Youtube channel:

I have loads of faves, but prob Call Me Kevin. He's always funny no matter what.

Food:

Mac & cheese.

Dessert:

Iceblocks.

Drink:

Starbucks mocha java chip frappe.

Friend:

Ngawari or David.

Thing you did:

Saw the Vengaboys or going to wrestling shows.

Place you went:

Nowhere lol.

Person you spend time with:

My Mum.

Thing you did for your birthday:

Gone to eat.

Celebrity:

Jon Moxley.

Website:

YouTube or last.fm.

Emojis:

Laughing crying face or heart.

Colors:

Purple & blue.

Restaurant:

Porterhouse Grill.

Tea flavor ☕️:

I don't like tea.

Final Questions!

Would you say this past year has been a good year overall?

Pretty good, yeah.

What are your goals for the new year?

Keep going to the gym, mainly.

How old will you turn next year?

37.

Did you make any big mistakes this past year?

No.

Do you have any big changes coming?

No.

How will you be celebrating New Year’s Eve this year?

I just hung out with my boyfriend and his friends and we had some drinks.

What was the best day of this year for you, and why?

Hard to pick.

What did you spend the most time doing this year?

Working and going to the gym, lol.

[just-here-for-iolaus]

Hercules in the Underworld

The great HTLJ/XWP/YH (re)watch continues!

I actually watched this AGES ago and took notes but am only now formatting this blog post.

First scene, I got overly excited, and my notes literally read "Iolaus!? But not, sadly." because our boy Michael Hurst shows up with black hair, and idec what's going on at this point because I just want to stare at him for the rest of the movie.

But the ground opens up and it's this whole thing and these two die. Boo.

The next thing I freaked out about was Timothy Balme in the credits!! I hadn't thought about it at all going into it, so I didn't know he was in the movie. (I know him mostly from Almighty Johnsons, as Mike Johnson, and for writing things I liked.)

Those credits were over a scene where a young woman was being bathed and groomed etc. It's kinda sus but we don't know what's up yet.

Then we get what is actually kind of an upsetting scene? This wrestler comes to town and the hype man is taking bet money from anyone who wants to challenge the wrestler... who then just immediately kills the first man. And his friend realllly flatly complains about it because that was his friend. Yeah, you sound heart-broken... but for some reason friend dude challenges the 'wrestler' who just literally killed someone, and he has no shot.

Then we get a really adorable reveal of Hercules with his kids and it made me happy to see him after that awful scene. He's asked to come deal with the killer in town, and so he arrives to challenge him. There's a long fight, bla bla, Hercules wins. Then it's revealed that this whole thing was Hera just causing problems to annoy Hercules and WOW is that awful.

Several men are dead because Hera blames Hercules for Zeus's infidelity... what else is new?

Hercules quite reasonably destroys the shrine to Hera outside the town.

Then Zeus comes and complaings to Herc about how he should complain less about Hera's bs? And be more grateful for how great his life is, because he has a wife and kids/happy home life and that's "more than [Zeus] ever had" which is like... confusing?? He's the king of the gods? Surely he could have had a nice wife if he'd wanted one? IDK. I don't get Zeus. And I get him less the more I see.

Herc rightfully points out that he's worked very hard to get this nice life, and I feel much more annoyed at Zeus on Herc's behalf than he is. Hercules has grown on me so much haha.

My notes: "I kept waiting for Hercules to come home to his wife and kids dead. XD" "How do we still have a wife and kids and no Iolaus???"

Luckily Herc goes home and there's a cute scene of him and his wife that shows their chemistry quite well. I liked Dei a lot here. Herc then goes and does chores but gets distracted by how much he loves his family and my FUCKING HEART. I love Hercules so much in this scene.

And he's hanging out with this centaur guy who, initially, excited me!

"A centaur! Not as well done visuals as they end up having for Cheiron in YH but fair enough."

Then this girl shows up and says she needs Herc's help in her town. We find out that the centaur doesn't like Hercules and worships Hera (even tho he works for Hercules?). He goes back to the house and gets into a confrontation with Dei where he implies that Hercules won't be faithful to her and then - (and this part makes my skin crawl) says that he can think of something else he can do better than Hercules, coming on to her. I thought this scene was unfortunately believable, both on how creepy he was and how Dei reacted.

"Die-a-nah-rah"? "Day-a-nee-rah"? Well the characters can't agree on how to say her name, so...

Dei encounters a lady who says the girl who came looking for help is trying to trick Hercules, so she goes to try to warn him. She leaves her kids with their aunt.

I got really excited, because the aunt's name is Althea (which is the name of my Young Hercules OC hahahahaha).

On the subject of names, the woman Herc is helping is named "Iole" but I definitely thought her name was "ailoli" at some point. But also why is Iole's name so similar to their daughter's name (Ilea)? WHAT IS WITH NAMES IN THESE MOVIES?? Just pick names that are more different PLEASE. Iole, Ilea, Iolaus, whyyyyy.

Anyway, off Dei goes to warn Herc but SURPRISE, Herc already knew all about it and he's convinced he'll never get seduced by anyone because the only person he loves enough to die for is Dei (sorry kids), so he sends her home with the centaur (Nessus) that tried it on the night before.

Disappointingly, Nessus tries to assault Dei, who yells for help, and Herc... Shoots a single arrow. From a huge distance. To kill Nessus without visual. She didn't say "Hercules, help, Nessus is attacking me" she just yelled for help and... I can suspend my disbelief for a lot in these movies but this was just ridiculous. He could have easily killed his wife here. JFC.

Anyway Nessus is dying and whines to Hera about it, but then tells Dei his blood is magic and if she puts her cloak (which absorbed his blood) on Herc, he'll always be loyal to her. Even in the scene this doesn't make a lot of sense, but he claims it's because he loves Dei.

Herc (to his credit) does come to Dei. He blames himself for what's happened and offers to go home, but Dei... tells him not to? Urges him to help Iole? It's a bit odd. But she says she has to help those people and she gives him the cloak and tells him to use it at night when he's cold and think only of her.

Herc and Iole get to some town where a man is just going apeshit destroying a pub or whatever, and Iole uses her special virgin powers to calm him down and figure out that he burned his tongue on soup and would have explained but couldn't talk because he was in too much pain, and he just needs a drink of water... and the guy is immediately calm. Like a toddler or animal. Except that he's a grown man, so this whole scene makes no sense whatsoever. I assumed this was some sort of like "oh, see, Iole argued with Herc that they should try talking" callback to Dei previously or something, but it's actually a set up for something else.

WE SEE TIM. He's clearly watching Iole.

But I just got so excited because I love familiar faces.

There's a scene where Iole and Herc are camping out and she tells him a story about two lovers in the stars who are destined never to reach each other... And I was like WHY AREN'T YOU USING YOUR WIFE'S CLOAK? Guess it was a balmy night.

A Tim Balme-y night.

Creeper character that he is, he's stalking Iole and we get a scene which is basically just more fanservice where Iole swims around naked (save for all her jewelry) and Lycastus (we don't know his name yet, but I feel bad calling him Tim here) watches her the whole time making wanton faces. It drags on a bit, and Iole thinks it's Herc watching her so she's playing it up... Yikes.

Lycastus attacks Hercules, and Herc is like "I'm not gonna dirty my hands on you" or something but then when Lycastus attacks again he's like "the next thing to break is your neck" which is sort of the opposite of what he just said, but okay.

Anyway Herc knocks him out instead of killing him, Iole explains that she and Lycastus are in love, but that it doesn't matter because the only thing that does matter is saving her village. And off they go, leaving poor Lycastus alone and knocked out in the wilds.

They get to town and everyone's happy cuz Herc is there to save them. At this point I was still very confused why anyone thought Herc could help, because, I mean... it's a big hole with green shit coming out of it. Hercules can't exactly beat it into submission, you know?

Zeus shows up and tells Herc not to go down there because the only thing down there is death.

From my notes: "Hercules doesnt know if he’s mortal or not… and apparently neither does Zeus…??? Even though in the last movie they were like ZOMG IF YOU GO IN THE CIRCLE YOULL BE MORTAL. Guess that doesnt matter now?"

Seriously what is or isn't canon in this universe? XD

Anyway, Lycastus tries to tell Iole not to seduce Hercules, she's like "no, I love you, but I have to do this" but then these two start making out!! She's like "no, I can't (bone you right here right now)" but he argues that she wants to, and she's just like "yeah, but I can't" and Herc shows up right then to tell her that he just can't bring himself to go in that hole (in the ground).

Iole then strips and tries to convince Herc to do it for her, but he's like "nah, this is really uncomfortable, sorry" and isn't interested at all and honestly... his face when she starts dropping her dress? He seems so like "what is she doing?".

