#starting anew if you still wanna follow me

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[astrolynnworld]

blue confessions

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt confesses his feelings to the reader at the countdown of midnight

warnings: fluff! new years, confessions, love, romance.

a/n- should of been posted yesterday but oh well 🫠

word count: 979

i do some last minute cleansing and preparations as i get ready to start my year anew and fresh.

nick had invited a few friends over so we can celebrate our last hours of 2023 together.

i finish getting ready and put on my coat so i can head over to the house.

everyone arrived at various times but i was one of the first people to get there.

i’ve been friends with the triplets for about 7 years now, at first i met nick but he soon after introduced me to his brothers who i’ve been close with every since.

especially matt, matt is really like my best friend. since day one, matt & i have have a different type of connection where we understand each other on a different level

he’s always been there for me, as i have with him.

“hey!! happy new year” nick says as he opens the door to let me in

“happy new year!” i say while going in for a hug

“wow it’s been in a long year.” i continue

“tell me about it.. a lot has happened this year, from hitting 5 million subs to going on tour again.. it’s been a crazy year”

“yup, sad to see it end but ready to watch it go” i laugh

from the corner of my eye i can see chris coming up the stairs

“oh hey chris! happy new year” i say as i walk in for a hug

“yup! new year.” he greets back, “where’s the food?” he proceeds to ask

“chris shut up. it’s on the way, you can wait.” nick answers annoyingly

i chuckle at their banter

“where’s matt?” i ask out loud

“he’s probably in still his room getting ready, you can go check on him if you want” nick responds

i nod and make my way down the hall to his room.

i do my little signature knock that i do so he knows it’s me

“come in!” he shouts from the door

i open the door and walk in to give him a hug

“heyyy matt!!” i gleefully say

“why are you so happy?” he asks with a confused face

“cause it’s new year’s eve!!” i respond with more enthusiasm

“big plans for 2024?” he asks

“no plans, just hopes and wants.” i respond

“yeah? what do you hope and want?” he asks again

“i kinda hope for a genuine connection and relationship..” i say shyly

“really?”

“yeah. i just feel like im tired of meaningless flings or situationships. we’re only getting older.. i want something real” i say

“i feel you 100%” he reassures

“yeah.” i look down, “but anyway! do you have anything you’re looking forward too?”

“not really. i just wanna let the year play out how it’s supposed too.” he replies

“yeah i see th-“ im interrupted as the door swings open

“our friends are here. stop hiding in the room” says nick

“we’re not hiding” matt says as he gets up to make his way to the living room

i follow shortly behind

after a few hours of party games and jokes, we just hang around to enjoy our last few minutes of 2023

i go in the kitchen to grab some water and shortly after, matt follows along

he nervously stands there in silence for a bit pretending to be occupied before striking up a conversation

“before the year end i kinda just wanted to let you know that i really do appreciate our friendship” he says sentimentally

“aww matt, that’s so sweet.”

“i know i don’t really say it often but i do love you. maybe in more ways than i should to be honest.” he looks down

“huh? what do you mean?” i ask

“well you’re the person i can count on the most, other than nick and chris. you’re always there for me when i need you to be and i feel like i relate you on a deeper level. you just understand me as a person and i love and appreciate you a lot for it.”

i go in for a hug, “matt i love you so much! you’re gonna make me cry”

he hugs back but doesn’t seem fulfilled

“matt what’s wrong? you seem unfinished?” i ask still embraced in his grasp

“cause that’s not all i want to say. i just don’t know how to say it” he says

suddenly we hear our friends in the other room start the new year countdown

“well you better hurry before the new year begins” i chuckle

“six.. five” we hear from the other room

i stare up as he looks down at me with his mouth agape as he prepares himself

“two.. one-“

“i’m in love with you” he spills

“HAPPY NEW YEAR” i hear from the other room as i stare at him in silence

“this is probably the worst timing but i really couldn’t keep it in anymore. i can’t go into another year feeling regret for every day that i don’t confess to you how i fee-“

i break his monologue with a kiss

“i love too matt” i look up at him with a smile

“are you being serious?” his confused look making me chuckle

“yess matt. of course i do! like you said, i understand you on a deeper level. and i know you understand me just as well. i enjoy every second i spend with you and i love being around you, you always make me feel special. i also kept my feelings tucked in but i love you just as much” i confess

he smiles and places a kiss on my lips while placing both hands on each of my cheeks

“can i be your boyfriend, y/n?” he whispers into my lips as he holds my cheeks with both hands

“i’d love nothing more” i smile up at him

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a/n- hope you guys enjoyed this cute little story

[anundyingfidelity]

400 followers ask

Adam Warlock and reader with the sunshine x grumpy dynamic, the reader is someone dangerous and very powerful that none of the other heroes want to get close to due to her reputation and her history, but Adam ignores it and in the end they fall in love 😩✊❤

long time i don't write for adam so yesss! hope you like this, i tried my best for a grumpy x sunshine dynamic for this one hahaha

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I'M NOT IN LOVE — Adam Warlock x female reader

Word count: 689 (got carried awaaayyyy).

Genre: fluff.

Warnings: none I can really tell?

When Rocket and his team broke you out of your prison, he quickly understood why you were locked in the first place. A woman, captive of a crazy sorcerer who just held you as nothing more than a pet on a dirty planet, who was rageous and powerful, capable of destroying a star. That’s what the old man said to them.

Rocket was a fool and didn’t take his word though. Not until you tried to blow the ship going back to Knowhere, or when you tried to escape destroying miles of half built homes, or the countless times where you broke something with your super strength.

“Alright, stay here, witch,” Rocket ordered, taking you with Nebula’s help to a new place you’d call home for now. Behind his small figure, Adam followed closely in silence but intrigued by you, who seemed to completely ignore him.

“I’m not a witch!” you fumed, moving your arm away from the tight grip coming from the purple robot. “Don’t touch me, scum.”

“Nebula, stop,” the raccoon uttered as she stepped closer to you, ready to punch your face. She grunted and left the room, passing by the Sovereign.

Rocket continued. “We don’t wanna hurt you-”

“Then why take me here?! I never asked to be part of your stupid team!”

Being locked for so long had its effects on you, Rocket thought. That day he warned everyone to not be close to you since you were extremely dangerous, but Adam didn’t understand the captain. He had a second chance with the Guardians, it was fair to do the same thing with you. Under Rocket’s suspicious eyes, Adam got his approval to visit you and help you to the real world.

Contrary to the team, Adam was different. He saw pain and fear in your eyes that mixed with your powers made you a dangerous being, but a beautiful one nonetheless. He was the one who introduced you to the terran culture and their music. With it, Adam discovered the sounds of some songs would calm you down and he’d come to see a new sweet side of you. 

“Play it again,” you whispered, as you shared an earphone with Adam on the roof of your place in the middle of a somehow cold night. “I wanna hear it again.”

Adam beamed, doing as you said. The psychedelic melody started anew. “You like this song too much,” he teased.

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

Your brows furrowed, clearly annoyed. “Is that a problem, goldie?”

He just chuckled. “Not at all. Stop furrowing, it’s a joke.”

And just because

I call you up

Don't get me wrong,

Don't think you've got it made

Still you narrowed your eyes at him, with that angry face of yours. Sometimes you took so literal anything that escaped his lips. It was cute. Under the light of the city he admired you completely. Yes, sometimes you were a little mean to him and the team. Still you tried because of him. Adam was a very special person for you. But you wouldn’t admit it easily. 

I'm not in love, no no,

It's because…

I like to see you

“Okay,” you whispered finally, your features softening as the song played. It made you feel calm, at peace. Something you didn’t remember feeling before. Now after Adam came to your life, things were sort of different. You could feel it as much as Adam. He was bright, sunny, while you were totally the opposite of that.

But then again

That doesn't mean you mean that much to me

You locked eyes with his own, noticing he had been observing you long before. You sat so close together that you could feel the warmth of his body, contrasting the coldness of your own. He leaned closer with eyes closed, and as scared as you were, you let him kiss you softly on your lips. A quick peck on your lips before he pulled away.

“Sorry…”

You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Don’t.”

 It was the first time he saw your smile.

[entirelysein-e]

Life update: feeling a little better. Break is working wonders. It's kinda relieving to not worry about online life for once but I kinda do miss being here?

I think I'll try to ease back into yapping on dash in November. No pressure on myself anymore over posting x times a week, no pressure on notes and fics "flopping". We start anew and healthier 🫶

Smol info/vent under the cut lol.

The fact that I deactivated back in may weighs heavy on my mind still bc I did like the amount of interactions / asks and stuff that came with the bigger following. But I need to stop comparing myself to me from a year ago. I need to stop putting pressure on myself to write so people aren't upset with me.

The constant asks about not posting x times a week shows I don't care about people really did something in hindsight. I know I don't write for myself - I quite frankly don't like myself enough to be this kind to myself - but my fics are written for my friends. The people I've talked to about those ideas. I want to make them happy, not 62392729 others. So if my fic only has 200 interactions (from which 95% are likes) is okay. It doesn't mean it's bad. It doesn't mean I've failed as a writer and blog. I'm happy that the people I wrote it for like the fic and I'm grateful for others liking it too.

Tumblr is in shambles compared to when I started out 3 years ago. Likes are the new reblogs apparently and no matter how much we complain and beg, the people don't care. So yes. Yes I don't care anymore either.

You don't care enough to let me & others know that you've liked a fic and don't wanna share it? I'm not obligated to share my writing with you either. You can't expect me to push out 5 fics a week when you give me nothing in return. No money, no kind words, not even sharing it.

Call me entitled, call me ungrateful but perhaps you start with yourself first and come to realize that this behavior is driving writers off this app. We won't ever stop writing - but we will stop sharing it for others to see. So think about your own behavior first before coming at me. Leave the death and r*** threats up your ass and touch some grass 🥰

If you made it here, thank you for your time I hope the day treats you kindly and that the sunshine finds its way to warm you in ways a loving embrace would 🫶

[waynes-multiverse]

could you possibly do a Halloween drabble maybe where the reader has a Ghostface from Scream kink so Dean dresses up with the mask 🤭

A/N: Can I? Apparently, I can! Weirdly, this turned out to be up my alley 😂💀

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSWF, language, minor angst, smut (p in v, dirty talk, one playful mention of the word slut, a bit of role play, creampie)

Word Count: 1.1k

Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles

Scream

The lights in the corridor are flickering, an eerie feeling haunting your veins as a shudder runs down your spine and forces goosebumps onto your skin.

Carefully, you wander down the hallway labyrinth of the bunker, following a noise that seems to be coming from the main bathrooms. You’re a skilled huntress with years of experience, but whenever the boys leave you alone at night in the magical underground prison, things always get a little tense. After all, who knows what might escape. From wicked witches to wood nymphs, you sure had your fair share of weirdness since moving into your boyfriend’s home. It doesn’t help that it’s close to Halloween either, and you and Dean have been watching his favorite horror flicks nonstop this past week.

“Sam? Dean?” you warily call out, knowing full well there won’t be an answer coming since the guys are still out on their supply run.

A few more quiet steps and you’ve reached the bathroom. The door is ajar like it usually is unless someone’s currently using the showers, so you slowly push it further open, gripping your weapon of choice – a machete – tightly in your hands as you enter.

Suddenly, something moves in your periphery, and you swing your weapon at the tall, black shadow, aiming to behead it with one swift move of your blade. But the figure skillfully ducks and swirls you around, catching you from behind and holding you tight.

