#that break was refreshing

[whinypuppi]

i literally cannot stop thinking about big brother!satoru who'll do whatever he can to lure you, his sweet little sister in before pushing you away not long after. he'll intentionally let his hands linger on you for far too long, or brush his hands up against your thighs "accidentally," making sure he's subtle enough to keep your suspicions away, but to get you to have the fattest crush on him.

he'll pretend to be all innocent and whatnot when you in fact do end up crushing on your own brother, he'll ignore and being cruel towards you when he knew for sure that he had you wrapped around his finger. you were so easy to bend to his will and manipulate if he pleased, and just the thought of you at his mercy made him hard.

when you finally mustered up the courage to just...tell him, you were all blushy and stuttery, your face hot as if you had a fever, and your voice sounded shaky the entire time. just to mess with you, he even told you to speak up, wanting to just—really let it sink in that fucked-up head of his that his plan worked.

"i...um, said i like you, big brother...a whole lot," you mumbled, hardly louder than the first time, but it'd do. he knew he had to act surprised, pretend like all the things he did to you were unintentional.

"that so? sorry, sis, but i don't think i feel for you that way. that's kind of gross," he even added on, forcing himself to scowl and turn his nose up despite how giddy he felt inside.

when you started to cry and profoundly apologize, that's when he actually felt a little bad, but he still got some sick sense of enjoyment out of your suffering. he couldn't help that you looked so pretty when you cried!

"aw, c'mon, baby—i was just joking, hey, 's okay," he reassured you, rubbing your back while kissing your tears away. when you hugged him tightly, his erection throbbed in his pants, but you were too caught up in your own embarrassing feelings to care :((

don't worry—he wouldn't leave you hanging. he'd prove to you that he likes you too (totally not having been obsessed with you since you were both hardly teens). he'd fuck you until you can't see or think straight, mumbling sorries out that were hardly audible past your sweet babbles and cries, along with the squelching sounds of your cunt.

he'd do anything for you—even jump off a bridge if you asked. for the one who claims to have YOU in his grasp, he's totally whipped for you.

[punk-lucifer]

something im really appreciating, watching the olympics, is that while all the athletes are demigods that are absolutely at their physical peaks for each sport NONE OF THEM have instagram face. despite the homogenous nature of social media that’s been creeping into all media since the late 2000s all the athletes look so different. noses! jawlines! lips! eyes! everyone i see on tv looks like a real person and i am LOVING IT

[soaps-mohawk]

I'm so sorry to everyone that I freaked out with the last post, I was trying so hard not to 😭 I have that like instant fear as soon as I see "we need to talk" or something in the same vein. I always think it's something bad.

This isn't bad, at least depending on how your perspective I guess.

So...I'm having thoughts about CRCB in October. I planned out posting schedules for Kyletober and CRCB and my Patreon stuff and it's going to basically be a post every day, sometimes multiple in multiple places.

That's a lot.

So, I am set on doing Kyletober since all of the fics are already written, but I was planning on continuing CRCB during October as well. But...I think I need a little break from CRCB. It's been about eight months of posting almost every single week and it's been a lot. I'm struggling with chapters right now and with work it's vastly limiting the time I have to write and focus on things and I'm kind of burning out right now.

So, what I wanted to discuss was potentially putting CRCB on hold for October while I focus on Kyletober and everything involved with that. Trying to do both is a lot and I'm not sure I can handle all of it, plus life, plus work.

I was planning on not necessarily putting CRCB on hold, but doing more of a "whenever I can/am inspired" random posting chapters kind of like I did in the beginning when I first started writing the fic, in November/December because those are very busy months and I will be dead tired from work and just general life.

I think I might still do that for November/December and possibly into the new year since there's no way the fic will be finished even if I posted every week until the end of December.

BUT

That's something I'll think about and make a decision on later.

Right now, my thought is...would you hate me if I put CRCB on pause in October? IF I do, I promise I won't end Chapter 39 on a cliffhanger. I wasn't planning on it anyway, but I promise I won't end it on a cliffhanger if I decide not to post any chapters in October.

That way if I do put it on pause, then I can not focus on it for a bit and give my brain a refresh, and I can also focus all my energy on Kyletober.