This is not a man who was ever going to cheat on his wife.

I'm still wondering if maybe he's kinda demisexual? Like he needs to form a certain kind of bond with someone before he considers them sexually attractive? Not important, just a thought.

HILARIOUSLY, on his way out of the tent he's like "Hey Lycastus, take care of her" which makes me wonder if he knew Lycastus was there the whole time, and chose to cockblock him when he entered, or...? XD

And it's only now, when Herc is deciding to go home, that he puts on Dei's cloak for the first time. It starts beating him up (really, just, watch the scene, there's no other way to describe it?) and when he finally gets it off, it turns into a peacock (for Hera) before disappearing entirely.

This drives him to throw himself into the hole because... he's mad at the gods?

Unfortunately someone runs and tells Dei that Herc is dead because there was a cloak that drove him mad. She believes he's dead and that it's her fault.

Then we get treated to more Michael Hurst (as Charon the Boatman, so a little less photogenic than usual), who informs Hercules that he's still alive. I thought it was kinda rude Herc stole his lantern (especially after getting a free boat ride) but I suppose even heroes can have flaws. (I say, knowing full well I will never blame Iolaus for stealing anything ever.)

Dei then, uh... walks to a cliff, thinking about Hercules, I think with the intention of killing herself already, but then it's implied that Hera gives her a vision of Herc reaching out to her, and she walks off trying to reach back to him? I'm not sure if Hera's involvement was needed, but maybe they wanted to soften the suicide angle a bit. But like, why would she have even been there otherwise, dressed like that and having flashbacks of him... ANYWAY.

There's a really weird scene where these three "women" come to Hercules in the underworld and start like, seducing him, I guess? And he keeps picturing sexy times with his wife (clips from earlier) and repeating her name... until he snaps out of it and kills(?) them.

Basically the dead are all after Hercules. Especially the villains he killed. Herc pits the villains against each other to get away. Honestly the fighting gets boring.

Nessus reveals himself to Herc and explains how he betrayed him. He reveals that Dei killed herself because she blamed herself for his death. Herc tricks Nessus into opening the portal to where Dei is (to "show" her to Herc) and Herc jumps through it. (Suck it, Nessus.)

Herc finds Dei, but she doesn't remember him. Hades shows up and (I actually thought quite reasonably) explained that he had erased the pain that brought her there, and that she was dead but basically happy. It's a reward for her good life. Herc says he's gonna take her home and Hades tries to explain that that's just, not really how death works.

He also claims that her memory can't be restored. But the moment Herc kisses her, she gets her memories back, so... that was incorrect.

Fortunately for Herc, Hades is dealing with a problem right now. Hercules offers to catch Cerberus for Hades in exchange for Dei leaving with Herc. They make the deal, even tho Hades is doubtful it will happen. And for some reason tries to raise the stakes on the bet by saying if Herc fails then she's Hades's forever?

From my notes: "I kind of loved Hades? He was actually being pretty kind to Deianeira etc. and it was reasonable for him to make a deal with Hercules. Eventually Dei will die though so like… IDK that was kind of a weird like IF YOU FAIL SHE IS MINE FOREVER like yeah I guess if you die, you're dead forever? IDK."

How does death normally work in this world??

The underworld guards were actually so funny. Some really interesting/fun costume stuff and fake limbs, etc. But clearly they were limited with the budget/technology of the time.

To quote my notes: "Speaking of visuals, Cerberus is… rough…" (Not even so much the practical props, but the CGI.. yikes)

But Hercules manages to not only find, but corner Cerberus, and, remembering the TONGUE BURNING SCENE FROM EARLIER, is able to calm him down and get him back to his post instead of killing him. That's great and all, but I think the whole thing would have been better if that first scene had been about a child or animal and not a grown man.

To their credit, the guards seemed quite satisfied with the whole thing. I liked these guys haha.

Getting Hades back to normal saves the village, as the hole closes up. Iole apologizes to Herc and Dei, then announces that she's gonna start a family with Lycastus. Herc and Dei have some PDA in the town which makes me wanna gag just a little bit.

Zeus then comes to visit his family and he and Herc chat about whether or not Hercules is immortal, and apparently Herc doesn't care either way.

The movie ends on Herc being asked to help someone again (almost played for laughs? But not by the characters, at least).

Final thoughts:

Overall, a pretty solid plot.

I can't get over how stupid the soup scene is. Literally just needed it to be a kid or an animal in a similar scenario to solve that issue. It was great that it came back when dealing with Cerberus, but the initial scene itself was a mess.

I wanted to see more of Lycastus, not because his plot felt unfinished, but just because I actually really liked the character and it was Tim haha.

Once again I ask: How do we still have a wife and kids and no Iolaus???

I was not surprised that Dei died. But BOY was I surprised that Dei didn't stay dead. WTF.

On that note, I really like Dei. I liked how certain she was initially of her bond with Herc and that it was only after she was convinced that there was treachery afoot that she went to warn him (and I love that she was trying to WARN him, not be all jealous - she was told he would die, so of course she'd want to warn him)!

I also really liked Hercules's loyalty and the love he showed throughout the movie for his wife and kids. It's very endearing.

WHERE IS THIS GOING? How does this become the TV show?? XD

[knowlessman]

it finally crossed my mind to watch this at the magic hour of fifteen minutes past midnight again so here we go (bnha s6e1-6)

oh yeah, libertaria happened; Mosquito from Soul Eater got his entire city's ass handed to him by pajama sam. and I think hawks fucking killed best jeanist to keep his double agent cover intact. I forget whether Endeavor is in the hospital atm or what, if I didn't know any better I'd swear the bit with the smart nomu was two entire seasons ago -- OH FUCK, AND SLENDERVOID TURNED OUT TO BE AN OLD STUDENT FROM UA. there was a whole thing with him and eraser head and present mic

oh boy, and Chapped Komaeda's quirk leveled up too apparently

new OP to go with the new season? I thought this didn't happen with anime. …I miss Carousel 'XD

oh yeah, and Twice unlocked the ability to use his power on himself freely too.

ah, we're finally learning more about Robotnik

"of course, he does have a quirk, it just wasn't in the records" dangit, show keeps dodging opportunities to have quirkless characters in important roles (and have them, y'know, stay quirkless). I don't know for a fact that the detective guy doesn't have one, but assuming he doesn't, he's like the only one. Hell, even that quirkless-centered faction in that movie had no quirkless members who even had faces, much less names; cept maybe that one nameless police chief guy

(outro showing deku and tomura standing across from each other) gawd I hope these two don't get to have a conversation, deku's gonna piss me off so bad

oh no, she killed the ugly platypus

… no yeah I officially miss Carousel. I should go find the other intros and listen to them again, I'm sure there must've been at least one that I liked more than Carousel and just didn't remember the name of (speaking of which, I'm like 50/50 on whether it's Carousel or Merry-Go-Round)

"in all, we only have five High End nomus, including Woman" really? …is her quirk having hair

Mirko goes pretty damn hard, huh

heh. Pichu has Lightning Rod, then. Kinda doubt this means he's worked past that recoil tho. (misc, ngl that amplivolt guy is kinda hot. lights his cigarette with his sparks. not quite the absolute legend that Dilf Legoshi (Chimera from the second movie) is, but still, not bad)

'XD poor Twice is just racking up the L's when it comes to introducing new friends

"Dark Shadow! Ragnarok!" pfft, calling him by his government name now, eh? 'XD

…wait hawks is a fucking child soldier? what the fuck

"no! mewtwo's not ready yet! he can't be taken out of the machine until it beeps!"

danganronpa 4's looking legit

you're not gonna get very far in tetris with a setup like this, not unless you've got some ungodly T-spins

you had ONE JOB, dollar-tree cyclops. one job. "take care of shigaraki." your dumb ass didn't even take him out of the goop, you just HAD to shoot the bad guy machine with your dinky eye laser before doing anything else so it'd spark up and defibrillate him, even though that probably shouldn't have done anything because HIS HEART WAS ALREADY STOPPED

-- (defibrillators don't start your heart, they force it to stop so that your body freaks out and starts over trying to pump it in a proper rhythm. or something like that anyway, lol I got a D in survey of anatomy and learned from tv tropes that writers have been repeating misinformation about zappy shock pads for ages)