You’re pressed flush against the unknown assailant, but something feels familiar about the strong arms that are caging you in. And then, you notice the irresistible scent that instantly weakens your knees – a mix of sandalwood, gunpowder, leather, and whiskey.

“Dean!” You frown, realizing who your attacker is, and hear your boyfriend’s loud laugh, dropping the machete to the tiles. “I almost killed you, you idiot!”

“Oh, c’mon, wasn’t even close,” he chuckles, but his deep voice sounds muffled, and as you peer back at him, you can see the Ghostface mask he’s wearing and scowl anew.

“Seriously?!” You cock an eyebrow in annoyance. This is what you get for disclosing one of your deepest fantasies and sharing a dirty little secret with him. As you watched the Scream movies last week, you told him that you wouldn’t say no to a little murderous fuck. Of course, Dean would immediately use that knowledge against you.

“C’mon,” he laughs amusedly and starts to grind the bulging erection under his jeans into your ass. “You said you wanted to fuck Ghostface. Just making your fantasy come true, sweetheart…”

Turning in his hold, you lift the mask from his face a little and drape your arms around his neck, watching him closely with narrowed eyes as he smirks broadly at you. And then, you cave with a loud sigh, “Fine. How you wanna do this, my little killer?”

A chuckle vibrates in his chest as he pulls the mask over his freckled face again and pushes you back against the counter with the sink. He manhandles you to face the large mirror, your elbows propping up on the cool marble as he yanks your ass to him and spreads your legs further apart. He’s quick like a cat in shimmying your pajama shorts down till they pool around your ankles.

You hear the clink of a metal belt buckle as you observe him closely in the mirror, arousal pooling between your thighs. His fingers are quick to rub through your slick folds, hearing his little hums of approval behind you.

“Hmmm, so wet for me, baby. Gonna stab you real good with my dick tonight,” he says, and while you can’t see his face, you know he’s grinning like a little kid under the frightening mask, clearly proud of himself for his specially tailored dirty talk. “Gonna ram that knife into you deep and hard till you’re screaming, sweetheart.”

You want to sigh, but you know it’s useless. Besides, you hate to admit it, but his words are turning you on somehow, barely able to wait till you do get stabbed by that giant knife of his. You push your ass back against his fully erect and now freed dick, causing him to chuckle at your impatience. “You’re gonna fuck me or what, Mr. Killer-Dick?”

“Such an impatient little slut tonight, huh?” Dean teases before you feel his thick cockhead press against your dripping entrance. Gripping your hips tightly, he slams in with one harsh and fast thrust, pushing you forward on the counter as he immediately sets a merciless pace from the beginning. “’S that what you want, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah,” you whimper as every deep pound of his hits your cervix and the sweet spot in the back perfectly.

“Eyes open, Y/N. Watch me fuck you in the mirror. Want you to see the face you make when you come on my fat cock, baby girl,” Dean orders you, dominance and amusement lacing his baritone voice, and you try your best to keep your eyelids from squeezing shut as he hits you harder and harder, watching the two of you in the mirror. “Shit, baby, never felt so wet before… Seems like you really like that, hm? Watching yourself get fucked by a serial killer.”

You can’t help but agree, feeling your juices gush out of you and coat his throbbing cock like they never have before. You’d feel ashamed if you didn’t enjoy it so goddamn much, and Dean clearly didn’t seem to mind it either, feeling his dick twitch inside of you in sheer delight.

“Fuck, so close, Dean…”

“Yeah? Cum on my cock, baby,” he pants, his breathing growing more labored as well as beads of sweat collect under the mask. “Wanna hear you scream my name as I fill you up with my seed…”

“Dean, fuck, please… Shit!” Your walls grip him tight as he picks up a relentless pace before the coil in your belly snaps, the first few stars coming into your view behind your eyelids as you come hard around him.

Dean’s palms steady your trembling body, pushing deep into you with one last thrust as he chases his own release, filling your cunt with sticky warmth. His groan echoes through the quiet bathroom in harmony with your moans as the two of you come down from your highs.

Pulling out of you, Dean removes the mask and heaves an exhaustive sigh, a blissful smile decorating his ample lips as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his henley. His head cocks to the side, watching the milky mix of cum and your juices trickle out of your pussy and down your thighs as you catch your breath on the bathroom counter.

He chuckles mischievously. “Screampie.”

“Dean!” You frown scoldingly and sigh once more. Some things will never change, you suppose.

Yes, I'm super proud of that joke, duh 🤣

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[xpao-bearx]

Alrighty, my fellow Astarion fangbangers!! I've got a 🔥SPAHCY🔥 oneshot idea~

This is an idea that's been a parasite in my teeny brain for a while now and at first, I didn't wanna share it cuz I wanted it to be a surprise for when I actually write and post it. But to those who follow me, y'all know I just LOVE to ramble so I couldn't keep it a secret anymore 😂

And sooo here it is: A smutty oneshot of Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader x Ascended Astarion!

Now you might be thinking... How the HELLS would a threesome with Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion ever work??? O_o

Well, lemme ramble some more! 😆

AHEM

Throughout your adventure, Astarion ascended and made his lover (you, dear reader ❤️) into his dark consort. After saving Baldur's Gate, you go to live with Astarion in his palace and start anew with your life of immortality.

At first, everything was going well. Astarion relished in the power he's craved so much and you stood by his side as his most prized treasure. And yet... There was a suffocating emptiness in your heart.

You were happy. Or...you should be. You were going to spend a wonderful eternity with your lover and you only gave Astarion what he's always wanted...right?

But as time passes, Astarion changes more and more. You still loved him, you will never stop loving him, but you couldn't deny that his dominance and possessive nature over you...unsettled you a bit.

Anyhoe, long story short, while you are just wandering around the palace one night and rethinking all your life choices that led you to this very moment, some ✨️magic✨️ happens and Astarion appeared.

Only...this was Astarion from the past. Before he ascended.

This story is still a work in progress so forgive me that this is all a mess, but basically this other Astarion is spawn Astarion! Spawn Astarion comes from another dimension where he never ascended. In that dimension, Baldur's Gate has also been saved but at the cost of spawn Astarion's lover's life--your life.

Astarion couldn't handle the tragic loss of his one true love so he became obsessed in finding something--anything--to be with you again, even at the cost of his soul. I'm still working out the details, but Astarion ended up finding something which made him transport to where you are now!

You are obviously baffled by spawn Astarion and can't quite believe it, but he's just so fucking happy to see you--to be with you--again. And maybe...just maybe...

You wanted to be with him, too.

But of course... There's ascended Astarion.

Beautiful, foolish treasure... Did you really think you could ever forsake your master?

Expect quiiite a bit of angst with this oneshot but, OF COURSE, some real nasty smut too! 😉 I plan to hopefully write and post this story after I finish the game and have experienced both spawn and ascended routes!

Also, I REALLY hope this doesn't cause any discourse! I, personally, prefer spawn Astarion but I also ADORE ascended Astarion (✨️nothing✨️ will stop me from simping for this vamp dork)! I know everyone has their own thoughts and opinions for both and which one is "better", but for me I just live and let live! Let everyone be happy with their own preferences, please 🥰

And I hope no one steals this idea of mine! Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I haven't seen anyone else have an Astarion fic like this so I would assume I would be the first to have this specific idea. If you were inspired by the premise and wanna write something similar, PLEASE credit me for the inspo but also tell me if you post it cuz I would absolutely read the SHIT out of it!! \(^o^)/ But yeah, just please don't copy the WHOLE thing cuz, like I said, I do plan on eventually writing this fic myself!

And hey, if ya wanna be tagged for when I post this fic, please don't hesitate to tell me! 💕

[hippolotamus]

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IDK how I feel about all this but more from you're where I wanna go under the cut. All prev snippets here.

Buck returns the following day, like he said he would, continuing to do so for weeks. He learns Lucy’s schedule, what days she’s tending the cart, and makes it a point to see her.  He always arrives with the same question. She continues to leave him with the same answer. It becomes a bit of a running joke. He asks her to marry him and she tells him ‘no’. Sometimes, to add variety, she’ll say something like ‘if you can tell me my cat’s name, I’ll consider it’. It’s through these comments he begins to learn more about her. The first thing being that she doesn’t actually own a cat.  She tells him that her favorite color is aquamarine blue because it reminds her of the ocean, how she would like to travel more in the future; that she likes peas, corn and carrots, but not when they touch or mix together. Lucy proudly shares that she can drink most men under the table, and is exceptionally skilled at cards.  Buck also learns the history of Donato’s Flowers. It was started by Lucy’s grandparents, James and Emma, as a stall in Reading Terminal Market. Lucy’s mother had died in childbirth, and her father was either working or gambling, leaving Lucy with her grandparents most of the time.

She eventually tells Buck about going with them to the market as soon as she could walk, and helping when was strong enough to do so. How she would be rewarded by being allowed to pick out candy from the enormous bins several rows over from their stall.  “My sister used to take me there when we were kids,” he admits wistfully one October day. He hadn’t meant to say anything about Maddie, too afraid of tearing open the hole in his chest that never quite heals completely. But he did let it slip, so he doesn’t see any point in trying to hide it now. “We would get pastries and hot cider, or lemonade. Then we would walk around and she would make up stories about the different people we saw.” “Stories?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at him, a curious lilt to her voice. “Like what?” Buck takes a moment, letting his eyes flutter closed and breathing in the scent of chrysanthemums, roses, and fallen leaves. He pictures a maze of wooden booths that offer almost anything a person could want — meats, cheeses, bolts of fabric, cakes, pies, toys, and so much more than he can remember.  “There were always so many people bustling around. So much activity,” he recalls, his eyes still closed. “Haggling with vendors or trying to keep children in line. Then there were the out-of-towners. Easy to spot because of the way they would wind through the whole place, looking at anything and everything. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Buck huffs quietly, surprised by how easily the details come back. “Anyway, she would tell me to pick someone and then say they were a duchess who ran away from home. An undercover spy out for lunch. A pirate gathering supplies before going back out to sea. Absolutely ridiculous tales that would make us laugh until our sides hurt.” He opens his eyes to a world that’s very empty of Maddie and all the joy she brought him, and feels his heart break anew. Lucy watches him, equal parts fond and concerned.  “At any rate, that was more than you wanted to know,” he babbles. “Your cart is clearly no longer at the market. Tell me more about how it became this?”

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 5 (cont'd)

@augusnippets Day 8 - Protective Caretaker, with an undertone of Found Family

Word count: 518

Masterpost

Content: Post-torture injury, implied lab whump, caretaker doing their best for whumpee's sake, when the caretaker is takered care of

Honestly I just wanted to follow the last snippet up bc I like writing Zop lmao

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Seeing as Janessa's 'forgotten' to free Zop from the operating table, they do their best to make themself comfortable — not an easy task in her presence, even without restraints. "And just how d'ye plan on fixin' him up, eh?"

She looks at them like they're an idiot. So, the same as she always does. "I'll commission a healer, and he'll be good as new."

"D'ye really think that's it?! He's bein' tortured, for fuck's sake! Get ye the best healer in the world, it's not gonna fix his mental scars!"

"Of course not. That's your job." She boops them on the snout, hurriedly drawing her hand back when they snap their jaws with the full intention to bite her finger off. ...Probably why she's left them tied down. "I expect that he'll be perfectly capable of going back to normal within... a week, let's say. I'm sure you can manage that. You want him obedient as much as I do."

