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Every Summertime - Part I

Summary: Fresh off a breakout role, Y/N is cast in the year’s most anticipated romcom. She’s ready for the spotlight—until she finds out her on-screen love interest is Harry Styles, and the lines between fiction and reality start to blur.

Part II

Content Warning: none :)

Word Count: 4,311

This is a 5 part story that I've started writing last year and finally had the courage to post lol, I hope you guys like it 🤍

The kitchen smelled faintly of orange peel and clean linen. Y/N stood barefoot by the sink, towel-drying her favorite mug—the one with a tiny chip on the handle that she always used anyway—when her phone rang.

She nearly didn’t answer. It was past noon, and she’d promised herself a day off: no emails, no self-tapes, no endless doom-scroll through industry chatter. But then she saw the caller ID: Miriam Klein – Agent.

She grabbed it immediately.

“Hey,” she said, balancing the mug on the drying rack. “What’s up?”

“I hope you’re sitting,” Miriam said, too calm in that way she only got when something big was about to land.

“Not yet,” Y/N replied, already walking to the kitchen table.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. You’re being asked to read for Every Summertime.”

Y/N sat down hard. Her heart did the exact thing it always did when something she’d dared to want actually started to happen.

“You’re serious?”

“I’m very serious,” Miriam said. “It’s happening. Big studio, full greenlight, same producers from Before the Fall. Sadie Bloom’s doing the script.”

Y/N blinked. “As in Sadie Bloom, the Sadie Bloom?”

“Yes. She adapted the novel herself. It’s been buzzing for months. Everyone’s been asking who’s playing Ivy. They’ve done weeks of auditions already, but apparently they’ve been holding off on final callbacks because the director wanted to take a look at a few new names. You’re one of them.”

Y/N leaned forward, elbows on the table. She’d read the book a year ago, cover to cover in two days, sobbing over the last few chapters and immediately texting Mara to do the same. It was that kind of story—summer and heartbreak, family and longing, slow-burn romance and two people who find each other just as their lives are unraveling in opposite directions.

She had loved Ivy. Had quietly imagined playing her, though she never said it out loud. The role was delicate. Not easy. The kind of part that asked for both lightness and real emotional weight. She hadn’t seen a female lead written like that in a long time.

“What’s the catch?” she asked, finally.

“No catch,” Miriam said. “Just that the room is tight. They’re only seeing three people, total. You’re one of them.”

Y/N’s chest felt tight in the best possible way.

Then Miriam added, as an afterthought, “Oh, and Harry Styles is already attached. He auditioned a few weeks ago and got cast as Theo.”

She blinked again. “Wait—he auditioned?”

“Yep. Just like everyone else. He read three times. Apparently, he worked his ass off for it.”

“Oh wow,” Y/N said. “I mean, I figured it’d be someone big, but I didn’t think…”

“I know,” Miriam said, “but I don’t want that to throw you. You’ve got just as much shot at this. They asked you. That means something.”

Y/N nodded, even though Miriam couldn’t see her. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Send me everything.”

She spent the next two hours reading the sides, walking through the scenes quietly in her living room, letting the language settle into her skin. Ivy was just as rich and warm on the page as she was in the book—witty and careful and emotionally bruised but still hopeful. She understood her immediately. Not just as a character, but as a person.

By the time Mara and Gia showed up at her apartment uninvited—with iced matchas and a chaotic playlist of "songs you can fake-date to"—Y/N had already color-coded the script, flagged three emotional beats she wanted to dig deeper into, and made a Pinterest mood board for Ivy’s wardrobe.

“You’re disgusting,” Mara said, watching her set up a ring light for practice. “You just got the call and you’re already in prep mode.”

“You don’t understand,” Y/N said, breathless, holding the script to her chest. “It’s Every Summertime. It’s Ivy. And they asked for me. They didn’t even make me chase it.”

Gia threw herself on the couch. “Wait, and Harry Styles is Theo? Like, officially?”

“Yes. But that’s not the point.”

“That is absolutely the point,” Gia muttered.

Mara leaned forward. “Do you think he’s going to remember your name? Or like… do that thing where he knows way too much about your performance in something you did three years ago?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

“I don’t care if he remembers me,” she said, and she meant it. “I just want to walk into that room and be Ivy. That’s the only thing I care about.”

And she meant it. This wasn’t about him. It was about her. And if there was even a small chance that this role—the one everyone in the industry was quietly circling—could be hers, she was going to show up ready.

No matter who else was in the room.

The studio was quiet in that specific, clinical way only casting buildings managed to be—sterile, over-air-conditioned, and filled with soft voices and the occasional sound of someone clearing their throat in a hallway.

Y/N arrived fifteen minutes early.

She always did, not because she wanted to impress anyone, but because she hated walking into a room while her heart was still racing. She liked having a moment to breathe, to ground herself, to flip through her pages one last time and pretend that this was all normal—that she wasn’t sitting in a casting office about to read for the role every young actress in the industry was dreaming about.

She kept her headphones in while she signed in at the front desk, though no music was playing. Sometimes she liked the illusion of noise, the space it gave her from being approached or spoken to. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, clean and simple. She wore a soft cream knit top tucked into well-tailored navy trousers—comfortable, but confident. She hadn’t overthought the outfit. She’d learned the hard way not to try and look like the character. The work had to speak louder than the styling.

She sat down in the holding area, a sleek gray couch pushed against a glass wall. There were no other actresses waiting outside. That meant they were being seen one by one. Intimate. Focused. Possibly recorded.

Her heart thudded softly against her ribs.

She reread the scene again, even though she didn’t need to. The one where Ivy and Theo were walking through a parking lot at night after an argument they didn’t totally finish. It was quiet and tentative and messy—full of unfinished thoughts and sideways glances, two people trying not to say the thing they were thinking. The kind of dialogue that lived in pauses, in breath, in what wasn’t said.

She loved it.

“Y/N?” a woman called gently, peeking her head out from a side door.

She stood quickly, smoothing her pants as she walked.

The room was bright and white and warmer than she expected. A camera on a tripod faced the taped floor marks, and a few people sat behind a folding table covered in notebooks, iced coffees, and half-eaten snacks. The director—Elaine Kim, a sharp, perceptive woman Y/N had read about in interviews—looked up from her notes and smiled.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, warm but professional. “Thanks for being here.”

“Thanks for having me,” she replied, stepping into the light and placing her water bottle gently on the ground beside the mark.

And then she saw him.

Harry Styles sat on the folding chair just behind Elaine. He was relaxed in that effortlessly casual way some people managed to be—wearing dark jeans, a light blue sweater, sleeves pushed to his forearms, his hair a little messy like he hadn’t tried to fix it before walking in. He was holding a copy of the sides in one hand, a pen tucked behind his ear.

He looked up when she walked in.

And smiled.

It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t flirty. It was quiet. Just… acknowledgment. Recognition. Maybe even a little curiosity.

She gave a small nod back—professional, polite, but not overly familiar.

Elaine gestured to the center mark. “So this is the parking lot scene. Let’s start from the top and just run through it once. No pressure. We’ll play with it after.”

Y/N nodded and shifted into place.

Harry stood, moving to his own mark opposite her, flipping his page to the correct scene. Up close, he looked exactly like you’d expect him to—but also not. Less glossy. More present. There was something focused in his expression. Something serious.

They locked eyes for the first line.

And something clicked.

It wasn’t fireworks or electricity—not yet—but it was ease. He listened, which was rare in reads like this. He responded, didn’t just deliver lines. He watched her mouth when she spoke. He took a second before replying. His body language changed with hers. And when she shifted her tone halfway through a sentence, he adjusted like he’d already lived in this character for months.

