#thats JUST RENT nothing else

[lolothesilly]

:D

they should invent a job that doesn't affect your schedule or energy level that you don't have to go to if you don't want but you still get paid

[snailcubezz]

ahaha . more of family's getting increasingly bad health complications likely from just living in this fucking house. Haha. Gets Scared

[florida3exclamationpoints]

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[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcannon a nobody wanted at all😊

- most of the dragon slayers+erza eat bugs regularly and it's gross AF to everyone

-Natsu because he grew up in the woods and they were like the number one abundant source of food, same for Wendy but she stopped for a while because Carla told her it was nasty (as soon as she joined the fairy tail guild she reverted so incredibly fast)

-gajeel pretends to thinks it's gross but secretly he really likes the taste he just doesn't wanna have that in common with natsu

- erza and Erik because in the evil slave tower where everyone was starving if you found a bug you ate it before anyone else could grab it from you.

- sting did not do that growing up but started when natsu told him it was good, he does not agree but does it anyway so natsu thinks he's cool

- rogue only tried it a couple times because frosch wanted to try it to be more like a frog and rogue is nothing if not supportive

- laxus grew up normal and thinks all of them are disgusting

- Lucy has the WORST financial skills. Legit they are awful. Everyone thinks she's always broke cuz of the tpd (team property damage) constantly making them lose their reward to repair bills but (while that is a factor) when Lucy sees smth cute that would look great in her apartment she just cannot help herself. Lucy will be so careful trying to save her money then she'll see a new set of stationary and goes "haha rent what rent"

- the hand me down game at fairy tail was fucking insane when they where kids. For levy and lisanna basically everything they owned had been passed down like 6 times already

- that red shirt natsu wore in the flashbacks? Before him it was erza's, and before her it was canas, and before her it was laxus.

- gray wears almost exclusively white jackets because jackets are expensive and if he loses them he would rather they be easy to spot so he can find them again rather then have to buy a new one

- sometimes people will invite erza places for the scary dog privilege when they dont want to be bothered by strangers. Erza has no idea thats the reason she just thought people really liked walking with her through rough parts of town in the middle of the night.

- Carla and lilly have insane beef, for no damn reason. Like both of them are fairly polite so neither will say it openly but every conversation between the two is the most passive aggressive petty insult battle you could imagine

- freed, levy, Lucy and later jellal have a book club where they all meet up and talk about whatever they're reading and play Scrabble and talk a lot of shit about their annoying ass friends.

- happy sometimes comes but he is under no circumstances allowed to bring natsu(he knows what he did)

- when erza met seigrain/jellal in the magic counsel she first tried to attack him, when that proved to be a bad idea she later started specifically destroying stuff under his jurisdiction to make sure he had to deal with as much paperwork as possible

- for her modelling, Mira used to use a very light spray of holy water to remove body hair because it burns it off💀

- wendy romeo and chelia are actually best friends like they are constantly hanging out together just to go do stuff

- erza and Erik hate each other for no reason at all. Like over that year that she worked with crime sorciere they where ALWAYS BEEFING. Every time they were near each other erza was thinking insults she knew he could hear and Erik was fighting for his life not to strangle her to death.

When erza became sclass she used to sit on the 5th step of the stairs because Mira wasn't allowed on those stairs yet and it really pissed her off. She was like, just barely out of reach, so Mira would stand at the bottom the stairs yelling death threats at her and erza would be like "whattt I'm not doing anything I don't even know what your talking about in literally just sitting what are you so mad about"

- when Warren invented cellphones, despite all of them looking like modern smartphones, freed somehow managed to get one that looked exactly like a Blackberry and refuses to get a different one

- Mira used to cut her siblings hair and because she didn't know any good haircuts yet her 2 options where 1- bald or 2- bowl cut. Hence lisannas horrifying cut as a child

[ammifanart]

Just a note

Well I realise this is prolly just a problem for bigger blogs but I wanna put this out here now just for reference. Bots will do this anyway, but to other blogs who maybe run by humans. I can barely afford rent, I live month to month paying bills/food and pretty much nothing else. What I have saved is for my morgage. Please stop dming me, and inboxing me about donating to causes. (I'm pretty sure most of these are just bots but still) Idk if it's just me or if a lot of people get this problem, but if you flood my inbox or dms with plees to donate money I will be blocking you instantly. I don't enjoy doing this to people who ask for help, but I simply don't donate to charity because atm I have no spare income to do so.

Thats all I'll really say on it all. Plz stop.

(Will prolly delete later, this is just a message to those ppl, Cookie run content still coming soon)

[leqonsluv3r]

please read❗️

so as you all know, i haven’t been as active on here in the past couple of months.

here is why; it all started when we first moved into our apartment four months or so ago. the first week we moved in we have had issues with our downstairs neighbor. he has made our life a living hell basically and has complained to management about us a number of times. to preface, we have done nothing wrong. we always keep our noise to a minimum and our dogs never really bark unless they’re scared or playing. but that is besides the point, we got a number of complaints and were given a notice to not let our dogs dedicate on the sidewalk or bark (which was never really a problem to begin with but we complied).

cue those days that go buy, i get a knock on the door after i come home from work.

its an eviction notice.

instantly, im panicked and my mom is panicked. we don’t have money for this, we cant afford a mover or to move again. we just moved. these are all very real thoughts that kept going through my head. my anxiety didn’t make it any better lol, but that was the realness of it. we didn’t have the money or time for that, we had just moved three months prior into this apartment.

so we decided to get a lawyer, the eviction notice gave us two weeks to move out. TWO WEEKS. thats so illegal, hence, the lawyer we got. also the reason they wanted us gone was for our dog peeing on the sidewalk and barking excessively during quiet hours. which, keep in mind, neither has happened at all.

we got a court date after the two weeks, consulted a lawyer. BUT JUST WHEN YOU THINK IT CANT GET ANY FUCKING WORSE.

my mom looses her job, which….is more added stress on top of everything else we have going on. i only make so much and rent where i live is fucking astronomical and almost impossible to pay. hence, why im on here…i hate to be one of these people and i never thought i would have to make one of these, much less post it to my writing blog where i write leon smut lmao. but…i started a go fund me and it’s linked below. if you would like to help out even by a couple dollars…that would be great. even reblogging and sharing.

my mom is applying for foodstamps but we still need to pay for rent and other bills, its all on me and i don’t have all the money myself to do it. so any help at all is appreciated.

i just need all the help i can get right now and i hate asking for it but…

i really need it.

thank you, i love you all. ❤️



[iwoulddieforher]

Necktie Negotiations | Alex Cabot/Casey Novak

author had a bad day so alex and casey are making out against a wall

WARNING !! for they are basically fucking and it's implied they gonna

summary: gay dumbdumb sees loser lesbian with a tie and goes mildly feral, they flirt in legal talk because ofc they do what would you expect

this isn't beta read or edited or anything if you find problems thats not my problem you deal with my typos and poor grammar and bad sentence structure

"What?" Casey murmured, bemused, drying her hands on a paper towel in the bar bathroom with a delicate eyebrow piqued quizzically at the blonde attorney. Alex had her back leaning against the door, arms crossed in front of her chest, her cheeks flushed from alcohol consumption.

"How dare you," Alex echoed again, a slight slur in her tone, and Casey snorted, placing a hand on the bathroom sink to stop herself from swaying just slightly.

They were both tipsy.