"Oh, fuck off. We both know yer not gonna ruin yer little deal over somethin' out of his hands. Yer damn lucky he'll let this slide." They flex their leg, instantly regretting it when agony washes over them anew.

"Fine. Then I'll take it out on him instead. I'm sure he'll have plenty of fun new buttons to push. Is that better for you, Zop?"

They snarl, refusing to admit defeat outright. "Fuck you. Never said I wasn't gonna try. I'm used to fixin' yer mess, anyway."

"This is not my mess."

"Don't ye start, it's yer fuckin' fault he—"

With narrowed eyes, Janessa dismisses them, responding from outside the gem as Zop collapses into Maya.

"Clearly, he didn't adequately salvage your mental capabilities. We'll have a discussion about that when he returns."

"Meh meh meh, I'm a little bitch, I am." Zop sneers weakly, more concerned with the blood pouring down their leg. "Ye think we can clean this up? Don't want him fussin' over me when he gets back."

"...Let us worry about that after we stop the bleeding, yes?"

"Aye, right. Help me there, will ye?"

With Maya's help, Zop staggers to the crack in the floor, which they've made considerably wider this past week. Solstice places a hoof on the crack and faer horn on Zop, and slowly but surely, their leg closes up.

They carefully flex it and suck in a pained breath. Still hurts like a bitch, but at least the blood's staying inside.

"Good enough. Now I can—"

"Sit down, is what I assume you are going to say, correct?"

Zop squints at Maya, who stares back up at them, and eventually sighs in defeat. "'Course. Don't wanna open it back up, anyway."

Satisfied, she helps them lie down comfortably on the jouch while Solstice addresses the other janimals about 'jleaning jhe jlood.' They prop their leg up on the jouch's arm with a groan.

"Dunno how he manages to deal with her all the time."

"She does not stab him, for one."

Maya plops her furry head on Zop's chest, and they stroke her soft, denim fur.

"Aye. Lucky me."

[ashellofwhatusedtobegood]

I'll Lead You.

Character involved: Luffy

Note: Female reader, second person POV and later becomes third person POV

Warning: None

You switched and danced with many men, after all this was how this dance circle worked. Dance and switch and repeat. People danced in sync, moving around in a circle as they do. But the middle mostly remained empty. The middle of the dance floor was usually reserved for when a couple planned to dance to a song with their partner until it finished, finally changing partner once the song change anew.

You changed partners again, smiling and nodding at your previous partner as you moved to grab another pair of hands. But this one, you instantly realized, was shorter and too inexperienced in dancing. His foot stepped on yours, his hold was wrong and his other hand clumsily on your hip. You looked at him and noticed he wasn't even in proper attire. There stood a boy no less than 20 wearing a straw hat and donning the biggest grin ever.

"I dunno what's going on but everyone's happy and dancing so I wanna join!" He said as he stepped on your foot again, barely keeping his balance right. You sighed, but a smile was on your lips. Your hand that was originally on his upper arm moved to guide his hand to place it on your upper arm, while you placed yours on his shoulder blade. "It's your first time dancing like this, right?"

He nodded with a huge grin, watching you adjusting his grasp on your hand. "I'll lead and you follow. What do you say about making this the best dance everyone's ever seen?" You said as you looked into his eyes. It's been too long since you've lead someone inexperienced, but that's your best forte anyway. He shrugged, "Sure!"

The moment you moved from merely swaying, he was starting to step on your foot less and soon stopped. The nervous gripping of his hand relaxed and the hand resting on your upper arm wasn't tensed anymore. From there you began with simple footwork. It was a little hard to do with how far he was being, but your plan was to bring him in little by little by easing him into the dance.

Maybe because he was shorter than and occasionally looking at where your feet goes, but this boy was easier to lead than the men you've had the pleasure of leading. You smiled larger, relishing on the joy of leading and the fluidity of how this boy managed to follow your every step.

Luffy wasn't one to dance, he knew he's bad at it. But when he saw the amount of people moving in sync and dancing so beautifully, he wanted to join in. But the people didn't look at him, only looking at their partners and never elsewhere. Until this lady roped him in.

He wasn't even sure if the lady realized, but he wasn't one to complain. When she took his hand in his and laid a gentle hand on his arm, he copied what other people did. The lady looked at him surprised, but he grinned at her. He was happy that he got the chance to even dance at all.

The lady said something about leading and him following, but he didn't understand. Maybe he was too happy, because he barely registered the change in his hold and the hand that wasn't on her hip anymore. He simply followed, letting her move him however she wanted.

"They're changing partners, what do you want to do, boy?" The lady asked and he brought his gaze up to her. He quickly shook his head, feeling a little sad. "I still wanna dance with you!" He protested as a pout made its way onto his lips. The lady nodded with an understanding smile. He was happy again, and this time he noticed the change in movements. She was taking long and quick steps, swaying and avoiding dancing couples with ease and grace until they emerged to an opening.

Light shone brightly at them the second they stepped into the opening and if it wasn't for the assuring squeeze of the lady's hand, Luffy would've went on a flight or fight mode. "We're at the center, and when it's the center, you have to show off." The lady spoke. "Will you follow me?"

Luffy eagerly nodded and immediately after, the lady dipped down with a hand securely at his back. Adrenaline ran through his veins the second it happened as he laughed heartily, the lady bringing him back up and dancing once more with a smile of her own. Her steps were large and unrestrained, different from when they were in the crowd and somehow it felt easier for him to follow her moves now that he didn't have to worry about hitting other dancers.

The audience on the second floor watched them with a special kind of attraction. It was clear to them that the boy has little experience in dancing, but by how the lady swerved him this way and that and even dipped her partner and doing routines, they simply had to overlook it. This couple was a strange mix of expertise and naivety but it blended well with each other. The second they were on the dance floor they already had cameras up for pictures. After all, no couples were daring enough to dance in the spotlight with someone they don't know that well.

The song came to an end and so did Luffy and the lady. She released him gently from her hold and took a few steps back to bow. Luffy followed suit, influenced in a way that if she were to do something, he might just do the same thing too. So when she went back to the crowd, he did too. Except instead of finding another partner, he went back to his waiting crew, giddily laughing on the way.

[remedyxtragedy]

Hello!!! Pleasure to meet ya!!

I only really wanna go by RemedyxTragedy but you can also just call me Rem or Remedy, whichever you prefer. I've been posting on tumblr for a good few months now on my other two accounts, however I've yet to emulate the online identity I've always wanted on platforms like this and so I decided, why not start anew and see where I get?

What I really strive to accomplish here is sharing my work with the masses, in a way that's 100% better and more organized than my previous attempts. Before I continue on about my stories, however, some basic and completely relevant facts about me are--

I prefer a much darker and grim style of writing so fluff, heartbalm, and mushy light-hearted stuff isn't really my cup of tea, although I do like wholesome from time to time just as a refresher from the more serious themes and subjects I often entrench myself in, to an unhealthy extent, so if I'm in the mood for it I might post such a story or two

I'm still very much in high school, but writing has been my passion for many years now. I enjoy playwriting and the regular creative style of writing, but as I've stated before my work will most likely only ever consist of Horror, mystery, or Thriller--it's what I'm best at.

Yes, I make art. I'm a rookie, by all means, but it's a very precious hobby of mine and so I make the most of it. My main blog is where I post art showcasing my main art style which is pretty vibrant and colorful so if you're interested you can check that out, but on this blog I'll only be posting art using the particular art style I adopted for Idiosyncratic, my other big story (name to be decided), and any other story I come up with along the journey. You'll see what I mean

I have a kitty cat, Tsukiko, and she's my pride and joy. Probably the most unnecessary detail I've shared about myself but in my eyes this is absolutely vital information the world should know about

I'm a Christian through and through, though I'm quite interested in a variety of religious and philosophical concepts which I incorporate in my writing, including of course heaven and hell, morality based on what is religiously acceptable compared to moral relativism, solipsism, theodicy, eternal recurrence, and many, many more.

I've been working on Idiosyncratic since seventh grade, technically six, so what I have now is the result of more than three years worth of heavy revision, redrafting, and complete reworking of my original idea. And let me tell you, what I had before is like the ugly grandfather of my current version of Idiosyncratic and if you were to place the two together side by side, you'd have no idea that they're related. The juxtaposition would be jaw-dropping, but ultimately all of this is to say that Idiosyncratic is very important to me and I pray that the final product, whatever it becomes, gets me somewhere in this world

Now, derailing from the mini tangent and while we're on the topic of Idiosyncratic, I'll give you all a pretty detailed summary of my idea and I'll make another separate post about my other big story that I recently started working on since this introduction post is already long enough. So, without further ado--

Idiosyncratic follows the twisted tragedy of Calixte Stanhope, a rather callous and apathetic but…ordinary enough young man who awoke in a truly bizarre dystopian world after being pushed in front of an ongoing train while escorting his significant other home, a faceless and nameless woman he remembers only by her mere existence in this vivid memory. Throughout his journey he's haunted and tormented by an ever-worsening deep longing for her that seems to spur his unnatural incentive to do whatever he must to survive.

Rather than being welcomed by the pearly gates of heaven or the fiery pits of hell, Calixte found himself standing in the midst of the deceptively benevolent town of Baltimore, where everything from the largest bank to the tiniest coin is made entirely of cardboard and plastic, like the set for a play—mimicking the real thing while not actually being it. One can say, a rip off of everything in our world, and yet it functions all the same, strangely enough.

The citizens of the town too; although they're quick to greet you with a warm smile and talk with such an enticing charm that is sure to ensnare anybody desperate for answers to their odd predicament, they are not even close to being as ordinary as first impressions suggest--first impressions of which Calixte, for whatever reason, could see straight through. And soon enough, those illusions of a Utopian society vanish into cinder as the true reality of the young man's situation is unveiled to be more abstract and dreadful than he even considered feasible. A reality that threatens to permanently twist and pervert the very perceptions of right and wrong our civilizations were forged upon.

What'll ultimately become abundantly clear to Calixte is that this world to glorifies the degeneracy we spurn, endorses the activity we condemn, and corrupts the principles we have used to scaffold our lands from the ground up--essentially, a complete burlesque or anti-thesis of what we stand for that is fueled by entropy. Violence and madness is praised and empowered, old concepts of morality are muddled and deemed obsolete, and humanity's animalistic drive to persevere at all costs is just a catalyst for a higher man's twisted wonderland. The citizens of this delightful world are diehard fanatics for this way of living, lusting for violence so much to the point where its broadcasted on television, discussed fanatically in literature, and displayed publicly as theatrical performances. The more irredeemable and atrocious something is, the more the residents of Baltimore revere it like sacred scripture, and the man who proudly encourages and orchestrates this madness, the aforementioned 'higher man', is none other than the eccentric mayor, “Whitman Sedgwick"--which is his pen name, as he usually regulates his hegemony and maintains a formidable presence through various propaganda, manifestos, and biographies that can be found all around town--the most famous of which being his disturbing pro-anarchy book, 'All Good Things'.

The very unlucky menagerie of people who wound up in Baltimore under bizarre circumstances similar to Calixte’s, properly labeled as “actors��, have to routinely partake in abhorrent acts for the public’s entertainment otherwise more than just their dignity, humanity, and pride will be torn from them. And eventually, once you're fully proven yourself to be of no use to Whitman's design, you are properly "dealt with"...