When the scene ended, there was a beat of silence. Not awkward. Just thoughtful.

Elaine leaned back. “That was great,” she said. “We’re gonna try a version where you lean into the frustration a little more, Y/N—like Ivy’s holding in a thousand things she doesn’t want to say. Can you try that?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N replied, already feeling her body recalibrate.

Harry stayed quiet, letting her take the lead.

They read again. Then again. They tried new beats, changed pacing, added a half-second pause in the middle of a breath and watched the tension stretch out like taffy between them.

It was the most fun she’d had in weeks.

When they wrapped, Elaine stood and clapped her hands once. “That’s great, guys. Thank you so much.”

Harry turned to her and gave a small, genuine nod.

“You were really good,” he said simply, in a soft voice that made her want to double-check if she’d imagined it.

“Thanks,” she replied. “You too.”

They exchanged one more look. Just a moment of eye contact. No lingering. No flirtation. Just… mutual awareness. Two people who understood what this scene could be. Who knew that if they ended up doing this together, it would work.

It wasn’t chemistry in the cliché way.

It was trust.

And that, she knew, mattered more than anything else.

The moment she stepped outside the studio building, the sun hit her straight in the face. She hadn’t realized how long she’d been inside until the daylight made her squint.

She didn’t rush home right away.

Instead, she walked three blocks up and sat on a quiet bench tucked next to a tiny bakery she used to visit when she was still auditioning for short films and background roles. It felt like a good place to land for a second. Familiar. Neutral.

She took out her phone and opened the Notes app—not to write anything in particular, just to look busy, to give her hands something to do while her body caught up with what had just happened.

The read had gone well. She knew that. Not in the arrogant, self-congratulatory way. But in the honest, I-was-present-and-I-did-the-work way. She had hit the beats she wanted. Had felt the tension she built in the back of her throat as Ivy. Had watched Harry adjust and lean into the shifts in energy, the kind of give-and-take that felt real.

She hadn’t felt that kind of scene partner chemistry in a long time. Not the fake “oh my god we just clicked” type people always said in interviews, but the real kind—the kind that made you breathe differently when the camera was rolling.

Still, callbacks were a strange kind of limbo. You left everything in the room and walked out with your hands empty, unsure if what you gave was the version they wanted.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Mara.

MARA:

Did it happen?? Did you cry? Did he cry?

She smiled but didn’t reply yet.

She wasn’t ready to open the door to speculation and “what ifs.” Not yet. Not when her heart was still beating in callback rhythm, not regular rhythm.

Instead, she ordered an iced tea, sat with her thoughts, and let herself do the hardest part of the job: wait.

Two days passed. Then four.

By the fifth, she had convinced herself she didn’t get it.

It was ridiculous—how the brain worked. She could feel confident one minute, and then in the next, be absolutely sure she’d imagined the connection, that the casting team had probably already offered it to someone else. Someone with a bigger name. A better following. A longer résumé.

She went about her days normally—pilates, meal prep, overdue errands—but there was a thin string of tension running through everything she did. An invisible thread tied to her phone, which she kept just slightly too close. Just in case.

Mara and Gia didn’t help.

GIA:

I keep checking Deadline for a casting announcement like I work there. Do you think you’d know before they publish?

MARA:

Should I casually follow the director on Instagram or is that too obvious?

Y/N replied only with a gif of someone staring out a rainy window.

She wasn’t trying to be dramatic. She just didn’t want to break the spell.

The call came on a Friday afternoon.

She was folding a blanket over the back of the couch when her phone rang—and this time, unlike before, her stomach dropped the second she saw Miriam’s name. Her breath caught in her chest.

She answered slowly.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Miriam said, a smile already in her voice. “You ready?”

Y/N didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

“You got it.”

It took a full second for the words to land.

“What?”

“You. Got. It. Ivy Carter is yours.”

Y/N stood still in her living room, one hand still holding the corner of the blanket.

“You’re serious?” she whispered, barely able to say it.

“I’m serious. They just called. Elaine said—and I quote—‘She is Ivy.’ You nailed it, Y/N. It’s yours.”

She sat down, knees folding underneath her like they couldn’t hold her up anymore.

A full breath left her chest. A real one. The kind that only comes when something you’ve wanted quietly, patiently, for longer than you let yourself admit… actually becomes real.

“Oh my god,” she said softly, tears springing to her eyes before she could stop them. “Oh my god.”

“I’m so proud of you,” Miriam said. “Start wrapping your head around it. You leave for pre-production in two weeks.”

Y/N laughed through the tears. “You’re really just gonna say that like it’s nothing.”

“I’m saying it like it’s everything.”

She hung up and sat for a long moment, letting her body catch up to the news. Letting the weight of it settle gently, instead of crashing.

She didn’t need to scream. Or jump. Or call everyone she knew.

She just needed to sit there, quietly, hand over her heart, and smile like she hadn’t in a long time.

Because she had done it.

Not because someone asked for her. Not because of luck. Not because she was “someone’s pick.”

Because she earned it.

She didn’t text them. She could’ve—God knows they’d been obsessively waiting for an update—but this felt bigger than a three-line message or a gif. This deserved real faces. Real reactions. Real yelling.

So she told them to come over.

No context. Just “Please come by tonight, I made dinner. And wear something cute.” Which, in their language, was code for something is up and we’re not taking it lightly.

By seven o’clock, her tiny apartment smelled like garlic and lemon and the fresh rosemary she’d tucked into the sauce just because she could. She wasn’t a show-off cook, but she liked the rhythm of it. Stirring, chopping, laying the table—things that made her feel grounded when everything else was floating.

She’d even lit candles. Mara was going to be suspicious the second she walked in.

When the buzzer went off, her stomach jumped. Nerves, again. Not the kind from auditions, but the kind you get when something good has happened and you finally get to say it out loud.

She opened the door before they even knocked.

Mara walked in first, hair piled up in a claw clip, carrying a bag of chips and a bottle of prosecco. Gia followed, dramatically overdressed in a vintage floral maxi dress with a belt that jingled when she walked.

“Okay,” Mara said, eyes scanning the apartment. “What is this vibe?”

“Why are there candles?” Gia added, narrowing her eyes. “Are we mourning something? Are we casting a spell?”

Y/N grinned. “Sit down.”

Mara raised an eyebrow but dropped onto the couch without another word. Gia flopped down beside her, kicking off her boots and reaching for the chips before the bag was even open.

Y/N took a deep breath.

Then she grabbed the script off the counter, walked over, and dropped it gently on the coffee table in front of them. No words. Just the bold-font title staring back at them:

Every Summertime

FINAL SHOOTING DRAFT

CONFIDENTIAL

There was a pause.

Mara leaned forward slowly. “No. Way.”

Gia blinked. “You got it?”

Y/N nodded, and just like that, the room exploded.

Mara let out a shriek so loud she startled herself. Gia screamed into one of Y/N’s throw pillows. Someone knocked over the chips. Y/N just stood there, laughing and trying not to cry again while her two best friends lost their collective minds.

“YOU’RE IVY?!” Mara yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders.

“You’re fake-dating Harry Styles in a movie based on that book?” Gia yelled right behind her. “Do you understand what you’ve done to me emotionally?”

“I can’t believe it,” Y/N said, the words still tasting new. “They called this afternoon. It’s mine.”

Mara paced a circle around the living room like she needed to walk off the adrenaline. “I’m so proud I think I’m going to vomit. This is not a joke. I might actually cry.”

Gia was already pouring prosecco into mismatched glasses. “To Ivy Carter! To our girl! To the woman who is going to be impossible to sit next to in a movie theater because I will be whispering ‘that’s my best friend’ the whole time.”