A couple times a year, the DA's office rented out a bar, and ushered all of its workers into the establishment for some community bonding. It wasn't unusual that Alexandra "Ice Queen" Cabot, the oh-so-great ADA of the sex crimes unit to attach herself to the white collar attorney, but it always caught Casey the slightest bit of guard regardless.

They were always flirty, always dancing on the line between professional graces and something else entirely, but the fabled prosecutor had a gleam in her eye tonight that Casey didn't recognize.

"How dare I.. what, exactly?" Casey prompted, shaking her head the slightest bit to signal her bewilderment, and Alex took that as a sign enough to stalk forward, into Casey's space and then further, pushing the redhead against the wall with a heady sigh.

"How dare you come to this stupid office party in this," Alex growled in the back of her throat, her hands raising to toy with the tie Casey had fastened around her collar, and the blonde tugged on it experimentally. Casey tried to stop her exhale from being as shaky as it was.

"It's too sexy, Casey, what were you thinking? It should be a crime- no, it is a crime, it's illegal to look that good."

Casey felt herself be pushed back, Alex's fingers creeping around the center of the collarbones to keep her pinned with one hand, the other still idly keeping her tie pulled taut.

"..'Lex-" the redhead started, getting quickly cut off by the blonde moving her face closer, Casey snapping her jaw shut as Alex's face consumed all of her vision.

Alex's blue eyes dropped to fixate on Casey's lips, and then flicked up to one eye, and then the other, tensing her eyebrows, and Casey could do nothing other than run her tongue along her bottom lip slowly before parting them.

The elder attorney really didn't need any more invitation than that.

Casey moaned softly as she felt Alex's mouth gently press on her's, and then the motion repeated more insistantly, Alex's hand dropping from her collar to just above her sternum, her fingers splaying out as her tongue crept against the younger woman's bottom lip.

"Too much," Alex murmured when she surfaced for breath, never letting Casey farther than a millimeter away between kisses, "you're too hot, Casey, God-"

The redhead raised her arms to the crook of the blonde attorney's waist, tugging her flush against her, her breast pressed against Alex's own and she cooed softly, soft kisses on the side of Alex's jaw when the blonde started panting, Casey reveling in the feeling of her chest expanding against her.

"You're criminal," Cabot almost whined- Casey bit her lip with satisfaction at the sound of such an esteemed attorney whining, drunk in a four-star bar's bathroom, desperate for her.

"You gonna prosecute me, counselor?" She taunted softly, a hand raising from Alex's back to the side of her delicate neck, and Alex growled again- Casey pondered internally which she preferred more, the sound of Alex's whimper or her snarl.

Her musing was cut off by a fierce tug on her tie, her body almost being dragged forward with the force of it, being slammed back into Alex's kiss before the blonde's frame ploughed her against the wall once more, Alex's kisses adapting a hunger, and a growing intensity.

Alex's wrist snapped backwards, her arm extending to keep the necktie tugged firmly in the direction behind her, so Casey was forced to allow her to dictate her movements, her position. The redhead had absolutely no argument to this treatment, though, a small gasp as the only thing to leave her lips.

Casey could feel Alex's tongue against her teeth, and then more insistantly in her mouth, and despite herself she could hear her own whimper. Alex separated slightly just to flash her a triumphant grin, cheekily kissing the blunt of Novak's nose teasingly before diving back in without hesitation.

"Alex," Casey breathed into her mouth, the erotic small sounds of the kiss breaking and beginning again, "Alex-"

"Yeah?" Alex broke apart, chest heaving, only to tilt her head to sink her teeth gently into the flesh of Casey's throat, eliciting a small squeak Casey knew she'd never admit to making. "What?"

"Please."

"Ah," Alex jerked the tie again, Casey had almost forgotten she was still holding it, a soft groan leaving her throat as she was pulled forward and then pushed back again, "so you're also criminally impatient."

The redhead hissed softly and the blonde just chuckled, raising her hand where it had been pushed against her sternum to easily flick one of the buttons of Casey's collar free, and then another, but stopping after the third. Casey was entirely unsure how she managed to undo buttons single-handedly so easily but she was in no position to complain about said randomly proficient skill- she was too busy enjoying the feeling of Alex tugging the fabric to the side, sinking her teeth into the now-exposed curve of Casey's neck, right at the junction between her throat and her shoulder.

Casey hissed again, louder, startled when one of Alex's toned, smooth thighs hiked up the blonde's own skirt as the attorney pushed her leg between Casey's own, the younger woman's face flushing to match her hair as the push-pull rhythm Alex had set up through her insistant manipulation of movement via her grip on Casey's tie started to feel like grinding.

She arched her back against the wall, her arms moving to settle over Alex's shoulders as she brought their faces back together for a kiss- a different type of kiss, tongues and teeth rough as Alex sought to prove her dominance and Casey made her work for it.

"You," Alex nipped at her jaw quickly, before returning to her mouth, leaving the word waiting vaguely in the air for a long moment until she came back up for air, "are really in for it now. How dare you." Another quick chomp on Casey's lip, then, "I'm going for the max sentencing."

Casey was unable to deliver a response for a second, turning her head away to the side to force Alex to pause so the redhead could catch her breath, and the blonde was content on simply devouring the column of her neck while she waited for her colleague to breathe.

"Can I get a plea deal?"

Alex's eyebrows shot up and she scoffed playfully, pulling Casey's tie gently- not to move her like she had been before, but just toying with it, appreciating the small groan the redhead made in response.

"I'm not sure, counselor, I've got some pretty strong evidence here." She kissed her, releasing her tie momentarily to instead smooth adoringly over the flat planes of her stomach, and Casey melted into it, her mouth and lips warm, a thin coat of Alex's saliva on her plump bottom lip already evident, further emphasizing the reddened nature due to the way Casey had toyed with it initially and by Alex's loving nips.

"I'm offering-" Casey started when Alex pushed backwards to gasp for breath, getting cut off when the blonde immediately decided Casey was more fulfilling than oxygen was, a low moan from the back of her throat in the middle of her attempted phrase, patient for Alex to resurface so she could finish her sentence, "a confession in turn for a sentencing agreement-"

They were now effectively writhing against the wall, Alex's blazer barely hanging on to her shoulders, Casey's blouse failing the top three buttons, thus exposing a glimpse of the milky expanse of her chest Alex was completely content to drown herself in.

"I'm pleased-" Alex nipped gently, her lips finding a sensitive spot on the corner of her jaw just below the redhead's ear that made Casey squirm, "with your-" she bit down, rehashing an already inflicted hickey on Casey's collar, "willingness to plead," she picked up the tie once again, straining it in the opposite direction harshly, except Casey was already entirely sandwiched between Alex's lithe figure and the wall so there wasn't much space to be dragged in, "guilty."

"I know I look decent in ties, Alex." Casey snorted, a down-turned smile flitting across her face with a note of joking smugness. Alex rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and then bit down a bit harder on Casey's collarbone, basking in the startled yelp elicited.

A fourth button was quickly undone, Casey exposed enough that Alex could drag the fabric to the side so she could admire her cleavage with hunger in round blue eyes, to begin biting lower, lower-

Casey's low, raspy moan broke Alex out of her haste, her chest heaving when she decided she wasn't done toying with her favorite redhead just yet.

"Elaborate on this confession you offer, counselor."

"A verbal testimonial of exactly what I thought when I put this o-" Casey was, once again, cut off by the press of Alex's lips on her's.

She was utterly and entirely insatiable. The feeling of Casey against her, writhing and squirming for more contact was by far more addicting than anything she had ever experienced before. So much so she could barely stand to speak at all, or be patient enough to allow the redhead to finish her sentences.