So yeah, it's going to be a lot doing both at the same time, and honestly I'm ready for a little break from CRCB. It's been going for a long time and it's a lot of words to get out in a week. I've been super stressed lately and I'm just struggling a lot trying to get through chapters.

So yeah. That's basically the dilemma here and the discussion to be had. I know y'all will tell me it's my blog and I can do whatever I want, but I would like opinions on it. Are y'all okay with me putting CRCB on hold to focus on Kyletober? Then pick it back up for probably just whenever I can chapter updates for the rest of the year? In January things will calm down and I'll have more time to relax and write and maybe get close to finishing the story. Plus I know a lot of my readers will be busy the next three months with the holidays and vacations and family and school and all of that, so you won't have to worry about getting behind and having to catch up with a bunch of chapters.

So...let me know...

[gods-of-kanto]

(Uh oh! Your tank has fainted! Would you like to flee the battle?)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

a collection of soft moments with rafe

words: 2.4k

warnings: none?, rafe being kinda desperate... okay maybe really desperate in the last one

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv

“i was tryin' to fly but i couldn't find wings.” you sing along to the song, swaying slightly as you finish cleaning off the table, ears perking up when you hear the door open and close, signaling that rafe just got home, but you continued your clean, “but you came along and you changed everything.”

you feel rafe’s hands on your hips suddenly, making you jump, not realizing over the music that he had entered the room. 

“you lift my feet off the ground.” taylor’s voice continues to sing from the speakers as rafe turns you in his hold. your hands instinctively go to his shoulders, smiling up at him as rafe starts to sway along to the music. “you spin me around.”

at the lyric, rafe begins to slowly spin you around the room, looking down at you with the most genuine look of love in his eyes that you’ve ever seen.

“i love you.” you mouth to rafe, not wanting to interrupt the song with your words as he pulls you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"feels like i'm fallin' and i'm lost in your eyes. you make me crazier, crazier, crazier."

--

“don’t we have to leave like right now rafe?” you ask, rushing to his closet when he asked you to pick out his outfit for him. one of his favorite things to do is pick out what you’re going to wear, especially for a night out with him, and he likes to reserve the favor for you too.

“we can be late.” rafe says, still in just a pair of gray sweatpants, while you’re completely ready in a simple deep blue dress, chosen of course by your boyfriend.

you sift through his shirts, having one in mind, a blue patterned button down that would match your dress. you finally find it and pull it out, handing it to rafe to put on while you find a pair of pants that would fit the color scheme.

you watch as rafe dresses, looking to you for approval. you frown. there’s nothing particularly wrong with the outfit, but it’s just not pulling together for you.

“hold on.” you hum, knowing you should be moving faster so you can get to your event, but you honestly are enjoying playing dress up using rafe. 

“try this.” you toss him a new shirt, but again it doesn’t spark anything in you. 

“put on your black shoes, i’ve got another in mind.” you turn back to his drawer, hoping that the light blue shirt you’re thinking of is complementary to your own dress.

you find it on the bottom of the drawer, and hold it up happily to rafe. “look! it’s perfect!” you know before he even tries it on that it’ll go perfectly with what you’re wearing.

rafe pulls the shirt over his shoulders, but you stop his hands from doing the buttons as you take over for him, tongue sticking out of your mouth slightly in concentration as your fingers work on the tiny button. 

you leave the top two undone, the event not being too formal, and liking the peak of skin. “perfect.” you say, looking at the two of you standing next to each other in the mirror.

“thank you baby.” rafe says, looping his arm around your waist. “i love spending time with you.”

you feel your cheeks flare red as you blush at his words. “all i did was get you dressed.” you try to deflect his words.

“i know and i loved it.” rafe presses a kiss to the side of your head.

--

“hm.” rafe says, “can you change your shoes?” you look down at your sandals, taking them off and putting a pair of converse instead. “you know, if you just told me where we were going i would be able to pick out a better pair of shoes.” “good try, baby.” rafe smiles, taking your hand as you head out the door, to whatever surprise that rafe has planned. 

you get into the car, trying to tell where rafe is taking you by the drive, but it’s out into the country, so you ignore trying to figure out where you’re going and instead just enjoy rafes hand on your thigh and the music playing through the stereo.