It’s a horrifying ordeal to most, but a paradise to some of humanity’s greatest degenerates, and that minority is powerful, hungry, and determined to survive by any means necessary--no matter how low they must stoop, or how much of their pith they must forsake in order to prevail. Thus leading Calixte, a not-so-righteous man with an ambition, to meet some other morally questionable people he never would’ve otherwise, creating a fragile alliance that will either make or break this band of reprehensible lowlives, all depraved in their own ways but alike in their desire for freedom and above all, answers.

As he begrudgingly adjusts his mind to this new world, he quickly realizes his dangerous willingness to do anything and everything he must in order to discover and accomplish his true purpose, and of course, to reunite with the one woman so dear to him. As his journey of metaphorical self destruction embarks, Calixte molds himself a vessel most apt to not only survive in Baltimore but to succeed beyond expectations, seemingly becoming a version of himself that'll soon be unrecognizable from its original form. In spite of his sturdy mind, as he comes to realize, there was absolutely nothing he could've done to brace himself for the scary revelation that the utter absurdity of this world may extend far, far beyond just the glamorization and capitalization of moral debasement. It seems, there's a larger horror waiting to be unearthed just beyond what his lenses can capture. It seems, there's more than one person pulling at the strings--its just a question of, who exactly is at the end of the cross brace?

OOOOoooh so ominous

Also, PLEASE, give me feedback.

[its-tortle]

Hello dear ♥️

For the drabble ask I would love Stucky and Number 39 ♥️

Thank you ♥️

hi andrea!! this song is actually my shrunkyclunks anthem, so it's so wonderful that you requested this one. i think it's a bit tough to capture in a ficlet and i'm not quite happy with this one, but i hope you enjoy it nonethless! <3

Thought I wanted to forget my past

Tried to leave the pieces of a broken man

What it cost I ain't ever getting back

So I'm breaking the lines 'cause I wanna remember

Man I was feeling like I never was young

Followed a dream and a strange desire

You picked me up in the dead of the night

And gave me a chance to move on inside of your mystery

-

The 21st century is a lot.

It feels bright and loud, and full of images and references and products Steve doesn’t quite understand. Even if he gets the hang of how things work rather quickly -- he does actually know how to send a text, thank you Tony -- it all still feels so alien that Steve can’t quite get comfortable with it. It feels like everything in this century moves so fast -- the cars, the billboards, the technology, the people wearing headphones that zip past Steve on the sidewalk because everyone always seems to have a place to be.

Steve doesn’t, not really. Between SHIELD briefs and studying bursts to try and catch up on the history of the last 70 years, Steve has time. 

He takes a lot of long walks. His feet take him up and down Manhattan and then over the bridge through the Brooklyn streets, searching for anything familiar. He doesn’t find much beyond the odd building or rare establishment. Even what’s still there feels different.

He recalls what the Red Skull had said to him, on that last fight on the airplane. ‘A man out of time’ he had called Steve, and the strange villain-speech nickname sticks to Steve now like some middle school bully taped it to his back.

Steve feels like an alien, overwhelmed with the world and overwhelmed mostly, he thinks, with loneliness.

He thinks he wants to just forget his past, as much as he can, leave the pieces of a broken man behind and start anew in the 21st century. Sure, he’s Captain America -- a science experiment gone right, an iconic war hero who saved New York not once but twice now -- but the cost of that is something he’s never getting back. Maybe he should try just being Steve

It’s all playing on Steve’s mind again as he walks through the streets now, observing that ‘the city that never sleeps’ has reigned true in this century, too. It’s just after 3 AM, and Steve is only out because he couldn’t sleep, but he finds company in the giggly girls in sparkly dresses that emerge from nightclubs and the deli employees sharing jokes over a cigarette at the street corner. Taxis are still honking at each other, and Manhattan is still alive with colorful lights and loud voices and the mingling smells of exhaust fumes and 24/7 Kebap stands. 

As he approaches Grand Street, Steve looks up to watch two figures chase each other around the steps of the subway station, laughing and shouting in a language Steve can’t understand. One of them leaps down the stairs and the other follows until they’re no longer visible and their voices dissipate in an echo underground. They looked like students, Steve thinks mildly, like they were barely twenty, and Steve doesn't think he’s ever felt that young in his life.

He certainly doesn’t now.

The street before him is emptier than it was an hour ago, and Steve thinks he should probably head back to his apartment to at least try and get some rest. The sidewalk before him is vacant when he makes a left turn, and he watches the remnants of the evening rain glisten on the pavement.

Then, out of nowhere, he bumps heavily into another person.

Immediately, he starts to apologize, holding his arms out to steady the stranger.

“I’m so sorry,” he tells the discernable waves of dark brown hair. “Are you okay?”

When the stranger looks up, the hair falls aside to reveal steel blue eyes and the prettiest face Steve thinks he has ever seen in his entire life. He has sharp, rosy cheekbones and a wide jaw that’s half hidden by the bright red scarf he’s wearing. The color makes his lips look all the pinker, like strawberry stains on linen. The man before him looks like a dream. 

Where did he come from?

“I am now,” the stranger says with a little quirk of his strawberry lips.

Steve huffs a surprised little laugh at the line and wishes to God he was anything other than a blubbering idiot around attractive people. “Good. I mean, I- I’m glad.”

The stranger seems to find Steve’s flusteredness amusing. He regards Steve with a little smile, and something about the look in his eyes that Steve is unable to look away. Or maybe, Steve thinks, it’s the eyes themselves that are so captivating, but something about the man before him robs Steve of any rational sense of explanation.

He’s a complete and utter mystery, and Steve wants to uncover it.

“Can I walk you home?” he hears himself ask before he was even aware he opened his mouth.

The stranger’s smile widens, and his eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that Steve wants to trace with his fingertips. “I don’t even know your name,” he remarks. “How do I know you’re not a serial killer?”

“That is a very valid point.” 

Feeling incredibly dorky as he does it, Steve holds out his hand. “I’m Steve. Rogers. And I’m not a serial killer.”

The man acknowledges Steve’s name with a subtle widening of his eyes, and his eyebrows quirk for a moment, but his reaction is minimal. Steve is so grateful he kind of wants to kiss him -- although maybe he also wants to do that for other reasons.

“Well, then,” the stranger says, holding out his arm, “my name is Bucky Barnes, and we are going on a little walk to Williamsburg.”

Steve takes his arm and can’t help the grin he feels on his face. Bucky, he thinks. He wants to write the name up on his wall.

“Why Bucky?” he asks as they begin to make their way down the street.

Bucky smiles conspiratorially. “That, Steve Rogers, is a story you have to earn.”

Steve laughs, and the thought crosses his mind that he would work years to win it. Maybe, he can find a way to move on inside of the mystery that is Bucky Barnes.

[luetta]

kinda wanna block every single person who i follow or follows me and start anew. i hate what my tumblr feed is now. its all fucking horny transposting and shitty online memes. it makes me feel so fucking stupid and vapid that is what i've curated my tumblr into being ... it just feels lame. if i was another person and i looked at luetta's blog, i wouldn't follow it. there's no analysis on media i like, any media that does appear is through a transgender lens. no aesthetics, just lewdness. and of course thinking about all of this, instead of just not giving a fuck about how my own personal blog is perceived, makes me feel like an idiot also. who gives a fuck? someone who still craves validation from others like a friendless little child, that's who. this website gives me dysphoria. and that's fucking cringe. i'm so lame. i'm a cookie cutter trans girl. blahaj and :3 and xdf htskligyterwuik girwa htuirog8yreabiraejk WHO FUCKING CARES WHAT SUBCULTURE YOU FIT INREGYT0IUTREHY 9E8TYU OJHTERYSU8YTERWMS8N 76E50W9TRW0 97Bwhat am i fucking even saying. i'm literally substanceless. i have no depth whatsoever. i've read no books. i've watched no movies. i've travelled to no places. i've experienced so little. i've literally done 1 single fucking thing in my life and that's figure out 6 years too late that i'm trans. woopdie doo. i did the bare minimum of introspection that comes with being a human. this is real life, i have to do more than that. i can't just sit in my room doing fucking NOTHING forever. i just need to suck it up and get a proper job and interact with people instead of just being content with doing nothing and fading away and then one day turning 40 and realising i've done nothing at all with my prime years. why is my brain so 9uhfeargu8io sdefrgu hypigfsd8dgsfht sgdftj puist ghreiouoy erthgt43qghrlyuv4qetwyulo4v53q2khglyiv354oiuy why do i just fucking keep on thinking about things it never fucking stops. there's never a single moment of respite from thinking about shit. i fucking hate my country, i just want weed to be legalised so i can do edibles every night and not have to fucking think constantly. but nooo i have to live in a fucking .... okay just going to stop typing because it's fucking cringe like every other opinion i have. you know what im going to type about instead? my ex-friend tom. you're a fucking piece of shit. why did you do this shit man? i don't fucking get it. literally what did i do for you to decide "i don't want to ever utter a SINGLE FUCKING WORD to you ever again". like what? we literally were connecting at such a deep friendship level. you pretty much came out to me when i came out to you. we hugged so tightly when we watched the succession finale together. and then you just fucking went AWOL. and yeah i get that you got addicted to benzos and went to rehab. but like ....... why does that mean you don't want to be my friend anymore? idk. i probs did something wrong because i'm a fuckup with fluctuating feelings and did something when i was in a 'fuck this guy' mood. urgh. idk. all my friends right now are cool but i still haven't found someone who shared so many similar interests as me. you're just a cunt to do this shit and make me have to get over you without any closure. i fucking hate myself. i just want to be someone else. throw all my belongings into a big fire and burn it up. go on a manic spree and fuck up my life. life just sorta sucks doesnt it? the fact that you have to work a fuckton and give away your body and time just so you can do things you want to do. i have dreams that ill never achieve probably. because i can't fucking do work. also my fucking boss is fucking dodging me about taking on more shifts than 1 every 3 weeks so i guess theyve fucking fired me. time to not be able to be on government support anymore !! because i need to work in order to keep it apparently !! good system. the purpose of a system is what it does. it wants you to suffer and die for not being a normal tall white man who works 10 hours a day in the auto shop. i hate everything i see. i'm unhappy.

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Title: Friend? Or Foe?

Part 3 of my “The Lion's Den” series! Part 1 and 2 here!

Parings: None

Summary:

Days passed, and Leona continued this weird behavior. One day Leona was in Mirai’s space, and one day he wasn’t. One day they were bickering, fighting like they hated each other, and the next Mirai was crushing hard as Leona helped him study for his Potionology test. It was weird. And he did visit often, even sometimes when Grim and Mirai weren’t there. And he could always tell he had been there. Mirai could tell from the way the cushions were rumpled, or by the way the throw was placed. Things were always a little out of place but never missing, and never messy.

cw: Arguments, light angst, bloody noses mentioned , fist fights (aftermath described), biting (references to my previous work in this series), smoking

a/n: Please Read: I don't wanna say this was graphic, but it all depends on your comfort levels as readers, so the warning is there. They do fight, but I wanna put it out there that Mirai is okay, he can hold his own.

a/n: This is not a "Bullies to lovers". Just putting that out there. I wanna show Mirai's and Leona's process of trust and eventual love.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!  (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Life went back to normal after Mirai’s stay at the Savanaclaw Dorm. Ramshackle was still standing, Grim was Grim, and on Monday, classes started anew. And of course he got dozens and dozens of confused, and also concerned looks from student and staff alike, but what could he do, he looked terrible. And of course Ace, Deuce wanted to know who’d lay a hand on their best friend, and of course Professor Crewel wanted to light the whole campus on fire in overprotective rage, but Mirai didn’t care, he had more important things to worry about. Like his relationship with the man who gave him the black eye, Leona Kingscholar. Mirai was still crushing on Mr.Tall, dark, and handsome, but he couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Like, he was pretty certain the lion hated him, but if that was the case, why was he being so-

“Oi herbivore,” Leona called, “let’s ditch.”