After weeks of trying to catch glimpses of her in hallways and counting down the days until some stupid DA's office arrangement to use as an excuse to sidle up beside her and listen to her deep, honey-sweet voice voice in her ear as the ambitious attorney leaned into her side to be heard over the bustling of the crowded bar space. Casey was her's for the night. Jesus Christ, she was her's, and Alex was making the absolute most of that.

How they would manage to get somewhere more appropriate to get Casey properly beneath her was beyond her, currently. But maybe Casey shaking against this wall would be enough to tide her over to drag the white collar ADA someplace else. The redhead didn't seem far off from that being a reality, either, Alex wasn't sure if Casey noticed the way her thighs were shifting against Alex's leg but she certainly was and it was overinflating both her ego and her confidence.

"So, you confess this crime was premeditated?" Alex gasped, mock outraged, and Casey couldn't help but break out into little breathless chuckles, her cheeks rose-tinted and warm, so exhilarated the tip of her perfect nose was pink, too.

"I plead the fifth-?"

And then Casey was whining for real, because Alex had slipped her hand beneath the fabric of the redhead's blouse and cupped her palm over the bud of her breast above her bra, splaying her fingers and toying with what she knew was concealed beneath the lace and Casey felt like if Alex wasn't pressing her so adamantly against the wall her legs would lock and she'd be down on the ceramic tiles of the bathroom floor.

"Hnm- Cabot," Casey was moaning, back arched against the wall, head turned to the side so Alex could bite her to her heart's content as her fingers played coyly, "Alex-"

"It's too late for plea deals and your mirandas," Alex murmured, nuzzling her face into the side of Casey's, inhaling the smell of her dark perfume and the traces of her hair products, caramel and smoked wood and something almost like cherries.

"You're being sentenced to incarceration in my bedroom tonight," her fingers slipped beneath the remaining layer of fabric and she felt Casey's muscles bunch desperately, the redhead squeezing her eyes shut with a strangled little plead as Alex let her fingertip draw a little circle, "and I'm going to keep you writhing like this until I've achieved restitution in full for how pent up watching you flaunt around in this has made me."

Casey looked up at her, sharp eyes softened in the corners with need, her pupils so dilated Alex would've guessed her eyes were onyx instead of green. Her mouth was parted, just slightly, and she was still panting, her head tilted just the slightest bit to the side with an expression that made Alex positively starving. She could devour Casey whole, she was going too-

The bathroom door swung open abruptly and they both jumped, Alex freeing her hand of Casey's chest and spinning quickly, shielding the exposed ADA with her body as Casey flattened herself instinctively against the wall.

"Miss Cabot," Elizabeth Donnelly said tiredly, raising an eyebrow pointedly as the blonde attorney's face flushed, lips parted with shock at the sudden intrusion, "and.. is that Miss Novak behind you?"

"Judge Donnelly, Your Honor, I- uhm-?" Alex hastened, mind reeling, entirely unsure what to say to her supervisor. She sensed Casey behind her trying to close up her blouse sheepishly, still hiding behind Alex like a pair of reckless teenagers might.

"We're not in court," Donnelly sighed, removing her glasses to polish the interiors with the side of her dress shirt, "but it's ironic for an ADA of the sex crimes division to engage in public indecency, no?"

"Technically I'm the one who was indecent," Casey piqued, surprising both of the blonde's with her rather casual tone, and then stepped carefully around Alex's frame, now reconcealed- if it wasn't for the line of red marks trailing up the side of her neck, above her collar she had just readjusted. Casey straightened her tie, Alex's face flushing a new shade of crimson at the sight of her fixing up what Alex had just been so desperately tugging at. Despite her nonchalance, Casey was averting eye contact very adamantly with either of the women in the suddenly claustrophobic bar bathroom.

Elizabeth snorted, her eyebrows furrowing with a pained expression, "at least you're not drunk enough to neglect a lawyer's marriage to technicalities. Get lost, you two."

Alex did not need another word of dismissal and without thinking snatched Casey's hand in her's and tugged past Donnelly, who huffed.

"Your secret is safe with me," the judge called after them dryly, in place of a goodbye, "..except for with Lena. I suppose I owe her that Merlot, now."

The blonde attorney decided internally she was not going to bristle at the fact apparently the judges were placing bets on the hookups of the younger attorneys in their office, rather turning hesitantly to Casey. The hunger had not left her body, though, and the second she made eye contact with the redhead she was positive Casey wasn't ready to let the interruption spoil their fun.

".. I was just convicted, wasn't I? Trial concluded."

Alex exhaled, nodding slowly, fire igniting once again in her stomach.

"Time for us to go serve out your sentencing."

[kittybobitty]

Modern BingQiu/BingYuan AU thats arguably not AU but post canon where Shen Yuan wakes up in a hospital because he never actually died and was in a coma the whole time.

There had been signs he would wake up he hadn't recognized. He had heard modern Mandarin dialect around him, which no one else on the peak could hear. He had seen blurry faces of nurses in his sleep. But by the time he had realized what it all meant, his consciousness was already being stripped away.

He awakens in a cold hospital bed, and he's told he's been asleep for over 5 years. It's a modern miracle he's alive. He doesn't want to be. He's terrified. Was Binghe left with a cold, lifeless corpse, or the soul of his loveless original flavor of shizun? Or were the nurses right, and the last 5 years of his life just a dream.

He feels cold all the way through. It takes weeks for his body to recover but there's no recovering for his heart. There's no one for him to call to bring him home. He's released from the hospital and takes a taxi to his apartment. But when he gets there, his keys don't work. Of course not, it's been five years. Someone else has moved in.

He's at a complete loss. By gaining his life back, he's lost everything: his husband, his home, every friend he ever had. He's at his wits end when he checks the balance in his bank. His checking account barely has anything left in it after automatic payments that were never stopped bled it dry.

He plugs in his phone in an internet café, obsolete and uncharged after 5 years, hoping maybe the phone company would refund the years he was legally dead.

However, it's already midnight, and no one would answer even if he called, so he lays down on the floor of the cubicle he's rented with his last few hundred yuan. It's cold and lonely. Any lie he could tell himself to soften the pain feels cruel.

"Finally rid of that whimpering child of a husband."

"Good riddance."

"No more worries of breaking the bed."

No. Every lie burns. He wants nothing more to curl into the warmth of his husband; to hear his soft snoring, and the way he would mutter in his sleep. His empty stomach yearns for the perfect congee he ate every morning with Luo Binghe gazing at him like he was the only light in his dark world.

Part of him thinks, if he died again, for real this time, would be go back? Even if he didn't, maybe it would be better than staying in a world without Luo Binghe. But then again, what if that ruined any chance of him ever seeing Luo Binghe again, even in the afterlife.

Shen Yuan sobs himself to sleep.

An employee shakes him awake at 6 am sharp. His rental has ended and his card declined the renewal. Shen Yuan quietly nods and takes his phone off the charger, turns it on as he leaves with nothing else in his possession but an empty wallet and the clothes on his back.

But his phone rings to life. Hundreds of notifications fill the screen. Though there are bill reminders and missed calls from his landlord that date back through the years, at the forefront are recent messages from "Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky."

[✈️ YOU BETTER HAVE WOKEN UP TOO]

[✈️ Oh my GOD this is literally worse than being dead for real]

[✈️ Bitch ANSWER THESE MESSAGES]

[✈️ COME GET YO DOG!!!]