“rafe!” you gasp as you see the explosion of colors on the road ahead. “you did not!” “i did.” rafe says cockily, obviously expecting your excited reaction.

“i cannot believe you actually brought me flower picking.” you lean over as rafe parks, pressing kisses to his cheek. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.” “i know.” rafe laughs, putting the car into park and turning his head to let you kiss him, lips pushing together in a display thats a bit overly passionate for the parking lot, but you’re just so happy that your usually closed off to the world boyfriend becomes a total sweetheart just for you.

“don’t you dare open your car door.” rafe says, pulling away from the kiss. you just smile as he rounds the car, opening your door and helping you out. 

you take a deep breath of the flower scented air, eyes looking over all the different rows of brightly colored flowers. 

“come on, we gotta get our jar and scissors.” rafe takes your hand in his, leading you towards the booth. there’s only a few other people picking flowers today, so there’s no line when you approach and rafe quickly pays.

“alright, baby, i already know you’re thinking about what you want.” rafe laughs, knowing he’s not really there for choosing the style of the bouquet you make, rather to be the one to cut the stems for you and hold everything.

“mmm, i’m really feeling like an orangey-red-yellow color palette.” you say, heading towards the flowers with rafe following close behind.

--

“rafe! come here!” you call out to him, and you hear his rapid footsteps as he runs into the bathroom.

“are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching for any sort of potential danger you might be in.

“i’m fine, rafey!” you say, waving your hands as if that’s going to dissuade his worry and take it all away.

rafe comes to where you’re standing in front of the mirror, pressing you into the sink as he pushes his chest into your back. “you scared me.” “sorry, baby.” you hum, picking up a packet from off the sink. “want to do a facemask with me?” “is this what you called me in here for?” rafe questions, looking at the plastic package in your hand.

“mhm. i’m doing one too, it’ll be fun.” rafe sighs, burying his head in your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin, glad that you’re only wearing a tanktop so he has more access. he considers saying no, but he just can’t deny you what you want. 

“fine, but no pictures and don’t tell anyone about this. ever.” 

you squeal in happiness, ripping open the package and directing rafe to bend down that way you can place the sheet mask on his face, choosing a brightening one for him while you’re going to go for hydrating. 

you giggle seeing your boyfriend, who plenty people consider scary, in the skincare. he glances in the mirror with a frown.

“you look super cute.” you say. “now let me put my mask on then we can sit on the bed and watch tv until it’s time to take them off.”

--

“what is all this for?” rafe questions, not expecting to come home to the counters filled with baked goods.

“oh perfect timing!” you say, heading over to rafe and giving him a quick kiss on the lips in greeting.

you place your hands on his shoulders, steering him towards the island. “sit down, i need you to taste test everything for me.” “i would be more than happy to do that baby but um-” he pauses, eyes once again moving over the multitude of cupcakes decorated in different ways, along with cookies and some pastries he doesn’t know the name of. 

“oh, right!” you giggle, placing a cupcake in front of him. “i decided to enter a baking competition.” “really?” rafe asks, peeling the wrapper off a cupcake and taking a bite, his eyebrows shooting up. “well, you’re definitely going to win, this is delicious.” “really? be honest rafe, don’t just say that because i’m your girlfriend.” rafe shakes his head, taking another bite. “no seriously babe.” you let out a little squeal in happiness, clapping your hands together as rafe chews more. “okay, but stop eating that, you’re going to get full and i have a lot more i need you to try.”

you take the plate holding the cupcake away from rafe, sliding a different pastry in front of him. rafe eats it, again complimenting you as you cycle through the different things you’ve made while he was away.

“here, this is a pumpkin puff pastry.” you give him the next dessert.

rafe happily takes a bite, but his face suddenly twists. he covers it up quickly, but not before you’re able to tell. 

“you don’t like it?” you ask, and rafes heart breaks at your big eyes looking at him, so upset.

“no, it’s really good, i just-” rafe grabs the glass of water you got him, taking a sip to wash down the treat.

“i just am not a fan of pumpkin.” rafes words don’t seem to make you feel any better, so he turns on his stool and pulls you into him, placing your body in between his legs. 