Nice? 

Mirai didn’t know how or why he ended up following Leona to the Botanical Gardens, when they should have been in the lecture hall, but here he was, sitting in the grass as Leona got comfortable under a tree. Mirai watched him for a bit, wondering what his aim was, because if there was anything Mirai learned since being dropped here was that not one of the boys, except Kalim maybe, did anything without some type of ulterior motive. Nothing really was out of the kindness of their hearts. Take Azul for example, not one of his good deeds, his contracts, were out of the kindness of his heart, each and everyone of them for his own gain. Or Ruggie, he never does anyone a favor unless he gets something two times more in value in return, namely money. Even Leona was infamous for doing it, even if what he wanted in return was peace and quiet.

“Trouble tuning the lights on up there?”

Mirai jumped from his musing, eyes locking onto Leona who had presumably been staring at him the entire time. Mirai pouted petulantly, with a roll of his eyes and busied himself with doing some homework that was due next period. Leona chuckled at his pouting, a smug look crawling it way onto his roguish face as he relaxed into the plush grass once more.

Some time had passed and Mirai was still stuck on one of his history homework questions. It was on the Fundamentals of Magic, and their Founding Fathers. The question was simple enough, but when you knew nothing of the world you were spat into, the simplest of things became a challenge. 

“Since you’re not gonna let me nap in peace,” Leona gruffed, “tell me what’s got your tail twisted in a knot.”

“I-I, uh, sorry,” Mirai muttered, taking a hand from his hair, a habit of his when he was frustrated. And now that he thought about it, he must have been sighing as well. 

Leona snapped his fingers to get the Prefect's attention, “Show me.”

Mirai reluctantly made his way to Leona’s spot in the grass before sitting beside his head. Leona took the worksheet from Mirai with his free hand and read it over. 

“This stuff is elementary,” Leona scoffed, “I knew you were kinda airheaded, but not this bad.”

“And who knew the Great Leona Kingscholar could be a dunce,” Mirai quipped back.

“What was that?” Leona sneered.

“How ‘bout turning those lights for a second and think about what you just said,” Mirai smirked, throwing Leona’s words back at him.

Leona actually seemed to stop and think it over, and it seemed he caught on for he sighed with a grumble. “Give it here.”

“Gladly,” Mirai smiled.

Leona ended up spending the rest of the period helping Mirai, he even went as far as to teach him an old elementary school rhyme on how to remember the important names and information. And this is exactly what Mirai was talking about. Leona Kingscholor, the third year notorious for not doing anything unless he got something in return. The man notorious for hating tedious and irksome tasks, the Beastman notorious for not sticking his neck out for anyone unless it pertained to him, was helping Mirai Yuhara, Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, the seventeen year old without a mark to his name, or an asset, with his History homework. 

“You got it? Or do ya need me to run over it one more time?” Leona asked.

“U-Uh, I, uh, one, one more time,” Mirai stammered, “And uh, could you help me note the, uh, the important parts?”

Leona snapped his fingers for the notebook and a pencil, and Mirai scurried to pass them over. Leona sat up a bit as he went over it all once more, writing as he spoke. Mirai tried to take all the information in, he really did, but then again, maybe he was taking in a bit too much information. Like the way Leona’s ears twitched when he spoke, or the rasp in his voice, or the way the light from the Botanical Gardens glinted off chocolate waves, and beautiful earthy skin. Or maybe it was the way Leona’s tail swished lazily in the plush grass, or maybe it was the greens of his eyes that looked like deep pools emerald, eyes that held the warmth of a summer’s day, eyes that were now currently boring holes into Mirai’s soul-wait! What?!

Mirai jumped, mind reeling as he realized what he had been doing for the past-whatever minutes, instead of paying attention to what Leona was teaching. 

“Mind telling me what’s so interesting about me instead of what I took the time out of my nap to teach you?” Leona gruffed.

“W-Wait, I was paying attention, I swear! I-I-I, ugh,” Mirai groaned, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair, “It’s as you said before, I’m an airhead. Always have been, I honestly think it’s something deeper, but never got tested ya’know? My mother used to tell me that I had trouble listening and following directions as a toddler, and I think the accident made it worse, scrambled the brain and whatnot, an-” 

Mirai realized he was rambling, and oversharing, again, and promptly shut his mouth, annoyance overpowering his embarrassment. “Forget all of that. It’s as you said, I’m an airhead. So if you please, one more time?”

Leana didn’t say anything as he stared over again, and Mirai was grateful. He really didn’t want to explain himself, but he couldn’t help but wonder why Leona didn’t say anything. Was he just as embarrassed as Mirai was, annoyed, or did he just not know what to say? Mirai willed the thought away. He’d ponder later, but right now, he wanted to actually pay attention, he didn’t want to waste anymore of Leona’s time than he already did.

As the week passed, Mirai couldn’t get their impromptu study session out of his mind. He just couldn't figure out why he’d help him out like that. Not only did he interrupt his nap, which was the biggest crime to commit against Leona Kingscholar, he also wasted his time by zoning out, and despite all of that, Leona still helped him with his homework. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. 

Making his way through the Ramshackle’s front door, Mirai realized it was unlocked. That Grim, never remembering to lock the front door after he leaves. With a huff of annoyance, Mirai made his way in, shucking his shoes off at the door, he’d have to scold Grim when he got back. 

“Honey, I’m home,” Mirai hollered to no one in particular, as he made his way into the lounge. It was a little something he did that got a little giggle from himself every time. 

“Welcome back. Dinner’s on the stove.”

Mirai screeched at the raspy voice, his phone fumbling in his hands as he tried to catch it before it shattered on the floor. After Mirai got his bearings did he realize that lying on the couch under the stairs where the sun's afternoon rays were the strongest, was Leona Kingscholar. His molten chocolate tresses cascaded over the couch cushions, and his yellow Savanaclaw vest was balled up underneath his cheek. His sandals were nowhere to be found, probably left by the door, courteous, and on the far right armrest lay his gloves and belt.

“Le-Leona?!” Mirai stuttered.

“That’s ma name, don’t wear it out,” Leona muttered. 

“Wha-What are you doing here? And how did you get in? You didn’t break the lock, did you?! Because if you did, I swear-”

“You swear what? Whaddya gonna do, Herbivore?”

Mirai went silent and pouted petulantly and Leona smirked like the smug cat he was.

“C’mon, Herbivore. I’m not that messy. That furball let me in when he was on his way out,” Leona supplied, stretching out across the couch.

Mirai thought about poor Grim. He probably was shaking in his fur when Leona approached him. Mirai sighed, “So what are you doing here?”

“Taking a nap,” Leona yawned, getting comfortable once more, “The guys won’t think to find me here.”

Mirai sighed again, knowing he wasn’t gonna win against Leona, not even in his own home. So he just ignored him as he left the lounge to make his way upstairs to get comfortable for the rest of the day. After Mirai changed into some comfortable clothes, made himself a snack, and made his way to the other couch in front of the tall floor to ceiling window. Drawing one side of the curtains to lessen the glare on his laptop, Mirai made sure not to deprive Leona of his sun, as he got comfortable before starting his homework. 

The two of them sat in silence, but it was a comfortable one. Leona dozed quietly, the occasional snore, or sigh escaping his lips. And if he shuffled a bit to change positions, the old springs and frame of the couch creaked and squeaked in protest. On Mirai’s side of the room, the click-clack of Mirai typing on his laptop filled the silence, and if you tried hard enough, or had a heightened sense of hearing like Leona, you could pick up the quiet melody from the music Mirai had blaring in his cheap earbuds.

Time passed, but neither of them acknowledged it. The skies went from blue to orange, the sun's rays got warmer as their light changed from their soft yellows to deep golds. Dust motes danced across the room with the light rays as their stage, the dorm creaked and whined with every kiss of the breeze, but even after all of that, time seemed to stop. Nothing mattered, the world didn’t matter, nothing but the quiet moment in the Ramshackle lounge.

Leona awoke from his nap, slowly regaining the workings of his own body, becoming aware again. Like being aware that his right arm was asleep from sleeping on it, the annoying feeling of pins and needles crawling its way along his skin. He was aware of the fact that he somehow was lying with his tail wrapped around his hip, he was aware of his full bladder and empty stomach, and he was aware that he was still there on that crumby couch in the Ramshackle Dorm. 

Distantly Leona wondered about the time, but didn’t care enough to feel around for his phone. If his dorm needed him, he’d deal with it later. Cracking an eye open, Leona eyed the Ramshackle Prefect. Mirai lay lax across the right armrest, his homework forgotten, his earbuds still blasting whatever noise he called music into his ears. 

Leona sighed, sitting up, stretching his arms over his head, letting the kinks in his back pop loudly as he yawned tiredly, his mouth wide, teeth sharp. Checking his phone after fishing it from between the shoddy, torn, threadbare cushions, it was half past seven, and he had several missed calls from Ruggie. Great, he definitely was gonna get an earful from that little scavenger. Leona quietly gathered his things, his feet light and tactical on those worn and neglected wooden floors. Double checking one last time, Leona scanned the room, tired green eyes landing on the prefect once more.

Later that evening, Mirai was awoken by a hungry Grim and as he sat up, the throw he liked to keep on the rocking chair pooled into his lap.

Days passed, and Leona continued this weird behavior. One day Leona was in Mirai’s space, and one day he wasn’t. One day they were bickering, fighting like they hated each other, and the next Mirai was crushing hard as Leona helped him study for his Potionology test. It was weird. It was like night and day, and it seemed like Mirai was the only one affected.

Mirai asked Grim if he noticed, but the little monster hardly noticed anything that didn’t have to do with food or himself. But he did notice the increased visits from Leona, claiming that the sleep Housewarden was “cramping their style.” 

And he did visit often, even sometimes when Grim and Mirai weren’t there. Sometimes Mirai would come back from classes and find him sleeping on the couch, but most of the time he wasn’t. But Mirai could tell he had been there. He could tell from the way the cushions were rumpled, or by the way the throw was placed. Things were always a little out of place but never missing, and never messy.

Ugh. Mirai was mentally berating himself for not making his way to the courtyard. That way he could cover more ground, that way he could get some help, but no, he made the stupid decision to hide in one of the bathrooms, and it just had to be the one on the farthest wing of the school. Just his rotten luck.

Mirai really needed to stop running his mouth. He and Grim were surrounded, it was six against one, well, two if you counted Grim. There were the two guys from Savanaclaw, a guy from Diasomnia, two guys from Octavinelle and a guy from Pomefiore, all of which were ready to beat him to a pulp. 

“You don’t have your little entourage to help you now,” the blonde Pomefiore student sneered.

“Got nowheres ta go,” the Bobcat Beastman growled, closing in.

Mirai’s eyes darted for any openings, anything to help him, anything to get him out of this situation unscathed. But the more he looked, the more he searched, the more he began to panic. Then his eyes landed on Grim. 

“Cat’s land on their feet, yeah,” Mirai muttered, his eye cutting to Grim, who he pushed behind himself.