Y/N finally sat down between them, letting their joy fold over her like a blanket. Her cheeks hurt from smiling. Her stomach still fluttered every time she pictured that moment on the phone—You got it.

“Did he say anything to you?” Mara asked suddenly, already fishing for gossip.

“About me getting the part?”

“No, about like… your aura or whatever. Your essence. Did he cry when he looked into your eyes?”

Y/N laughed. “We just read the scene. Nothing dramatic. He was focused.” 

Gia sipped her drink. “So you’re telling me he wasn’t completely in love with you already?”

“I’m telling you he was doing his job. And so was I.”

“Boring,” Mara muttered. “But fine. We’ll allow it. For now.”

Y/N rested her head on Gia’s shoulder, letting the room go quiet for a moment. She watched the candle flicker on the coffee table. The script sat between them, the pages fanned slightly from being flipped through too many times already.

This was real.

No more waiting. No more wondering. She was Ivy. She was going to spend the summer fake-dating a man half the world was obsessed with while bringing to life a character she’d secretly been carrying in her chest for months.

And she got to share that moment—with them.

“Thank you,” she said, suddenly serious. “For making this feel… big. It’s easy to pretend it’s not. To try and act like it’s just another job. But it’s not. It means something.”

Gia reached out and gently clinked her glass against hers.

“We know it means something,” she said. “We’ve always known.”

The building didn’t look like much from the outside—just another converted studio space in the middle of a quiet block in West Hollywood. The kind of place you’d walk past without thinking twice unless you were part of it. Inside, though, it was buzzing. Quietly. Like a hum under the surface.

Y/N was greeted by a production assistant with a headset and an iced coffee in one hand, who led her down a hallway lined with framed posters from past films and into a bright, high-ceilinged room that smelled faintly like paper, Sharpie ink, and someone’s very expensive cologne.

The long table was already half-filled when she walked in.

Labeled name cards sat in front of every chair. A stack of fresh scripts lay at each place setting. Crew members milled around the edges—producers, assistants, someone from hair and makeup who gave Y/N a small, polite wave as she walked past.

It was her first table read for a major studio project. And even though she had already been cast—contracts signed, emails exchanged, fittings scheduled—it didn’t quite feel real until now.

She spotted her name about halfway down on the left side. Y/N Y/L/N — Ivy Carter. Seeing it printed, so simply, gave her a little jolt in the chest. She ran her hand over the card before sitting down.

She glanced to her right—and there he was.

Harry Styles, sitting just one seat away, wearing a soft gray hoodie and black trousers, flipping through the top pages of the script like he hadn’t already read it a dozen times. His hair was slightly damp, like he’d just showered. He looked relaxed but alert—attentive in that calm, still way he had in the callback room.

He looked over when she sat and gave her a warm smile.

“Morning,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too. Congratulations, by the way.”

She blinked, a little caught off guard. “For what?”

“For getting the part,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I heard they saw a lot of people. Said you were the easiest decision they made.”

It was such a quiet, sincere compliment that it took her a second to respond.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling back. “That means a lot.”

Before she could say more, the room began to settle. Elaine, the director, took her spot at the head of the table and greeted everyone, her voice calm and no-nonsense, but not cold.

“Thanks for being here,” she said. “This is going to be a long day, but a good one. We’ll read straight through, pause halfway for a break, and then meet the department heads after. But for now, let’s just live in the story.”

A few people clapped quietly, and then the rustling of scripts filled the air as everyone turned to page one.

The table read began.

The first scene was a quick one—an establishing moment in Ivy’s flower shop, full of overlapping dialogue and neighborhood energy. Y/N found her rhythm quickly, her voice soft at first but steady. It was strange, hearing the lines spoken aloud by real people instead of looping them over and over in her head. They lived differently in the air.

Then came the first scene with Theo.

It was early in the script—scene eight—a chaotic rental pickup gone wrong. Ivy arriving to find out the place she thought she’d have to herself for the summer had been double-booked by a tired, borderline-annoyed journalist who couldn’t believe she still arranged flowers for a living.

Y/N delivered her first line.

Harry replied in character, voice a little lower, a little dryer than his usual one. It was subtle. American, but not distractingly so. Wry, but not smug. He nailed the tone. The sarcasm. The guarded frustration. He even underplayed the joke in a way that made it land harder.

Their back-and-forth built naturally. A little sharper than in the callback room. Quicker. Like two people who had known each other long enough to know exactly how to get under the other’s skin.

By page twenty-four, someone at the far end of the table laughed out loud during a bickering scene.

By page thirty, they were all leaning in a little closer.

They broke for coffee halfway through.

Y/N stood in the corner of the room, quietly sipping a too-hot green tea and listening to the murmur of conversations happening around her—crew members catching up, producers on quick phone calls, someone from casting laughing softly near the door. She felt out of place for exactly forty seconds before Harry walked over.

“How’s it feeling so far?” he asked, nodding toward the table.

“Honestly?” she said. “Like I’m still dreaming it a little.”

He smiled at that. “I know what you mean.”

There was a pause.

“You’re really good,” he said. “You’ve got this way of landing emotion without forcing it. It makes the scenes feel… like real moments. Not written ones.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Was that feedback or a compliment?”

He shrugged. “Both, I think.”

She laughed, and he smiled wider.

The second half of the read went even smoother. Their final scene of the day—the one where Ivy and Theo slow dance under string lights in the middle of an accidental town party—ended with a pause so soft, no one moved for a second afterward. Not even Elaine.

When she finally looked up from her script, the director just gave her a small, meaningful nod.

The whole room felt different after that.

She didn’t say anything on the way out. Didn’t want to break the stillness. But as she stepped into the hallway, script tucked under her arm and nerves finally quieted, Harry caught up with her and said simply:

“See you on set.”

And she believed it. Not just that she’d see him—but that this story, this world, this version of herself she was stepping into… it was real now.

And it was only just beginning.

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Hi Hi! Not sure how this is gonna go but might as well

In Resonant I remember you mentioning if they didn’t hatch dragons then they would get Vermithor and Sliverwing (I think it was those two it’s been a minute) It would be karma for everything teenage Daemon put them through lol

And that was been stuck in my head ever since so I was wondering if you had any ideas for it?

your fic has really been really great!❤️

Aw, thank you!

Yep, it would have been Vermithor and Silverwing! Vermithor for Jon, for thematic reasons (firstborn, Royce colors, etc) and Silverwing for Rhaegar (silver dragon for the "Silver Prince").

There's an ask from a bit back where I talk about the scenarios/AUs where they could actually have ended up with those dragons.

A few rapid-fire thoughts, some of it possibly duplicative with the previous ask:

Definitely a lot of political fallout from Jaehaerys's former mount going to one of Viserys's nephews. Otto is very not pleased, while Viserys is trying to work out what this means from a prophecy standpoint.

I feel like the smallfolk (and even highborn) would be eating the drama up, especially if there was a dramatic kidnapping like we have in Resonant canon. Two young highborn Vale children who learn that they are actually princes, are kidnapped by nefarious forces, get rescued, and then bond with the dragons of the former king and his queen? The singers will be all over that.

On the political fallout front, I expect some earlier nerves from other Free Cities about the Targaryen proliferation of dragons and dragonriders. Up to the end of Jaehaerys's reign, the most dragons that House Targaryen had really fielded at any time would have been 5 (Vermithor, Silverwing, Vhagar, Caraxes, Meleys). As their riders died off, we were down to just Daemon and Rhaenys for a while. But once Rhaenyra's generation grew up, those numbers went back up to five with Rhaenyra, Laenor, and Laena joining the ranks. And then all of her sons bond to hatchlings. And Daemon has sons appearing out of nowhere bonding to two behemoths, and Viserys's other children haven't bonded to dragons yet, but if they did, then you're looking at over a dozen dragons. You can't tell me that some of the Free Cities aren't thinking that the Iron Throne might be tempted to try some New Valyria bullshit, and act accordingly. (I've talked before about how I suspect that the Dance itself was helped along by Free Cities hoping it would thin out the dragon ranks.)

