#still on break haha. just wanted to post this real quick

[moxanji-real]

♡ “A Confession I Couldn’t Take Back”♡ ( A Moxanji Fanfic)

✎ One-Shot, Romantic, Angst

✎ One Piece Fanfic, Sanji x Oc, Sanji x Self insert

✎ 1.6k words

The kitchen was warm, filled with the comforting scent of sizzling butter, fresh herbs, and slow-cooked spices. The soft glow of the lanterns bathed everything in gold, making the space feel even more intimate. Moxie sat at the counter, chin resting on her palm, eyes following Sanji as he worked.

She had always loved watching him cook. The way he moved was mesmerizing—fluid, practiced, effortless. He could balance three different dishes at once, flip a pan without looking, chop vegetables at lightning speed while humming under his breath. He made it all look easy.

And, of course, he was beautiful.

The way the golden strands of his hair fell into his face, the way the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, the way his eyes softened whenever he was focused—it wasn’t fair.

Sanji caught her staring and smirked. “Enjoying the view, Moxie-Moon?”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled slightly. “You’d be delusional to think I wasn’t.”

Sanji’s hand almost slipped on the spoon he was holding, but he recovered quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, can’t blame you. I am quite the sight.”

Moxie shook her head, amused. She liked moments like this—when it was just the two of them, teasing, flirting, pretending for a moment that she could have him.

But that was all it was, wasn’t it? Pretend.

Sanji flirted with everyone. He was kind to everyone.

Even if her stomach twisted every time he fell to his knees before Nami, even if she sometimes wondered—could he ever look at me the way he looks at them?—she knew better than to believe she was special.

Moxie had been called many things in her life. Violent. Crazy. Ugly. Unlovable.

Sanji deserved someone soft, someone good.

Someone better than her.

Maybe that’s why, without thinking, she did something reckless.

“I love you.”

Sanji froze.

The kitchen, once filled with the soothing sounds of cooking, fell silent. The warmth in the air seemed to shift, turning unbearably heavy.

Moxie barely registered what she had said until she saw the way he turned to look at her—really look at her.

His ocean-blue eyes, usually filled with playful charm, were wide with something raw, something fragile.

Hope.

Longing.

For a fleeting moment, he looked at her like she had just given him something precious.

And that terrified her.

Panic surged through her, crashing over her like a wave.

“I was joking,” she blurted, forcing out a nervous laugh.

The shift in Sanji’s expression was instant.

It was like watching the light in a lantern flicker out.

His lips parted slightly before he pressed them together, composing himself with a tight, unreadable smile.

“Right,” he said after a moment, voice carefully even. “Of course.”

Moxie’s stomach dropped.

Sanji turned back to the stove without another word, his movements precise, controlled—but there was no joy in them anymore.

And for the rest of the night, he didn’t look at her once.

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Dinner was different.

Sanji still moved through the dining hall, still served the crew their meals with his usual charm—but something was missing.

His usual flirtations with Nami and Robin lacked their usual enthusiasm, his voice quieter, his laughter hollow.

The crew noticed.

“Is it just me, or is Sanji acting weird?” Usopp whispered to Chopper.

“Yeah…” Chopper frowned. “He seems… sad.”

Franky let out a low whistle. “Didn’t think anything could knock the love cook outta commission. Guess even he’s got limits.”

When Sanji placed her dish in front of her, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even glance at her. And for the first time since she had met him, she realized—she had hurt him.

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She tried to fix it.

She tried to joke with him like usual, tried to talk to him when they were alone, tried anything to get him to look at her the way he had before.

But every time she reached out, he pulled away.

Every time she spoke, he found something else to do.

By the time night fell, she was desperate.

She found him standing on the deck, leaning against the railing, cigarette smoke curling into the night sky.

She hesitated before stepping closer. “Why are you acting like this?”

Sanji exhaled slowly, eyes never leaving the horizon. “Acting like what?”

“Like I don’t exist.”

A pause. Then—

“You’re the one who said it was a joke.”

Her throat tightened.

She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She hadn’t meant to do this.

But she had.

Sanji finally turned to look at her. His expression wasn’t angry. It wasn’t cruel.

It was just… tired.

“Why did you take it back?” he asked softly.

Moxie inhaled sharply.

Because she was scared. Because she didn’t believe she was enough. Because she thought he deserved better.

She opened her mouth to speak—

But he was already walking away.

And she let him.

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Moxie sat on the deck, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring out at the dark waves as they rolled beneath the Thousand Sunny. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the sea, its reflection shifting and rippling like her thoughts.

Her heart felt heavy.

She had ruined everything.

The confession, the way she had taken it back, the way Sanji had looked at her—hurt and disappointed, like she had reached inside his chest and pulled something precious away.

She should’ve just told the truth.

Footsteps approached from behind, heavy but unhurried. A shadow loomed over her, then a sigh.

“Y’know, sitting here sulking ain’t gonna fix anything, sister.”

Moxie didn’t move, didn’t look up. “Go away, Franky.”

Franky ignored her, dropping down to sit beside her, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He leaned back against the mast, arms crossed, his sunglasses glinting under the moonlight.

“Not gonna lie,” he said, tilting his head toward her. “I’ve never seen the love-cook like this before.”

Moxie swallowed but said nothing.

Franky let out a low whistle. “Damn near walked around all day like a ghost. You really did a number on him, huh?”

Moxie flinched.

Franky wasn’t trying to be cruel. He wasn’t even trying to make her feel guilty—just stating the truth.

And the truth hurt.

She clenched her fists in her lap. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

Silence stretched between them. The sound of the waves, the gentle creaking of the ship, the distant laughter of Luffy and Usopp somewhere on the other side of the deck—it all felt so far away.

Moxie exhaled shakily. “I was scared.” The words felt strange coming out, like they had been trapped inside her for too long. “I thought… I thought if I really said it—if I really told him—I’d lose him.”

Franky hummed. “And instead, you lost him anyway.”

Her throat tightened.

She had been so afraid of rejection, so afraid of not being enough, that she had shoved her own feelings back down before they had a chance to breathe.

But in doing so, she had crushed his, too.

Franky shifted beside her, adjusting his arms behind his head. “Lemme ask you something,” he said. “Do you really think Sanji would’ve waited five years for someone he didn’t care about?”

Moxie stiffened.

Franky turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon, girl. Think about it. The guy flirts with every pretty woman he sees, but when has he ever looked at someone the way he looks at you?”

Moxie’s stomach twisted.

She had spent so long convincing herself that she was just another face in the crowd. Just another girl Sanji treated kindly, because that’s who he was—a gentleman, a romantic, someone who loved freely and openly.

But Sanji had never once looked at Nami or Robin with the same raw, vulnerable longing that had flickered in his eyes tonight.

She had seen it. She had seen it.

And she had thrown it away.

“I don’t know if I’m good enough for him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Franky let out a sharp laugh. “Now that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.”

Moxie blinked, startled.

Franky shook his head. “Lemme tell you something, kid. Love ain’t about ‘deserving.’ It ain’t about being perfect or some fairy tale version of yourself. It’s about being there. Being real. And last I checked, Sanji ain’t in love with some fantasy.”

He nudged her lightly with his elbow. “He’s in love with you.”

Moxie swallowed past the lump in her throat.

Franky’s expression softened. “You think you’re not enough for him?” He shrugged. “Well, guess what? He’s probably sittin’ somewhere right now thinkin’ he’s not enough for you.”

Her chest tightened.

She could picture it.

Sanji, alone, staring at the sea just as she had been, thinking that her confession hadn’t meant anything. That she had never loved him. That he had been foolish to believe she did.

But she did.

God, she did.

Franky stood, stretching with a groan. “The way I see it, you got two choices. You can sit here all night feeling sorry for yourself, or you can get your ass up and fix it.”

Moxie wiped her face, though she hadn’t realized she had started crying.

She inhaled, exhaled.

Then, determined, she stood.

Franky grinned. “Atta girl.”

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She ran through town that night, desperate for something—anything—to help her say what she couldn’t before.

She returned to the ship with a ridiculous oversized teddy bear and a bouquet of mismatched flowers.

Sanji was still on the deck, staring at the sea. He turned when he heard her approaching, his eyes widening at the sight of her, winded and teary-eyed, clutching the gifts like they were a lifeline.

“Moxie…” His voice was soft, uncertain.

Sanji’s fingers twitched at his sides. His breath hitched, his usually steady composure shaken as he watched Moxie, her eyes glassy, her hands gripping the bouquet so tightly the petals trembled. The night air was cool, but her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.

She was beautiful.

And then—she spoke.

“I wasn’t joking,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I never was. I never have been.”

Sanji swallowed hard, unable to move, unable to breathe.

Moxie took a step closer. “I’ve loved you for five whole years, Sanji.” The words spilled from her like a flood, like a dam breaking after holding back an ocean’s worth of longing. “Five years, and not a single day passed that I didn’t think of you.”

Sanji’s lips parted slightly, his eyes searching hers, desperate and vulnerable.

“I never forgot you,” she continued, her voice breaking. “Not once. Not ever. I still have the handkerchief you gave me when I was crying at the Baratie. I kept it all this time, folded neatly, like it was the most precious thing I owned. Because it was.”

Sanji’s breath shuddered.

“I loved you then,” Moxie whispered, her fingers trembling. “I loved you when you were just a waiter, kind to a girl who thought no one would ever care about her. I loved the boy who handed me that handkerchief and told me that I deserved kindness. And I love you now.”

Her voice wavered, thick with something raw, something unfiltered.

“I see you every night in my dreams, Sanji,” she admitted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I long to kiss you. I long to be with you. And every night, I reach for you, hoping that somehow, somehow, you might be reaching back.”

Sanji’s heart pounded in his chest, his whole body frozen in place.