“princess, i’ve loved everything you made, you’re absolutely going to win this baking competition, gorgeous.” “you really think so?” you ask, reaching your hands up to play with the collar of rafes shirt.

“of course.” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now whats next for me to try?” rafe asks, even though his stomach hurts from how much he’s eaten.

--

rafe presses another kiss to your cheek, making you look up from the book your reading. “what is it baby?” “nothing.” rafe shakes his head, but takes the now closed book out of your hands and sets it on the coffee tables. you can’t hold back a giggle as he takes your hands and brings it up to his face.

“do you want some attention?” you ask, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

“mmm.” rafe just hums, closing his eyes as he finally gets what he wants. you scooch over on the couch so you’re sitting closer to him, your thighs pressing together. 

you move a hand up to play with rafes hair, making him drop his head against the couch, cheek pressing into the cushion. you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose, admiring his blissed out face now that you’ve finally got your hands on him.

“gimme a kiss.” rafe says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

you melt into his body, enjoying the soft knitted sweater he’s wearing and the way it feels against you. 

you press your lips against rafes, letting him take the lead in the slow and easy kiss, taking pleasure in the way his lips glide over yours.

you pull away after a minute, resting your head against rafes forehead. it’s a rare moment of complete peace, where rafe is calm and relaxed. you hate to break it, but you eventually stand up, giving him another kiss on the lips.

“where are you going?” rafe asks, reaching out and tugging on your hand.

“i’m going to go take a shower.” you say, feeling gross with your oily hair, plus, you really need to shave, the prickly hairs are starting to bother you.

“okay, i’ll join you.” rafe stands up to follow you, but you place your hands on his chest with a shake of the head. 

“usually, i’d love for you to join me, but i’ve got… girly stuff to do.” you decide that it’s a good enough explanation, but of course it doesn’t dissuade rafe. 

“okay and?” he deadpans, making you roll your eyes.

“just not this time, rafe.” you start to walk away, up the stairs to your bedroom, but rafe is right on your tail.

you decide to ignore him, heading into the bathroom and beginning your shower prep, deciding to do a hair mask while you shave, getting out your razor and creme from the counter underneath the sink.

“i’ll turn the water on for us.” rafe makes a point of using the pronoun. 

“baby.” you groan, placing your products on the shower bench. “i don’t want you to just stand there and watch me shave! i love you but i need a minute alone, okay?” “fine.” rafe leaves the room quickly, swinging the door shut behind him. you sigh and rub your eyes, but turn the water on to heat up.

time passes quickly as you go through your extended shower routine, your phone playing music from it’s place on the sink counter. you finish up, feeling completely refreshed and clean. you pull the robe rafe got you around your body and head out of the bathroom.

“rafe?” you gasp, seeing him sitting on the floor next to your bed, his knees pulled up to his chest, head slumped forward.

“baby!” he picks his head up suddenly, but you can still read his emotions how upset he is.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you kneel down in front of him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. his eyes are ever so slightly red and you wonder if he’s been rubbing at them or if he’s been crying.

“i-” rafe takes a deep breath, “i hate being away from you.” “oh, honey.” you heart breaks, and you lean forward to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, who drops his knees so you can get closer. “if i would have known it was that big of a deal, i would have let you shower with me, i just didn’t think you actually wanted to see me like shave and stuff.”

“next time you’ll let me in?” rafe asks in a soft voice that breaks your heart.

“of course.” you take his face in your hands, angling it to press a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

the spark in rafes eye is finally back. “i love you too.”

[lmaonade]

i like that any_austin rarely uses any tools or anything for the most part in his vids. like yeah sure you could probably download a freecam and Go Look at that weird spot in more detail but it’s not about knowing what’s actually there. not knowing is the point

[dollya-robinprotector]

The second batch of Colored Sketch Comms will be finished a little later than expected, due to the reason I suddenly want to cook a big pot of Japanese curry.

I am really sorry for the inconvenience and will be back to work when I'm finished cooking :D Good day!