“Whatcha whisperin’ about over there?!” The Leopard laughed, “Ya better be whisperin’ your prayers that you’ll be breathin’ after we’re done with ya.”

Grim sneered, “I keep telling ya I ain’t no cat.”

“Well let’s just hope you do,” Mirai muttered.

“What are you talkin’ abo-”

With a swiftness, Mirai snatched Grim up by the scruff of his fur, and chucked him across the room. Grim wailed, little stubby arms flailing as he flew, and luckily he landed on all four paws near the door.

“Hey,” the long black haired fae from Diasomnia shouted, ducking lest he get a face full of fur.

“Run Grim! Get outta here,” Mirai shouted.

“B-But-” Grim stuttered.

“Go get some help! Just go!”

The Leopard Beastman growled loudly, turning his attention to Mirai, and one of the Mers turned to Grim. Grim gulped loudly and scurried through the door and down the hall, the Fishman hot on his three pronged tail. Mirai hoped that that little cat got away.

“Leave the familiar be,” the blonde from Pomefiore said, “By the time his little legs can carry him, we’ll be done here.”

Mirai swallowed, his eyes narrowing. 

The white haired Bobcat was first to lunge, Mirai evaded him, but the brown haired Leopard took his left, his literal blindside, and Mirai wasn’t as lucky. Mirai tried to rip his arm from his grasp, but the Bobcat rounded his right again, getting a hold of his right arm. Squirming, Mirai thrashed and kicked, his sneakers sliding as skidding across the slick tiled floors.

“What happened to all that talk, Dear one?” the Octavinelle student sneered, taking his time walking up to the three. “It is you who said you could take us all in a fight, yet you were the first one running.”

Mirai grunted as, yanking his arms, trying to free himself, “Shut up, fish face. Yo-”

Suddenly, the Mer snatched Mirai’s face between his fingers, squeezing hard, “Listen here, you waste of skin, some of us worked too long and too hard to get here, and I’m not gonna sit here and be insulted by someone who’s getting-”

Mirai spit in his face and the first punch was thrown.

Ploink. Ploink. Ploink.

The faucet leaked above Mirai as he lay there on the bathroom floor, watching the sunset through the small windows close to the ceiling. The forgotten bathroom was bathed in a serene golden glow, the warmth of the sun seeping into his skin. Gentle. Overbearing. Overheating. 

Ploink. Ploink. Ploink.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

  The faucet was dripping in time with his pulse, it was annoying. His head was pounding, so was his eye. It hurt to think, it hurt to look anywhere else but up, it hurt to breathe. Mirai reached up to his face, his fingers coming back a mottled red. Sticky. Tacky. Familiar.

Ploink. Ploink. Ploink.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His nose was clogged, swollen. He was pretty sure it was full of blood, and he was pretty sure he shouldn’t be lying like this, but far from caring. Not that he could sit up anyways. His breathing was shallow, his heart was beating slowly, and the slow waltz between the sink, his head, and his heart was making him nauseous. Mirai just hoped he didn’t blow chunks down his shirt. Because that would just be the icing on the cake.

Leona smelled iron before he even registered that that sickly thick scent was blood. Leona wouldn’t have cared, it wasn’t any of his business, but that scent was strong, too strong, and for some vile reason, it was oddly familiar. Leona traveled the empty halls, looking, searching, following the scent trail to the source. Leona turned the halls, his pace quickening a bit as he wracked his brain as to why he knew that scent. 

Ruggie and Epel flashed through his mind, but they didn’t fit the bill. Ruggies blood wasn’t rich, it was always too thin, too light. With that fact, Leona made a mental note to up the little runt’s wages. Epel on the other hand normally smelled too sweet, but it was also rich, and balanced. The kid didn’t bleed much, not around him that was, but it wasn’t him either.

Mirai pulled himself up steadily, sobbing as his injuries twinged with fiery hate. His thighs screamed, his arms shook, and as another wave of nausea washed over him, his knees threatened to give. But he pushed himself to stand, managing to lean his weight over the counter, and when he did, he was panting hard, a cold sweat dotting his brow. 

Mirai looked at himself in the mirror, and to be frank, the person staring back at him looked so alien to him, yet so familiar. His face was swollen. His lip was split on the left side, and his left eye, his left eye was already starting to bruise, the discoloration of his eye tinged with an angry red. And it hurt so much. His clothes were no better. His shirt was torn, with blotches of red staining it in certain places. He was wet, scuffed with dirt, his shoe was missing and his bag was in the toilet. Mirai swallowed a sob as he turned on the faucet, letting his head fall into the sink, watching the red run into pink down the drain.

Leona turned one last corner, and here, here it was strongest, and steadily getting stronger. Leona inhaled through his nose deeply, and the smell assaulted his senses. Why could he smell it so heavily? Why could taste it so vividly, like he was able to drink it down like a fine wine? Leona closed his eyes as he followed his nose. He could feel its warmth, he could feel it as it passed through his teeth, as red washed over his tongue, as the blood dripped passed his lips and down his chin. He could smell a mixture of deep iron, rich, yet so light. But he couldn’t see its owner. He could smell dust, sand, lavender, lavender. Lavender!

Suddenly Leona could see that small room he kept as a junk closet. He could hear the clutter around the falling to the floor, the things inside shattering. He saw that mop of blonde hair, he saw those bony shoulders as his own hands grabbed them, pulling, then red. Red. Red. It filled his mouth, his nose, he felt the warmth. The warmth from Mirai.

It was Mirai’s blood.

Mirai was scrubbing his hands when the bathroom door burst open. “Ya missed the show, come back another time,” Mirai sneered, not bothering to look up from the sink.

“Oi! What happened?!”

Mirai snapped his head to the door, expecting to see Ace, or Deuce, even Professor Trein or Professor Crewel, but not Leona.

“Ya got mud in your ears? What happened?!”

“Wha-What are you, what are you doing here?” Mirai asked absently, “Where’s Grim? Did he send you?”

“What?! No! I haven’t even seen that furball!”

Mirai’s mind was everywhere for a second, before he promptly shut off the water, pushing past Leona to leave, “I gotta go. I need to find Grim.” 

“Whoa, whoa. Hold up. Where are you going?” Leona snapped, grabbing Mirai by the shoulder, but instantly regretted it as Mirai hissed in pain.

Mirai wrenched his arm away, fresh hot tears filling his eyes, “Ya got mud in your ears?” Mirai shouted, once again using Leona’s words against him, “I need to find Grim. They were after him too!”

Leona rolled his eyes, “That can wait, we need to get you to the infirmary.”

“No, it can’t wait. Grim he’s-he’s-”

“Hey, hey. Calm down, it’s-,” 

“I-I-I don’t nee-”

Leona sighed before hauling the Prefect into his arms, and began to make his way down the hall. “It’s furball we're talking about. He might always be startin’ trouble, but you and I both know he’d rather set the school ablaze, than be caught with his tail between his legs.”

Mirai seemed to shrink in on himself. He was still missing a shoe, his bag was in a wet heap on the bathroom floor, and his clothes were wet and dirty, yet, here Leona was, holding him like he was a newlywed princess.

“So Infirmary first, Grim second, and then you’re gonna tell me who did this and what happened.”

Mirai didn’t say anything, only nodding as he clutched onto his phone for dear life, trying to force away the flush that was already making its way onto his freckled cheeks. 

The Infirmary was empty, the nurse nowhere to be seen. Mirai’s heard of him, the other’s said he was a little too rough, and a bit of a quack, but Mirai’s never seen him. But that didn’t deter Leona from sitting the Ramshackle Prefect on one of the beds before turning to get some supplies. Mirai thought this scene was oddly familiar, well, maybe it was because he had watched it dozens of times in Anime and read it many times in Manga. Gosh, now Mirai was getting nervous. Leona rolled one of the stools and a medical table up to Mirai and sat down, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. Okay, now he really was nervous. 

“What?” Leona gruffed, raising an eyebrow.

“Whaddya gonna do?” Mirai asked skeptically. 

“Open heart surgery. Lie down,” Leona deadpanned.

“Leona, I’m serious.”

“What do you think Ima do, you idiot?! It’s just bandages and disinfectant! It ain't rocket science!”

Mirai quieted, turning his gaze away from the Beastman in front of him. Leona sucked his teeth in annoyance, but proceeded anyway. 

Leona started with gently pulling Mirai’s right hand into his left, the Perfect twitching slightly, but he didn’t pull away, his eyes trained on the world behind the window. Taking the cloth he had sitting in some hot water, and gently dabbed at his knuckles. Mirai whimpered, trying to pull his hand away, but Leona didn’t let him, tightening his grip in warning. Mirai shut his eyes tightly, still not looking his way, and relaxed his arm. Leona took that as his sign to continue. 

Leona dabbed at the cuts once more, watching the prefect's face closely, as he made sure they were clean and free of any residue. 

“This might sting a little,” Leona whispered as he went for the disinfectant. Mirai didn’t say anything as he shut his eyes once more.

Leona pressed down on the nozzle, the spray coating Mirai's fist, and the blonde immediately tensed up, his fingers clawing at the Beastman’s palm. 

“Why are you helping me?” Mirai muttered after the burning dulled a bit.

Leona scoffed, “Don’t needa reason.”

“But that’s just it,” Mirai growled, a sudden flash of anger burning beneath his skin, “you do! Every single one of you, do!”

Leona looked taken aback before his eyes narrowed, “So now I can’t be nice?”

“Since when are you just nice?” Mirai said, rolling his eyes, “There’s always something innit for you.”

“Yeah, I ain’t just nice, but I’m not about to let ya bleed on the bathroom floor.”

“Why not?”

“Because ’m not not heartless.”

Mirai huffed, looking back at the setting sun.

“Did it hurt,” Leona asked quietly as he taped up Mirai’s fingers.

“Don’t remember it” Mirai muttered quietly.

“What’s that ‘pposed ta mean?”

When Mirai didn’t answer, Leona sighed and went back to what he was doing.

Cleaning up the rest of Mirai’s arm was just like his hand, he’d tense and pull, but never said a word. But Leona knew the more difficult task would be his face. Leona stood up to replace the water, and get a new cloth, and when he got back, the Prefect was still looking out the window, his face void of any emotion. Leona distantly wondered if the Prefect was scared, or if he was tired. 

Sitting back down Leona stared at him for a bit, taking in the bruises and cuts on Mirai’s face. He didn’t look like himself, he didn’t look like the guy who’d take on the world all by himself, he didn’t look like the guy who would idiotically do anything you dared him, even if the reward was one corn chip. And yeah, Leona got that those weren’t really good qualities, but it was what made Mirai, Mirai. 

“Hey,” Leona said quietly, slowly reaching for Mirai’s face and turning it towards himself. “Look at me.”

Mirai wasn’t quite looking, he wasn’t quite there to begin with, and something akin to fury, fury and something else he couldn't name gnawed at the Beastman’s stomach. But what he did know is that when he found those guys, he’d tear them apart.

“Hey,” Leona called again, “any light’s on up there?”

Mirai flinched, wincing as Leona ran the cloth across his busted lip.

“Did it hurt?” Leona asked again. 

“Yeah,” Mirai mumbled. 

If the other was referring to his lip or the initial beating, they both didn’t know.

In the end Grim was okay, he was safe, and Mirai couldn’t be happier. Mirai got his shoe back, which he was grateful for, since they were his only pair, and as for his bag, it belongs to the trash now. The guys, who Mirai may or may not have instigated a fight with, were never identified, and five days later, Mirai’s phone was fixed, thanks to a little blue haired half student, and upon leaving for the day one morning, a new expensive school bag sat neatly in a cardboard box on his doorstep. 