(cyclops got jean-gray'd, probably, I don't know x-men) yooo, tomura takin this dipshit's cape and making it his new wardrobe like Liliana taking that angel's hairpiece, I dig it -- or xykon taking that one guy's crown ig. …okay not that xykon isn't a cool villain but I think I just stopped being impressed by this trope

o_o tokoyami you're even weaker to fire than hawks is (probably), the fuck you think you're doing here? -- "this hero friend of yours killed an enemy" okay here's a take: hawks's subplot and entire deal, even his backstory, is in the wrong genre. that's kind of it. spies do this shit, and even kill their own allies, all the time in intrigue stories. it doesn't stop it from being dark af, but their genre is all about necessary evils (albeit, those evils are often only "necessary" for the purposes of their countries', or worse, governments', interests). this is a kids' show. …fine, a teenagers' show. this isn't where those themes generally show up. -- "those pros you admire so much play dirtier than guys like me" also dabi is talking out of his ass here but I feel like that's pretty obvious, he's just trying to demoralize tokoyami and company

'''XD fuckin A! a shitload of ice explodes out and knocks toko and hawks free of dabi, and it wasn't todoroki??? it was just some named rando villain with ice powers? I think I vaguely remember him from when pajama boy took over, but I could swear I recall him getting completely thrashed last time -- "I know you did what was right, hawks!" aw 'XD you kinda can't avoid meeting your heroes in this show. such a shame

oh dammit, and now bigfoot's woken up -- OH TOMURA'S HIS MASTER NOW? FUCK 'XD

just realized something. I don't think we've seen deku yet this whole five episodes. …oh wait, no yeah he and the others showed up way at the beginning, they're in the back ranks and out of the fighting. …author get bored of them? 'XD -- oh, speak of the devils

oh shit, the avatar spirits are sensing whatshisfuck waking up. …there was raava, I think, was the blue one. the hell was the red one called? think it also might've started with an R. ryukyu? probably not. rakdos, idfk 'XD

ayyyup. boomboom levels are approaching the lower end of the DBZ scale

okay this OP is wayyy too chill and upbeat for this arc 'XD

(toga's on the move) spah stabbin mah heroes

"it's like I've had them since I was born" ayyyyup, papa's got a brand new bag of tricks to back up his signature moves

"where are you going?" deku: "uh, I forgot something!" yeah sure, you left the stove on in the hospital that looks like piccolo threw a tantrum on it -- "following you? what, you think you're the main character now?" …gawd bakugo is annoying. catch up, mr verbal-abuse-is-my-only-language -- "you're the bait" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA get dusted, ya swaglesss vegeta knockoff

0_0 RYUKYU'S DEAD HE TOUCHED HER. …oh wait, hat n clogs is on the scene. it's a fight. hot damn, but what tricks are chapped komaeda packing now that hat n clogs can't turn off? -- …(finally looks up the bleach character I keep associating aizawa with) …wait this guy's blond. he doesn't even have black hair. …why do I think Aizawa looks like him? even their personalities are completely different, so it's not that

gran torino: "bakugo knows about one for all, right?" yeah, I don't know why they trust him with it either

…goddammit, that was six episodes, I don't WANNA keep going, I should try to sleep! 'XD eh, I'll try to make that gif and post these later (there was a split second where I'm pretty sure an indistinct figure during one of the crowd fighting shots was breakdancing, but fuck it nvm)

[tuulikannel]

Akabane Karma in the official character book, p. 1-2 translation

I haven't done these for a long while, but the mood suddenly struck me. I know that Karma's pages have already been translated, so in a sense this is kind of pointless, but I still wanted to do this. I mean, I did Gakushuu's part ages ago (or that's how it feels, anyway), and as they're fighting for the #1 spot for me (isn't that just fitting?), I kind of felt like I had to do Karma too. So, here we go!

As usual, I mainly did this to practice Japanese, and there might be mistakes... though this time I could check if I was in agreement with the other translation when I was unsure about something, so there shouldn't be anything too bad. XD Early on there's one sentence that totally baffled me, tho... My comments are in [brackets].

“I won’t lose. The one to take sensei’s life is me.”

Having tasted defeat, Karma came to understand the feelings of those who lose and learned to sympathize with his companions and got closer to the weak.

(The manga panel is from when he told the Big 5 that he was the only one in 3 E who’d taken the 2nd mid-term exam seriously.)

Everything is perfect – the genius boy of E class

He was suspended after a violent incident. He is something of a slacker, but his skill for studying and assassination, as well as his physical strength, are all top class.

Code name: Chuuniban (by Hazama) [or should I say cord name? XD Sorry… ^^;;]

Chuunibyous tend to take an unexpected look at things. In Karma’s case… [...I became completely confused. Something like taking an unexpected look on unexpected look on even further on an unexpected look… I’ve no idea. If anyone can give me a sensible translation of アイツの場合斜め上の更に斜め上のそのまた斜め上から見てんだけど結局１つ上にはいけてないのよ please do. ^^ It’s very 斜め上, that’s all I can say. The other translation didn't give a literal translation of this either, just this: “a person with Chuunibyou is supposed to see things a certain way, but because he’s doing it in a half-assed way, she’s basically calling him a half-assed Chuunibyou”]

[Chuunibyou, in case you’re not familiar with the term, means a teenager with grandiose delusions who tries to stand out in every way possible. It literally translates to “second-year syndrome” (second year of junior high, that is). The -ban in Chuuniban means half, so yeah…. half-assed  chuunibyou.]

(Bottom left corner) His specialty is provoking his opponent through pranks and harassment. His skill for provocation is also first class.

Code name: Chuunibyou Birthday: December 25 Height: 175 cm Weight: 60 kg Blood type: AB Favorite subject: math Least favorite subject: Japanese Special skills: provocation, pranks, pestering Clubs he belongs to: Going Home club Treasury: Collection of spices from around the world Favorite food: “煮オレ” (ni ore) series (the brand of those strawberry milks he always drinks) Bento or buying snacks: buying snacks Election poster: In any case, I want to be manipulating from behind the scenes

Regular examination, announcement of results from Korosensei

First school term mid-terms

English 98 p. (2nd) Japanese 98 p. (2nd) Math: 100 p. (1st) Sciences: 99 p. (2nd) Social studies: 99 p (2nd) 5 main subjects: 494 p. (4th)

First school term finals

English 96 p. (2nd) Japanese 96 p. (2nd) Math: 85 p. (10th) Sciences: 97 p. (2nd) Social studies: 95 p (2nd) 5 main subjects: 494 p. (13th)

[Kind of funny how he did so badly in his best subject, while keeping the second position on all the others. I’m a little surprised his overall ranking is that bad… how does the math work here? (It’s not my strongest point XD)]

Second school term mid-terms

English 98 p. (2nd) Japanese 98 p. (2nd) Math: 100 p. (1st) Sciences: 98 p. (2nd) Social studies: 98 p (1st) 5 main subjects: 492 p. (2nd)

[Seems like people on A class did worse on the second term. I mean, Karma got the second place, even though he had two points less than in the first mid-terms, where he placed fourth. Also, there’s no grades from the finals, because it hadn’t happened yet in the manga when this book was published.]

Karasuma-sensei’s assassination skill assessment

He was a little lacking in serious attitude, but that changed during the summer break. His combat ability is at the top of E class, and he has good intuition and learning ability.

[I figured it’s easier to show these on the chart]

[About the technique part: the preparations refers especially to food preparation.]

His taijutsu skills are also great, to the extent that he could hold his own in one-on-one match against Grip.

He excels in the situational analysis of the opponent’s real strength and can also make decisions calmly.

Bitch-sensei’s fashion check

(Speech bubble) The brat is very brat-like, but he doesn’t have bad fashion taste. Design is also important, but the base to being smartly dressed is to wear something that fits your body. He’s style is so-so, but he's still growing. [Possibly both literally and figuratively. XD]

School uniform

Summer or winter, Karma wears a black cardigan. In summertime he rolls up the sleeves to adjust the heat.

Ordinary clothes

Just from simple coordination, even with layered clothing his sense of (clothing) size and so also his silhouette are perfect.

(pages 3-4)

[multiverse-of-pizza-time]

Guys, I need a minute

To talk about the absolute OUTPOURING OF LOVE I have received since starting this blog. Not only have I reached 50% of the following I received on my main blog ages ago, which I ran for YEARS to get that many followers, I have done so in the matter of just a month. 

I credit this in large part to @doctorstrangeaskblog, who both encouraged me to give this whole thing a shot and who gave me a lot of exposure by sharing their well-deserved spotlight. I feel a bit as though I’m just riding on their coattails, so if you don’t follow them YOU SHOULD. GO DO IT.