The picture that follows is blurry but more than enough. Dark curly hair, tanned skin, and a red blur on the forehead of a red eyed figure. Shen Yuan is running aimlessly as fast as he can, his heart thundering in his chest.

[Wheerte arr you_/_?]

His messages are nearly intelligible. He can barely see the keyboard on his phone through the tears wellings in his eyes.

Airplane(? Shang Qinghua? He never knew his real name) sends him his address with some less than patient words and he punches it into his GPS.

[🥒 It will take me a while to walk there, but I'll be there]

[🥒 TELL HIM IM COMING]

He's ready to jet off running again, but he gets another message.

[✈️ WALK HERE? BRO]

[✈️ Did you not just wake up after being a REAL vegetable for 5 years? Take the train!]

[🥒 can't. I'm broke.]

After one money transfer and a 2 hour train ride later, Shen Yuan is trembling outside the door of an unfamiliar house. He's horrified that everything has been a lie. That he's still dreaming on the floor of the net café. He reaches to knock on the door but hesitates.

Before his knuckles can meet the wood, he hears Binghe's voice clear as day.

"SHIZUN! I can smell him! He's here!" There's the sound of a struggle, "Let me go, WORM! I need to see him!"

"NO! You'll rip my door off it's hinges!"

Shen Yuan grabs the doorknob and yanks it open without another thought.

Red eyes suddenly meet his. Luo Binghe has frozen mid struggle with Shang Qinghua on the floor, trying to hold him back with his arms around his leg.

For a moment, Shen Yuan is self conscious. He looks so different, his frame and hair are shorter, his face rounder and eyes not nearly as sharp. He doesn't even carry himself the same, with that aloof and all knowing facade he wore in the cultivation world.

But his worries are immediately put to rest as Luo Binghe's long arms wrap tightly around him and tether him to reality. This is his reality now, and he's okay with that. As long as his Binghe is with him.

[whatcannotbesaid-shallbewept]

"This is The Sound Of Something Being Born" (But What?)

Like anyone else who's listened to it, I just can't stop thinking about Warriors.

It's a dense work, and while the genderswap is probably my favourite thing about it, there's two other things about the story that I'm obsessed with. "This is the sound of something being born", and the song Same Train Home.

I've done my post on the genderswap so consider this Part 2 of my "favourite things about The Warriors" meta series.

But while the Genderswap is important to Warriors it's not the main thesis of the story.

While "This is the sound of something born" definitely is the thesis. It's in the first song, and the finale line of the last song. It's the mic-drop moment that ends the album. So what's being born exactly? And what do I have to add to this thesis?

It's important to pay attention to who says that line. Firstly, it's the guest rappers on Survive The Night. Then it's Cleon in Finale.

Cleon is definitely the heart (or soul?) of the story - she's the one who believes in Cyrus, the Warrior who has the highest emotional stakes in that dream being destroyed.

But Cyrus' dream isn't what Cleon is talking about in the finale. So... what?

Eisa Davis has already said what's actually being born in the final song... it's Hip-hop.

She calls the album "a love letter to the origins of the Hip-Hop". You can look at the plot through a lense of the Cyrus truce "enabling the the cultural conditions that created hip-hop". Like the real gang truces did in the 70s.

That's why the guest rappers are the first ones to say "this is the sound of something being born".

I basically agree with @thewhizzyhead that Luther killing Cyrus made peace between the gangs impossible. That dream is firmly dead.

The Gramercy Riffs even admit this themselves. In the end, they break the peace. In their words "Fuck the truce, and do what's right."

By the finale, the album admits that peace isn't a sustainable goal anymore. Hell, it's not even worth it. Guys like Luther need to be stopped, and peace isn't working.

And this is where I go a little bit feral because... thats what RENT says!! And like Lin Manuel Miranda, I fucking love RENT.

One of the final lines of act one of RENT is - "The opposite of war isn't peace, its creation".

Which is almost exactly the same as Warriors' final thesis. Destruction, peace, creation.

Luther wants blind destruction, Cyrus and The Riffs want peace but fail, and in the end Cleon declares - "This is the sound of something being born"

Now that's always been a great line from RENT, but not really one that the story focuses on.

Jonathan Larson was a very political writer, only really writing charged satire before RENT. But I wouldn't really call RENT politically charged . (Partly due to his editors asking him to change things)

A lot of people have praised the ending of Warriors for being hopeful - and it very much is hopeful.

But it shouldn't be? Right?

If you look objectively at the situation - Cyrus is dead, Fox and Ajax are gone, Luther destroyed any chance of peace, and you know. They're still a gang dealing with things like poverty and police violence.

Over the course of Warriors nothing actually changes for the better. In fact, things are probably worse.

The situation is hopeless - but for some reason, the characters aren't. And the narrative rewards them for this.

You see, RENT ends in the exact same way. Things get worse - some of them die, relationships get ruined, most of them don't achieve their dreams. They still all have death sentences over their head, they're still poor. Everything's the same.

But one single thing changes.

Mimi, after a indirect suicide attempt, survives. And afterwards, she wants to live.

That's the triumphant moment the show ends on. RENT is a very optimistic show, and this is how it justifies all that optimism. With just one small, insignificant thing, like hope.

The same happens with Cleon. Things get worse, but Cleon still has hope.

This is what the line "The opposite of war isn't peace, its creation" actually means. It's another example of RENT's optimism.

It's blind optimism that doesn't really make logical sense - but it ends up being proven right anyway. In a very metatextual way.

Some of the characters in RENT probably don't even survive much longer after the final song - but Mark managed to record a lot of their lives in his documentary.

The film that plays in the final moments of the play, is also subtextually - the musical RENT. Something was lost, but something was created too. RENT didn't just create itself, but half a hundred other culturally relevant musicals. Some of which you may already know - In The Heights, Hamilton, Warriors.

Watching the musical RENT over and over, you get a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy. A story loops back in on itself. It's the same with Warriors.

Eventually the birth Hip-hop happened, and then Warriors. It's own self-fulfilling prophecy. This is the sound of something being born.

[angelst4re]

Hiiii i love your work sm <3 ur one of my favorite jamie x reader accs, i already requested smth like this a bit ago but theres absolutely no Caius stuff whatsoever (my babys underrated🥹) 😭 i was wondering if you could write a caius smutt? Id love smth with a daddy kink but if thats not smth youre comfy with do whatever ^~^ and maybe the reader being Bellas sis👀 SJSJSJSJ but yea thats all

of course!! i remember getting some caius requests a while ago but i never got around to writing them which is a shame because they had so much potential :( this also turned out a lot longer than i expected! i hope you like it my love <33

Only You- Caius Volturi x Fem!Reader

summary: caius had offered you a life of everlasting luxury, all you had to do was leave your life behind

warnings: contains smut!! daddy kink (hoping and praying it isn't cringey!), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

notes: caius my beloved i don't write enough for him :(

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“Why don’t you think about it, hm?” His thumb was placed under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him.

“I just… I don’t want to leave my family- my sister!” You frowned, thinking about how Bella would react if you had suddenly ‘run away from home’.

“Your sister is a fool, my dear. She’s already in a relationship with one of us. But-”

“Edward? That can’t be true! He still goes to school, he’s not a- he can't be a… vampire.” The word tasted bitter on your tongue as your eyes met Caius’ again.

“Oh, but he is. But you see, he isn’t like us. He lives a very different life, one very similar to yours. A very repetitive, tiring, mundane life. But, my darling, I can change that for you. All you have to say is one word, then you will be mine- and I will be yours- forever.”