“I love you so much it hurts.” Moxie’s voice cracked, her lips quivering. “And I’m so, so scared that you’ve moved on from me—that you could never want me as much as I want you.”

She looked up at him then, eyes full of desperation, full of a love so deep it could drown the entire sea.

“Sanji,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you—please, love me back!”

Sanji exhaled sharply, his entire body trembling.

And then, slowly, tears welled in his eyes.

They slipped down his cheeks, glistening in the moonlight, unrestrained, unguarded. He didn’t wipe them away. He didn’t care.

Because in that moment, standing beneath the stars, looking at the woman who had just poured her entire heart into his hands—he knew.

He had never loved anyone more.

He had never wanted anyone more.

With all the tenderness in the world, Sanji stepped forward, his hands shaking as he reached out and cupped her face. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in existence.

“Moxie-Moon,” he whispered, voice thick with overwhelming emotion.

Tears slipped down his face, but his smile—small, raw, full of love—never wavered.

“How can I not?”

Moxie let out a choked breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, gripping him like she would fall apart if she let go.

And then, with no hesitation left between them, Sanji pulled her into his arms.

She melted into him, burying herself in his warmth, clutching him as if afraid he would disappear. His arms wrapped around her tightly, like he was afraid of the same thing.

The world around them ceased to exist. There was only the sound of their uneven breaths, the quiet trembling of their bodies against each other, the weight of five years of longing finally lifting.

Sanji pressed his lips against her temple, lingering there, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against her back. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured. “So, so long.”

Moxie squeezed her eyes shut, pressing herself closer to him. “Then don’t let go.”

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, pressing a kiss to her hair, his embrace tightening.

“Never,” he promised.

Hey everyone! I finally wrote the confession fic like I promised! Thank you all so much for supporting my ship—it truly means the world to me. I know I say it a lot, but I genuinely appreciate it.

Also, I’ve decided not to tag anyone in my writing posts moving forward—I’d like to keep them tag-free!

Now, time to give credit for the amazing artwork featured in the fic. The stunning banner art was created by @grubcakes, and the breathtaking scene art was drawn by @tobysetagawa! The moment I saw their work, I just knew I had to write a fic based on it! Hehe.

Hope you all enjoy it! 💖

[konpeitonom]

hii can u do mw characters hallucinating their dead partner??:3thx btw love ur posts

tulpar crew hallucinating their dead partners.

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

g/n reader (i think) — content warning for self harm/substance abuse.. so sorry!!

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; i was super excited to do this request! finally got around to doing it. sorry if this a wee bit inaccurate, i’ve never had severe hallucinations like what im portraying here but i tried my best anyway. take this as a happy 100+ follower celebration! never written for all the cast before so this was really fun. i don’t rlly like this haha but hopefully u guys do

curly

— i’d break him. and i think he wouldn’t be able to work properly as captain if they were frequent. and he’d feel a lot of guilt about that. everyone’s counting on him, he can’t be so hung up on the past.

— would confide in jimmy about it, and jimmy would make some comment about he’s not fit to work if he’s seeing hallucinations of his dead partner- maybe even shame him a little..

— i’d freak him out every time i’d happen. he’d have to leave the room if someone else was there, to go cry somewhere private.

— he already has issues sleeping, but i’d make it much worst. which would only make the hallucinations worst. he can never catch a break..

— he knows he’d never get over your passing, especially if it was tragic/something he could’ve prevented- but he didn’t think he’d go crazy like this.

jimmy

— he would be pissed, seriously. he’d go mad. he’d resort to drinking or self harm if it was possible.

— i only say self harm as a.. he’d stand right in front of you, cut himself and say stuff like.. “you wanted this, right? is that why you’re here? came back to fucking haunt me?”

— he’s completely scummy, and would start blaming you. his view of you would be completely tainted. but then would start feeling upset about how he’s ruined even the image of you.

— to ground himself, he’d just look at old pictures- maybe look at your old clothes if he got the chance. he doesn’t wanna ruin you, but he does. even in death, you can’t run from him.

— all around a mess. haha. he’s confused, maybe a little scared- but still selfish old jimmy..

— i mean, death is regular. it happens. people he’s known, been close to, have died. but for him to be seeing you? and so vividly too? that’s not normal, not at all.

anya

— anya would find a lot of comfort in it. she knows it isn’t healthy, but she can’t help but maybe enjoy it a little. it’s nice to know you’re always there, even if it’s just her mind playing tricks on her.

— i think the first time it happened, she’s very quick to pull herself together. and then she’s very self aware of what’s happening.

— i think she’d feel a lot of guilt.. you’ve passed, and you should rest easy- and here she is still clinging onto the past. you’d be upset if you saw her like this, which is the only reason she’d try to push it away.

— still though.. she can’t help it. you look so real, and who’s it hurting? it’s not hurting her, that’s for sure. it makes her happy.

— would do anything to feel your presence once more, maybe staring at your photo as she cuddles with a pillow.. purposely not sleeping, so the chances of her hallucinating you are higher..

swansea

— like jimmy, he’d go crazy. mentally, he’s struggled before, but not to the extent where he’s seeing vivid images of you. i’d scare the shit out of him.

— would.. likely delve back into alcoholism. what’s the point of being sober if his spouse isn't alive? not like they’ll know anyway. he’d feel maybe a bit of guilt but not enough to stop.

— he would not be able to work properly. maybe only with daisuke, as he knows he can’t break down infront of some kid. he’s old enough to know how to hold himself together.

— maybe similar to anya, there’s slight feelings of comfort. but he can’t do that to you, so he tries his best to move the fuck on over it.

daisuke

— he’d be scared, severely. as the youngest of the crew, he’s constantly hearing things about how life is only gonna get worse as you grow older.. and he thinks, ‘there’s things worse than hallucinating my dead partner in store for me?’

— would try to push through it. put on a happy face in front of his co-workers and parents, as you sit there in the back of his mind.

— he wouldn’t know what to do. he doesn’t wanna bother anyone, doesn’t wanna be a burden. he wants people to look at him and think highly of him, not pity him.

— spends a lot of his free time just.. laying in bed. distracting himself with his hobbies and interests no longer works as he can’t bring himself to care.

— he’d draw often, i think. mostly you. only because he knows how upset you’d be if you found out he’d given up drawing.

[blaire-apricity]

Ransom and Chocolate Cakes

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ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : POV: You decided to kidnap a certain mechanical crow

ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : short fiction, soft, fluff & possible OOC

ᯓ❅ ┆ credits & prompt┆ : original author & original post

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It was just an ordinary day for Sylus—at least, for him. He sat propped against the headboard of his bed, one hand holding a book while the other adjusted his glasses. The manor was eerily quiet, with neither the twins nor his mechanical bird in sight, though he found the silence liberating. It was a rare break from the usual noise that filled the halls.

The soft buzz of his phone disrupted the stillness. Without much thought, he reached for it from the bedside table, glancing at the caller ID. A small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw who it was.

Before he could say anything, her voice broke through—pouty, with an unmistakable air of mischief but no real threat behind it. “I’ve kidnapped Mephisto,” she announced, sounding almost rehearsed.

A raspy chuckle escaped him, more of a scoff than a laugh. "Is there a reason you’ve kidnapped Mephisto, sweetie?" he asked, closing his book and placing it in his lap, now fully invested in the conversation.

“I demand a ransom,” she replied, her voice slightly muffled, as if she were cuddling something soft—a pillow or a plushie, he imagined. “Chocolate cake and snuggles. If you want him back unharmed, you’d better come over soon.”

Sylus shook his head, already piecing together the cause of her sudden demands. With a swipe on his phone, he checked the calendar before returning it to his ear. “Did your period start today?” he asked knowingly.

There was a pause. “… No,” she finally replied, but the delay and tone gave her away and it only made Sylus smile wider, totally unconvinced.

He chuckled again, entertained by her antics. “Alright, I’ll be right over. Just make sure Mephisto stays alive for me, sweetie.”

“Okay,” she answered, her voice followed by a quick shuffling sound as if she stood up to check on something. “Mephisto’s fine. He’s eating popcorn and watching Hallmark Christmas movies with me.”

Sylus hummed in amusement. There was another moment of quiet before she spoke up again, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Can mechanical crows even eat? Is he allowed to have popcorn?”

A smirk touched his lips. “Not exactly.”

“Oh… shoot,” she muttered under her breath, likely glancing worriedly at the bird now pecking at the popcorn she’d made.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt him. I’ll be there in twenty minutes, and I’ll bring every type of chocolate cake you can dream of,” Sylus reassured, standing up, preparing to leave and rescue his mechanical crow from the whims of his mischievous kitten.

“…Okay...” she trailed off, her voice softer, almost hesitant, and it made him pause. He waited, knowing she wasn’t done. After a few seconds, she added, “…Can you also rub my tummy? Your hands make a good heating pad.”

Her tone was almost sheepish, and Sylus couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Yes, sweetie. I’ll rub your stomach—and anything else you need. See you soon."

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╰｡ Author's Note: Before anyone lunges at me, I've gotten permission from the author themselves, giving me a go signal to create an inspired piece of their original prompt. •`ヮ´• So I went ahead and did one! Credits are above, both their Tumblr link and the post they wonderfully created! Thank you once again, @missaengg! ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

Yes, I know I've stated it a while ago, I had a sudden burst of motivation and I finished it within 3 hours and in one sitting- HAHA

[skzoologist]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I have a request kinda, Okay hear me out I just my signed album the other day and I got chans signature 🤯 ( I'm still in disbelief... Like is this real life 🥲) anyway its got me thinking how the boys would act. With how much they like bae how would they act to receive his autograph. I feel like since their all in the same group no one would really think about it until their signing autographs for the albums, and person A says that some Stays are gonna be lucky to receive bae's autograph and then person B is like actually I have it and starts to brag about it. Then the chaos would ensues 😈 and or something completely different 😅 but after they have it how would they act??

word count: ~1.3

warnings: none

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho dear, good to see you again! I was worried something happened with how you disappeared. But oh my god, congratulations on your album! I'm astounded, just, wow. 🤯 Can't imagine ever holding one in my hands, you're so lucky! I would probably freak out like a certain weasel in this request, haha. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy reading it! 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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With every release of a new album came the time for the idols to sign some of them, letting a few lucky fans get their hands on one. It had always been a fun activity for the band, having some leisure time that they could calmly spend in each others’ presence and simply chat or joke around. They would usually film it as well, or at least a part of it, eager to provide even more content to their beloved fans, showing them every single side of themselves, not just the one they showed up on the brightly lit stages.