To be perfectly up front, this was in my own mind going to be my “last hurrah” of RPing. A last chance to enjoy a hobby I have loved since I was about 11. Over the years people I have written with have come and gone, but I remember all of them. The things I’ve written with them mean an immeasurable amount to me. Within the last year or so, all my remaining threads had basically dried up, as most of my writing partners during the pandemic got back to their lives. I myself knew I would soon be busy with not one but 2 new jobs coming up. Still, I wanted to do use the time I had before then to do something I loved one more time before I gave it up for good.  For ages, RPing has been a form of escapism for me from the struggles of my real-world life. It’s been a shelter and a source of inspiration and strength, as well as a way I’ve made a lot of friends over the years. Previously, I had been very private about RPing, since I honestly believed for so long I was a bad writer. Before this blog, it was something I did more privately on tumblr (without tags) or in Google Docs, and yes, back in the day, on MSN Messenger/ IM. At this point, I’m still not convinced I’m really a very good writer, but I am convinced other people at least find what I’m doing here fun, and that’s good enough. If other people get enjoyment out of what I make, I am happy to share it :).

That being said, this was never meant to take off like this, and I never could have predicted or expected it would... I fully intended to retire this blog quietly after my real job TM started, or even earlier. 

But in truth I’m more excited about RPing than I have been in probably more than a year. 

So... I’m not quitting for good. I’m not even planning to go on hiatus. Obviously as my workload changes I might not be on as frequently or able to write as much... but I’m having fun with this and I want to keep at it as long as I’m enjoying the ride. I hope I can continue to make content people like here, though I do have summer job #1 starting up next week... followed by a 2 week or so vacation out of the country, followed by more permanent job starting the week following that. 8′D (Not to mention part of me does want to produce some new content for that other blog, even if only as a labor of love.)

So in summary, I want to thank each and every one of you who has asked a question, reblogged, or liked something I’ve written. It’s incredibly validating to feel like this time and effort hasn’t just been the dying embers of my cherished memories of RPing and imagining and having fun with writing characters, but perhaps even just the beginning of the next step in that part of my creative journey.  Oh, and especially to that person who sent me their extra Multiverse of Madness movie poster... a very special thanks to you, you know who you are <3. If I give up on finding love and just start a Benedict Cumberbatch-based religion, this is the first thing going in the shrine LOL XD

Lots of love to all of you, and again, from the bottom of my extremely sentimental and sappy heart, thank you all SO SO MUCH for giving me something to smile about. I’m glad I fell into this tumblrverse <3 - Callie (AKA Pizza-Mun)

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GUESS WHAT BITCHES? I'm back! (ish...) (back on tumblr at least...)

I had a wonderful little sabbatical; did some traveling, got some much-needed perspective. <3

So now some housekeeping. Here's how things are looking...

s3 fic: Slooooow. I'm lucky if i write a few sentences a day. i do have almost the entire rest of it vaguely outlined (some later scenes are even written) and/or floating around in my head, but don't hold your breath because if current trends continue it will take a while.

HS AU: whizzing along! I have the next 3 chapters almost ready to post. I know more or less how the rest is going to go (I just don't know where exactly I'm going to end it), so, knock on wood, it should just be a matter of getting it written down.

and then after i'm done with one or both of those, what's next? I HAVE NO IDEA! Maybe some meet-ugly oneshots? I've started writing the leah timeloop fic but I'm taking it way too seriously so don't expect to see it any time soon because I want to finish it before I post it. I just looked at the devil wears prada AU outline i wrote ages ago and i was like "wow this is awesome, someone should write this" XD and then there's any of the various random ass ideas I've posted here over the last few months. We shall see!!! If there's something you are particularly interested in reading, lmk and I'll take that into account because right now I'm feeling indecisive. you can also head to my "directory" page and scroll down to see my full list of completed stories, potential ideas, and works in progress lol.

Hope you all had a fabulous September!! xoxoxo

[spideyspeaches]

Gorgeous ↬ b.b

A/N: Props to @thefallenbibliophilequote​ for getting me into bucky XD (fic lowkey based on Taylor Swift’s Gorgeous.)

Warnings: smut :) very smut and nudity.

MINORS DNI

WC: 2.5k+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker & Reader (Platonic)

Masterlist || Taglist 

“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” You asked, sipping at the fairly bitter beer in your hand. Looking over your shoulder, you sighed, slumping on the counter of the bar you were in.  

You had been dragged along with your neighbour- Peter Parker, also known as the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, to a club right after an Avengers mission. You were no avenger, just a run in the mill overworked and underpaid preschool teacher. 

It had become customary for you to tag along with him to bars with the other Avengers, after you had discovered about his spidery abilities. You had always been close to him, he was your brother in everything but blood. You were after all, his bonafide babysitter/best friend. 

The others in his team had accepted you with open arms, a weird bond forming between you and them, accepting you as more than "Peter's hot neighbour" and more like a part of their team. 

One particular person seemed to have caught your eye. 

Cranking your neck to see his slumped figure, you smirked at his back, eyes tracing his broad shoulders and newly buzz cut hair. You hadn’t talked to him much, but from when you had, you found him to be very sweet. He was shy, rarely spoke and always in his own shell, cheeks rosy pink whenever you conversed. So different from what the media portrayed him as that you found it utterly confusing that such a man could be brainwashed and used as a murder machine. 

Your heart ached for him, for how misunderstood he was among the antis. You just wanted to hug the man and give him one big forehead smooch. But, oh were you brought back to reality with a hit that you couldn’t really do that without looking creepy.

"Who? Bucky?" Peter smirked, interrupting you from looking at him. Your willed your heart to stop racing and plummeting in your stomach. 

“I thought his name was James?” You said, tilting your head in confusion. From what you had read in a source, his name was James Buchanan Barnes-

“Yeah but Steve calls him Bucky, so everyone does too.”

“Oh, Bucky. Has a nice ring to it.” You nodded, ignoring his smug expression, “answer my question though. I’m not gonna hit on him if he already has a girlfriend. Wouldn’t be surprised if he did.” You grumbled the next part, trying to ignore the flare of jealousy you felt in your chest.

Peter had made it very apparent to you that he was fully aware of your humongous crush on the winter soldier. And that little shit never let go of it, even when you weren't anywhere near the vicinity of said winter soldier. 

"Why do you think I would know?" He scoffed, going back to sipping his own bottle of beer. Scowling at him, you opened your mouth, inhaling sharply. 

"I don't know, cause you practically live there?" You shrugged, trying to feign indifference. You knew he looked right through it, if his shit eating grin and flushed cheeks were anything if not confirmation. 

"Bold of you to assume he even talks to me. And anyway, he hates my guts, him and Sam always prank me, it's practically a routine." He said, rolling his eyes, swirling his bottle lazily, "why do you want to know that anyway?" 

"You know why." You hissed. Turning around, your breath hitched when you saw him staring at You, wondering if he was just staring at your general direction and if you were going to embarrass yourself by waving at him. 

Apparently he was looking at you, because you swore saw a tiny wave coming at your direction, a small smile playing on his face. 

“And what if he did?”

“What is it to you, kiddo?”

"You both disgust me. Bucky with his constant questions about you and you with your constant questions about him" Peter muttered sarcastically. Ignoring him, you sighed dreaming, slumping on the barstool, "don't you already have a boyfriend anyway?" 

“And what about him?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes at the mention of him. He was hardly a boyfriend, more of a fling, an excuse to stop the pain of being single (you were dramatic, you knew). You were over him, broken up not long ago, but Peter didn’t need to know that. You wouldn’t want Peter siccing himself at your worst enemies.

“What I know is that he’s one son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you. Why are you dating him again?” Peter said, snapping you out of your daze.

“Do you kiss your girlfriend’s pussy with that mouth?” You scowled, huffing pettily.

“I’m sorry, who’s girlfriend’s what?” Tony said, appearing out of thin air, his mouth hung as he gaped at you and Peter. You snickered at Peter’s flushed and stuttering form, counting that as one win tonight. 

“My girlfriend’s lips. Y/N’s stuttering cause she’s too busy staring at Bucky.” Peter said, fixing you with a look, his head tilted adorably, jaw clenched like the way it did when he was done with your bullshit.

“Hey I’m not staring at him! He’s just so gorgeous- look at him!” You giggled, watching him stumble from his stool, the alcohol in your veins making you braver than before. You had endured more than one round of teasing from the team about your very obvious crush on one Bucky Barnes, yet you went on with your babbling.

“Yeah yeah, you’ve said what what- oh a million times before!” Peter shrieked, hands up in the air, nearly dropping his bottle. Snatching his bottle, you drowned the remaining liquid, dropping it on the counter with a scow, “are you even old enough to drink?”

“Hey! Let me tell you, I’m turning twenty one in a week, or did you forget?” He said, ignoring Tony, who was shaking his head and grumbling something about being too old for this shit.

“Of course I didn’t forget kiddo.” You said, smiling sadly at him, ruffling his messy brown hair. Ever since you met him, you always loved playing with his hair. They were fluffy, just like your cat’s, “Who allowed you to grow up so fast?” 