You looked back down at your shoes, a pair of dark red heels you had bought especially for this visit, and thought. You were tired of your life as it was, a dead end 9 to 5 job, living in your fathers house as you couldn’t afford the rent on your apartment, it felt like you were living the same day over and over again and there was no way out. But this could be the way out. There was nothing Caius couldn’t offer you. A never ending life of luxury, who would be so stupid as to turn it down?

“I’ll think about it.” You promised him, “I will return tonight and leave with you if the answer is a yes. But if I decide not to, then this will be goodbye.”

He gently stroked his cold fingers over your cheek as he nodded his head.

“We return to Volterra at midnight, if you decide to come with us.” Was all he said before he turned around and walked away, leaving you by yourself in the alleyway.

You had a decision to make. And you had 4 hours to make it.

However, there was no decision to make, you already knew what you were going to do. And you knew there was going to be no regret in doing so.

By the time you returned home, it was almost 9pm. You were glad to see Charlie wasn’t home, and you had been told Bella was at the Cullen’s house, so you rushed into the kitchen and pulled out a page of paper from one of Charlie’s notepads and scribbled an apology note, explaining that you were leaving tonight, that this town was holding you back, and telling them not to contact you as you were leaving your phone behind. You took your phone from your bag and placed it next to the note, before heading to your bedroom.

You took your old gym bag and started filling it with clothes- although you knew you wouldn’t need them, Caius would spoil you with dresses made of the finest velvet and silk, and anything else you could possibly want. You also packed the only photo you had of you and you and Bella, in a photo frame she had made you at school. You hated the thought of leaving your little sister behind, but there was a chance that you weren’t. If she was already in a relationship with Edward, there was a possibility that she would also become one of them.

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You had made it back to Volterra, Caius did not let you out of his sight the entire journey. Every time Marcus or Aro (or even Alec) would make a comment about you or Caius’ relationship, he would only hold you closer and remind them of how he would turn you in the morning, once you had rested, and that you were sure to become more powerful than they could imagine, which made you smile to yourself.

Later that night, Caius had shown you around where you will be staying, and you couldn’t believe how beautiful the room was. The walls were a deep red, as was the bedding, but there were also gold accents such as a few decorative vases, and curtains that covered the door to the balcony. Everything looked so luxurious, so expensive. You were sure you were dreaming.

“Caius,” you gasped as you looked around the room, “this is beautiful!”

“Look in the wardrobe, I hope you like what was chosen. I don’t know anything about your personal style, but-”

“Oh my gosh!” You pulled out a dark red nightgown, it looked quite short as you held it up, and that was when you noticed the black lace that decorated the hem of the dress.

Something shifted inside of Caius, a smirk began to creep onto his lips as he walked over to you.

“I think you should try it on, baby.” He said, his fingers lingering on the hem of your t-shirt.

“Do you think it’ll look good on me?” You asked, in a seductive tone as you turned around to face Caius.

“You would look heavenly in anything.” He said, leaning down to your ear to whisper “or even nothing at all.”

At that, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, and you kissed him. He seemed surprised by it at first, but he soon began to take control and kissed you back. There has been so much sexual tension between the two of you ever since you first met. He knew from the beginning that he wanted you by his side forever, and you knew you wanted to take him to bed. And here you were.

You were quickly stripped of your t-shirt by his quick hands, tearing it in two as he pushed you down onto the bed. You giggle as your back hits the mattress, before he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss.

"Caius I-"

"Darling, that isn't my name…" He says, giving you a teasing look. His eyes sparkled when you replied,

"Sorry, daddy."

"Now, that's my good girl." His lips returned to yours once more as his hands slid down your body, your back involuntarily arched as he slid your trousers down your legs, followed by your panties, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

After noticing this, you reached around your body to take your bra off, but you were stopped.

"Now you're with me, sweetheart, you'll never have to lift a finger. Daddy will do anything for you, all you have to do is be a good girl for me, okay?" He unclasped your bra and slid it off your body, dropping it to the floor beside him.

The way he looked at your body surprised you, nobody had ever looked at you like this before. He looked like he had just won the lottery, or he had just been told the best news of his life. His eyes took in the sight of your breasts for a moment, cupping one with his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipples which caused you to let out a breathy moan as your eyes fell shut. He repeated this action on your other boob, and you found yourself spreading your legs apart further, your back arching and your cunt begging to be touched.

“Caius-” You were cut off, unable to finish your sentence, by the vampire biting down on your shoulder- not to turn you, but as a warning. “Daddy,” you corrected yourself, panting as he continued to toy with your nipples, “I need you to touch me.”

“But I am touching you, darling.” He teased, his lips pressing gentle kisses over the spot where he had bitten you, “how do you want me to touch you, hm?”

“I want you to… use your fingers… down there.”

“Ah, I see,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed himself up, holding your legs to keep them spread for him as he moved down to get a better view of your aching cunt. “Awh, sweetheart,” he mocked you as he ran a finger up and down your slick folds, “is this all for me?”

“Yes, daddy. Only you.”

It was as if your words carried magic, as his face was buried between your thighs in an instant, his tongue delving into your core. He finally got a taste of you, and he was certain he would never get enough of this.

Your back arched impossibly further and your nails dug into his shoulders through his black silk shirt. His tongue was circling your clit, then he was sucking the nub between his lips, and then you felt one of his hands on your thighs move, and he was teasing a finger over your hole, feeling your cunt pulse as he pressed the tip of his finger inside of you before pulling it back out again and circling your hole once more.

He enjoyed teasing you like this, after years or even decades of having nobody to touch in such a way, he never wanted this to end. But as you were still a human, he knew your body would not be ready for his yet, and he was trying his hardest not to flip you onto your stomach, prop your hips up and fuck you brainless. But it was impossible to resist when your moans escaped your lips, they were like music to his ears, but he wanted to make sure you were ready.

He had given in, he slipped his middle finger into your hole and let go of your clit with a ‘pop’ sound. As he fucked you with his finger, he decided you were ready to take another one, so his index finger joined the first one in stretching you out.

“Darling, I’m afraid of hurting you if we go any further. You need to let me know you’re definitely okay with this, I’m being serious.”

“I can take it,” you panted, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, “please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, daddy.”

It only took seconds for him to strip off his clothes, he was then completely bare in front of you. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t shoot straight towards his cock, but the sight of his beautifully sculpted torso made your cheeks flush, and you suddenly felt a little self conscious in front of him. You tried to push that feeling aside, especially when your eyes found their way to his cock again. It was a little bigger than anything you had taken before, which excited you more than you expected.

“You have done this before, right?” He asked, gently as he stroked his cold hand up and down your thigh, returning to his place, kneeling between your legs.

You nodded your head, and he seemed to feel a little relieved.

“Only twice- both with humans.” You thought you should clarify.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. It’s just a little bit different for us.”

He took his cock in his hand, pumping it a couple times in his fist before he rubbed the head against your clit, making you bite down on your lip as he had left you feeling very sensitive.

“You see,” he began as he brought the tip of his cock down towards your hole, lining himself up with you, “we don’t get tired very easily,” he started to move his hips, the first couple inches sliding into you with a surprising ease, “that means I could take you all night and not have to stop, I could watch you come apart again and again and not grow tired,” once he was fully inside of you, stuffing you to the brim, he looked down at you and into your eyes, “but it won’t be like that tonight, darling. I don’t want to hurt you, and I haven’t done this in quite a while, I may not be able to control myself.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, “don’t be afraid to be rough with me. I can take it. I promise.”