Bae liked whenever it came to signing the albums, because with how focused most of the members became, the air around them quieted, letting the male soak in their silent presence. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them in all their loud glory, but sometimes his ears and mind needed a bit of an escape, if he wanted to retain the remains of his sanity at the very least.

The cover of one of their NOEASY albums greeted him, the black paper smooth under his slender fingers. With practised ease and carefulness, he lifted the first few pages, finding the perfect place for his signature. The black marker in his right hand rose, its mission now crystal clear. The lines formed on the hot pressed paper, touching each other at the correct places and curving into that familiar symbol he always placed into his signatures. He started implementing the little crystal star into it years ago, the fans absolutely loving it along with the other members.

Speaking of which, they had all been relatively silent as they sat in their seats, as expected. Only light chatter left their lips, a few of the answers even taking up to a minute or two to arrive. Bae merely hummed when he was dragged into the conversations, not wishing to disturb this rare moment. He even sneaked in a few glances at the others while taking a quick break, warmth dancing in his eyes as he watched them, adoration filling his entire being.

Felix once caught his gaze, breaking out in a wide smile in response and lighting up the whole room with his bright presence alone. Bae swore the room actually became brighter and it wasn’t just his eyes playing tricks on him. The quiet idol watched his little sunshine finish signing the album he’d started on and close it, the marker now left alone on the table as the male walked towards him. Not knowing what the boy’s plan was, Bae silently observed, only a small head tilt indicating his slight confusion.

It didn’t surprise him when Felix stopped behind him, tiny fingers carding through long, black strands that were dusted with a tinge of strawberry blonde at their ends. The digits were careful in their fluid movements, twisting the locks in different directions, never tangling them up or ripping even one out accidentally. The notion was so soothing that Bae couldn’t help but let out a silent sigh, eyes closed in temporary bliss.

“Aw man, the fans who get your signed albums are gonna be so lucky.” - Jisung whined out, successfully breaking Bae out of his cosy headspace and stealing his attention. “Don’t even say it, I’m jealous just by the thought itself.” - Hyunjin replied, huffing in annoyance as he glimpsed at their pouting quokka. “Yah, don’t say that, STAY will think you don’t like them!” - Chan laughed out, amused eyes now watching the scene unfold after a quick glance at the still recording camera. “We DO, but still, it’s unfair they can have Bae’s signed albums and not us!” - even Changbin hopped into this circus, making everyone roll their eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

Felix’s giggles broke everyone’s bickering and sulking voices, garnering everyone’s attention as he just calmly continued now braiding Bae’s long hair, the strands weaving into each other and creating beautiful waves of midnight and sunset.

“You can just ask him to sign yours later, chill.” - he said, the atmosphere turning silent, as if a pane of ice had been dropped onto the ground, shattering, leaving everyone speechless in its place.

It took them a solid minute to boot back up, their system having done a quick reset. Seungmin and Jeongin just snorted meanwhile, amused by the stupidity of their hyungs. Minho wasn’t far behind, opting to silently watch it with a knowing grin.

“What do you mean?” - Jisung asked, disbelief heavily dripping from each syllable. “I mean exactly what I said? What, none of you asked Bae hyung for his signature before…?” - Felix replied, confusion clearly displayed as he tilted his head, hands stilling in the otter’s hair. “You mean, we could have asked him for it? Just like that?” - it was Changbin this time, hands firmly planted on the table, already halfway to fully standing up from his poor, knocked back chair. “...Yes? What? Don’t tell me you guys haven’t been asking him to sign all his photocards and albums?” “Felix, I am so honest when I say I love you, but I’m stealing all of them.” “What, Bin hyung NO-” “I agree. I’ll help steal them and we split them evenly.” “Sungie, you too?!?”

Bae watched the two chase Felix around, all the while Hyunjin was left freaking out in his chair, acting as if his entire soul had just left his body. Chan was shaking his head tiredly, but you could see he enjoyed it as well from the light smile dancing on his lips and the slight crease in his eyes. Minho grabbed a snack and happily munched on it, loving the show maybe a bit too much. Bae swore the man thrived on chaos, something that was both impressive and fear-inducing. The two youngest reveled in the situation the most maybe, openly laughing as Felix had been caught and held down, the quokka and dwaekki not granting him any mercy.

Not wanting to suddenly become a group of 8, the tallest member stood up with a silent sigh and a fond smile, ruffling a still dramatically unmoving weasel’s hair on his way as he walked towards the roughhousing trio.

“I’ll sign your guys’ stuff too, just let Lix go.”

The speed at which Jisung and Changbin turned towards his direction was worrying, a miracle none of them got whiplash in the first place. There was a dangerous glint in their eyes, telling of a hunger and determination that had Bae take a step back, right into someone’s chest.

“You’ll sign all my stuff first, right?” - Hyunjin’s voice brushed against his ear, toned arms circling around his waist and cutting off his only escape route.

“Hey, no fair, I want him to sign my stuff first!” “NO, MINE, I’M OLDER SO I SHOULD COME FIRST!” “DUDE, who cares, I love him more, so I come first!”

The bickering and shouting merely strengthened with each passing second, the trio at the centre of it all. Somehow amongst it all Felix and Chan joined in as well, the remaining three just watching in amusement and making sure the camera recorded every single moment from the best angle.

Amidst all that was Bae, caged in Hyunjin’s arms, forced to hear everything and be passed around like a child’s toy, everyone arguing about who loved him more. His arms hurt as they were grabbed and dragged into opposite directions, his skin flushed in embarrassment, the hue only darkening with each shouted declaration of love.

Maybe signing albums wasn’t as peaceful as he had thought before.

[mostlymilkwood]

The old year is dead. Long live the new year. Tell us about some stuff you liked in 2024 (music, TV, movies, cool things you did, whatever!) and some stuff you're looking forward to in 2025

Happy new year! I continue to love yuri!! (and also... sonic the hedgehog... which has yuri in it now so really lucked out there)

2024 saw the end of one of my fav new(er) manga to come out recently, Monthly in the Garden with My Landlord! It really crept up on me for how much I've ended up liking it but dang, what a good ride! Sad to see it go but I'll defo keep up with the author's future works!

I've been doing a lot of catch up this year as there are plenty of longer running series' I just hadn't dug into, such as How Do We Relationship? Delicious in Dungeon and This Monster Wants to Eat Me.

Delicious in Dungeon is now so easily in my top 5 favorite manga of all time. Love the group dynamic, love the funniest morally grey elf Marcille Donato, love that its doesn't feel like it drags or goes too quick within its 14 volumes, just love it!! Also wild to see so much Farcille merch in the artist alley this year, it felt like every other table had something and I can't really think of another f/f pairing that's hit that level within the con circuit merch scene. It was a lovely to see!

On the more textual yuri side of thing: How Do We Relationship? Oh geez, of man, and what god damn read! It took me a few volumes to really get into it but the reveal that it's not “story about what happens after you start dating someone” but is actually “a story about what happens after you breakup with someone” is devastatingly good!

Rip to all the college yuri I'll read going forward because every one of them is going to be compared to HDWR, its set the new standard for me haha. It was so good I had to go and buy the whole thing in print as soon as I finished.

Speaking of which, this year I went back to buying manga in print and I'm really glad I committed to that! At first it was more a reaction to the waves of delisting we've seen but It was a lot of fun hunting down deals to populate the Yuri Tower. This corner of my room now legit makes me smile when I look at it, even if I'm going to have to work out how to fit more books on there soon.

(if you're a UK book/comic/manga buyer than I rec scifier.com and worldofbooks.com, they have good prices and if you google for discount codes you can always grab one that's at least 5-10% off)

On the video game side of things I played an old SNES RPG called Eternal Filiana and was sooo charmed by it. The game is based on a 80s light novel that is very much influenced by Lady Oscar's popularity at the time, having its own protag also be a blonde haired women who was raised as a man for plot reasons.

The part that was most interesting to me though was that the André to Filena's Oscar ended up being a woman she marries within the first 30 mins of the game. Filena and Lila can be a bit goofy in the games (b-b-but we're both women??) but they still have some legit sweet moments and having watched the OVA first, which is tries to take itself more seriously, I now have a real fondness for the pair. Here's to the first married yuri couple!

And finally... Sonic. It's been another good year for Sonic! The comics continue to be a fun read and I really liked Sonic X Shadow Generations despite being apathetic toward Shadow lol. He was good in it though and all his levels ripped! Great game! Third film also fun! Very excited by the characters who show up in the stinger :) I also got into making custom figure with my brother this year so that's been a fun hobby for us to do together.

and that's it!! I mean there were other things I played and read, places I went to but whatever!! the post is long enough!!

For 2025 I'm looking forward to the anime of This Monster Want To Eat Me and suuuuper looking forward to The Moon on a Rainy Night! I need them to break the yuri anime of curse of having trash budgets though..... we cannot have another Whisper Me a Love Song situation..... AND WE WONT!! IM MANIFESTING GOOD THINGS!!

[abbeyofcyn]

Big ask collection time

@asion-artista93 I expect to update phantom pain today although I have to speed draw because I slacked off all week.... anyhow I want to update every week on Fridays!