Daemon would be SO MUCH MORE stressed with the twins having adult dragons. (Karma, indeed.) They can't do too much with hatchlings. But if they ever got it into their heads that they wanted to go somewhere, they're terrifyingly adept at slipping their guards, and it's not that far to the Dragonpit. (Daemon would veto keeping them in the enclosure in the Red Keep.)

I honestly think that the Greens lose supporters over this. It's hard to keep waving that green flag when the Greens faction holds a current grand total of...zero dragons. And the Blacks continue to grow their own ranks with Vermithor and Silverwing.

If Volantis does still have ambitions to kidnap the twins, I have to think their game plan changes considerably. These aren't two tiny hatchlings you can smuggle away along with the children. You have to lure the adult dragons to follow their riders, and the prospect of keeping the children sufficiently under control while in Volantis itself is literally playing with fire.

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I've finally finished my Danganronpa AU personal project! I personally call it

DANGANRONPA: DEMIX

See Demix 1 here

And yeah, all the swaps as you can see above, and these guys in the middle are the replacements for Monokuma and Usami respectively:

Check out under the cut for some design insights on my take AND closer pictures of each pair:

Finally finished my personal AU project. I hope it's to everyone's liking!

I can go on forever about these designs but I'll limit myself to one-two sentences on some facts about the designs.

Mikan: Mikan's face tattoo was commissioned on her against her will so that she can never hide her nature as a Yakuza, but her leg tattoo was done on purpose, and she and Nagito have matching tattoos on their legs, his is just hidden most the time.

Nagito: He is usually seen with a spear and prefers the weapon over the sword, but he is more famous for his natural skill with the blade. That said, he resents the blade and wishes he could be recognized for the things he actually works hard to do, like throwing spears or protecting Mikan and her family.

Ibuki: I kept her design very similar to her base design because she pretty much just looks like a student, and I don't want to change anyone's personality so there's no reason for her to not get highlights. But I gave her some more symmetry in this design and gave her a cute little semi ahoge I guess with a hair tie, bc she doesn't naturally have one.

Imposter/Gamemaster: Yeah I made the big brain choice to keep him with his colors as "Byakuya" because it made for a more striking visual, and more recognizeable as the impostor. Also I made him too tall because I wanted to give him big legs lol.

Hiyoko: Her four cats are named Heart (scraggly cat), Mr. Pearls (sleepy cat), Big Red (Giant cat), and BB (black cat) bc canonically the four dark devas are named after shonen manga, I named her cats after pokemon games, which she canonically likes playing. Also chickens are her favorite animal, despite her love of cats.

Kazuichi: Kazuichi's not a natural born prince, through shenanigans it turns out he's extremely distantly related to some royal line in a microstate north of germany called "Nordsumpf." Their main exports are cars and Kazuichi is still new to being a prince.

"Kyoko": She'd try her best to act like Kyoko, but she's a little too meek and openy affectionate to pull it off properly. Also her knockers are way bigger than Kyoko's, so there's an immediate discrepancy to the trained eye.

Also in my au of DR1, Kyoko is the ultimate affluent progeny and Makoto is author/serial killer.

Hajime: His hair is actually extremely long back there, he just keeps it tied up. On shows he lets it all out and a wears red contacts, his stage name is "Izuru."

Sonia: Sonia became a team manager because she was escaping an assasination attempt, strolled into a junior laegue soccer game, took over for the coach and started just barking orders and the team won. They were the worst team in the whole league and after that she just sorta stuck around them and won them the championships.

Gundham: Gundham was orginally meant to wear the japanese flag… but there was too much white in his design so I cut it. He has names for all of his gymnast moves and he announces them very loudly when he does any of them.

Peko: I tried to give Peko a unique sort of "zombie survivor" kinda vibe so while she's clearly a mechanic first she can also just fucking kill you by braining you with that monkey wrench. Most of the time she's cool though, she's just like horribly dependent on other people to tell her what to do, so she attaches to Kazuichi because he's the most immediately available authority figure.

Fuyuhiko: He's got that sort of machismo that makes him not like to admit he loves dancing, but the moment he's complimented on it he'll really appreciate it. Also he's still part of a crime family, but it's just not as strong as Mikan's.

Akane: She really looks sporty still, but don't worry she's definitely "lucky," she's just much more focused on the future than her bad luck in the moment… which can be very bad, actually, and can make her come across as kind of aloof.

Nekomaru: Why is nurse Nekomaru not as common a thing. Just think about it, it's perfect. Nekomaru here got inspired by the bravery and hard work of the nurses that treated him and boom he became a nurse, nobody tougher than healthcare professionals after all.

Mahiru: Mahiru as a nurse is honestly a really really really fun concept but I feel like I wasn't very ambitious here, and I can't really show it through the drawing but one of my early drafts had her look more like a european chef a la gordon ramsey bc I headcanon her as a scot.

Teruteru: Decided to give him a raincoat which my sister pointed out to me could also be a trenchcoat, which is just PERFECT for a creep like him. It just writes itself man, though seriously he's mostly a landscape photographer who specializes in pics of the countryside. Still a huge perv tho.

Usowa: Name is a combo of Usagi and Chowa, the word for Harmony. She's less like a chaotic force of nature like Monokuma and more a manipulative and hardline teacher who coaxes the students into doing awful things by playing into their insecuritoies with motives, and which then causes them to kill, allowing her to punish them, "weeding out the weak and undisciplined among their ranks." She replaces Monokuma.

Kyojuma: Name is a combo of Kyoju (professor) and Kuma. He's a pretty silly guy with an easy temper to poke at, but he's good at heart and tries his best to be a more sort of "fun" teacher than the rules lawyer Usami kinda was. He just wants to help his students, too bad Usowa showed up and decidedly does NOT like his approach.

[taylor-titmouse]

Meatheads, by R/L Monroe

it's another month gone by, which means another cover for another @petitemortality R/L Monroe book! this one goes hard and sweaty and meaty, and the worldbuilding is both really funny and really fascinating in the little glimpse of it we get. and also there's three huge fuckin dudes going to town on each other. check it out, and follow along on the process for designing the cover below!

FYF 3: Meatheads $3

Trapped by a lethal boiling sun, in the neon ruins of a fallen supercity, three tank-grown ultrasoldiers have nothing to kill but time and no enemy but their own overheated flesh. Daily hormone shots gave them hard bodies, but without a seedsucker to offer them relief, they soon have something even harder to contend with. It's not gay if you come out on top...right? Almost 7k words(!), EPUB and PDF format. Content: -M/M/M -straight turned gay -testosterone dosing -cum harvesting/drinking -dominance struggle -sexual hazing -rough sex

THUMBNAILS

i lost track of the initial notes for these, but the first two were really just me spinning my wheels. my instinct was something with greek wrestling, stylized like pottery. we usually do the covers early in the month, so i hadn't read the finished book yet and didn't have a clear sense of the aesthetic yet. i did know there were three guys, which made composition tough. fighting is not, typically, a three-man's game. lee suggested looking at WWE and rugby

which led me to looking at turkish oil wrestling, because truly, what is greasier than that. originally there was a reference image of turkish oil wrestling here, but tumblr hated it so much that they flagged the post and denied appeal. those men were wearing pants. this post is free to read on patreon so you can see the greasy boys there.

moving on.