“Y/n/n! I’m only four years younger than you!”

“Ugh don’t remind me.” It still iffed you to no end that the boy who was once nine years younger than you was now 4 years younger, nevermind that he was mature much beyond his age. Mind briefly averted from one Winter Soldier, you didn’t notice him sit down next to you, startled when he called for you. You didn’t even notice Peter giving you a look before Tony dragged him somewhere.

“Hey, you’re Y/n right? Peter’s-” He started, your brain short circuiting when you saw his piercing blue eyes- the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen, staring at you, a small smirk playing on his stubbled jaw. You gulped internally, clearing your throat and sitting straight.

“Neighbour? Yes that’s me.” You nodded enthusiastically, smiling as much as you could without cringing at your ecstatic behaviour. 

“I know.”

“Cool.” 

Shuffling in your seat, you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to speak before both of you were interrupted by your laughter. Getting yourself together, you gestured for him to talk, “go ahead.”

“So, should I buy you a drink?”

“Only if you let me buy you one.” 

And that’s how it started. One drink turned to another, and next thing you knew you were kissing him, his hands in your hair, the cold of his metal arm placed firmly on your bare waist as he bunched your t-shirt up in a fist.

For a moment you weren’t aware of your surroundings, the only thing you could feel was his t-shirt fisted in your hands, his freezing palm causing an eruption of goosebumps on your skin as the cold air of the room hit you full force. Panting, you scrambled for the door, holding his hands in the darkened room as you followed him blindly.

Crashing your lips to his once again, you moan under your breath, chest hitching as you scrambled for your shirt and bra, pulling it over your head as you watched him do the same, smirking at the very apparent bulge on his blue jeans. 

“Do you have a condom? You panted, tracing his biceps with your nails as you pulled him so that you were chest to chest, your nipples hardening as your bare chests made contact. You could feel your pussy throbbing, groaning at your already growing lady boner, the place between your thighs slick with wetness.

“In my pocket.” He answered, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around him, throwing you on the bed with questionable stains. You moaned as he dropped his weight on you, his hands burning flames on your skin as he traced patterns on your bare arms, kissing you with a vigor. 

Your hands reached for his jeans pocket, fumbling to find the packet of condom while he traced his lips on your neck, nibbling at the curve of your shoulder, making you shudder with excitement.

“Are you sure you-”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Whatever you say doll.” 

Your stomach coiled when he called you that, groaning in pleasure as he roughed you up with his hands, his jeans sliding off, leaving his bare thighs barely visible to your eye. His eyes were somehow still illuminated in the dark room, leaving you even more wet than before. You never knew his eyes could turn you on so much that he made you come even before he could slide inside you.

Thrusting your hips, you watched impatiently as he slid the condom on his hardened dick, asking you for permission once more before sliding into you, his hips thumping with yours as he gradually increased his pace, hitting your spot.

“You’re so beautiful, so pretty under me. Perfect little wet pussy you got there doll.” He whispered, closing his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, holding onto his back with one of your hands, nails digging into his flesh, unable to form any words.

“I’m close.” You moaned, rolling your hips with his as he continued to move, panting, one hand on the headboard and the other on your boobs, keeping you firmly planted on the shitty pub mattress as he kneaded the soft skin, the brush of his fingers on your pebbled nipple your last straw as you finally gave into your climax.

“You good?” He asked, his dick still inside you as you came all over him. Sliding out, you lay on the dirty sheets, your bare body shivering with the excessive hormones that took over you, realising that you had just fucked James Buchanan Barnes. 

“Yeah, I’m good, Great. Amazing. Wow I can’t believe this happened.” You said, holding the thin sheet up to your chest as you saw him in the dim lights. His chest was glistening with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead as you saw him discard the condom in a bin. Biting your lip, you tried not to stare at his bare ass, clenching your thighs. 

He gave you a friendly smirk when he caught you, thankful for the dark room, for you couldn’t stand him looking at your burning cheeks. 

“You know you can look right?” He smiled, holding your cheek in his cold palm, your own palms sweating as he straddled you, his frame encompassing yours as he towered over you, your thighs already pulsing, begging for a round two as-

“Oh, oh jesus you have nice fingers.” You giggled as he inserted his two fingers in your pulsing core, jerking your hips as he navigated through your slick folds. 

“It’s actually Bucky, but Jesus would do too.” He said, silencing you with another kiss. He gave a throaty growl as you kissed him harder, slicking back his hair with one hand, scratching at his scalp with your nails. Smirking under the kiss, you continued to do so until he increased his pace, your throbbing core giving in to the stimuli.

It was somehow easy for you to forget that the man you barely knew had made you come twice in the same night.

“Do you- do you want to go out sometime? Preferably without that Parker kid trailing behind you like a puppy?” Bucky huffed, ceasing his movement to look at you, your mouth open, wiping the smudged lipstick with a finger. 

“Aw he has good intentions.” You smiled, licking your lips teasingly as he rolled his eyes, “admit it he’s a good kid.”

“Are you really talking about Parker while I’m fingering you?”

“What? Ew. No, just, he thinks you hate him.” You giggled, shifting on the sheets a little to release your straining pelvis from cramping. 

“I don’t hate him, he’s a good kid, but he’s also a little shit at times.” He said, a fond look in his eyes. Your heart clenched at his expression, slowly pulling out of his grasp as you flopped on the bed, turning and looking at him. 

“He do be like that sometimes. But to answer your question, yes I would love to go on a date with you.” You smiled, burying your nose in his neck, not even caring that some drunk people might walk in on you two. No one had so far, so you didn’t really care.

To say that you were whipped would be an understatement. You started visiting the compound more often, came to movie nights, spent more time with everyone (especially him). 

“No!” You laughed, giggling as he picked you up bridal style, “Bucky! Jeez put me down right this instant or I’ll stick fridge magnets on you!”

You were instantly dropped on your feet, sighing when you felt his arms circle your waist, pulling your back to his chest. The tower was empty, everyone going back to their respective workplaces. It was only the two of you. You could hear him hum under his breath.

“Fridge magnet? Are they those sticky things that stick on fridges?”

“Yes Bucky, that’s exactly what they are. I thought they existed in the 20s?” You scoffed, turning around, falling on his firm chest. Circling your hands around his waist, you pondered at how close you had gotten with him in just a few days. Heck, every time you visited, it felt like you were just growing closer, until you felt your relationship tying in a tight knot. With a snap, you realised that your life might as well be in ruins was he not yours at this moment. 

“Only rich people had them.”

Maybe you were going overboard with your feelings, maybe you were rushing things, but you didn’t mind. Getting close to people wasn’t always your strongest suit, but with this man, you didn’t mind having silent conversations. Until you could feel his fingers on every inch of your being. 

With your heart thudding in your chest, you realised that you could spend your entire life tightening the knot of your heart with his, listen to him breathe as you laid by his bedside, play silly games with him. You were in love with this man.

“What are you thinking about?” He smiled, still swaying in your embrace.

“Nothing much.”

A/N: the ending is a little questionable but lemme know what you think! Requests are open! :)

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Jane The Killer x Fem!Bi!Reader ||Oneshot

Title: He’ll still love you if you don’t give in // Will he?

Notes:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I’m so glad this is finally done XD YAY Creepypasta. YAY Jane.

Not edited but I hope its okay 😅

You’re 18-19 and Jane’s, like, early to mid-20’s.

Plot: You’re sharing your concerns with your older, more experienced friend Jane about your upcoming Formal/Prom/Dance with your date and what… might happen… a f t e r… When you make a move you didn’t know you were going to and Jane helps you with your worries.

Warnings: SMUT, age gap, mommy kink, first time

“Jane… “

A muffled noise that sounds like an enthusiastic ‘Yeah’comes back at you, as Jane kneels by your feet and pins the hem of your skirt up- needle between her teeth concerning you a little bit as she pulls the skirt up and down, folding it and testing different lengths. You chew on your bottom lip, glancing at your reflexion in your bedroom window, the darkness outside making it as close to a mirror as you have at the moment to see your dress again. It’s beautiful; Perfect actually. It doesn’t show anything you’re too self-conscious to show, but it does show skin that you’re not actually that upset with, and it makes your figure look, somehow… sexy. But in an elegant way. Plus it’s a colour you don’t wear that often, a shade that you’ve for sure never worn, that is just gorgeous and you love it so much.

Hence how you’ve dubbed it ‘perfect’.

Still, the pit in your chest tightens. You need to say something.

“So, um… at prom… I’m going with this guy, right? Jeremy.”