At that, you felt his hips move and his dick twitch, and he began to slip his cock out of you, so just the tip remained, before pounding back into you, earning a breathy moan from you, and him to mutter lewd words under his breath as your cunt pulsed around him.

“I love you so much, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He asked, his brows furrowed as his hips began to thrust at such a pace you had to wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into the bedsheets in hopes to keep you from floating away, because it felt better than anything you had ever felt before.

“Yes, daddy. Always your good girl.” You babbled, words spilling from your lips without any thought process. You were unable to think about anything other than the pleasure he was giving you.

You could feel him deeper inside you than you’ve ever felt before, he was hitting spots you never knew were there, causing your brain to feel fuzzy, along with your tummy. You could also feel a knot starting to tighten in your stomach, which felt like it could snap at any point, sending you over the edge.

“I love you too,” you finally said back, “so much, so so much.”

“I know, sweet girl.” He said, a sympathetic smile on his lips, knowing you were getting close.

He flipped the two of you over, he was now sat against the headboard and you were sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing your high.

You felt his hips begin to thrust upwards, and his cock was even deeper than it had been before. His hands were placed gently on your hips, as to not bruise your skin. He guided you up and down on his length, and you threw your head back, shameless moans spilling from your lips.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so close. Please, please can I-”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m right here. Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” His thumb stroked over your clit, helping to push you over the edge.

In moments, you felt the white hot pleasure rush through your body, making your thighs tremble beneath you as you collapsed onto Caius’ chest, your body going limp, trying to process the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced.

As your walls clenched and pulsed around his cock, he was pushed over the edge and his hips bucked up as he spilled his seed inside of you, causing you to whimper due to the overstimulation. He apologised and kissed your forehead, holding your warm body close to his cold chest as you came down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and when you finally returned to reality, you turned your face to look at Caius, giving him a lazy smile as his fingers combed through your hair soothingly.

“There she is,” he smiled, trying to help you get comfortable on his lap, forgetting his cock was still buried inside you. You let out a groan when you felt it twitch, you weren’t sure you were ready for round two as you suddenly felt overtaken by tiredness, you could feel it in your bones.

“I don’t think I can go again, I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologise. You need to rest, my dear. I’ll stay here as long as you need, but if you’d rather sleep by yourself that’s perfectly fine.”

“Stay.” Was all that you could say before your eyelids fell shut once more, and you dreamt of the life you would live with Caius. You dreamt of a big home, the sun shining through the windows and onto your white bed sheets. You dreamt of waking by the side of your newly wed husband. You dreamt of all the possibilities that came with living forever, with your love by your side.

[thecosmiccrow]

Dog. Literally nothing else just a dog that I found in my kitchen. Turns out he doesn’t pay rent. So now I’m sending this lil fella to a random address

i think thats a horse actually, havent seen even a great dane be that big.

[anonzentimes]

Hello :)

What are some of your favorite komaeda dialogues?

I literally could be here all day saying lines of his I love to death. I will try to include as many brain worms as I can anon.

this lives in my head rent free he is so silly for this he is so funny i adore him thats it there's nothing more to it i just think its really funny

CRITICAL DAMAGE. EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. IT'S SO GOOD SO GOOD AND ALSO REALLY GOOD FOR ANALYZING HIM AND THE FACT HE CARES FOR PEOPLE BEYOND THEIR STATUS BUT DOESN'T FULLY UNDERSTAND IT BECAUSE HE'S SO FAR GONE

this I adore mostly for analytical purposes since it proves he actually is concerned about the impression he makes which solidifies when he's disturbing everyone he's either not self aware, melting down, or sees nothing wrong with it and it's pretty nice to have confirmation

THIS MOMENT IS JUST SO COOL AND WHWHWHEHWHHDHWHW LIKE WHAT ELSE DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY ITS SO IMPACTFUL AND AWESOME

both of these live in my head rent free and i can say them both from memory

an absolute icon.

these are only just a few lines I love from him, sorry if some of the answers are basic haha

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Prompt: Stede wants to have sex, Ed is feeling two dysphoric to have sex. They come to a compromise: they get out the strapless strap on and Stede fucks his ass while Ed is wearing the strapless strap and Stede jerks it off and calls him a good boy (if you've never worn a strapless strap it's got a part that goes in your hole, thats how it stays attached in theory (in practice it usually slips out unless you lay on your back and jerk off) and a textured bit that presses up against your clit so you can feel when the penis attachement is being moved around)

Been saving this for sexual sunday. Absolutely delighted by everything about it, when you sent it in I literally gasped aloud because I couldn't believe I've never written anything with a strapless strap before. It has truly been living rent free in my head and Jamie I cannot thank you enough for this prompt.

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Stede finally looked up from his book again around Ed's sixth extremely melodramatic sigh.

"Ed," he said, reaching over to put a comforting hand on Ed's thigh, "it's really not a big deal."

"But you said," Ed whined. "You said you wanted to have sex."

"And you're not up for it," Stede shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

It was pretty unusual, for their moods to not match up when it came to sex, and that made it feel even worse. Of course, there were the occasional nights where one of them was too tired or just not in the mood, but usually they were synched up like clockwork. Ed had always joked to himself that he was a bit of a slut, but Stede could get him going at a moment's notice.

The worst part was that Ed was horny. They'd just gotten back home from the farmer's market, where Stede had whispered in his ear across the picnic table where they ate lunch about what he'd do to him when he got home, and they barely made it inside the door before Stede had him pinned back against the wall, his kisses and touches desperate and hungry.

Usually, Ed's bottom dysphoria was very manageable. Especially considering how much his cock had grown since he'd started on T decades ago, he could usually deal with it okay. Having a self-lubricating hole was convenient if nothing else, and when they played around with Stede lightly making fun of him for having a little dick, Ed had a lot of fun. He had a pretty good relationship with his body nowadays, especially since Stede so vocally loved every part of him.

But today...yeah, it was rough today. The feeling of how wet he was made him cringe when Stede slid a finger along his hole, and he kept thinking about how much he wished he could look down and see a proper boner between his legs. The way he kind of had to spread himself open with his fingers to watch his little cock perk up felt annoying instead of arousing, and he was embarrassed of his body in a way he almost never was with Stede.

So they'd stopped. Stede had tucked himself away, and he'd already lost his boner just from seeing how upset Ed had gotten, so Ed felt out of place even offering a blowjob or something. Every way he could think of to have sex today felt, in one way or another, uncomfortable.

Ed heaved another great pitiful sigh.

"Alright," Stede said, then, and Ed's heart fluttered in his chest because Stede had his favorite smile, now, the one that was sharp and toothy. Stede smiled like that when he had an idea so crazy there was no way it wouldn't work. "Think I might have an idea."

What Ed needed, they decided, was some gender-affirming sex.

They almost never used the strapless strap. They'd bought it a while back, when they'd been experimenting with Stede domming Ed while bottoming, and it honestly had never seen much use even though they'd put so much time into finding one that matched Ed's skin tone very closely and they both loved the look of. Stede just wasn't a very big fan of being penetrated, and a strapless strap was exciting in its novelty but in practice it was really hard to use it without it slipping out.

Now, though, as they eased the strap in and Ed looked down to see a dick between his legs, curving up towards his belly? It felt like a relief.