AH SHIT THAT'S TOO SCARY

so while we were talking about the color palette, lee brought up 80s splatterfest VHS cover design. we agreed on violent red and purple, but the topic of horror led me in a horror direction. gritty lines, harsh light and shadow, scary imagery with the single red eye, etc. and we agreed this look is Sick and Rules, but wasn't quite right for neon future climatepunk.

so i went back to the drawing board and totally got rid of the hatching. we're looking for neon, for black velvet, for graphic

definitely closer to the final product! though of course as soon as i saw it in discord i realized the purple on the middle guy's back and the third guy's leg were competing too much with the top guy's back and making it hard to know where to look. so: more variants

adding the paint strokes down was just something i wanted to try at the last minute, and it was definitely the right move! there were like five more variations of just That with the gradient map very very slightly adjusted, but honestly it's not worth posting all of those lol. the version we settled with was the best one!

and that's the process for this month's fuck yourself friday cover! this is both my favorite cover so far AND my favorite story. i love high concept worldbuilding that serves the fucking. if you're here and supporting my work, i bet you do too! so go read it! it's only $3 dude!!

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Lady C Tea YouTube 6/12/25 - (The "Meghan Markle is Stopped from Collecting Another Undeserved Award" Edition - a few nuggets paraphrased by me) by u/daisybeach23

Lady C Tea YouTube 6/12/25 - (The "Meghan Markle is Stopped from Collecting Another Undeserved Award" Edition - a few nuggets paraphrased by me) Greetings from Castle Goring,Lady C, the Harkle timing is worse than any natural disaster.  Meghan’s award at the Natural History Museum has been cancelled due to an imposed curfew in Los Angeles because of the riots. We know that Meghan’s attorney selected her for this award, but do you think Meghan picked the date on purpose to steal thunder from the Real Royals?  This weekend needs to be a total blackout for anything Rachel Meghan Markle.  Not only is it trouping the color but it is the birthday of the US Army and US Flag day.   LOL….It's so tragic.  So racist.  Meghan has worked so HARD.  LOL….Meghan was to receive an award for championing underprivileged communities.  Meghan works so HARD, I suppose she has been teaching these communities how to work so HARD.  Instead, it seems that Megsy baby is being served a just dessert for receiving another undeserved award.Lady C, she hides the kids’ faces to deprive the King and Thomas Markle of seeing their grandchildren.  That is a wonderfully observed comment which I had not thought of.  This community is so perceptive.  I can see Meghan wanting to tantalize and provoke the King and Thomas Markle.  But I also think the primary reason is to create a mystery of what the kids look like, provoking interest.Lady C laughs hysterically at the tabloid rumor that Harry snuck out of California via private jet to London to escape Meghan.  She says this is not true.  Lady C says Meghan sufficiently love bombs Harry to keep him in line.Lady C reads a comment from a nurse who stated how much excruciating pain QEII must have been in (because of all the blood transfusions) and how brave she was to continue to serve all the way until her death.  Lady C says it speaks volumes how Harry and Meghan declined to visit her at Balmoral before she died.  They had been invited to visit the Queen at Balmoral that summer.Lady C raises this provocative question.  If Meghan and Harry opted for secrecy, they would opt for a home birth, which they did.  And with any childbirth, something could go awry.  The woman giving childbirth may need to go to the hospital.  Oh dear.  Oh dear.  Let’s park this question here for the moment.Lady C, Markle has a reputation for mistreating people.  She seems to turn on people for any perceived slight.  People will work for Meghan for money, but I don’t think her employees really want to help her.  They will agree with her to her face, then stand back and watch her fail as a form of unconscious payback.  She has always mistreated people her whole life.  Ask her father, brother, sister and Ninaki Priddy about this.  She has always had a disobliging streak.  A cruel streak which has turned into a destructive, punitive personality.   I don’t think she mistreats people because she perceives a slight.  I think she discards people when she doesn’t need them anymore.  Very narcissistic.  They admire, then denigrate, then discard.  I agree that her employees may sabotage Meghan covertly.  They will allow her to fall flat on her face as a form of quiet revenge.I have really enjoyed this video.  I have had two delicious nuggets to ponder*. 

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 1/4

hi catsblur ! today i am presenting to you the fruits of my labor. my own little versions of the jellicle cats; obviously based on the replica designs With Fun Little Twists ! such as, they are not naked. ramble below the cut, both on designs and some personal thoughts on the characters

these designs are very much first-draft, subject to change, blah blah. you will very likely be seeing me drawing them differently if i post more of them. i just. urrbhhh. i had 2 draw them....

and the clothes ! even though they're very feline i draw them a bit too human-y for the nakedness to not look consistently weird. i will be drawing them closer to the stage designs in some instances but for rn. clothes. it was a fun exercise in character design too

the kittens are all young adults, think 18-20 ! as much as i love headcanons like demeter being sillabubs mother, it shrimply will not work out timeline-wise. so headcanons like that will be delegated to like... siblings and stuff

victoria | 🍧 💌 🩰

i started out with victoria's design not only because of her being the Main Kitten, but because she has such a concise and clear aesthetic to me. she actually started out with a simple pastel brown dance practice fit before i decided that i wanted to make the outfits ornate(ish) and ended up with a proper ballerina getup

i also quite like when victoria is not just solid white with some grey (love ones that are more yellow or brown) so i colored her fur with some blue and pink-ish tones not only to add more depth but to resemble the trans flag LOL

and i wanted to try something different with making her a bit more lavender than baby pink. i also based her overall look on obc victoria, portrayed by cynthia onrubia :^]

to move on to character interpretation, i think victoria is partially deaf and mute. she primarily communicates through dance. as one of the oldest kittens she'd be 19 in human years

plato | 💐 🕯 🍬

plato's design doesnt stray too far from his standard replica design but i tried to add my own flair . i tried to keep the creepy porcelain doll aesthetic going w their face added some more depth like some other designs with different colors and bold face stripes

i also really like the outfit i chose for them. the flower in their hair and on their shirt is a peony which is a popular wedding flower :") because im a sucker for platoria and very much subscribe to the idea that the ball we see is their funny cat wedding in a way

the outfit is based on standard ballerino costumes but i tried to stray from it with the silky half-skirt thing and pointe shoes. lets go queer cats lets go

i think plato is also very quiet and that's why he and victoria were so drawn to each other. i also quite like the idea that he was a bit of a troubled stray before he found the jellicles. they would be 20 in human years

electra |⚡🥭 🔔

boy i STRUGGLED with electra's clothes i struggled so hard. i think i'm happy with what i ended up with though—i originally gave her the babydoll dress that sillabub has (inspired by artsed electra) but figured that i wanted at least one of the girls to be more tomboyish/butchy. thank you to that one production which apparently had electra be one of the raffish crew and get in on some of the boys' choreography

im very happy with what i did with her fur colors as well. silly little tortoiseshell :] its based on a nonrep but i have no idea which one. enjoy her freckles too

i think electra deserves to be a little spunky. [whispers] i also think shes bombalurinas little sister. she'd be 18 in human years

etcetera | 🎠 🍯 🏅

i needed at least one cat with a circus aesthetic. say hello to my magnum opus: jacked tumbler acrobat etcetera. it was only a matter of time until someone said fuck it and let one of the girls perform lifts and stuff. this is mostly because ive always really liked how shes usually the cat to do the flying trapeze bit and wanted to push it further

i also struggled SO EXTREMELY HARD with making her colors look nice and makeup distinctive but i figured it out in the end—thank you obc cettie for the mismatched eyeshadow and such. i also wanted to give a cat a short bob type of head fur/hairstyle and she fit the bill