@kiku91 it is definitely aesthetics only and also inspired but his outfit in the series. I just like my Donnie to give into his bad boy persona

@mikey-rottmnt vfty can't tag why uhm anyhow you mean this future Donnie?

Unfortunately the hoodie isn't real...I too suffer knowing I can't buy it :'(

@sk3tch-rottmnt

1. RIP Leo and his mental wall that's about to break

2. Probably not... well, physically he's fine. For now.

@extratmnt hehe Christmas theme. Couldn't resist

@ anonymous uhm well...I might’ve actually closed any other social media I posted my art on...I guess I could show some other stuff in a post, but it's pretty much all now than a year old haha

Can't tag you idk why but yes Mikey floof!!!

@icequeenabby aaah thank you! Hehe I was having fun drawing it especially the Krang Donnie

@ anonymous Oh he was definitely bullied by his brothers

@sloppy-syrup cass and tapa???? I'm honoured sryvjii. Also I don't mind you referencing my art but I don't think it's the best choice haha I'm still learning 🙈

@ anonymous and @lucatea I hope to answer these in phantom pain!

@ anonymous aaah thank you <3

@ anonymous uhm well... she fights in the battle nexus. She upgraded her own weapon with two functions. One she calls solar eclipse that emits a very dark smoke cloud and one that's called moonlight and temporarily blinds her opponents. She's very competitive but doesn't mind losing if her opponent wins because of great skills and quick thinking. (She loaths cheaters and people who 'let' her win). She is actually pretty sweet but enjoys teasing others and doesn't hold back when in a competition (this includes board games and such). She is often straight to the point and honest about what she feels which can come across as rude to some. She doesn't care though.

@ anonymous thank you for taking the time to read it <3

@ anonymous aaah that seems painful! I guess the worst cases were getting my earrings stuck in the others hair, bumping into glasses and my neck getting bent because the one hugging me was too tall

I can definitely imagine them having some hug issues especially with their shells hehe

[the-s1lly-corner]

Heyy me again so about the creepypasta thing, I just wondered if you can do Ben drowned with a gen z reader platonically? It's okay if your uncomfortable doing it ><

Ben drowned x gen z!reader (platonic!)

not uncomfortable at all! love that im getting ben drowned requests since i enjoy him a lot and kind of want to write for him more; just strictly platonic ..which reminds me, i need to draw him again soon! gonna answer this then take a break and get back to requests yipe!

admin is still sold on the idea of ben being confined to electronics most of the time so i can easily see him gaining access to your devices so he can pester you whenever he wants; though this may get a little annoying since youre... well still alive! you have a life

whether or not the reader is a creepypasta themselves or is a normal person is up to you! i think both can work, though i must say the idea of the reader being just some random person is really funny. like can you imagine? you get some haunted virus but the ghost is chill an you guys become friends

i do think ben can only mess with devices, i dont think he can mess with like. any internet browser stuff.... which segways me to my next idea; the og creepypasta came out in 2010, majoras mask came out in 2000, so putting it in the middle lets say ben died in 2005.. bro has missed a lot. youre going to have to fill him in on a lot of stuff, and boy let me tell you hes going to be going nuts

tell him about the new legend of zelda games. i think he would be hyped. throwing admins hc of ben being sick and tired of LOZ due to being trapped in the game out the window, admin needs this boy to get joyous!

he probably pesters you and asks you about the dumbest shit, does it on purpose because he thinks its funny

sometimes you guys play video games together, bro is absolutely astounded by how far games have come since he passed away. i think he would go insane over five nights at freddys. fill him in on the lore

going back on the video game stuff and playing together, just know that hes going to break the game and cheat + hes a sore loser, soooooooo...

do you think sometimes he comes and tries to spend time with you more and more over time because hes been stuck for years and hasnt really had many people to talk to? like yeah hes an angry spirit, but even angry spirits deserve friends!!!

ponders

probably messes with you by messing with your recordings if youre trying to make a video/tiktok/reel/what have you

probably interjects his own texts into your posts, never really says anything harmful, just messes with spelling or adds dumb messages

honestly its not your SM account/blog, its yalls shared account/blog now/j

stuck with old 2000s humor but i think he would absolutely love present day humor and how unhinged its gotten, though quick warning hes going to start quoting stuff

definitely quotes the sticking out your gyatt thing, hes going to drive you insane with it and hes going to laugh at you

do not play roblox tycoons with him hes going to bully small children

you guys play a horror game together on roblox and you can hear him freaking out through the speakers (likely using an old device for him so youre not fighting for control over one device)

absolutely DEVASTED when you tell him club penguin shut down

just know hes punching the metaphorical wall

on the rare chance ben is able to pull himself into the real world for a brief period of time, you guys probably do the same stuff hes just physically there for a short time!

make him touch grass while hes out, bro hasnt touched grass in nearly 20 years. this isnt even a haha "hes chronically online" joke, he hasnt actually touched grass in years due to circumstances

closing this with a hit of angst that made me go :( but imagine that it starts out as you guys being around the same age (well... close enough, since ben doesnt age anymore due to being a ghost) but overtime, you obviously grow up and have less and less time for him and :(

like owie

"what happened to us? we used to be best friends?" audio but its you two SOBS AND CRIES

[leftshoeuntied]

Hey team!

Just wanted to give a heads up I think I might post a quick Stardew valley blurb real quick if people are okay with it. Ive been playing it non stop recently and it’s just stuck in my brain rn haha but I actually took a lowkey break from all of tumblr for a bit which I think was nice, but I’m happy to have written something new again.

I’m still enjoying the COD world but for some reason I’ve had such bad writers block with all of the characters for the past couple of months and it was nice to just write something again even if it’s not for what I usually write for, and I hope this will give me some more ideas to get back into COD writing and the confidence to write for other fandoms I’m part of without having to make a whole new page for it. So I hope that’s okay with y’all 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫡

[floufli]

Admit It

Chapter 3: Abduction (4.5k)

Summary:

Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.

Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.

Tags:

Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, mature language and reference, Reader has the same arms thingies as Miguel, WILL BECOME MINOR NON FRIENDLY QUICK SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE,trauma, rape mentioned, future tags,

MasterList

Chap: (1) (2)

Author notes:

Okay so first of all sorry for the loongggg ass pause, my brain just dropped the Miguel hyperfixation all of a sudden. And to add salt to the wound this has been ready for almost 2 weeks but the moment I said I was gonna post it my Internet said “haha no❤️”. So no Internet for me for at least a few months (;=;)👍.

Anyway hope you enjoy the chap if you’re still reading this, I was trying something but I cringed so hard I had to rewrite the chap a few times.

Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously

"Situation?" Miguel talked through his gobber, Jessica's hologram staring back at him. He didn't like the fact that he wasn't there when new recruits were brought in, but his duties as this dimension's Spider-Man had been left unattended for too long, and now it came back to bite him in his ass.

He was now heading to the HQ, swinging and climbing on the building while still remaining focused on the hologram of his subordinate.

"It went pretty well if you asked me." The woman said, her pose visibly relaxed." We did the usual explanation thingy just without you present but she assimilate everything pretty quickly I think. She didn't ask many questions either." She noted, at this point, she knew she was just telling him things without any real importance, as she knew he would verify himself everything that she said.

"Good." He responded coldly. that day of work had completely drained him, and he only wanted one thing: to take a shower and sleep until sunrise.

But he knew he couldn't, he just brought those fucking villains to the police and still had a lot of work left at the HQ, he didn't even know if he would be able to leave for the night.

"And you Miguel, everything's alright? You said you would be out for a few hours but half a day isn't typically your definition of 'a few hours'?" Her question was legitimate, he almost never left for this amount of time without saying explicitly for how many hours or days he would be gone. But this time he had gotten surprised by the amount of work he had to do in the city in order to keep everything going.

"Everything's okay Jessica, you can go back now, I'll handle the rest." He said looking away from her as he stepped inside the HQ's building. He stepped inside the main hall at ease, it was like his second home after all the time he had spent here. As he made his way toward the main elevator, he noticed the lack of the usual buzz signaling him the end of the discussion. He pulled his fist back up and unsurprisingly was met by Jessica’s silent stare, looking at him like a disappointed mother.

“Do you have something more to add Jess?” He asked unbothered by her attitude, she would sometimes act like this on purpose, keeping what she had in mind to herself and making him near beg to get some info about what was bugging her.

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"Take a break, Miguel, you know you need to. You're gonna go far if you continue like that. We can't lose you."

And just like that, the call ended, with him still staring blankly at his wrist while he ascended to the higher floors. A frown slowly took over his features as his arms came back to his side. A break? It's not like he purposefully avoided any kind of breaks he just simply have the time to. Taking a break for him wasn't like any other Spider taking one, no, he had the responsibility of both his dimension and the multiverse along with the lives of thousands of Spiders.

He would take a break when his own responsibilities would allow him to.

Letting out yet another heavy breath, he quickly made his way out of the elevator as it finally reached its designed floor. Knowing the entire layout of the building like the back of his own hand, he made his way quickly across the Spiders still present, even considering the darkness started to grow outside. Multiple dimensions automatically meant various time-zone for each, given the exact same place it could be just the morning in one while late afternoon in the other. This caused the building to almost never be left empty, which helped any concern about the security of said building if he was absent.

He was now only a few minutes away from his 'office' if he could call it so since it didn't bear the traditional aspect of one. His mind was still full of today's work he would have to spend the night to finish due to his incapacity to catch some low-cost thugs quickly. He walked by Margo's desk, greeting her briefly as he could easily see she was already occupied doing multiple things at once in this dimension as well as her own, like always.

He ignored the nasty looks he got from the prisoners in their narrow cells, sigh remaining focused ahead as he walked. The image of his ‘work home’ grew larger in the distance and with it the until-then-postponed stress that always made its way to him, no matter how often he repeated the same things over and over.