 Mirai sat under the awning above Ramshackle’s door, watching the rain pelt the pavement below, thinking. The skies were a dark gray, the winds punishing and cold, but for some reason it was comforting. For the first time, it seemed that this world finally aligned with how Mirai was feeling, that it was finally on his side. 

Days passed, Mirai's face healed, his bruises healed, but something about Leona changed. A cigarette sat forgotten between red bitten lips as chipped black painted nails scratched at the healing scrapes on his knees, watching little beads of red bubble up from beneath his skin. Mirai sighed, pulling his shorts back over his knees, not caring if the hems stained. It wasn’t like he and Leona were friends, but something just, he didn’t know, shifted. 

The third year didn’t invite him to skip class anymore, he didn’t send him of stupid tasks like getting his lunch, and he didn’t crash in Ramshackle’s lounge anymore. He hadn’t even seen the man in passing, it was like he became a ghost, and it seemed he was the only one concerned about it. It was weird, but then again, it all was weird to begin with.

Mirai sighed deeply, watching the smoke become one with the clouds. He thought back to that afternoon, gosh, he could hardly remember most of it. Of course he remembers how he got there, and how it started. He remembers making Grim leave, he definitely remembers spitting in that jerk’s face, then getting punched, but after that, nothing. The next thing he remembers is being the floor, and the pain that followed. Maybe it was that, maybe after Leona had seen how pathetic he looked that day, he realized just how weak and useless he was and decided to cut him off.

“Yeah, right,” Mirai scoffed to himself. It was never like he was important to Leona anyways. It wasn’t like he ever had a chance. 

“Oi human!”

Mirai turned around and Grim stood behind him, his little paws crossed over his little nose.

“Yeah?” Mirai snickered.

“Your phone’s ringing,” Grim said, voice sounding nasally.

“Coming,” Mirai muttered, snuffing out his cigarette in the stone beside him. 

Picking up Grim, Mirai headed inside, shutting the front door behind him.

[princesseblade]

It's my solar return today guys and seems like good day to let you all know that I'm starting anew on a diffrent handler so mutals new and old please follow me at the new hangout @gloomyjulliette

So I can follow you back 😌, the pinned post there should explain where my heads been at this whole time, princesseheart will still be around for archive purposes there's ALOT of memories on here and I don't wanna lose em but I also just need a fresh start yknow?

[ivi-prism]

Hey, Ivi it's been a while since I dropped an message to you're inbox, how are ya doing? You good? I would also like to ask you if by any chance known the Latin America Streamers called ''Spreen'' and ''Farfadox'' I have seen them on Squidcraft and their interaction between the English speaking streamers, makes me curious about their stream and fanbase. Also was this chaotic the community of Latin American streamers I have mentioned?! Because I have seen fanarts of Spreen x Karl Jacobs and Farfadox x Dream during the Squidcraft tournament. Heck I just check twitter and managed to scroll passed by an fanart of Farfadox and Dream acting lovingly with a caption of enemies to lovers arc. And they both kiss each other.

This is insanity at it's finest but I am loving the chaos it's making....

Hey Rai! Whats up?

On my side of things i’m being bashed over the head with a golf stick by school because midterms are cruel but i’ll make it through no worries there XD

And I do know my gang! My bois! My homies! But there is gonna be a long ass explanation because hispanic scene of mcyt is vast X3

Also cause I think a lot of this story is needed to understand what the heck is happening so

So the two servers you gotta know about to sorta understand who are all this new block people you are seeing running around.

On one hand we have EliteCraft. Is an SMP started cause a bunch of hispanic youtubers saw the anglo speaking mcyt scene be reborn anew in like 2019 so they went “YO REMEMBER MINDCRACK?! (Same mindcrack that also inspired Hermitcraft) it is a good time to come and do that now! >:D”

And so they did. A bunch of new gen hispanic streamers saw the applications open in twitch and decided to join! From here we get names like Shadoune and Farfadox who by the time Squidcraft games happened were already known.

There is also Spreen who is important I mention! Man has been in the youtube scene for a while and he has slowly but surely acrew a following! Tho seeing as he was nominated and won the esland (like the streamy awards in english) as “Streamer revelation of the year” sufice to say his big break came just recently.

And now the big hitters! We have to talk about Karmaland.

Just like in the anglo sphere there are different gens of mcyt and content creators, the same happens in the hispanic scene. The man the legend Vegeta777 was a big name in the hispanic mcyt side of things since the early days (still is!) I’d say he fills a role similar to what Captain Sparklez and Bajan Canadian do in english sphere.

So Vegetta back in 2014 (he was alredy huge cc back then) went “I wanna make an smp to play with friends :D” and so karmaland was created and other old gen and important mcyt also participated there since they were Vegetta’s friends.

From Karmaland we get the likes of Vegetta, Rubius (remember Rubius), Luzu, Fargan and Alexby. All of them have played in subsequent seasons of Karmaland and were in Karmaland 5. Auronplay also comes from here, remember we mentioned him here. They were also present in Squid Craft games (V technically wasn’t but that's more complicated X3)

And now I babled all this names to come and put everything together. With the key piece to this. Quackity.

Quackity like any other latine kid would have grown up watching the karmaland gang and seeing as Quackity is now one of the big names in streaming he went “2021 is the year I make spanish content!” And that mf did it. He started doing content in spanish and then him being such a big name alredy went to Rubius (who he watched as a kid, hehe same) and went “we should play roblox :D” and Rubius went “ya know what? Sure!”

And so Quackity and Rubius played roblox together, became friends, streamed together a lot and then Rubius introduced Quackity to the Karmaland gang and thats how we got Quackity in Karmaland 5.

Since Karmaland is HUGE like probably one of oldest and most influential smp’s in the hispanic scene, this catapulted Quackity into also being a big name in the hispanic scene (thats how our man got nominated for five eslands on his first year of streaming in spanish)

Due to his renown Quackity started interacting with other streamers (mostly new gen streamers) and befriending them. The amount of friends he made is ridiculous X3 but it is like this that he meet Spreen and they became friends.

Now to start off 2023 Auronplay (remember him? One of the big ogs also was on Karmaland) went “lets make an event” and that event was Minecraft Extremo (extreme minecraft) that was a battle royale set in a hardcore world.

In this event many of the people mentioned participated. Relevant to our timeline Quackity, Rubius, Spreen, Shadoune and Missa (missa is another streamer he has this entire story too but this is a long ass answer already X3) teamed up and created the team “Vacio Legal” (i believe this translate into LoopHole because they technically weren’t allowed to do that)

And they all became friends, and played together and were dramatic over eachother dying. This event saw both Spreen and Shadoune become closer to Quackity.

And now to our near present. Squidcraft Games. Rubius was one of the organizers and like filling 200 player roles is difficult even with how big the hispanic community be. So i assume thanks to Quackity we got english speaking streamers in here, since Quacks is basically Rubius fave little bro figure by now XD. (Nepotism I tell you)

Thats how we get Foolish, Tina, Karl, Hannah, Dream, George, Sapnap, Sylvee and Tubbo in Squidcraft games.

And now is play time.

It was all very cool…. Would recommend anyone watch the event if they’d like! Tina has many cute interactions with a lot of streamers and we were all endeared with her efforts to learn spanish.

Tubbos Pov was very fun too from what I’ve heard.

Now you may ask “okay I heard all of that, have learned hispanic mcyt scene is very complex and rich and i want to learn spanish to see more now, but I need specifics of why these guys are on my Twitter feed”

The four hispanic streamers more likely you would have learned about this event are.

Luzu: one of the og’s. Quackity’s friend to lover to enemy to friend (??) from Karmaland 5. Thats how many people that were following karmaland 5 (or saw quackity’s mcyt sexymen presentations) learned who Luzu was. In this event probably a lot of people learned about him because he died the first day and when that happened Quackity was with his anglo speaking friends and when he was sad they asked who he was. Spreen explained he was big streamer but Quackity just goes “he was my boyfriend”

Spreen: before this event, he had streamed with Karl! Possibly got introduced to Karl thanks to Quackity and they were doing what men do when they play minecraft together. Flirt! So there was a precedent for all the Karl x Spreen in the squidcraft games X3.

But also I think a lot of people meet Spreen because he stuck close to the anglo group helping them and teasing them alongside quackity. He very quickly started teasing Dream in particular calling him a green screen. And a lot of the banter was very reminiscent of what you see back in the rivals duo (Techno and Dream) days, i have seen more than one interpretation of Spreen reminding Dream of Techno and I have cried every time ;w;

Farfadox: farfa and dream had been tad salty to eachother in some games but their relation was solidified when Farfadox tries to kill Sapnap and Dream got in the way to safe Sapnap. Now Farfadox killing Dream has spawned an entire ship and like… yeah XD typicall fandom reaction

Shadoune: he made it to the quarter-finals with Hannah, George and sap, to the semi-finals with George and Sapnap and then to the finals against Sapnap. Sap did win at the end but Shadoune possibly became very iconic to a lot of the anglo speaking audience since they saw him the most besides their blorbos near the end. And ofc lotta of people went "in Shadoune we trust to carry the Hispanic community to the end!!!" And ofc fandom will be fandom and seeing Sapnap and Shadoune fistfight to the death led to the only logical conclusion “they are kissing” and fandom is running with that atm XD

And i think that's it! this has been a very fun experience! Sylvee and Tina described it as a cultural exchange and it has been like that for me! lol. if you have any more questions feel free to ask

[starsmuserainbow]

Headcanon Time - Tamaranean Food

You might still know this from when this blog was still only Star, but here's a repost because I wanna have this stuff anew for my "new" multi-main!

This post, as you might have guessed from the title, is about tamaranean food!

Find the text, illustrated in parts too, below the cut!

Maybe I should add, some of these might be a bit strange (or appalling - but that sounds too harsh) to imagine, so be aware that the tamaranean culture is different and has its own ways about stuff so this can be very different from what we know in parts.

So, to start things off, something general. Compared to earthen food, tamaranean dishes are a lot stronger in flavour, whichever direction they go into. Sweet food is sweeter, sour food more sour, and so on. This isn’t even because of them artificially enhancing their food, but their plants and eaten animals simply had such strong tastes and as such the people are used and accustomed to strong flavors. However, as multiple ingredients are usually mixed together, the flavours often combine and that makes it a bit easier for the earthen tastebuds to accept the strong flavours. Next up, I will present some food, and explain about it. Partly with images, partly just a description, but I’ll do my best to give you some information here.

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For the beginning, something easy, something already seen, named, and even the taste having been described in the cartoon.

(If you return the stare of the tamaranean face behind the food, you have to try it. The food, not the face.)

This is Glorg, a tamaranean dessert. It tastes, to quote the first human that enjoyed the taste, “like sushi mixed with ice cream”. The green jelly-like mass that you see comes from a berry called Hraki. This mass is, despite its jelly-like look and behaviour when shaken, more like ice-cream in texture, and has a lime or lemon-like flavour. Now you can probably guess where the sushi-like taste comes from. What you see wobbling around in the green fluid are fungi, or mushrooms if you prefer. Fascinatingly enough, they taste very similar to sushi without having ever been more than a plant. These fungi are called the Glooz, and they are sustainable of many different climates so luckily it was very easy for Starfire to start growing them in her new home on earth.

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Next up, another sweet dish, though it is more commonly used as a main dish than as a dessert on Tamaran.