nothing much about specific character notes other than like... i want to make her related to some of the cats but cannot for the life of me figure out who 2 assign. also she'd be around 19 in human years, a couple months younger than vic

sillabub | 🌻 🧋 🎼

i think of all of these little fellas sillabub is my favorite. several elements are balanced in her design—the standard jemima with a darker/reddish palette, the more softer and lighter sillabub design, the red eye patch from il sistina jemima, and the overall aesthetic of obc jemima with the big hair and wide, deepset eyes

i've seen her typical design critiqued by some people and wanted to incorporate those critiques by making her look less similar to demeter/bombalurina, adding more red to her body fur, and making her makeup more distinct and less... wooo girl give us nothing. and i included the squiggly on her collarbone

i also really REALLY love her overall aesthetic of sweet kindhearted girl NAMED AFTER A DEMON WITH SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG COLORING AND GIGANTIC SPIKED COLLAR !!!! so i decided to push it by making the collar definitely too big for her, giving her a slightly "edgy" outfit and making her hair resemble devil horns

as for character stuff, i think she has magical powers though i haven't developed exactly What they are yet. beyond her sweet exterior they trouble her. [whispers] i also think shes demeters little sister. she would be 18 in human years, a few months younger than electra and tumblebrutus

pouncival | 🌱 🩹 🍵

i struggled with pouncival's clothing design like i did electra's because i didn't go into drawing him with a particular gimmick in mind. but i think i'm happy with the casual formal look. it makes him look like such a kind young man even if he's a little shit

i did have a lot of fun trying to make his makeup distinctive from tumblebrutus'—so many fellas with brown eyepatches ! so his colors are more dark and striking. i also tried to make him look less like Typical Cis Man by giving him a bit of black lipstick

enjoy his freckles too

but like. i think hes literally such a little cis guy. nothing else for me to add for my specific interpretation of him it's all laid out. this guy fucking loves rocket league, fishing and chess. he'd be 19 in human years

tumblebrutus | 🎡 🥊 🍦

SWEET TUMBLEBRUTUS. i think drawing him here gave me a soft spot for him. with his outfit mirroring cettie's i didn't much struggle with that. his colors are also based on obc tumblebrutus

when i was first conceptualizing my own versions of the cats i wanted at least one of them asides from grizabella to have wavy fur. and idk what it is, maybe it's the lack of content for him, but i was really drawn to the idea of curly tumblebrutus!

i wanted their design to be distinctive from pouncival's so i made their colors softer, kinda watercolor-y. OH AND THEIR FUR IS ALSO MEANT TO BE A LITTLE TRANS FLAG COLORED

as for character, i think he is also a bit troubled, as a son of grizabella's. you heard me, people. i'm probably the first person ever to headcanon that. he'd be 18 in human years

AND THAT'S ABOUT IT ! thank you for reading this far, have a great day and stay tuned for more designs in the days to come !

[mxriviera]

Tier 4 of the Dummybots/ Dummy Cogs! We have Weekend Warrior and Associate Specialist: Socializer

based on equipment and co-workers who would rather gossip than actually work! they're also. girl bosses. more stuff about design choices and name choices under the cut!

Weekend Warrior: a person who does a particular activity (such as a sport) only on the weekends. Can be seen boasting or talking about said activities during work hours as means of idle chit chat.

Plain and simple, she's based off of sports or P.E equipment! She has a teal football helmet for a head, Hypno Glasses as "eye protection", festival flags practically falling out of her sleeves, which i've also colored to match red and yellow penalty flags. her little pocket squares are also penalty flags. I gave her the buff body type because i feel like it reflected her athletic theming as it invokes or is supposed to invoke the feeling of large protective gear and padding under her suit for sports. as well as having weird.. office shoe cleats. so! to get into why she has hypno glasses, i think she was made in mind for advanced lure and trap techniques in training. teaching folks about lure and dazed debuffs which is why she has the broken glasses to denote that but also why her gear is so cracked from falling face first into the floor because of an awry marbles or banana peel. its also why her gear is solely based off of sport protective gear as well! I think in true to her name, she would be very competitive so she would have a temper and wouldn't take being tricked too well. opting to beat the hell out of folks who used the trap or lure gag instead of the person who has done the most damage like a traditional cog fight. she has a big bow because i wanted it to be reminiscent of reward ribbons. she is the best sportball player in the junkyard after all!

Socializer: Somebody who likes to participate in conversations or after work activities as a means of socialization and in general enjoys mixing with others socially.

Socializer is the girlboss whos always trying to get the newest hottest goss and trying to get people to get drinks with her after work. Her face is based off of staple removers! I've always played with them like they're were big fanged mouths wanting to just go "blah blah blah" all day. her bright red makeup and eyes are based off of dolls, her eyes would probably close if she lies down lol. I sort of wanted a shiny effect to her makeup, being made out of bright red tape or reflective tape than actual makeup. Her neck piece is a cup, more specifically the big plastic and colorful cups in children's tea sets. her bow is big, shiny and glittery is reminiscent of a teddy bear's bow. as well as her body type, i wanted to make her more approachable and soft almost plushie like. as well as her lapels big and rounded to get this sort of effect. her pocket squares are based off of bright party napkins. Overall I wanted her to based off of office and tea party equipment as well as soft dolls and plushies to make her seem approachable.

If you read all of that, you get to have this cool picture of the weekend warrior without her lure glasses. (it gets thrown off when she gets hit too hard!) Shes going to beat you up!

also i know theyre not supposed to really have personalities, because dummy bots are just advanced training dummies. but i like to think they have some personality quirks to all of them.

[altocat]

Prompts 20-30 for the soft asks

( @izunias-meme-hole )

IZUNIA ALWAYS HITTING ME WITH THE REAL QUESTIONSSSS

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

One summer when I was like six or seven, my dad didn't feel like dropping me off at daycare that day. He dropped off the new baby and started smirking at me all "hey, you wanna do something fun?". Ten minutes later, I'm in the car on the way to Six Flags. Back then the parks weren't falling apart the way they are now lolol Dad and I went down the big water chute ride and we saved a picture of it, which he kept in his office for years before he retired.

I love my dad. I have a lot of close memories with him.

21. Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Hot cocoa!

22. Name of your favorite playlist?

Idk for this one. I'm more freeform/shuffle lol

23. Have you ever received flowers?

Once at work when my cat died. During Valentine's Day? No...

24. Who is your bestfriend?

I have two irl who live in different states. If you were asking about here though, cough @heraldofcrow cough

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be?

That's tricky....idk maybe blue.

26. If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

I'd love to live in a fancy part of New York City, maybe just outside of Central Park. I'd bring my entire family with me, of course.

27. Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

I'm not that great at gardening, unfortunately. I like gardening...but I really don't know what I'm doing.

28. What are you proudest of?

Not many things, really. I have a hard time listing things there. I will say that I'm a good daughter. And very devoted to my loved ones overall.

29. Are you a kind person?

I try to be. I HOPE I am.

30. What do your hobbies look like?

When I'm not blogging about Sephcanons here, I like playing video games and taking walks by the lake.