Except this time was a bit different, as he walked into the comfortably lit place just enough for others to see easily but dark enough not to damage his retinas, soft led allowing a light glow into the space, he felt something odd. His eye focused on every item in sight, trying to find something to explain the weird feeling that came over him.

Even after letting his gaze wander around for a few seconds, he hadn’t spotted anything out of the ordinary. Deciding to brush off the feeling, thinking it was once again caused by his lack of recent sleep, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself before going to work.

Except this seemed to have the completely opposite effect on him. Instead of cooling himself down in the familiar scent of his place, he was met by an even if weak, sweet scent that short-circuited his line of thought. His breath hitched at the fragrance, unused to such a scent entering his system by now. He couldn’t put a finger on a word to define it, it wasn’t like anything he had ever encountered before. No, this seemed sweetly addictive, just powerful enough despite its obvious fading.Leaving him craving for more.

Too caught up in the sudden smell, trying to process it while discovering its source, he missed the way his own breathing slowly became heavy, panting being the now proper term to describe his current self. If he could see himself in a mirror he would probably be embarrassed by the state he was in, mouth slightly open as if to actually taste the air he was surrounded by, pupils dilated, totally engulfing the natural red tint of his irises. He could even feel his fangs starting to grow, their tips gently tickling his lips.

His back was tense, as the rest of his frozen body, seemingly lost deeply into the fragrance, enough that he simply stop walking and stop in the middle of his office, breathing deeply.

"MIGGY YOU'RE BACKKKKKKK~~~!!!" His AI assistant suddenly yelled into his face, merely inches away. He jumped at the way he was abruptly forced to come back to reality. Eyes quickly blinking at the bright face in front of his own, he tried to calm himself and remain composed. What had happened to him to have this kind of reaction? He didn't know but he was mostly sure it wasn't something a night of sleep couldn't cure. Too bad he would most likely not get any sleep today.

"Hi, Layla." He replied with a sharpness to his voice as he slid his hand over his face, to both wake himself up and try to get the scent off of him. It helped, at least for now, and he quickly focused his attention back on his assistant.

"So, how was today?" He asked with uninterested eyes, already used to the boring reports he was met with every day now.

"Oh, you know the usual, a few anomalies here and there, today has been quite a furnish day." He only groaned in acknowledgment while he made his way to his station, his eyes already searching through the holograms depicted to find any important information.

"And the new recruit, you know the one from that dimension? Yeah well, she came with Gwen and Jess like you said, and my my~~~" He brought his eyes back to her blinking form just to hear about that new member of their society, but almost regretted it immediately judging by the eyes she was giving him.

"What?" He said unamused, his body still facing the holograms whilst only his head faced her, eyebrows raised in confusion.His arms fell back onto his sides as he glared at her. He could feel the amusement practically oozing from her form.

"Well, you could have told me she was basically the opposed gender version of you Miggy~~" She teased, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head at her absurdness.

"She got the fangs and everything~" She flickered to his right. " A perfect carbon copy."

He almost wanted to rip that grin from her face, but he couldn't. He should've made her a solid form for this kind of occasion.

"Your point?" He said, gaze going back to the displays. it seemed this conversation was already doomed before it even started. She must have had a stupid idea and convinced her that teasing him about it for who knows how much longer would make her day. The headache that left him just moments prior seemed to come back full force at her nonsense.

"My point..." She waited for him to look at her once more, but when he simply ignored her, she chose to continue her plan.

" Is that she would be a perfect match.<3"

His entire frame looked rock solid from the moment the words escaped her, tension rising immediately around the two. She could see the way he tried to maintain his claw and fangs retracted while attempting to calm himself down. Just enough to shut her down she was sure.

Too soon it seems…

When their eyes met again, her brown eyes faced the dangerous tint of blood-red iris, if she could shudder she most likely would have. But since she couldn’t she just floated there, smiling kindly at her boss, as if she didn't just sign her death warrant. The only noise around was the snaping of the railing that bore the display's projectors, causing them to flicker for an instant. With a quick glance she saw her boss’s hand almost ripping the whole thing off while he tried to stay calm.

"You should get out before I lose my temper, Lyla." He warned, his fangs shining brightly into the dim lighting, furthering his intimidating tone.

But she knew he couldn't do anything to her, even in those kinds of moments when his DNA seemed to take over him.

So she held his glare for a few more seconds before backing down, as if nothing had happened. Closing her eyes, she flickered away to give him time to calm himself before coming back to the real subject of today.

"She seems strong enough to enter the rank if you asked me, as well as both Jess and Gwen, without her it would've been way messier to bring those anomalies back to where they belonged after all." The sound of slowly calming breathing was the only thing she was met by.

"Like you asked she got her Gizmo and went through 'the explaining thing'" She paused for a moment before murmuring to herself in a fond voice. " I almost thought she was going to bawl her eyes out in front of everybody when she learned what happened."

His back tensed again, okay maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.

"Anyhow, she took it all like a champ and went back to her dimension. We told her to keep the Gizmo on at all times and that we will contact her soon enough." She finished going back next to Miguel when she noticed his lack of agitation.

"But you must already know all that from Jess so I'm just repeating."

She acted like she was looking at her nails while she subtly eyed the screen he was facing, even if she already knew what he was gazing so fondly at. It was the only thing that seemed to effectively calm him down after all.

His lack of response was enough for her to know what to do next. She had tried her luck enough for the day, retreating now was the best decision to make for both their sake.

"I'm just gonna head out if you don't need me~~," She said as she quickly flickered off, leaving him with the all too well-known images of that young girl.

It was now well into the night, but that didn't prevent the IA assistant from suddenly appearing before the frame of her boss, deep into a soudless slumber. Her holograms hovered silently over the body of her creator, a neutral expression painted on her two-dimensional face, unlike her usual cheerful smile despite some serious situations.

Her eyes landed on the tired bags below his own, the traces of stress and worry still very much visible on his sleeping complexion. It was easy to spot the tension on his jaw as he clenched it tight, still unable to fully relax even in his sleep. His brows formed a small frow that she almost thought to be cute before remembering what the man was surely going through right now.

Bad dreams for him since that event had become normality, a simple fact that would happen no matter what he tried to get rid of them, and as his digital assistant, there wasn't so much she could do to help besides advising him. Which he most of the time chose to ignore, deciding to once again overload himself with work.

She closed all the tabs currently opened with a swing of her hand, after making sure that the work had been correctly saved. He would kill her if she mistakenly deleted his night's worth of work.

The place was now much darker, except for the background neon and its soft glow.

Looking back at him, she almost regretted not having a physical body, as she wasn't able to so much as put a blanket to keep him warm in this cold-ass room. Quickly dismissing the silly thought, she turned away from him to let him rest. He will definitely scold her after realizing she let him sleep through work but she knew he would nonetheless appreciate the sleep.

As she traveled into the building network to find tasks yet to be completed by other Spiders, she thought back to the woman they had just welcomed into their rank and her boss.

He can say everything he wants but from what I saw when they both entered this room they did seem ready to fuck each other on the spot if they could've. I wonder if it's because of both their modified genes, no other Spiders reacted this strongly to the scent of strangers... They usually do that with a partner...

How much effort would it take to make them fall for each other? I will talk to Jess and Peter when they come back. Hihi~~ They will be as exacted as me on this I'm sure~~

You tried to break free, you really did, but your strength seemed comparable to an ant fighting against a bear against the grip the tall man had on your forearm. Water quickly gathered in your eyes, stinging and making you go slowly blind as your whole body attempted to break free from the deadly hold.

"LET ME GO!!" You yelled from just above the ground, feet scrapping the floor in an attempt to slow your progress down. The sound of the heavy steps of the man, your first sobs, and your worn shoes dragging along the floor echoed dreadfully in your ears. You had tried to bite, scratch, punch your way out but nothing had worked. The arm that had you trapped was now bloody and bruised and despite that, the man didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Determined to bring you to wherever you were both indubitably heading, against your best efforts.

The world around you was small as you walked through seemingly never-ending corridors, only lit by blinking and old light every few meters. The humidity of the alley left no doubts in your mind that this place had been abandoned for years now and nobody would find you if something were to happen today.

"Just let me.." You struggled with all the strength you had left against his grip, making your entire frame shake for the desperate movements. "let ME GO- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!DAMNIT!"

Your free hand desperately punched and tried to free your other from him, but to no avail, and you almost went completely numb as the situation finally downed onto you. You gasped as you tries to get free slowly came to a halt, your body stopping completely, as your eyes grew wide and you stumbled on your feet, still being carried away.

You had no way out, you could do anything to make as much as make him look your way went your tried to break free. You were like a child being forced to follow their parent along a predestined path, unable to break the hold despite your many tries. Only following blindly like a boneless doll.

A new emotion took over your mind immediately after the realization- numbness. Acceptation. You wouldn't get out of here, so why bother struggling anyway? Whatever you would try or not, you didn't compete with the pure mass of muscles the man holding you was…if you were lucky he was just going to kill you.

Your body fell down, unable to stand without the will on your part. If it wasn't for your arms still firmly held, you would have fallen face-first into the dirty concrete floor. Your knees hurt as you were dragged along the never-ending path by the man. You could hear the fabrics of your pant slowing giving away because of the never stopping scrapping. But you couldn't bring yourself to care enough. Why would you care about some pants? Knowing your luck they would most likely be torn off in no time the moment you would reach your destination.

Your other, free hand twitched as it was too dragged along the rhythmic steps of the man, but you could gather the strength to keep it off the floor. Even as you felt your irritated skin starting to break away because of the dragging, your mind didn't let you feel the sting of pain that should follow. Blocking every reason that would pull you out of your protective trance.