"There we go," Stede said, settling between Ed's legs, hand laying protectively over Ed's hipbone. "You're so hard for me, aren't you, Ed?"

"Mm, yeah - oh, fuck," Ed whimpered, the noise turning into a bitten-off moan as Stede stroked the strap. The movement pressed the grinding attachment against Ed's hard clit, and he bucked his hips up into the feeling.

Ed loved grinders. He firmly believed that he was put on this earth to hump things. But, now, he looked down at Stede stroking his cock, and he felt pleasure from it, andhe just let his body melt into the sheets so he could take it like a -

"Good boy," Stede praised, taking his hand off the strap so he could slick up his own cock. "Ready?"

"Please," Ed begged, his voice turning needy and shameless. "Please, please, please. Need it."

"Alright, good boy." Stede bent forward, kissing down Ed's tummy to his pubic bone, looking up at Ed with a wink as he planted a kiss right on the head of the dildo.

Ed's fingers clenched in the sheets as Stede pressed the head of his dick to his hole.

"Yes," he sighed, his body shaking with relief and pleasure as Stede eased in. Stede had been very generous with the lube, so the slide was slick and easy, and with both his holes full, Ed felt -

"So tight," Stede breathed, his hips rolling in tiny little jerks as he fully buried himself inside Ed. "You're so tight like this, sweetheart. Feel good?"

Ed wiggled his hips. "More?"

"Your wish is my command," Stede laughed, getting his hands on Ed's hips so he could hold him in place. Ed's hands flew up to grab at the pillows, trying to anchor himself as Stede immediately set a steady, firm pace, fucking him hard into the mattress.

The dildo bobbed between Ed's legs, bouncing with each thrust, and Ed's toes curled at the sight. He whined shamelessly, begging for more, and Stede just pounded into him until he felt desperate enough to start to reach down to touch himself.

"Hands above your head," Stede said firmly.

Ed snapped his hands back into place. "Will you touch my cock? Please?"

Stede obligingly reached between them to grope at the strap, taking his time with it. He teased Ed with the lightest touches he could manage, stroking it lightly in just the right way to tease Ed's clit as it moved, swirling his thumb around the head just like he would a real cock.

As much as Stede was trying to tease him, just the image of Stede jerking off the strap and the sensation of getting pleasure from it was sending Ed rapidly towards the edge anyway.

"Please," Ed half-sobbed, his eyes filling with helpless tears, a bit too far gone to even know what he was begging for. "Please, Stede, please."

"You're alright, good boy," Stede said, folding Ed nearly in half so he could fuck into him hard and fast, pressing the sweetest kisses to Ed's cheeks. "You're being so good, Ed, such a good boy for me. Taking it so well. Letting me touch your pretty cock. So tight and good for me."

"Thank you," Ed squeaked. "Can I come, please?"

"Yeah?" Stede smiled down at him obligingly, and he finally started jerking the strap properly, maintaining the fantasy by twisting his wrist at the head on every upstroke and giving Ed more than enough friction against his clit. "You gonna come for me? Gonna be my good boy and come on my cock?"

"Yes," Ed gasped, his hips jerking, his body unable to decide between grinding into the friction or rocking down on Stede's cock. "I'm gonna - you're gonna make me -"

"Come on my cock like a good boy, Ed," Stede said, just firm enough that Ed took it as an order.

He came, hard, gasping and shaking with it, and he barely had time to come down from the oversensitivy before Stede was taking his hand off the strap to grab Ed's hips hard, holding him steady for a few last powerful slams before he stilled, groaning into Ed's ear as he filled him up.

Ed giggled breathlessly, wiggling his hips, loving the feeling of Stede's hips jerking weakly as he came inside him.

"So," Stede said, kissing Ed's cheek as he straightened up, "I think that plan worked."

"Mm, can't talk right now." Ed hissed softly as Stede pulled out, immediately reaching up to him for cuddles. "You fucked my brains out."

Ed didn't want to take the strap out, not yet, so Stede spooned him, occasionally reaching down to play with the trickle of come from Ed's hole.

When they both finally felt up to moving again, when Ed had begrudingly allowed Stede to slip the strap out, he still had to clean himself up because he didn't quite feel up to letting anyone else touch him without the strap in.

"You know I wouldn't change a thing about your body," Stede told him, still obviously a bit worried.

"I know," Ed promised, kissing the corner of Stede's mouth because he knew that would always make Stede kiss him again. "Still just feel like this sometimes. No one's fault."

No one's fault. Not Ed's, either. He was getting better at believing that.

When they made it back to the living room, and Stede sat down to finish his book and Ed booted up Stardew Valley, he felt much better.

They glanced up at the same time as Stede turned a page, made eye contact across the room. Love you, Stede mouthed.

Ed mouthed back an I love you more!

Stede let him win that little game, tonight.

[ceasarslegion]

I know i have a lot of teenagers who follow me because i dont baby talk to them regarding things like drugs and alcohol and sex. So i wanted to throw out some advice that still saves my ass every day as an adult that i learned to instill in myself as a teenager:

-Learn how to keep house. I know that every adult is beating job skills into you right now and its overwhelming to say to least, but no matter what you end up doing with your life, you will need to know how to cook and clean and budget and go grocery shopping and do laundry and the dishes and x y z. You will need to know how to work with cleaning products like bleach safely and without creating mustard gas by accident. If you figure that out now, you will be able to take care of yourself for the rest of your life. Those are skills that you WILL need every day in the real world no matter what.

-i want to asterix the budgeting part. I know way too many grown adults who could be doing very well for themselves who are broke as shit and actively getting worse because they cant budget to save their lives. Managing your finances is what will often be the difference between living relatively comfortably and struggling to get by.

-dont get roommates if you can help it. I know you will want to, and it will seem like a fun idea to live with your friends and like nothing would go wrong, but roommates ruin friendships. If you can afford to live on your own when you first head out, do it. Trust me, paying the full rent is worth not having to deal with other peoples bullshit taking up your living space. I learned this the hard way, dont be like me. The only people you should be actively looking to live with at the young adult stage of your life are any permanent partner(s) that might come along the way, and you should rush that either. And taking some proper time to be on your own will do you so much good in the long run in realizing what kind of person you are and what you need in things like work, relationships, life in general, etc.

-you don't need a brand new car, and your first apartment doesnt need to be high end and fancy. All your firsts for those things need to be are functional, safe, and reliable. And you will love them regardless if theyre your first car/apartment. And you dont really NEED a car if youre an urbanite with a reliable enough transit system, either. Thats more of an individual thing if thats your situation. I live in an older apartment building with a stove from a brand that doesnt even exist anymore, but its real spacious for one person, in a nice part of downtown where everythings still right outside my door, and all my utilities are included. I pay 500 dollars less in rent a month for this than my coworker who lives 2 blocks away from me and has half the space i do with none of the utilities included because its all smart tech and luxury suites in that building. You don't need all that, you will not notice the difference when you actually live there.