[broken-dollhouse]

i hope this isn’t too invasive or anything like that but in the inspo you’ve shared there’s things such as rank and class- what are those/where’d they come from? i’m assuming class is based off of scp classes but id love to see if there was a coining post of sorts for them used in the system sense. as for rank my system has a hierarchy of sorts but it’s hard for us to really put into words so if someone else has made something like that that’d be incredible. thank you for your work it’s all very pretty ! :)

Its not too invasive dw! The SCP class assumption is correct yes , we did create these for ourselves but I'll quickly past an explanation we've given previously [not on here lol]

"Its really based around how our system is structured , its mostly related to our empathy + such So a Safe Thaumiel alter is very calm unless extremely stressed along side they can show empathy to anyone I def suggest working with the meanings to work for your system since it wont be the same for everyone I hope that makes some sense We are never sure how to explain since its something we designed to explain how our system works"

We sadly haven't seen anything like it before hence why we made this for ourselves , honestly if we end up making more original flags we might share them [currently all of our flags take colors from other scp flags we've seen around]

This also feels like a good excuse to share parts of the guidebook we have on SP which also explains some ; Council / Admins we don't have a public explanation for but just think of them as the "top" of the system

[the-crystal-femmes]

jejejdkd sorry if youre not looking anymore but we made pikapek icons for pearl

tried to do the first one like u described it but it doesnt look that good lol. and then one w just normal pikapek

i wouldve made more but iiii just. lost motivation :(((

anyways yeah! we're willing to try again if theres a different bg you want (or if you want a flag) but this is all i could come up with lol

idk why im talking so much sorry

Thank you. The gesture is very appreciated. I'm currently trying to work on some of my own while on front in the style Rose wanted, as well.

I should clarify that this is my form as a Pikipek.

Since I look different from source, my color palette and design tweaks reflect that in this form. It's sometimes hard for me to remember this form because I'm not usually in it.

But again, thank you.

- 🌺

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Russia 2018

-Kevin: p5

-Charles: p7

-Red Bull: huh?

-“Max Verstappen on his 21st birthday”

-Not me unintentionally watching both Maxiel 2018 birthday races (it was fate!)

-Where’s our normal commentator duo?

-So many teammates qualifying right next to each other

-“Valterri and Kimi both playing support roles today” Yay love that

-“How much of a nuisance are Magnussen and Ocon going to be, starting from row three?” Haha love our troublemaker duo

-“No team orders so far” Let’s go!

-“Excellent start from the Dutchman”

-Excellent start from the Monegasque too

-Max double overtakeee

-Don’t ask me the color of anything. Max is currently over taking half the grid!

-Lap 5 and he’s p8

-Both Toro Rosso’s already pitting- not surprised

-Double retirement?!

-Yeah, still not surprised

-Unfortunate for Pierre tho

-Max so easily going past Charles (Probably won’t see that from next season onwards)

-“Was that a little bit naughty from Magnussen then?” Lol what did you expect?

-Daniel p7!! Just one position away from Max (There was less overtaking there and more drivers in front pitting but still cool)

-Renault having a decent race (please let me not jinx it again)

-Love how Max is always just there interfering with the top team strategies

-“And for once, Ferrari’s strategy worked out this afternoon!”

-“Guys how did that happen?”

-Watching Ferrari and Mercedes fighting it out through pit stop strategies gives me such a strong dose of serotonin

-I love watching Lewis and Sebastian fight it out on track too, their wheel to wheel battles are so intense yet so smooth

-“Sergio Perez goes pass Carlos Sainz and then Carlos Sainz goes past Sergio Perez”

-Unfortunately, the next second he gets passed by both the Force Indias

-Max going from p19 to now leading the race

-“We need to push. I have better pace. Can I overtake?” If I ever make a bingo card for the 2017 and 2018 season, Checo saying this in relation to Ocon will definitely be on it

-“No blue flags here” This situation still confuses me

-“Valterri Bottas has just let Hamilton pass” So much for no team orders

-“This was because of Max Verstappen being in the lead” Oh Max

-Ocon having to let Perez go through as well

-A lap full of team orders

-I mean I do understand the importance of team orders in relation to the championship points, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them

-“Bottas isn’t happy” Yeah I wouldn’t be either

-Force India team orders going crazy

-“Working in harmony this afternoon” Well that’s new for them

-“I never thought in a million years that Max would be leading this race when we started off” Gotta count on the “Max factor” sometimes

-Daniel pitting before Max? I wasn’t expecting that

-Oh, they changed his front wing?

-Max going 40+ laps on the same tires and still setting a fast pace- insane behavior

-Am I crazy or is Daniel 53s behind p5?

-“The Red Bull is here? How the heck did that happen?” Same Nico, same

-He actually sounded so shocked. It was funny

-It must be hard to lead the race for so long then give up that track position to pit and go chase after a lower track position

-Still insane to me that Daniel is 53s behind the car in front of him. How did that gap happen??

-“Shoutout to Charles Leclerc” Yes, always

-I may have actually jinxed Renault, but at least they’re still in the race?

-Albeit in p12 and p16?

-Do we think Toto just always has a long continuous headache? Poor guy’s always holding his head in his hands

-So surprised that Max hasn’t done a fastest lap yet with the new tires

-Kevin: p8

-Charles: p7

-Mercedes 1-2!

-“Valterri, this is Toto. Difficult day for you and difficult day for us. Let’s talk about it later” yeaaaaaaaahhh

-“Very good birthday race!” Almost forgot about that!

-“From 19th on the grid, Max Verstappen lead the most laps” Who would’ve thought

-All in all, like Lewis said, “great day at the office”!

[redheadbigshoes]

Sorry for the rant or vent. I’m lesbian.

I moved to a different job and my friend isn't speaking to me like we used to. I've known her for two years and we hung out last week and everything seemed fine and she would usually answer my texts and calls. And I even tried to text or call her to say if I did something wrong and she didn’t answer... now idk my other friend (which is my guy friend) and he said she answers his calls and everything but idk what I did and I wonder what changed and I know I'm not there anymore but it’s just my assumption and she texted me back yesterday and saying she was doing great and misses but maybe I just overthink again because my guy friend texted me after I got silent and a bit upset about this and I told him I needed space and didn’t want to talk to him after he messaged me after I didn’t answer his message and asked me I wasn’t talking to him then and he respected my wishes.

We were supposed to hangout this weekend but idk how I feel when I hangout with him and not going. At times I feel like he only talks to me when it’s sexual stuff and we watch lesbian porn and talk about women and we going to a Halloween crawl and he would make scenerios of what would he do with me or say things or ask like if I ever want to try dick and I would decline and say I like pussy (it makes me feel invalidated and question our friendship a bit and I think I might be too nice because he’s nice I guess? I know it’s stupid to explain..) and makes it feel like talking to him it makes others feel I’m less lesbian or bi. It’s a struggle having guy friends and I would never do anything with him or anything. And feel like ending it at times.

I feel like every person I meet won’t understand my feelings and I know not everybody has all the answers to things. I feel like the hurt follows me everywhere and going on bumble bff helps but it seems like it never lasts or work out well. It’s been a miserable year for me and I feel like I won’t find my tribe and it seems like bad people win or something lol and seeing others forming relationships and friendships and even queer people. I feel like online I feel more of myself as a femme lesbian if color (like tumblr). And I have my own place and still have a job and my family I cut off from because they were toxic and abusive.

I know I should grow up but idk if I should just keep to myself and I’m just an introvert..

Sorry for the vent :( But I love your blog 💖 any advice?

Wow. First I just wanna say that “friend” of yours (the guy) is a huge red flag, especially as a lesbian. Men shouldn’t even be watching lesbian porn since it has nothing to do with them. From what you said it seems like he definitely fetishizes lesbians/sapphics. And also from the things he told you I would worry for my safety if I were you.

My first advice would be to immediately end this friendship you two have, he’s not a nice person.

It’s very common things not lasting when it comes to people you meet in those apps. Have you tried Yubo? From what I know it’s supposed to be an app to meet friends, unlike Bumble or Tinder.

I’d also try finding lgbt spaces where you live (or close to where you live), it’s usually better to meet new people in person instead of online (ofc only if it’s safe and you’re comfortable with it). Try looking for any lgbt events like pride parades too.