“Mhmm… “Jane sort of picks up on your nervousness but keeps her suspicions inside where they belong for now. She should at least let you say what you need to say yourself before her paranoia buts in. So she just continues hemming your dress, taking the pin out of her mouth and sticking it through some fabric.

As Jane leans back from your legs - which, if you were being honest with your little bi disaster of a self, was making you more nervous then you already were right now, - and rests back on her outstretched arms to see the length, which she decides she’s happy with and starts making small adjustments. Just making sure that it’s perfect, and that she has something to do while you’re talking so you don’t spook at having her full focus. “Well… he’s driving me home in his mum’s car, and, he keeps wanting to stop off somewhere before we go home… says he’ll buy me a milkshake or something.” You drag your bottom row of teeth up the skin and gums behind your bottom lip, getting more anxious as you talk about it. “Um, I’m just wondering, what does this mean, in boy language? Is he… “You take a deep breath and let it out, like ‘ha’, and try to smile off your nerves. “Well, my friends and my mum seem to think he’s trying to get me alone. Ya know, to uh… well uh… have sex.”

There it is, Jane thinks, holding in a groan, and hides a scowl by pulling the end of your skirt up to her face for closer then necessary inspection. This boy wants to take my- … Stopping her own thoughts, Jane makes a careful swerve. This sweetheart’s innocence? Y/N’s??

The thought makes anger in her chest bubble and boil, but she won’t let you know that. She can’t.

Because while you might think she’s protective like an older sister, or even a mum, she found out the truth about her feelings weeks ago and will not scare you like that. She’s too old for you. You like this boy. You’re f r i e n d s, and nothing more. This is all incentive to stay quiet about it.

Besides, if she went after you, she would feel like a creepy predator.

So instead of blowing up, like she felt like doing, Jane just sits back on the floor away from your skirt and tilts her head up at you. She hopes you take her wonky smile as awkwardness about the topic, and not her stifling her jealousy and discomfort about talking about you and Jeremyin such a sense. “Well… do you want to have sex with him?”

“I… “You feel like you should be defensive. Say you do. Say ‘Well, yeah. I’m old enough aren’t I?’, but… that’s not a good enough reason, is it? You have to be honest with yourself, and you can definitely be honest with Jane, so… You crouch down on the ground, hugging your knees. “Not really, I mean… well, I like the idea, but… “Meaning, you like the idea of penis. But as for Jeremy… “The idea just makes me more anxious then hot; you know?”

One corner of Janes mouth quirks up as she knits her brows together, and raises a shoulder in a careful, half shrug. “Well then, sweetheart… “That seems pretty conclusive.

Don’t have sex unless you’re horny about it. Just don’t.

And you know it. She doesn’t need to say it. “Ughh, I know. But, am I just anxious because it’s my first time or because… what? Am I ace? Homosexual? I mean, I like Jeremy and I like the idea of penis but… what? Am I being tricked? What is this? I don’t understand!” A chuckle bubbles up Jane’s throat and she settles herself down to sit cross legged and help you settle more comfortably too without hurting your dress.

“Okay… all valid thoughts. Any one of them could be true, who knows?” She shrugs fully this time, giving you a sympathetic look. “The only way to find out is to experience it, hun, and that’s the sucky truth. Just remember, you do not have to have sex. If you’re feeling more anxious and sick about doing this with Jeremy then anything, don’t.” She gives you a very serious look on that point. “Only experience something if you want to.”

“But… “The word slips from your lips before you can stop it. But? ‘But’, what?

‘But’, I do want to try sex. I do, just… not with Jeremy.

You look at Jeremy and yes, you see a handsome guy who makes you laugh and finally asked you out when this prom thing came around - Dream come true, right? -, and you do like guys (You do! You’re sure! You’ve read plenty of smut and you want cock goddamnit. In your butt, in your mouth, in your pussy-… moving on. Horny teenage mind shutting down) but you just don’t… want to be that up close and personal with him. You let the breath you were holding in, out as a sigh.

But that all isn’t what stopped you from speaking after that ���but’.

It was the fact that the only person in real life who you do want to experience with, who you’ve ever genuinely felt hot about the thought of or because they sat too close… was her.

Jane takes your silence as meaning you were feeling confused and frustrated, though luckily. She pats your shoulder. “I promise he’ll still like you if you say no.”

You just grunt in response, straightening your skirt out in front of you and avoiding her eyes now. Oh, jeez. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. But that seems far less important now. You take a deep breath in through your nose, chest rising. “Sure. Thanks.” You flash her a grateful smile.

Oh god, she’s so beautiful.

You wondered at the start, when you first realised that the way you were feeling about your older, experienced, badass bitch friend was deeper than the ones you had about other, fly-by crushes you were just curious. Like? A girl? Cool. We can explore this. But then even when you were stable in your understanding of your sexuality, or at least your interest in girls, none of the other girls you felt for held a candle to her. That was when you knew you really, actually, genuinely liked her and that you were screwed.

What you would give… do… if she could be your first experience.

After a moment, you take a deep breath and manage to stand without stepping on the skirt of your dress or anything and Jane goes straight back to pinning, glad for the distraction. That was weird for her. Talking to her friend-crush about a boy and sex… at least she managed to keep the good older girl friend (Purposeful space) persona intact. But… at least she should be okay now, I guess. Hopefully she doesn’t do it… But then again, it’s none of my business. “Anytime babes.” Only a few more pins…

You stare out the window, past the reflection of the inside of your bedroom as she does, watching the branches of various hedges get blown around heavily in the wind, showing their insides. I wish I could be like that. You pout, knowing the comparison is silly but not really caring- no one is reading your thoughts, right? (A/N: (¬‿¬) ). If only Jane could just know about how you feel, and take it from there.

Too bad you’re too much a chicken shit to tell her. Besides, you don’t want to make things weird for her… and you certainly don’t want to lose her. Blowing air out of your cheeks, you roll your eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid conscience. If Jiminy Cricket could just shut up, that would be great. “Hey Jane?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I’m just gonna open the window, if that’s okay with you?”

“Course! I’m just gonna crack open my snacks.”

As you’re opening the window, cooling down your heated cheeks and enjoying the slightly wet twilight - the only time Jane can come because otherwise your parents would catch her and would for sure be confused as to why you’re harbouring a known murderer in your bedroom, - wind hit your face and your neck, Jane reaches to your bed and snatches a packet of M&M’s that she brought, settling against the side of your mattress to chow down.

You return to her, manoeuvring to a sitting position on your own this time as she offers you some of her chosen treat. “Thank you!”

Then the two of you plunge back into silence.

It’s very awkward and you’re both confused as to why the other is silent- did you say something that made her uncomfortable? Should you not have spoken to her about this? Did she give away her feelings and make you feel uncomfortable? Should she have drawn some kind of line?

It takes a couple awful minutes before you gather the courage to look over at her, a movement that catches her attention so she looks back. You take a deep breath, the moment filled with ‘what if’s and ‘did I’s and ‘should I’s turn into a ‘well if I don’t do it now, I never will’ and you plant your fingers on the ground, stabilising yourself with them as you lean forward…

And kiss her.

Immediately, Jane releases a relieved and pleased sigh and presses her perfect, soft lips back against yours. You two continue to kiss for a few moments, enjoying the moment that’s finally come and the feeling of each other’s plush lips too much to care about breathing until Jane decided you needed to breathe, despite her own desire and ability to hold her breath a few more seconds. Her baby has to breathe! She’s not about to suffocate the sweetheart, even if it does feel so wonderful.

She touches her hands to your face, unbelievably jazzed to finally do so. To touch your beautiful face and look into your eyes without pretending its, like, ‘Friendly admiration’. A grin quirks at her lips and her voice gentle and a little bit teasing. “What was that, sweetheart?”

“I… “You chew on your bottom lip, still tingling from Janes lips. “I just really, wanted to. Is that… is that okay, with you?”

“Oh, baby, you’re just too cute. Those big eyes! Yes, its totally okay with me.” Causing your heart beat to go crazy, jane leans close to your face and presses another, quick kiss to your lips. Just as softly, though. Her kisses drive you mad and you’ve only had 2! That’s somekinda drug, right there. She sighs, deeply. “Oh, absolutely… “

Seeking your newfound drug, you push forward and kiss her again, tilting your head deeper this time and parting your lips and licking a stripe along her bottom one. You taste lipstick, but you don’t care- its part of the experience of making out with Jane. You welcome it.

She moans and cracks her mouth open, one of her hands tracing down to your neck and twisting around your throat, most of her fingers pressing into the back to push your mouth firmly against yours and her thumb rubbing strokes up and down the delicate skin of your throat. Her tongue, wet and warm, a welcomed juxtaposition to her lips, expertly touches yours. She teasingly strokes along your tongue with hers, at the same pace as her nail drags gently up and down your throat and you cants help yourself- you shift closer to her, hands finally finding her waist and feeling the warmth of her body through her dress. “Jane… “You take great joy in finally getting to moan her name, and she certainly loves it too as she starts to kiss you harder- taking it a little bit further than the line you unknowingly set.