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"Ahh finally~~ I thought you got lost in the tunnels~~ Did you bring the one I specifically asked for??" A feminine voice squealed as your body entered a brightly lit room. With eyes still looking blankly at the floor, your face didn't show the slightest discomfort at the sudden change of lightning, completely disconnected from you.

The man didn't respond to what should certainly be a woman, and for a fraction of a second, you were grateful, at least that reduced the chance of being raped.

Keyword: reduced.

Your body was suddenly lifted up, dangling lifelessly a few centimeters from the ground thanks to the stature of the man. Your mouth only let out a small whine at the harshness of the movement, leaving a distant burn engraved into your wrist.

Your head was low, facing away from each individual, trying desperately to escape the situation, and if not physically at least psychologically.

But your 'peace' was quickly interrupted as you felt the disgustingly dry pulp of fingers gripping firmly your chin, forcing a wave of repulsion to go across your entire body. Making you shiver in the slightest.

Your head was yanked up without as difficulty as you thought there would be, for you thought you had put quite a resistance. But once more your strength seemed like one of a mere infant compared to those two. Unable to do much more than cry for mercy or put up the most inefficient of fights.

You hated the feeling of those fingers squishing so hard on your cheeks, along with the constant, now more persistent burn in your hand, reminding you of your current posture.

"Look at this Beauty~~~," The woman said in pure delight, and despite your instincts screaming you not to, you could stop your heavy-lidded eyes as they slowly rose up to meet the ones of that woman.

A sensation of dread fill you near the spot as your eyes met those wicked ones. Even in your state, your mind could still recognize danger when it saw it, and the mere eye contact between the two of you was enough for your brain to function, even if for just a moment.

Full of adrenaline, you tried once more to free yourself. But this time not from the man, no, he was a mere threat in comparison to what that woman was. He only seemed to obey her orders, didn't look like he was doing that for his own wicked nature but for some other surely more important reason.

But that woman, from the simple look you got of that slight glint in her eyes, the most unperceivable grin upward as she finally got to land her eyes on her next captives... Who were you fooling? Captive? No, against this woman you bore no such title, it would imply that you were captured and had some chance to actually escape your current situation, alive or not.

But in those eyes, you saw exactly what you were considered to be for her- a mere object here to satisfy her curiosity, her appetite for whatever sickened things and experiences she had planned to make you go through.

You were not even human to her, not a person, not a being. You were nothing more than a clump of cells that happened to be sentient and from her own specie that she would gladly take pride in exploring each and every facet.

You were just like a fly already caught in the spider webs, slowly being enveloped in silk before being put away to be eaten later on. You were nothing more than a prey she would relish in devouring.

And your struggle against her grip, even with just one arm intensified, along with your uneven cries and whines for help, while you could see her pleased composure growing more savage and wicked with each one of your calls.

"She will be perfect! Perfect as one could ever be!" The woman almost spits in your face in a newfound excitement, pushing your face away and instead turning back to something you didn't try to see previously.

In front of you were spread hundred of laboratory materials, enough to humble any common laboratory you could think of, the shining glassware and technology contrasting heavily with their decrepit surroundings. And only now did you take in the way the woman dressed, all in white, a lab blouse, protective glasses, gloves everything a real scientist would need.

But you didn't need to be a genius to know that whatever that woman was, a scientist would never be the proper term to define it.

"Now can you bring her to the table? Strap her really tight unlike the last one." She said as she walked a few meters away to grab you know what from a pile undisguisable from any other, all the while you were dragged once more and roughly locked into some kind of retraining table.

"Do you know how much products I spent on that last girl only for her restraints to go loose at the most crucial point??? That solution took me months to make, and she pushed it off the table as she ran away! Completely ruined!"

"Not like she went very far.." You could hear the man mumble as he fastened the last of your restraints before putting some space between you and him.

"Any way you can go now, your payment is in the wallet next to the backdoor, with a little present from my part for all your hard work~~" She pressed him out, that grin never leaving her lips, widening as the sound of steps fading always let you know you were now both alone.

"Now dear, I'm sorry but we'll have to skip the presentation and head straight for the funny part! I know it's not your fault that you don't want to be here and all the usual bullshit but I got things to do right? And you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit wouldn't you?"

She slowly approached your table, and only the vague sound of metal echoing through your ears let you know you were actually trying to get away from her.

"Now, that isn't very polite of you. But don't worry, you'll get used to everything after a few months or so."

"But firstly got a tiny little question to ask you. Be happy, you'll get to know a little more about why you're here! Isn't it exciting?"

She paused, her back facing you as she grabbed something from behind a row of beaker and other utensils. Before her wicked eyes turned slowly back to you.

"You like spiders, don't you?"

.. What?

A pause. That's it, by now you were sure this woman had definitely lost it long ago.But the revelation didn't bring any peace to your mind, still very much in distress form her very presence.

"If you don't, worry not . I'm sure you'll like them as much as I do by the time I'm finished with you." She was now stepping away towards yet another door leading to who-knows where, a few metallic noises echoing through the silence before she reappeared, now armed with a slim but sturdy want that she quickly put on a trail not to far from where you laid.

"But first I'll need to get you all prepped up for the big deal."

Your eyes grew wide once more, your entire body jerking against the restrains. The dryness of your throat now preventing you from begging for mercy.

Her eyes, those wicked orbs that had left you free from their grip were now back on you. But now filled with a madness you only hoped to be your imagination.

In her hand was a small filled with a transparent liquid serynge, wich dripped a few drops as she made sure all the airways out.

Gulping hard, you could only stare,silent despite your screaming mind , as the first of many syringes pierced through your skin and allowed an unknown liquid to course throw your veins. Paralyzed, the only sign of your tourment was the tears that's pearled down your cheeks.

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From then on, all you could remember was pain.

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[de-fright-ful]

✔ For whichever one of my muses you like most OwO

A QUICK AND EASY PLOTTING GUIDE ! | OOC MEME | ACCEPTING

HELLO YUE!! I won't lie to ya, chief; you've given me a tricky task here! Picking my favourite muse out of your catalogue is like choosing my favourite kind of chocolate, and let me tell you, I have a SWEET TOOTH! Haha!

So, I've cut this post for brevity's sake, but I chose a wild card assortment!

So, in order, I put down

Asteria because my wife. I MEAN because thematically, I think these two would naturally have interactions, with Astaria being a lore-keeper and Amity filling a similar cultural role in Saijikara and Amity being a part of the Pokemon league. Asteria is (presumably) involved with the greater institution as the Hoenn champion, SO YOU SEE WHAT I'M GETTING AT HERE.

Cynthia for similar reasons but also because geographically, she's just a lot closer to Saijikara and Amity by extension. Amity and Cynthia have a similar kind of curiosity and I think it would be interesting to smoosh that together? I don't have the words to perfectly describe it, but they both have a curious but respectful air that, like, I would trust them to go into a tomb and not be a clown about it and instead sit down in the dusty darkness for an hour writing down all the glyphs to translate later. Also, because SPIRITOMB CLUB SPIRITOMB CLUB, if a collection of hundreds of souls can vibe with you and want to help serve your cause, you KNOW you're in good company - safety not considered! Haha

Nathanael because it would fascinating in a 'this is going to go down like a cherry bomb thrown into a bathroom,' not because she can't vibe with his personality (she's very patient and is spectrum/has grown up with others on the spectrum so she's completely missing that trait that gives her friction over some social cues not being followed, (Amity is oblivious, she's aware but doesn't track the following/not following) ) or because she inherently disagrees with his stances, cause honestly she doesn't! It's just the combination of both, the N 'charm,' being questioned and put on the defence, especially in regards to questioning her Pokemon Team (which is ACTUALLY her found family, not in the 'tee hee close friend group' way but like, Whinnie adopted her, he considers her sister, Magnus followed, and others trickled in to form what she calls her coven, they've been the only present family structure she's had since she was 8 and Whinnie rescued her from certain death in the forest - especially given the toxic family unit she returned to after and her mother legitimately coming to hate her - and they were her direct lifeline in raising her siblings. Poking at that is one of the only ways to genuinely get her to break character and get legitimately enraged, which probably would happen) I just - I would kill to see Amity genuinely pushed to express a negative emotion on the main - BUTTTT BUT BUT BUT, I am OFTEN wrong about Amity's reaction to things and how she takes the wheel in regards to herself - Amity wasn't meant to have ADHD, but that evolved naturally. Aside from the entertainment of a blow-up, it could be interesting if they could be civil. I mean - when was the last time Amity got to speak about Saijikara, not about her role appointed and being digestible to an outside audience but just- her genuine thoughts and feelings about it and the change of outside pressure pushing in to wipe away both unpleasant history that still lurks in the corners of your mind in the waking present and the traditions that you hold close to your identity. (also because I can see her lore dumping and N going 'wow, ANYWAYS,' and I think that'd be REAL funny)

AND VOLO -- but Volo mainly because, like, doing this meme WITHOUT including him would be like going to a shrine and not leaving a tithing. I have to pay the Volo tax and give him some attention! It's the law of the land! Haha

My muse(s): Amity De Claire - Joy + Her Pokemon Team & the Coven (Noriko Joy, Orin Fournier, Yuhuza Sataoi, Yvita & Yvona Joy + close family friends like Mako) the whole song and dance of everyone on the property! Y'feel!

FOR ASTERIA:

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Note: The crossed-off ones are the only ones I can't really see happening. The bold ones are the 'OH YEAH PROBABLY' quick and easy roles I can see Ami slotting into; italics are dependant on verses, for example, roommates if they're travelling for a league thing and are designated randomly assigned roommates, and everything else is possible! If you see something you want to proceed with, then let's plot!!

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

FOR CYNTHIA:

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Note: The crossed-off ones are the only ones I can't really see happening. The bold ones are the 'OH YEAH PROBABLY' quick and easy roles I can see Ami slotting into; italics are dependant on verses, for example, roommates if they're travelling for a league thing and are designated randomly assigned roommates, and everything else is possible! If you see something you want to proceed with, then let's plot!!