I am sorry it seems to be hard for you with your friends. You don’t deserve a “friend” like that guy.

[turbulentscrawl]

hiii!!! could i maybe get a matchup?

i go by all pronouns and im currently questioning :3 (so perferrbly match me with a male? its all up to you though!)

Im an INTP, 6w5, my love language (giving) would probably be something like acts of service and words of affirmation and receiving would probably be gift giving and quality time. I'm into singing, cooking (i make soul ascending grilled cheeses/melts), color/winter gaurd (flag dance/normal dance, usually performed at school football games or in competition), and unusal history (like history not normally talked about in a classroom)!!! A couple of dealbreakers would be instigating my anger issues or comparing me to others through appreances, tastes, personality…etc.

In life I've been trying to aim into getting into the law field, but if that doesn't work out I'm considering going into hospitality or culinary. I have been told I'm an extreme perfectionist and I shut down if I feel like I don't do good enough, I have a bad memory and I have issues talking about things I enjoy that may be 'out of the norm', I have something called 'older sister syndrome', which bleeds into the previous mentioned anger issues and perfectionism

regarding appearance, im very pale with dirty ginger hair (maybe a little darker…? im not very sure) and i have a lot of freckles!! My usual aesthetic is acubi but I love wearing friendship bracelets that might make no sense with the outfit im wearing lol! I'm also really big into artists like PinkPantheress and Mitski !!!

I ship you with Naib Subedar!

-Naib’s seen some shit, and handles tension well, so your anger issues are pretty much a non-issue. And frankly, he’s a little hot-headed too, so he understands the struggle. Even if you get riled up and point it in his direction, he can shrug the majority of it off without much issue. He will expect an apology later, though, depending on how far you take things.

-While you’re a perfectionist, Naib is a realist, and I think you could both benefit one another in this regard. Naib can help draw back your self-imposed expectations a bit so you aren’t as hard on yourself, and you can remind Naib that he’s allowed to reach for the stars sometimes.

-He’s an only child to a single mother, so he doesn’t get the “Eldest Sister Syndrome” thing, but he’s very protective and inclined to stick up for you even when you won’t do it yourself. Like, he gets the fear of disappointing people, but you’re a sister not a parent and you shouldn’t be saddled with unfair expectations just because of when you were born. It’s not healthy, and he considers it his job to look out for you now. In all regards.

-Once again, he’s a walking trashcan. You liking to cook is a godsend. Fuck yes he wants a bomb-ass grilled cheese, do you even have to ask?

-I think you’d both look good in that acubi aesthetic! Power couple, anyone? He cringes a bit at the bracelets but he’d wear one if you really insisted….

Runner Up: Joseph

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

prime numbers!!!!!

2. what is your preferred method of non-physical self destruction?

all self destruction is physical in some way, but as for ones that mostly just do things in your brain I like to not get the things I need to get done done and slowly rot away

3. what is your favorite way to self care?

cuddle the girlfriend, play good video games

5. if anything, what would you change about your childhood?

being a girl of course, uhh any other things besides that... hmmm, like at the very least just knowing I'm a girl would have been nice, not just in a 'could've transitioned earlier'-way, but in a 'could've earnestly pursued my interests instead of semi-copying my brother all the time'

7. what is your fatal flaw?

exceedingly comfortable to not do things even while time is slowly ticking away

11. tell me about your last failed friendship.

not sure if this counts as the last one, but like the last of the guys I was friends with in high school like regularly contacted me once a year, he would like always wish me a happy birthday and then ask to meet up, so we met at cafes and stuff, and he was cool with me transitioning, it was pretty neat, but the last time we met up we had various political discussions (he was like watching some questionable youtube channels apparently, at some point he dropped the line 'I don't agree with everything Jordan Peterson says, but...') so uh a bunch of red flags, and he was also complaining about how so many of his friends just do not want to talk to him anymore, it's not like he's arguing for terrible stuff and he just wants to debate and discuss things, etc. so well I awkwardly said goodbye to him, and then ~1 year later when he tried to make contact as usual I wasn't sure how to talk to him, so after like a few messages I wasn't sure what to reply, and ended up leaving him on read and he hasn't tried again since...

good riddance probably I don't have it in me to fix some guy who fell into a pipeline, but a bit sad

13. what can make you excessively angry?

I am extremely hard to make angry, if you want to get me excessively so that's hard work, I think my parents managed once or twice in my life, by being just an extra step bonus obnoxious on top of the usual 'they treat you like a kid even though you're an adult'-behaviour

17. what was your favorite color as a child and what is your favorite color now?

in like kindergarten my favorite color was red, at some point in elementary school all the 'you should be a boy'-pressure got to me enough for me to change it to blue, and now that I'm a girl it's usually purple^^ red is also really neat though, and it's not like blue is bad either^^

19. tell me something you don’t like telling the people you are close to.

can't really think of anything rn I don't like telling my girlfriend... and who else am I even close to... I guess for my family (close hah lol lmao) you can count literally any random post on this blog, I don't even like telling them anything about what I like about the manga that are on my shelves

[the-sun-princess]

Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 3

the reason maya n junna were saying 'ow' is bc they got brainfreeze from shaved ice

everyone except futaba said it anyway lmao. futaba bought syrup and apparently the candy lady gave mahiru a shaved ice machine lol.

maya has never had blue hawaiian flavor bc her parents wouldnt let her. have the flavor. specifically. i guess they didn't want their lil starlet running around with a blue tongue????

anyway Apparently blue hawaiian, strawberry, and melon flavors are all more or less the same. and maya is Devastated.

anyway they checkin off summery things to-do list. kaoruko brings up a test of courage and maya goes off

lskdjfksdhf claudine tries to goad her into it by being 'oooh ur a third years who's STILL afraid of this' and maya compares her fear of ghost stories to shit like romeo and juliet

everyone went 'aww look at maya. she's no longer trying to Hide she's afraid of shit now. ok we won't do the scary stuff'

also mahiru has upgraded maya from tendo-san to maya-chan now. honestly i do think karen going from junjun to junna is a bit of a downgrade but ah well. sign of respect i spose

and then judy comes in and ruins the 'no scary stuff' thing. drags claudine into it too since it specifically japanese horror she wants

also boo i wanna hear kaoruko talk about the ghosties of seisho

anyway ok it play time that didnt take very long.

.....is it Just the play or-

ok there we go we get commentary aha from judy. i was gon be very bored if it was JUST the play

also judy you've Been in a revue. seisho's whole last group of revues esp with nana n junna were about killing each other for the sake of ambition lmao. so yes

snort they put position 0 on the flag. twice. ofc they did

ok i KNOW no one can see eye color from the audience but that line is just kinda funny. now. i'm aware the ocean can be many a diff color with green being a more common one. but that line really kinda only works for hikari and mahiru kjhsdfd.

oh i didnt think isabel was in love with salvatore. huh. rip alejandro even tho u looked more interested in her.

ah salvatore kills alejandros dad too. no wonder alejandro swears revenge. AND took out an eye. yeesh

15 min intermission unlike the real life stageplays

lotta chattin thats fun. nana's missing. lol she's crying in the hallway over junna bc ofc she is

LOL NANA'S JELLY MAHIRU GOT TO KISS JUNNA. mahiru's laughing that she made nana jealous skjdhfkjsdhf. lil vindictive mahiru i love u

they goin back on stage and nana asked mahiru to smack her on the back for a jolt and mahiru hit her HARD. lol. everyone was like 'Owch that sounded painful' ajkhfkjsdf. don't ask mahiru to hit u then she stronk. nana is fine

and i have a thing to do so will stop there for the moment at the start of act 2

<<part 2 part 4>>