-no one cares about high school tier drama when you hit your college years, especially if you go to an academically-based school. In my experience at least, the schools the nerds end up at think the d&d club is the coolest one on campus. This will pass, you will be fine. The nerds really do inherit the earth after you graduate, and all those bullies really do peak in high school. The guy who was the worst offender towards me in high school now literally pumps gas for his dads gas station because nobody else would hire him. Which is fine, its honest work, but it IS a tad ironic how things worked out there after so many years of telling me he'd be my boss one day. Yeah sure, howd that work out bud

-please dont get into drugs and alcohol just to be cool. I know every adult has treated you like some porcelain doll to be handled with baby gloves regarding any sort of substance, but if you choose to partake in them, all i ask is that you be informed about the risks, you do it safely, and dont do it for social clout. Its not the substances im most concerned about there, its that when you do them for social approval, you dont know when to stop or how to listen to your body telling you thats enough, which is a straight shot to a potential addiction. Its your choice whether or not to consume drugs and/or alcohol, but its irresponsible to act like theres no real risk involved in them, especially if you have the kind of personality more susceptible to addiction. Do them for yourself, in safe environments, as cleanly as you can get them if possible, and only after you educate yourself about what the risks are and what resources there are in your area for healthcare and counseling if you do develop an addiction.

-be selfish, but dont be a dick. Your young adulthood is when you should be selfish in the sense of prioritizing your own mental health, work ascension/schooling, etc, but you can do all those things without being standoffish or disregarding other people in the process. You should be there for your loved ones if you can, but if you cant, give them the common courtesy of telling them. A simple "hey, id love to help you if i could, but i have too much going on right now to spare anything. But im always here to talk about it if you need it, ily and im wishing you all the best <3" is way better than "i cant help you right now, i have my own problems to deal with."

[bitchfitch]

TLDR: I want to make a full comic in this experimental style but am having difficulty picking Which story I want to adapt to it. These are character tests done with the primary candidates to see how their Vibes ™ work in a less serious style.

Actual summaries and descriptions of the stories involved are below the cut if you want to check them out before voting.

A: An episodic story about a bartender turned club owner who accidentally becomes the manager for an unknowable avatar of the old god of rot when it, just as accidentally, becomes an assassin.

Maalik is a no one. He's not a seer, hes never been especially gifted with magic, He's just a 30 something in a dead end job who's death probably wouldn't be noticed until his rent was pass due. There is nothing unique about him that would explain Why he can see a person who has been made invisible even to the gods of this world

Geir was chosen as the cocoon for one of the old gods, an event that made it rot everything it touched and granted it near immortality. Unfortunately being this creatures cocoon would have lead to it loosing itself entirely as they merged so the old god could be brought into this world. It escaped by the mercy of the merciless but in order to be hidden from its parasite, it must be hidden from all. No one who sees it may remember it, no one who feels it may know what left the gangrenous burns on their skin, no one can even feel the shape of its presence.

No one besides the nobody who, by complete accident born of something else's intent, hit it with his car on one fateful night.

B: Rom-com about a man so committed to his dead husband that even after it's clear he's come back wrong, he's still trying to make the relationship work.

Einer is a programmer who met the love of his life in highschool. He and Bagri weren't the perfect couple but they made it work from their first date to the night Bagri Had Einer carry him home from the hospital so he could die in their home that night instead of in a hospital bed in a week.

A month and a series of ill advised decisions later, Einer is holding his living, breathing, husband once more. He's cold to the touch, smells like rot and is still recovering. but he's home, and thats all Einer cares about, until he realizes it wasn't Bagri he brought home. This new thing is just very good at echoing him.

But, the Echo... He's full of unnatural bloodlust, he's barely sapient enough to call a person, the only words he can say are phrases Einer remembers Bagri using. It's clear he knows he isn't Bagri though. He's not even trying to pretend to be. He's just as scared as Einer is, fighting feelings he doesn't understand and memories that aren't his... and he has lucid moments. where he's sated and able to be a person outside of the hunting instincts he was made to carry.

Einer decides Echo deserves a chance at being his own person. It's the least Einer can do for him considering it's his fault he exists in the first place.

[yanderefarm]

Love Letter One (The Meta Version)

Dear Yanderefarm,

I LOVE EMIL HIS CHARACTER CONCEPT IS FANTASTIC. The idea of being in a hierarchy were you are a lower rank in the system, but a higher ranked individual basically scruffs you and sits you on top of that hierarchy bc they love you? Top Tier.

I also sincerely appreciate your total lack of specification regarding the time period Emil rules. In one story, there's a old timey merchants guild, but photographs also exist?? Peak. The ability to put him in scenarios where both magic and technology can exist is perfect, especially for horn contexts.

You want feminization? You can put him in a slutty dress but add magic and Bam! Tits and pussy to match, baby!

You want hypno or dumbification? Substitute a pocket watch for a magical artifact that drains the brain, or a sci-fi brainwashing visor that can lock unto his face!

You wanna punish him? Pick between a high tech fucking machine, or a good old time in the stocks being a free use toy! Maybe even both?

Pet play? Magic that bitch up some ears and a tail! (Bunny Boy Emil, Anyone?)

Anyways, the possibilities are endless, and that's a good part of why I like Emil so much. Another part is just his demeanor. Literally only Ajax has anywhere NEAR as much ego as Emil, and even then, Ajax gets nervous and flustered pretty easy once you starting coming on strong.

Emil though, Emil stays smug. He's got the ego, but he also knows and accepts the fact that he'd like nothing more than to service you all day every day. He enjoys being dommed, and while you can get him flustered and crying, it takes work; it takes effort.

That, or it takes nothing at all. And that dichotomy enraptures me . He's so proud, but he's on his knees for you in front of the whole court the second you ask. He's so vicious, but he can handle you so gently. He's so strong and stoic that it can make him brittle, prone to snapping. He's so egocentric that he thinks you'll never pick anyone else, but seeing other people around you makes him jealous.

Anyways, all this to say you write amazingly complex characters and I love them. Can't wait for the Season 2 Boys!

(P.S. Actual love letter to Emil himself coming soon)

-🎠 Anon

this is so sweet!!! ur so nice thank u 😘

if you like emil try: romantic fantasy manhwas bc you will immediately see that he borrows a lot of tropes from them. the mad tyrant thats actually a big softie for his wife is an entire trope itself.

im a big fan of the political drama in rofan manhwa like yes give me trade disagreements and noble factions vying for power and ridiculous crown prince nonsense. i know that if i had the will to write a whole novel with emil that it would chocked full of all the ramifications of marrying a lower stationed prince of a kingdom known for neutrality. the short term ramifications like homophobic old noblemen "you can't marry a boy what about your heir!!!" and more politically powerful female suitors who hate you for getting in the way of them grabbing more power. and the long term ramifications like your kingdom being forced against it's will to give up decades of neutrality with a king woefully unfit to be in charge and despises you for saving his life and the theocracy next door ready to knock down the doors and behead your husband for daring to claim some divine origin and blaspheme their God's name. this kind of thing lives in my brain rent free i love it.

also yeah!! its a fantasy world so time period accuracy is unimportant. i was going to have it be more accurate to a medieval time period but like. that's not fun. so i decided there's magic so you can have modern things but they're all just powered by magic. magic communicators, magic teleportation, magic cameras, magic aphrodisiacs.

honestly all of my work has a certain level of magical realism for the sake of horny. like aphrodisiacs and drugs don't really work the way i want them to but because i want them to work a certain way they do. surely if you actually did the things to achilles that are fun he would die but he doesn't because i don't want him to. like idc if it would probably kill a man irl its fun and horny so it doesn't.

emil's ego makes him so fun. like ajax wouldn't immediately proudly declare that he's the best dick sucker. emil would. he's proud and haughty. he's the greatest king. but being proud makes him more fragile because his heart is more weak. he falls in love much easier than he pretends to. like i love when his pride falls and he's just desperate to keep you close to him even if that means completely degrading and humiliating himself. he's cute.

im glad you like him so much he's really fun to write and i love his tropes