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love crush (Amity is not immune to beautiful women) | lending a hand | teacher - student (Amity following Cynthia and learning from her more peer to peer than like, school teacher esc) | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

FOR N:

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Note: The crossed-off ones are the only ones I can't really see happening. The bold ones are the 'OH YEAH PROBABLY' quick and easy roles I can see Ami slotting into; italics are dependant on verses, for example, roommates if they're travelling for a league thing and are designated randomly assigned roommates, and everything else is possible! If you see something you want to proceed with, then let's plot!!

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

& OBLIGATORY VOLO TAX (imagine I am holding this trickster fairy man at knife point because I am, I love him but I am going to beat him with a wiffle ball bat for Volo Crimes asdhasd)

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Note: The crossed-off ones are the only ones I can't really see happening. The bold ones are the 'OH YEAH PROBABLY' quick and easy roles I can see Ami slotting into; italics are dependant on verses, for example, roommates if they're travelling for a league thing and are designated randomly assigned roommates, and everything else is possible! If you see something you want to proceed with, then let's plot!!

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

AND BACK TO THE BROADLY APPLICABLE

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other (alternate answer: YES)

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests! (ALL OF THE ABOVE ON GOD, also reblog the meme please! I want to send you one! Haha)

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 154

Blaine and Lance 😭 I feel bad that their scene in this chapter gives me hope.

I know this isn't a good time for this but OHO?? 👀 Suzanna why does it seem like you're only worried for Lorena? Maria is there to, you know.. *COUGH COUGH*

Are..are they putting the bandage on the armor..?

Nah they did Lorena dirty by putting that freaky mask on her 💀 I say, Let her bite!

Wait so Leland is planning to rule 2 kingdoms at the same time? Or is he going to give the Plaid throne to Blaine? I don't think Blaine is in an exactly healthy mental state though.. Uh but it's Leland anyway. What did we expect.

I just can't imagine him wearing pastel ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Can you imagine him wearing pastel? I can't.

Haha everything might be going along with Leland's plan right now, but the second Frederick's crew came in, Well we'll see what happen :)

Speaking of the Omniscient Clam, I'm still wondering what connection it may have with green eyes and a piece of paper that is seemingly inside the green eye?

Something related to golden, green, and paper would be Frederick because of his golden hair, green eyes, and his love for book (paper, especially considering the ripped papers from his past in his dorm).

I remember theorizing something about this, but I forgot :') maybe if I remember it later I will post it.

Oh wait so he's planning to leave Jackie in the prison/dungeon to die? Well that was expected but still..damn, Leland 💀 (i wanted to say a dark joke but nah)

FREDERICK BEING A LEADER!! I knew his management skill would come in handy in this war thing!! Is. Is Aurelia going to melt the whole door..? Wait no nvm I think she's just gonna melt the side lol. Really thought she was gonna melt the whole door there 💀

Hm, I wonder if Prez's birth pill is working. I mean, I dunno. The side effects are accurate to what was prescribed in the label, but who knows. Maybe she's gonna transform into a giant spider mid-battle? Or maybe, half spider?

Oho? I see Saffron is blushing haha. The probability that he might have a crush on Syrah is hilarious to me considering their past. Or maybe it's another plot twist and is just going to be something silly?

Uhh okay I can never understand politic/royalty stuffs so I might need someone to explain this whole parliament thing to me..

LANCE. I BELIEVE IN LANCE. Right now he doesn't have any confidence, but I have hope that when Frederick break in, he's gonna join him.

Okay, allow me to be a Blaine fan real quick:

THAT'S! Those eyes are filled with pain! I can sense it jekwwmw he. I love him okay. This panel gives me hope. I think Maria will at least forgive him a little? Considering her sympathizing expression.

Uh, limoncello is an alcohol, right? Okay limoncello is made of lemon zest. Correct me if I'm wrong because I'm too tired to research. Anyway, lemon peel is highly flammable. So I'm just guessing here. Are they going to make fricking molotov cocktail?! THAT'S SO COOL. But at the same time who in the world knows how to make a molotov cocktail there? Whitney? The old guard? Syrah?

JAMIE AND LEOPOLD IS HERE!! Took them long enough lmao. And this whole time, Jamie knows?? I guess that explains why he never says anything even tho Gwen was thinking about the cpc while making the brownies.

Seeing her reminds me of the theory in discord about how this woman might be Lance's mother because of biological similarities.

I wonder what Isolde is preparing? Maybe something related to that parliament thing?

Ughh that's all for today I'm so sorry but my eyes really hurt right now from all the screen times I'm sorry again uh I'm gonna sleep now.

Mono out! (Not exactly in to hear your thoughts because I'll be asleep but go ahead! I'll read it when I'm awake)

[no-gorms]

* post-successful spell break/Thanos defeat/etc, Tony has to be all “ah, so this charm offensive was a ploy all along then? Aha, whelp. I mean it worked, congratulations… uh thanks?” And Steve now has to either

Agree that this was a ploy and he would never attempted to woo Tony back without this motivation (technically true but not the whole story emotionally )

Say no I had no idea I just wanted you back (a lie but emotionally true) OR

Actually, like, use his words and try and convey how Steve felt he had no right to even think in Tony’s direction half the time but he does care and is so sorry and how he did this because of that care and how he still loves Tony and this was the only way he could allow himself to show it, by saving Tony’s life (true and sincere and perhaps outside the scope of Steve’s emotional IQ atm lol)

I assume he TRIES for #3 but ends up conveying #1 or #2 instead by accident before Tony tries stomping off. I dunno if Steve spits out the truth quick enough to stop Tony from leaving or if he has to put on his big boy pants and approach Tony later (thanks to the prodding of his dear friends) with heart in hand, for Tony to take or crush, to explain himself like he’s been avoiding for so many years

Or perhaps it goes a different way all together? Tony ends up saving himself and Steve is left standing there with flowers and a rented Brass Band to serenade Tony like, ah. well. good? good.

(Also, what are some of the ways Steve tries to woo Tony? And does his crew help him out? Do they know Thanos is the fiancé/who Thanos is or are they under the spell and are all, go get your guy Steve! Win back your husband! like rom-com supporting characters? Is Wanda doing WandaVision and is therefore busy/unaware or is this a ploy to keep Steve and co occupied so she can go do post WV bad things?)

* https://www.tumblr.com/no-gorms/721918559380520960/stony-sweet-home-alabama-au-so-like-make-it-post

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(following up on this)

I think it'd be funniest if Steve was alone in being aware of the rom com universe, like not even Wanda knows or cares what's going on, and the rest of their friends would try to help, but within the parameters of the fake reality so their helpfulness can get too intense and cheerful that gives Steve a headache even if their energy can be inspiring as well?

Like by the rules of the universe (and the rules that Steve has cast upon himself) he can indulge in everything he's thought about in passing about but never done in the real world because they're also kind of creepy, so maybe like:

Dropping sketches he's made on napkins and post-its, depicting happy memories of their past when they were together, where Tony can "stumble" upon them;

Sabotaging THANOS by like, slashing his tires and/or ruining his dry cleaning and/or giving his PA (the Maw in a suit) the wrong info so he misses a date with Tony, which allows Steve to "coincidentally" swoop in at the same restaurant like hey, how about that;

When they're walking together in a park or something Steve falls into the lake like haha, oh look he forgot to wear an undershirt and his cotton thing is all see-through now, isn't that funny.....

HUGE romantic gesture like he sends Tony on a merry scavenger hunt that ends overlooking some huge public place where Steve has painted a mural with words that Declare His Feelings and just as Tony arrives (thanks to the others helping out) there's the brass brand and a choir and and fireworks ad nauseam

So like, although all these things may have worked within the rom com universe, but once the spell is broken (I kinda like your suggestion that Tony saves himself) Tony shakes himself off and is like... Rogers, haha that was actually really over-the-top, good thing that was just Wanda's reality warping your brain like -- wait, what? You were conscious the whole time and did that of your own free will? And Tony does a massive side-eye while Steve's stomach sinks like, oh.....

[chattegeorgiana]

Hey Chatte hope you’re doing well! Spring time is almost upon us :). I wanted to ask what kind role will Kurama play in your story? Personally he was one of the underrated sophisticated characters who had a lot layers to him and while morally he wasn’t the best but you did see where he was coming from. Also I saw that you mentioned after Chapter 13 drops you will be taking a break to layout the rest of your story into arcs does that mean you be stepping away from social media as well? I enjoy your posts on here and IG do you have a preferred one for interactions with?

Good luck with the rest of Kaika, I’m sure once the you set the layout of the arcs it will be much easier for the future on yourself .

Hi there!

Well, Spring time is here by the time I get to reply to your question, haha.

As for Kurama, I had something in mind for the bijuus to be honest, but I don't know if I have written it somewhere and to be honest I kind of forgot, because with these events happening in my personal life that had me pause the story for such a long while it was always like ok, now I'm doing it - event happened, made me stop. I settled for a bit then boom, something else happened, I stopped again.

Your question actually made me check my notes and from what I see I have some sort of backstory for the Bijuus built in. And it somehow connects in a way that's also more morally-gray. Just like the way the story portrayed Kurama as well.

But as I said (and that's to address the next part of your question), this time everything chilled down, I'm in a much more stable phase of my life so I need to take a break and organize EVERYTHING because honestly speaking right now? It's a mess LOL.

I have TONS of notes for characters, backstories, plots, power-ups, yadda yadda, the timeline actually finished, but uuh, my biggest problem is how to organize everything into something cohesive from an exposition point of view.

That's why I totally need to take that break and do some more research on how to properly do the exposition because if not, all that magic that's in my head will most probably end-up a mess like everything I have right now, so it's not gonna be fun lol.