This is Clurblopf. [[Yes, I know, in ‘The Lost Episode’ Starfire calls this ‘Glorg Supreme’, but I don’t accept that as it doesn’t make any sense given the Glorg above. So this is in fact not Glorg, but Clurblopf, for me.]] It is like a thick pudding, but with something to chew on in it as well. The pudding resembles chemical strawberry a lot (since its most important ingredient are the Zorkaberries which taste similar to chemical strawberry as well), and the pieces inside taste like chicken-meat. It is usually served warm, and eaten from bowls with a spoon (so basically like pudding in that regard).

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You most likely know this from the cartoon already, as well (if you know the cartoon good enough that is).

Here, you see the pudding of sadness, though the name might be a little irritating. It is more like a stiff kind of mashed potatoes, and for the taste… you know of Wasabi? Take that, but also add a bit of a ginger-flavour and a slight burnt taste as well. That’s how it tastes. (Or, if you prefer the way a certain green Titan described it, ‘What is that? Cream of toenails?’) It is a snack, and as such usually taken when one feels like doing so, without any specific order or other meals preceding or following. As the name says, it is commonly taken when the tamaranean feels sad, as its taste presumably helps to burst the sadness away.

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There is a combination of different tamaranean berries that created a mash of sorts (similar to apple purree), it creates a pink mass similar to the one Clurblopf is, with the differences that this doesn’t have any pieces to chew on inside, and it’s also more a dessert or snack than an actual meal.

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This, before it’s processed to be a main dish, is a tamaranean creature with some similarities to a snake. The vork, as these beings are called, ‘slide’ over the ground similar to snakes, however it is not their bite that you need to be careful of, but a scratching with the parts that we might call fins can be very dangerous very quickly. The color of the fins represent if they are dangerous; when they are still alive and a threat, their fins have a dark purple color instead of this green you see in above picture, which is what they look like when ‘empty’. Another difference to a snake is that this creature does not have a tongue. The vork has 4 eyes on its head, they are entirely black with pink pupils, and 2 close to the other end, so it is very hard to surprise a vork or attempt to kill it before it gets you. If split in half, both halfs are still very much alive and will move faster than before, usually in an attempt to get their attacker. I won’t be going into more detail here as this is a food - and not creature - headcanon, so to get back to the actual topic: They taste surprisingly sweet, somewhat reminding of marzipan, once the venom has been professionally removed and cleared out of their system.

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What you see here is called Gah’ky. Or rather, the being is, before it is processed. It shares similarities to a turkey in looks now, but the actual being had 4 wings (which is still visible here) and the head is located between what we might recognize as legs. The meat is rather tough and hard to actually chew through, and its taste is a little reminding of flour; and the ‘bones’ are hard but with enough force they are chewable, ‘crispy’, and taste very sugary sweet. This is usually eaten as a ‘clearing’ of the tastebuds, so it goes before other food as it doesn’t have that much flavour in any direction and so is rather boring in taste for a tamaranean.

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These are Maco, another type of fruit from Tamaran. Bigger than a berry, it has about the size of an apple or similar earthen fruits. The brown stripe that every Maco has is usually used as the line where the fruit is to be split in two parts. The inside looks similar to a brown-colored (and already chewed) bubblegum. It is gooey and sticky, and poisonous - at least for tamaraneans. But it has other advantages that allow it to be used in the building of houses and the likes, as long as it is put aside to later deliver it to someone that can use it, and not simply thrown away as it happens many times. The ‘shell’ of the fruit is similar to wafer in texture, and has a taste that’s somewhat reminding of hazelnut. It’s a snack.

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The Cangoor is a plant that every now and then erupts and ‘spit’ out the fluid from its inside similar to a volcano - when the fluid lands on the ground it turns into new cangoor-plants. The pieces that hang outside are fruits, taken usually by grabbing to the black ‘grip’ they have and forcibly pulled off of the plant. They taste somewhat fresh, like cream cheese, but the fluid inside the cylinder-like middle of the plant has a taste reminiscent of very mature/strong cheese, and the outside pieces are commonly dipped into the fluid before eating it. Depending on the amount of people eating from one of these plants, it can be used as a main dish or as a snack.

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Here you see Cangki, which shares similarities to cake in look and texture, it’s seen as a dessert, and uses Cangoor-fruits along with the fluid of the Hraki. It is a sour-ish taste combined with cheese-flavour The Cangki is split into slices, and shared similar to cake (unless it’s one of these big buffet-like tables because when there is much to offer there is no sharing and rather a ‘fighting’ about getting what you want - which is what happened in the scene in ‘Betrothed’ by the way, but that’s not the point here so I won’t elaborate further - and once a slice is removed, the rest of the ‘cake’ tends to fall in and become a green mass with the Cangoor-fruits inside it; unless the one giving out the slices is quick enough to separate all the slices immediately - as once in smaller pieces, it sticks with its previous ‘cake’-shape.

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This is Wulemm, usually taken as a snack in between the courses, or as a snack simply between meals. It has a strong sourness when first taken in the mouth, but when the mass begins to soften up the taste becomes more sweet, though the actual taste depends on the fruits that had been used for creating this mash. It can be made of anything that is fruit-like, and is first mashed and then processed to become harder and almost fruit-like again.

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This is Alch, a plant that is only found in caves. It is a snack that is only taken in very small sizes, as it is incredibly sour even for the tamaranean tastes. The red pieces are very hot in temperature and taste no matter the temperature of their surroundings. To take a piece from it you grab into the ‘ball’ of the remaining plant that still lies in the bowl, and with the other hand grab one of the hanging pieces and pull on it, eventually tearing up your piece. No matter how big the slice you tore off, putting it back isn’t allowed, so you are to eat it or have a friend that is willing to take it from you.

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This creature (before being made into food) is called Rr’hul. It’s a jellyfish-like creature that can fly, and used to hide in trees and drop onto its unexpecting prey. Now that there is almost no flora left on Tamaran the Rr'hul don’t have many hiding spots anymore and are easier to kill, but they are still very dangerous if they happen to approach you unnoticedly. Its tentacles are a snack, but as a whole thing it’s eaten as a main dish. It tastes bitter, with a hint of something that tastes close to caramel; and the eyes are of the consistency of bubblegum and have a very very spicy flavour.

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These are Glorka Roaches. As Starfire mentioned in the cartoon, as food they are ‘crunchy on the outside, yet runny on the inside’. They have a rather burnt taste, though the insides are fluid and like a syrup with a slight coffee-taste. They are a main dish.

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Above pictured Ronel are a snack. They look and feel like stone, and are as strong too, but a tamaranean enjoys chewing it to pieces nonetheless. Behind the rock-y shell, there’s a blue dough-like mass. The things you see sticking out is where the blue mass didn’t fully stay inside of the snack and poured out, it’s then hardening (not as much as the actual Ronel though, more like pretzel sticks in hardness) and turning black. The hard shell doesn’t taste any different from the inside, it doesn’t have much taste in itself but during the processing the taste from inside has spread to the shell too. It tastes very sweet for just a moment, and then suddenly turns into a very hot spicy taste.

Ronel is a thing many tamaraneans like to take with them when going on a longer travel, both in and out of the planet. Usually, it's taken along with the ‘sticks’ broken off of it for easier storing. It’s a hard thing, can’t be easily broken or mashed or otherwise ruined while carried, and most tamaraneans like the taste.

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Looking like burnt (and slightly mis-shaped) cookies, Kiw’sa are a tamaranean dessert. They are soft in texture, filled with a wobbly green mass, usually served while heatened (meaning very very very very hot as otherwise a tamaranean wouldn’t notice it), and have a somewhat sour taste, though not as strong as some other of the dishes I mentioned.

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These two dishes both fall under the name of Mef, simply the ingredients vary. This is a dessert that is usually eaten by grabbing one of the black pieces on the outside, and using it like a shovel to take some of the (red/green, in these cases) stuff from the inside along with it. The black pieces have similar texture to waffles but taste bitter, and the taste of the softer stuff on the inside varies by ingredients. In these two examples, the red one tastes somewhat salty with a bit of sweetness, and the taste of the darker-green one is reminding of carrots.

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This main dish is called Brinb. The head in the center is from the creature that the slices come from, but it is basically only decoration, as only the slices that are placed around it are for eating. Surprising for anyone that expects a meat-like-taste: This tastes like pure sugar in slice-shape. And the pink parts of the slices are actually behaving like melted cheese as in the ‘pulling’ when one bites off one piece.

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Another common dish is the Bli’ip. It’s basically, about the size of a ball as we know it, like say soccer ball or basketball-ball (can I just say basketball? I think that works?), a ball of dough. The shell is a little crunchy, but not more than like a pizza is on the “edges”. The ball is completely of dough (which is soft to eat, like not-fully-finished pizzadough, to compare it to pizza again), with minor spots of juice or sauce in sometimes, and most of the dough has taken in the flavor or whichever other ingredients the creator had chosen to add in. There are different variants of tastes, some sweet, some spicy or bitter or just bland, but usually they’re purposely all made to look similar on the outside. Often, eating this dish is a bit of a contest for the present tamaraneans - it’s a game of getting your hands on the ball that you want and taking a bite (or more) before someone else takes it from you again.

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What you see here is called the Zierr. It’s not quite defined if it’s a plant or a creature, and it is still alive when placed on the table. Eating from it is almost like a game for tamaraneans, as it is commonly done by multiple people each grabbing one of the tentacle-like ends and pulling. If you get too close to the middle-part while going in to grab, the Zierr will spit a fluid at you that isn’t dangerous but it leaves behind a bright orange glow for a few days on the spots it hit. When all parts are pulled at, eventually the pieces are separated from the then collapsing middle and these tentacles-like pieces can be eaten. Sometimes, when it’s actually done as a game, the lengths of the torn off pieces are compared and the one that pulled off the longest one is deemed the winner of the game and is the one that may then drink the fluid that left the Zierr after it’s been pulled apart. The tentacle-pieces taste dry and sour, and the fluid has a sweet, in some ways plum-like taste. This is usually taken as side-dish, as one of these tentacle pieces is definitely not enough to make a tamaranean full.

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This fish-resembling creature is called Karsh. It’s a being that looks similar to some earthen fish on first glance, but it walks on its tail and lives on land. The green slices you see there are from a fruit, they taste somewhat like pineapple and for the tamaranean that is a fit to the tomato-like taste of the Karsh. The Karsh is filled with these fruit-slices, and it cut into slices to then share it with everyone that wants a piece. The head remains though, only very few tamaraneans enjoy eating that. Oh, and the pink/brown things you see lying on the plate? That’s what made the Karsh’s tail before it was processed. It tastes a bit like oranges but mostly rather bland, and is a rather tough material to chew through. It’s a main dish.

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And for the final piece in this collection, this is Jellorel. It grows on trees, and once ripe these soft and flexible rounded slices fall down. They are sweet with a slight bitterness, and the pink pieces are more like a fluid that can leak out once you’ve bitten into it. It depends on the amount of Jellorel offered, what kind of dish it is. Usually it is seen as a dessert or snack, but if enough has been gathered it can also be enjoyed as a main dish.

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So! You are now knowing of a few different foods on Tamaran. Please remember that the taste-comparisons I mentioned are only to give you an idea of what it tastes like, most are still only somewhat resembling the tastes I mentioned as it is a different culture and world after all.

I don’t have anything else I can add to this, so this is the end of today’s headcanon-post!