Not that you wanted to set the line.

Nay, nay! You wanted this woman to take you. But this woman wants you to be safe and control the situation yourself. When she realises, a second later, that she accidentally dominated that kiss she tears her lips - with difficulty, - completely away from yours, making you totally pout like a child. She bites her thumbnail, looking at you. You’re just too adorable, and hot- what is she going to do?? It was hard enough keeping herself from touching you before but now?? Good lord. “Oh baby, baby, baby… Be careful there saying my name like that. I might lose control.”

You lean forward again, your breath on her lips as you take her hand in yours. Eyes pleading. “Go ahead.” Lose is, please.

“Wh- are… are you sure?” Jane’s trying to weigh up pros and cons to this - Y/N’s a virgin! You’re her friend! - but it all comes down to the fact that you’re a legal adult. And she’s a legal adult.

And she wants this, so if you do too…

Sighing in frustration, you move and this time, straddle her waist - prom dress fanning out around the both of you on your bedroom floor, -, grinning at the way she looks up at you now; Her lips wobbling, fighting to contain her smile. “Jane… Please… “

Suddenly Jane’s demeanour completely changes, her big sister persona sliding by to make way for the mommy dom you knew - well, had hoped, - was hidden inside to take the reins. “Well, then… “Her hands situate themselves under your skirts, holding onto your bare thighs and soothing your goosebumps with her thumbs stroking up and down your soft skin, and smirks up at your formerly confident and now blushing mad self. “Buckle up, Princess, and let me take good care of you.”

You don’t get to say anything else but a quick, obedient ‘Uhuh’, before she taps her lips with her finger and that’s all she needs to do to have you leaning down and kissing her once again. These kisses are heated - not to say that the others weren’t, but these ones seem to be going somewhere the others weren’t, - and hot, and everything a young lady expects kisses with the person they really want, to be. Jane communicates all her longing and love through her lips and her tongue’s dance with yours, her thumbs against the insides of your thighs sending burning messages up to your core as your hands run through her long ebony hair before she cups your cheeks- her fingers on your face feeling just right. Jeremys were nice, strong and firm- but you’ve been waiting for Janes for a long time.

This is so much better than you ever imagined doing this with Jeremy could have been.

As her lips, connected with yours and sucking your tongue into her mouth define passion, your hips roll down against hers, eager to gain friction where you really need it and make her moan. You want to know how it feels to have her desperate for you. You want to know what its like to see her in such a state- how she sounds when she moans, what she looks like writhing with pleasure, what her pussy looks like shedding cum for you.

Feeling confident and curious, you let your hands explore down Janes body, to the hem of her plain grey t-shirt - yes, she’s sporting something informal tonight. But that in no way make sit any less elegant paired with the tight leather skirt she wears so casually, - and lift it up a little, just above her tummy, waiting for her to give you the go ahead or push your hand away. She smirks against your mouth, as you’re so sweet and cute, and taps your hand up a bit before moving to devour your lips properly again, her tongue doing things to you that make you swoon.

You lift up the shirt, making Jane unhappily separate from your mouth so it can go over her head and crumple nearly silently on the ground behind her. Eyes as wide and as big as dinner plates, you lean back to look at her and her pale pale skin, and the black bra that is so her, and her black painted smirk, and her beautiful shiny black eyes and hair. Honestly, you can’t understand why she’s even friends with you. She’s way, way too perfect.

You’re feel so lucky that she wants you like this.

“Well sweetheart? Why don’t we help you outta that dress before we go any further? We’ll finish it later I think.” Jane says, giving you a wink before you nod silently, excited and puts her hands on your waist- lifting you up and setting you on the floor in front of her.

“Wow,” You mutter, unable to help your dumbfounded, turned on self and causing the beautiful, strong woman in front of you to let out a little laugh, as she bunches up your skirts and lifts the dress over your head when she hold your arms up for her.

She then gets up and puts the dress on a plastic hanger, leaving it to hang on the ceiling fan. Then she turns around, and her dark, sooty eyes finally take a greedy look at your half naked body as you continue to sit on the floor where the left you and good grief- the heat in her gaze makes your cheeks go absolutely red. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-

Jane stalks back to you and makes you lay down on your back - or maybe you did it on your own? It happened so seamlessly, and wordlessly, - as she sits astride your thighs, and leans over your body. Her hair slips over her shoulders and touches the ground by the sides of your head, curtaining you both in and making you feel like its just the two of you; Before kissing you again. This time slowly, her soft, plush lips pressing against yours and moving against them sensually in a way that sets a flame between your legs like nothing so far and you moan, kissing her back with anguish, rubbing your legs together. “Jane… “ You whine between kisses, wanting her desperately to get to the main event already and just watching her smirk in response, and just give you more ‘drive-you-crazy, make-you-unbelievably-hot-and-bothered, torturous’ tongue kisses.

Finally you take the reigns again yourself and slip your thumbs into the sides of her skirt, and underwear, and pull them down as far as your can in your position. That gets her attention, through the haze she was stuck in with just getting to kiss you - you! Y/N! Her sweet, adorable Y/N. Finally, - and makes her understand what you really want. A mischievous, dangerous ‘hm’ sound comes out of her and you know you’re in for it now. Thank god.

Slipping her bottoms off the rest of the way for you first, she makes quick work of your bra and slips her fingers through your hair as she appraises your chest. “Oh, jeez… “You whisper, feeling awkward at her gaze so intently on your breasts, out in the open in front of someone for the first time since developing them- and your collarbones- and your neck, and your belly, too. She appreciates it all and comfortingly plays with your hair while doing it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re fricken amazing.” Jane assures, flashing a quick smile reminiscent of your typical, every-day, non-lusty, best friend Jane but speaking like the mommy dom that’s possessed her in this moment.

“Thank you!”

She blinks, and she’s back entirely to Lady Dimitrescu mode. “Time to take care of you now, huh?” She smirks, and her teeth are sharp against her plump, black bottom lip, and you lose all will to move at all. Just let her ravage you how she likes- damn, she could peg you if she wanted right now and you wouldn’t object even a little.

Its Jane.

She leans down and moves her hair to one side of her neck, before giving you one more kiss on the lips before trailing down across your jaw and down your neck, sucking hickies, you’re sure, into your skin- so many hickies. One, two, three, four, and more across your colour bone and the top of one of your breasts. The delicate attention turned brutal, needy suction make you squirm and surely absolutely soak your underwear through as your hands find a place to sit at her shoulders; One finding a nice home curled up in her hair.

Then Janes hands actually cup your breasts, and a sighescapes you, wanting to do the same to her. To feel her chest under your hands, see how they squish, make her whine as you brush your thumbs across her nipples. She carefully, reluctantly disconnects her lips from your skin to eagerly watch the meat on your chest as she pushes your breasts up, then squeezes, then pulls them apart and lets go of them- just watch them fall back to their positions.

And, jesus christ, she licks her lips before leaning down and taking your right nipple in that magical mouth of hers, sucking on the delicate, unweathered skin and licking the flat of her tongue all over it- full enjoying her chosen meal. After a few moments of just, solely enjoying your taste, and the texture of your breast under her tongue, she does the same to the other; Sucking and licking over the bump, and leaving them both totally used and wet with her spit. She pulls back and grins totally pleased at her work.

Especially the moaning, wriggling mess she’s made you beneath her. She cheeks are hot, you’re arching your chest up towards her and you’re desperately moving your hips, rubbing your thighs together and thoroughly enjoying the friction in your core. Cracking your eyes open to look at her, you go an even more, impossibly dark shade of red and drag her back down for another kiss- your tongues and teeth clashing with eachother in absolute need. When you pull back, you’re breathing heavily. “Jane, I need you now.”

“I know baby, patience tough.” One of her hands glides down your stomach, flattening against any chub and running her thumb over the fat in a way that makes her cheeks go warm, before she reaches your panties and starts half-ass-dly rubbing your folds through them. A strangled whine escapes you and immediately your hips jolt upwards, towards her. “It’ll be better, as long as you’re good and let me enjoy you properly- promise.”

Smirking, you decide to be a little mischievous and see if you can make her go a little mad. “Oh, mommy.”

Her gaze snaps up to yours as soon as that word leaves your lips, focused as hell on you as she assesses your flushed cheeks and neck, and the unnecessarily, probably not even purposeful but unbelievably, sexy smirk on your lips and feels her own cunt leak. She fights not to rub her own thighs together, too.