That's why, as I said, Kaika is my playground for when I'll write my own original story because that one is gonna be a monster as well - I have 7 books planned for it and if I don't learn how to properly do exposition, it's gonna be messy lol.

The joys of having a creative mind, I guess... imagination is not a problem lol. Structure is, haha.

As for the next part of your question, I don't think I'll take a break from social media itself alltogether. I'll probably still be around. But maybe not that active as I used to be?

I'm not sure about that one to be honest. But what I am sure about is the break from writing Kaika. 2024's goal for Kaika is to have it fully plotted. That's for sure.

For the rest, we'll see.

Who knows, maybe I manage to finish real quick and I'll start writing it sooner than expected.

Because info wise? I have it all there. It's just a matter of how to expose it, as I said.

Thank you for your question and the kind wishes, though. Appreciate it!

All the best, Chatte

[flyingwargle]

mid-year reflection

now that we're more than halfway through the year, just wanted to make a small post about how things have been and will go for the rest of the year (since tumblr is a blog site-ish and i can write blog-ish posts haha)

burnout is real, let me tell you. after the genshin content creator program died back in february, i, along with many other creators, stopped creating regularly. the monthly rewards were a great incentive and the amount received was generous (it was more than one 10-pull, and that's all i can say). i also got tired of genshin but still play regularly out of habit, but when it comes to writing new content or posting a new fic every month, i haven't been able to keep up.

another factor that comes into play is zine participation. i was accepted into seven different zines in the first half of the year and writing for all of them took a lot of time and energy. i decided to retire from zines because i'd rather work on my own writing. all of the zines are at varying stages of creation, preorders, or production, and so far, only one (ad oblivione) has reached me physically.

something else is also my participation in my writing program. it's broadened my perspectives and allowed me to play with different genres and forms that would not be popular in fanfiction, and i'd rather devote more time toward my dream of publication than write fanfic. this is why i've posted more drabbles lately - small, bite-sized ideas that are quick to write. since we have the summer off, i hope to finish off 1 or 2 drafts sitting in my files to post, but it won't be until after the program is finished, along with my zine deadlines, that i can focus on my own writing again.

finally, it's my declining interest in pairings, xiaobedo especially. there was petty drama in the community, which led me to block a bunch of people and mute others. i still love their aesthetic and truly appreciate their parallels (i bought matching prints of them at a convention recently!) but when it comes to writing new content, i don't feel the spark anymore. the ao3 tag was also filled with explicit fics at a time so i stopped checking it regularly. i have an idea for them that i plan to be my last piece of xiaobedo content. it was going to be a fic with art, as part of the rarepair big bang, but my artist partner dropped out and i followed suit. i'll keep the outline, just in case.

come september, i'm starting my librarian program. it's a two-year intensive program so i'll be back to part-time work and full-time school. i'm not sure how much time i'll have to write, but i hope i'll be able to do so during my commutes, mostly drabbles. i'm excited to learn more about lyney, lynette, and freminet and continue writing wanderer and scarameow. i also hope to write more star rail in the future, too. maybe some pokemon, since i was accepted into two pokemon zines.

overall, i've been pulled in many different directions when it comes to my writing and ideas, which often leads me to do write nothing. i haven't had a proper writing break since 2020 after finishing my novel, where i forced myself to not write and do something else (i.e. watch anime and play octopath during the pandemic). maybe i'll do that once my program is over. we'll have to see what the rest of the year will bring <3

[m1ckeyb3rry]

AHJSJSJS TUMBLRS A BITCH BUT YOU DONT NEED TO APOLOGIZE ITS NOT YOUR FAULT i was also getting some things done i just took a quick break and saw Jeirin’s post LMAO (epic crossover fr HAHA) so i didn’t have the time to notice but also even if i did id probably assume you were just touching grass (which you were LMAOOO)

L is now trademarked by otoya yup he doesn’t have any Ls in his name so he had to make up for it elsewhere (haha Lswhere I’ll shut up now)

SUHSJSSH WAIT OK GOOD I wasn’t sure if it was a shitty kid bully teasing or like a cute friend teasing it’s good that it wasn’t bullying though because if anything it is a rather cute nickname I just didn’t know if you had trauma from it SHSHSHSH

Ah 2022 jjk era….yk back then I definitely would’ve been like “NOOO DONT END SOON” now I’m like “yeah fucking finally” it had its good run back then now it’s fr just kinda insane also it’s actually so sad that at some point I ended up just full on saving the TikTok’s I knew I needed to reference back to later on just in case they disappeared forever SHSBSNS I have so many random

tutorials saved on there too like I’m not losing this hack

- Karasu anon

HAHA sometimes i do see your asks but i’m like “i know i’m going to write a super lengthy response to this so let me save it for later” LMAOAOA like i know for a fact i’m going to ramble and have to whip out my ipad for it meanwhile i can post my silly two sentence thoughts and responses to comments in five seconds on my phone so i’ll be active just not answering-asks-active if that makes sense HAHAH but yeah idk why tumblr does that with longer asks especially it just freaks out 😭 maybe one day they will resolve it…

LSWHERE PLS no yeah it’s his letter honestly he’s lowkey chill i think he would find it funny that we slander him sm…idk how to describe it i just have this hunch that if he knew he’d think it’s his rizz at work or smth

yeahhh i never got mad i thought it was so cute as a nickname!! pls i was too mean to be bullied…i was rlly shy as a little kid so i got bullied when i was like really young?? not like making fun of me bullied but forced to do stuff by my “friends” because i didn’t want to hurt their feelings by saying no 😭 but i got new friends and ended up moving for middle school anyways!! and at that point i had developed the most villainous mouth ever i was actually lowkey evil with some of my quips BUT only to people who deserved it so like it cancelled out 😩 mostly everyone liked me so it was def meant as an endearment thing like aww cutie pie mouse mira hehe especially because that was back when the guys were just starting to hit their growth spurts and they loved to do anything to show off that they were now 5’7 instead of 5’3 so they’d pat me on the head after singing the little song LMAOAOOA icl looking back it’s lowkey unreal but then again what in the mira lore isn’t

REALLLL 2022 jjk era was so diff i also thought back then that the manga would go on for much longer so it was a diff vibe?? tbh i still can’t believe it already ended tbh i feel like it had such a short runtime for a manga…like attack on titan i know ran from before 2013 (because that’s when s1 of the anime came out so it would’ve had to have been before) and the manga ended in 2021 and that’s not to mention the ones like one piece that have been going on FOREVER ofc idt jjk should’ve gone on for quite that long but it def could’ve done with some extra time i think 😩 did you see that gege straight up released a new character LKSDJFH like what even

no that’s so real half of my saved tik toks are edits and the other half are makeup tutorials…ngl i never use them though because the only makeup i can ever do is a tiny bit of pencil liner, mascara, blush, OCCASIONALLY highlight if it’s smth super important/a special event, and some color on my lips!! so like all of the foundation/contour hacks are very useless for me and same with the eyeshadow tutorials but that doesn’t stop me from watching and saving HAHAH

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Taking a little break from pretty much no-life gaming to ramble about the Tala sisters. I'm still not 100% set on the exact time and duration a lot of things happened but that's okay, I think it will come to me as I play and learn more about Eorzea.

Kind of a long post so I'll put it under the cut for anyone who wants to read about my girlies :)

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The general backstory was that they were both orphaned from a young age, where Tart was mostly by herself surviving and living life. She stumbled into little Tea who had also been relatively alone. Tart is older than Tea by about maybe 5 or so years.

Tea was pretty timid as a child, and Tart's soft-heartedness prompted her to take care of Tea like her own and that was how they became sisters.

I think as they got older they got picked up by an elder, a historian in his own right whom they call "grandpa" or "old man." He became their guardian and taught them a lot of things, both Tala sisters are actually pretty history oriented because of him. Eventually as they lived with grandpa he passed on peacefully in his old age.

Even after grandpa passed the two sisters stayed together. They lived in their home making a living here and there, and had pretty uneventful lives for the most part.

This part I'm not sure but at one point in their lives they were pulled apart, unable to see or find each other for many many years. Tart blames herself for being unable to protect her younget sister, whilst Tea blames herself for not being capable enough to not get separated. It was here they started really honing their skills, becoming adventurers to try and find each other.

Tart as a character is that she is pretty scrappy, quick tempered and impatient to get into fights and wouldn't hesitate to throw punches at those who deserve it. She can come off cocky but is honest to a fault, a real golden-hearted individual. Tart is the type to put others first and care for those important to her even at her own expense. It hurt her deeply to lose Tea so suddenly, and from that point became much more careful with her actions. Tart is also pretty studious, but that's also because Tea would look up to her big sis highly and Tart was very proud of the praise she received.

Tea on the otherhand is the most scholarly. She looks up to Tart like her hero and strives to follow in how Tart would operate. While Tea has a very sweet personality, she is also very cunning. Not wanting to repeat past mistakes and remain gullible she grows up to be calculating, weighing every option and every person she comes across. She's only really honest and a bit of a cry-baby around the people she has grown close to. Despite all that she does genuinely care about the world around her, she's just much more careful about it to avoid traps.

I've honestly thought more about Tart than Tea admittedly, but I do play Tea as my main so it ends up like that.

I do think that during the events of ARR they get to reunite because I said so. I've seen some people have their wol and then other ocs but idk who my wol would be in story. I guess Tea would be my wol since she's my main haha, in which then being a wol would impact her character.

She'd definitely come around into her own, suddenly having to stand on her own without Tart to save the world as a hero when she's so used to seeing her sister in that position instead of herself. Also while she had been helping others because Tart would if she was in that position, Tea would have to learn to actively make those heroic decisions on her own accord.

Tart on the other hand would have to learn to not be so protective of Tea and that they aren't kids anymore, but the weight of being separated for so long would still linger on Tart's mind.

I think that's everything I've been thinking about so far.