[aba-daba-dooo]

I started rewatching Brooklyn 99 with my family because they wanted another cop comedy after finishing Psych. But I’m reminded that the thing I really like about Psych is that it doesn’t fall into the “clean up the streets” trope. So many cop shows have a main character who thinks of criminals as human garbage or think that sending people to jail ultimately betters the world. And they make that stance very clear. But Shawn is really just invested in doing the right thing by someone else. He doesn’t just immediately go for the obvious suspect. He openly believes and makes friends with convicts. He finds redeeming qualities in criminals who people would otherwise despise, like Yang and Despereaux. He works hard to right his wrongs when it comes to cases. (Maybe this is because he breaks the law at least once per episode and really can’t judge anyone? Like he sees other humans as his equals and it’s kinda refreshing.) It’s just very cool how subtly different the take on good vs evil is in the show. Morality is fluid and I like it.

[twobloodstreams]

citydog

[ohkate]

A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep In dreams you will lose your heartaches, Whatever you wish for, you keep They can't order me to stop dreaming No matter how my heart is grieving I'll keep on believing, and perhaps, someday...

[telephonetrance]

HEYYY im backkk !!! took a bit of a hiatus because of finals !!

[sonicblooms]

i’m really glad that modders are creating new animations and i wish ea would do the same 🙇🏾‍♀️

[konaizumi]

congrats to shaopeng and zixiang for dodging the ep 11 curse by communicating and having confidence in each other

[front-facing-pokemon]

[beartitled]

🎉Ask/Suggestions Event🎉

I remember promising this to my stp ppl 🫵 and also many ppl want tnmn 🫵 so yea 🫵🫵

You can write your suggestions to draw certain characters/ideas or ask a character

During those 4 days: from 17th till 20th of May

TNMN

You can ask:

- Canon characters

- Doubleganger ocs based on my comics (like Sverchzt Triplets)

STP

You can ask:

- My version of Protagonist/Narrator and voices

- Voice goobers

- Male! Princess (please ask or suggest male princess, I want an excuse to draw him more 👀)

- Any version of ingame princess

❗️No pressure pls❗️

I’m doing this for fun, so don’t demand or expect anything

❗️I don’t promise to answer every ask or draw every suggestion

(will only do the ones that I have an idea for/that I liked)

❗️No concrete deadlines for how long it will take

(most likely I’ll be answering till the end of May, but we will see)

Will art be coloured?

I dunno 🤷 You have a 50/50 chance (if I like the idea enough 😈)

Oki, I think that’s it, if you have questions ask em in the comments

now

go explode my ask box 😈💥

[burstfoot]

Just a heads up to people who are writing Ptilopsis/Joyce and want to stick to the way she talks as accurately to canon as possible: Even despite Device #9's effect on her, Joyce can still refer to herself in the first person. She often says "me" or "myself", or uses "I" - she doesn't usually refer to herself as a computer or talk in the third person (i.e., something like "Operator Ptilopsis believes (x)" or "this unit believes (x)"). I wouldn't say she has a super-consistent use of computer terminology that she uses in her regular vocabulary (i.e., you couldn't make a list of phrases that she replaces with specific computer language every single time), it's mostly just unique depending on the circumstance. However, for one effect of Device #9 that is fairly consistent, she usually calls Silence "Silence" or "Dr. Silence" while Device #9 is functioning properly, but calls her "Olivia" when it malfunctions in Dorothy's Vision. However, she DOES refer to herself as "Joyce" in the third person in the flashbacks in the RL Manwha (with the caveat that she's being a little silly here and might purposefully be playing up the computer terminology, which she does fairly often):

Keep in mind that even in the manwha however, she still does use first-person pronouns in the present!

I just thought I'd make this post because I see a lot of people misunderstanding the effect Device #9 has on her way of speaking. As far as I remember and from skimming through all her major appearances, she never calls herself 'this unit' once, even though she does that pretty frequently in fanon. She often refers to her own mental faculties as computer terms and uses computer metaphors a lot, but doesn't usually engage in total depersonalization. Here's an example of her using both first-person language and using computer metaphors at once from her Stories of Afternoon Vignette:

TL;DR When talking, Ptilopsis can use first-person and second-person pronouns, and rarely refers to herself in the third-person. While she often uses computer terminology or computer parts to refer to her actions or mental functions, she usually doesn't refer to herself as a computer (i.e. "this unit").