She’s the mommy- she has to control herself.

“Oh- you- Y/N, “She sighs, finding words that go together after her head went absolutely feral at those words that came out of you. To your total pleasure, she holds up a firm finger to you. “Keep calling me that, sweetcakes.”

“Sure thing, mommy.”

A growl escapes her as she yanks your underwear down and off your feet, leaving your glistening, needy pussy bare like her own and right in her vision. Oh my god, she thinks. Her mouth is watering.

What she would give to just immediately shove her head down there and devour you.

Her blush is dark as she refuses herself, though, and instead gets off you- just in order to put a hand under one of your knees and spread your leg as wide out as it’ll go, then sit down her own cunt right against yours. Criss crossed.

Then she looks down at you with a smirk before even thinking about moving, to see your wide eyes and absolutely turned-on expression- she’s back in control. The way it should be.

“Mommy… “You whine, just before she grinds down against you for the first time and all the words and every thought in your head are ripped right out of you except the ones that think yes, more, please, more-

It’s the most unbelievably lovely, wonderful action even if it just makes a knot in your stomach that’s painful… but now the kind of pain where you exactly want it to stop. The kind where you want more. More, more, more, until you break.

She saws slowly but firmly against your wet, slippery cunt with hers, her own breathing getting heavy with how good it feels to not just feel your weeping pussy grinding against hers but also to see you in this state- butt naked breasts still wet from her attentions earlier, moaning desperately, cheeks aflame, and hips moving helplessly. Looking for release.

After some good minutes of this though, Jane removes herself from you - a string of precum snapping, - and rolls you to lay perfectly on your back again as she kneels between your spread legs. You rub your face, which it hot as hell against your hands, and sigh. “Oh my godddd,” Jane chuckles at your antics.

“Okay… now, sweetheart?” Jane leans over your body again, albeit a lot further away then last time as she has no intention of getting into another mere make out session- she just wants to twirl some of your hair around her finger and curl behind your head. “This is the sort of hard part.”

You bite your bottom lip. “Oh… “You suppose this means, penetration.

You would be lying if you said this didn’t make you nervous, even with her. Even if its Jane doing it.

But… at least… you’re nice and lubricated?

Taking a dep breath, you say. “Okay… “

Jane, chewing the inside of her cheek, nods. “Okay… Just try to relax, okay, sweetheart? It won’t be bad for long, I promise, you just have to get through the first bit with me.”

“Let’s do it. Uh, careful though, okay?”

“Of course.”

Of course, your pussy is still singing with the pleasure from before and that’s still ringing all over your skin, everywhere, especially where she touches you as she holds onto one your thighs gently, but that doesn’t stop nerves from rushing through you. You snap your eyes closed when her fingers, a foreign object, prods at your swollen entrance.

As expected, she slips in easily as the stimulation from earlier caused you to get wet as hell down there, and, as she journeys in further, slowly but at a steady pace… it doesn’t hurt. Well, not like you were always made to believe, it would. It feels mighty uncomfortable, and plain weird to have something so solid and foreign in your vagina, but you don’t feel as if you’re being torn apart, or anything. Jane adds her rude finger along with her pointer, and gives you a few moments to get used to it. As she sits with her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, waiting for you to feel good, she strokes her other fingers through your hair- fanned out around your head. Her eyes slip from your pussy – waiting to see if you bleed at all, - to your eyes to make sure you aren’t scared or displeased at all, and flashes you an encouraging grin when you catch her.

You find her so completely beautiful in this moment; So effortlessly and simply elegant even with her straight, charcoal locks messed up around her head and down over her chest and back, her back straight, topless, the black of her bra matching her hair and complimenting her skin, and waiting carefullyfor your say so. Because you matter. Because she wouldn’t want to hurt you.

After a few moments, and you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her digits within your walls, you shift your hips. Jane looks up to your face, raising her brows for the words- and you’re all too happy to oblige. “You can move now… mommy.”

“Hm, your wish is my command I guess, baby.” She shrugs, amused at the lusty look once again in your eyes as she slowly moves her fingers in and out of you- rubbing against your walls so so pleasantly and quickly dragging you back to near orgasm; the knot in your stomach fully returning- with a vengeance as she gets quicker and more forceful with her thrusts. You even adds yes another finger, massages them inside your pussy, gliding against the meaty walls in there and rubbing against your clit with her thumb. A mischievous smirk slowly returns to her face, too, as she watches you near your first orgasm… because of her.

Not because of some silly teenage boy that would hurt you, or another girl that wouldn’t know what the hell to do. Because of her.

She’s hoped for a while that it was her, for you. That she would be yours, and you would be hers, and this just feels right. Sure, it may not have happened in the long run but it has, and she feels so glad that it did. So lucky.

Just as she’s feeling your walls tighten around her fingers, moans escaping you like an ongoing leakage, she slips her slimy, wet fingers completely from you and as you’re staring hopelessly at her, wondering why she’s stopped, she slowly licks them clean in front of your eyes. You watch her juicy, pink tongue with half lidded eyes, slide over her knuckles and up and down fingers- gathering all the precum she can and making a delicate, beautiful ‘mmm,’ sound at the taste.

Jesus christ, if you didn’t know her better, you would say that she wants to kill you.

“Why did you stop, mommy?”

“Well I haven’t showed you everything yet, baby.” Jane quips, matter o’ factly and puts her hands on your hips- gazing self-satisfied down to you. Then, as you’re wondering what’s left, and suspecting something in particular, Jane gestures for you to get up and move onto the bed with a quick flick of her wrist.

Your eyes widen. “Walk? On these legs??”

“I’ll help you.” She giggles at this response from you, before you nod and roll your eyes with a grin at her laughter, and she stands to help you up to your feet, and guide you to your bed.

Wow, you had not realised how long exactly you must have been on the floor. Your hips feel like hell.

Bit alas- one look at Jane kneeling before you on the floor, looking cute there beneath you, and the horny beats the achy need to just go to sleep and rest your muscles.

“Um… s-so… “Your voice stutters as you know what she’s going to do now but also you don’t want to assume, either. “What uh… wh-what haven’t you, uh, shown me?… mommy… “Your cheeks are as red as fire trucks and your heart beats as loud and as fast as a hellhound rushing out of hell as her gaze slips down to your clearly orgasm deprived, virgin slit. And licks her lips.

Dear god, she’s been dying to taste you. She’s wanted to chow down like starving little slut- slurping and making er face a fucking mess, just in order to eat you out to the best of her abilities. Make you orgasm on her face and have you force her to lick up every little bit.

She just says, though, “Wait and see.”

Before nestling forward into the blessed space between your delicious, gorgeous thighs - stretch marks, birthmarks, and all (Whatever you have), - and licks up, deeply between your folds. A pleasured shiver immediately courses through you at the unbelievably nice feeling. You wonder at first if you taste bad - I mean, that’s your vagina, - but before you can really worry at all, Jane tucks her knees under your bed in order to get in closer so her nose presses against your mound and continues chowing down.

What moisture she can’t just continuously lick up from the depths of inside you, she sucks right out, enthusiastically hitting all bases in this oral experience. Her tongue, that you had seen so dexterously lick all over her fingers a minute ago is talented at this as it is snapping about a fucking Jeff The Killer, after every instance she sees him - hopefully she can take those frustrations out on you this way, moving forward, - and her lips taking you greedily into her mouth like the feel of your most private place under her lips makes her the happiest she’s every been.

And it does make her pretty damn happy.

Especially when you finally, finally orgasm- right in her mouth. Your body contorts as you arch your hips even further into her wet cavern, feeling teeth graze against your mound, and cum shoots out of your pussy like a freight train as you moan and widen your legs as far as they go, laying back onto the bed.

Jane moans too, finally tasting you properly and enjoying the time she takes licking you clean and swallowing down all your cum because she wants to. You whine, becoming a little bit overstimulated as she does and reminding her inadvertently that this is about you- not her love of your taste. She sighs, finishing you off before leaning back and brushing her back from her face, looking up to see you laying all tuckered out on the bed and grinning- she did a job well done, then.

As she gets up, she unclips her bra finally - feeling totally relaxed, finally, - and slides up into bed with you. You turn and curl around her in turn, wrapping a leg over her hip and dragging her close, and hiding your face in her neck. Pressing a few delicate, tickly kisses there, you sigh and feel sleep starting to steal you away.

“Jane?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” She respond, happily, tiredly playing with your hair.

“Thank you.” After she hums, pleased above the top of your head, you angle your chin up a little to whisper warmly in her ear one final thing before snuggling back down and going to sleep.

“You better get some sleep now, mommy. Cuz I’m gonna wake you up later to return the favour.”