#the two genders sport and hun

[ryuseitai]

AUUGHHHH i miss when i worked at grocery store and had short hair and would get sir'ed. and sport'ed and buddy'ed. It was really funny bc theyd usually 'correct' themself after looking at me closer or hearing my voice but Sigh

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Oh it's OK I will send it right away here so u don't have to search lol.

Good morning/evening hun! Now I know fnf hypno's lullaby requests are going heavily on you and I'm sorry but bare with me a little- creepypasta! Reader play with triple please! I would love if they were female but i don't mind gn lol. The reader look normal and friendly, you can make them get creepy when they start playing, if you want! You can make them play by any sides of the three or all of them go 3vs1 but make the reader win pls lmao, it's your choice, take your time and if you don't want to do it for whatever reasons feel free <3

your writing is beautiful and always make someone's day.

Take care of yourself and thank you for your time and sharing your talents with us

Awh thank you!! Reader will be gender neutral for this one

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“Pasta Night”, as the local Creepypasta bar liked to call it, was always something you looked forward to!

Not only did you get to play games with your fellow freaks of nature (even though many were very much unnatual), but you could be yourself.

Blending in with humanity was often a challenge, and at first glance most people wouldn’t even suspect that you were hiding in plain sight. You looked like a plain old human being.

It sure fooled many folks who thought you walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.

Tonight was a perfect example, as when you arrived at the cards table, you saw three unfamiliar faces already having a go at UNO, of all things:

A scary hulking figure who resembled Mario with a large cigar in his mouth and a glowing blue block labeled “POW” beside him, a demonic hedgehog wearing a visor and sporting faded fur trying to peek at his friend's cards, and finally a Hypno who looks like it swapped bodies with a Machoke...holding a deck of Pokémon cards with psychic energy.

‘Just when I think I’ve seen them all..’ You smiled and headed over to the table with your drink.

“Seriously, I lose again?!! You two are insufferable..at least I play by the rules!!” The hedgehog hissed, annoyed as he shoved a pile of gold rings towards MK. "I'm not gonna have any rings left for spare after tonight..."

Then he noticed you sitting across from them, and his whole attitude changed, a wide yet closed smile growing on his face. “Why hello-”

“Beat it, human. We’ve already reserved this table.” The Mario lookalike snarled, briefly taking his cigar out to spit into a nearby metal bin. “Tell ‘em to scram, X.”

“That’s Lord X to you, MK...and you don’t have to be rude.”

“And you don’t have to lie either! I know damn well you’re peeking at our cards when you think we ain’t lookin’. “Play by the rules”, my ass...you deserve to lose every ring ya bet.”

“Just shut it! At least I’m not punching that stupid cube every five seconds and screwing up everyone's concentration!!”

“Don’t mind them,” Hypno spoke up as he set down his cards gently. It surprised you for a moment, considering most Pokémon couldn’t talk--or at least most normal ones couldn’t. “They act like children at times.” He shook his head with a sigh.

“Haven’t we all at some point?” You chuckled. “Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen, but..if Lord X needs any help winning back his earnings, then maybe I can assist. I'm pretty good at bets."

After hearing your offer, the hedgehog stopped arguing with MK and looked to you, surprised. “Ah, so you wanna go a round? That’s fine by me. Some help would be nice. But the question is...what’ll you wager should you lose? Cash? Valuables? Or maybe even--”

You blinked once and saw him dash out of his seat, sitting right next to you with a sinister grin. “Your SOUL?” As he spoke, skeleton hands emerged from the depths of his throat, a demonic laugh creeping its way out as well.

Yet you remained unshaken by his act, simply smiling and getting your own stack of cards. “If I lose, I'll pay for your next round of drinks."

"...that's fair."

Then you glanced at Hypno’s cards, frowning slightly. “By the way Hyp..you got trading cards, not UNO. That’s probably why you’re confused.”

“Huh--? Ohh...that makes sense.” The Talking Pokémon nodded, getting the right cards for himself before he and MK stared you and Lord X down, smirking. “Alright. Now...we play!”

........

“HAHAHA!! I WIN!!!”

“What?!”

“How?!!”

“That ain’t fair!!” MK slammed his fist down on his POW block, causing the whole table to violently shake, but nobody paid any mind to his temper flare. It was normal for them.

Nothing infuriated the Mario entity more than seeing your smug grin--now a rather creepy one that rivaled him and his buddies.

But Lord X and Hypno were impressed to see this was the real you..or at least the competitive side of you who always liked to win.

You definitely caught them all off-guard with your friendly looks. They just assumed you were a naive human trying to butt into their game night.

“Here you are, m’lord.” With a chuckle, you took the stack of rings from the other side of the table, sliding them back towards Lord X. And like a dragon hoarding gold, he gathered them all into his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

They were all his.

Every ring he’s wagered for the past month.

"Thank you, friend." He laughed. "You're an excellent player."

“Not even I could have predicted those moves with Future Sight.” Hypno remarked, scratching his head in disbelief. “What did you say your name was?”

“[Y/n].” You leaned back in the chair as you reshuffled your cards in your hands. “My story hasn’t hit the right crowd yet, so you probably haven't heard of me.”

“..ah, I get it now.” MK remarked. “I was thinkin’ they let a random human walk into the wrong bar. My bad.”

“It’s fine. If you guys don’t mind..I wouldn’t mind joining you for another game.”

“Maybe next time.” Lord X told you, shaking his head as he stood up from the table. “MK and I have some tortured souls to play with.”

“And I have to find Gold and bring him home.” Hypno stood up as well. His cards levitated around him and disappeared into his satchel. “That boy couldn’t have wandered off too far..”

“When you see him, tell him how stupid he looks with that bowtie, will ya?” MK sneered. “I mean..a bowtie on a hoodie??”

Hypno shot him a scowl. "If he didn't come with you, you don’t get to dictate what he can and can’t wear! He wanted to look “fashionable” and that’s the best I could do!!”

"Jeez really? Thought you were dressing him up for one of your game's "beauty contests".

You just smiled in amusement as they were the ones bickering this time around, with Lord X trying to quiet them down so Gold didn’t overhear their arguing.

‘They seem like a good trio..I’ll definitely play with them again.’

[novankenn]

J/C - the Idols of Beacon

--==(Table of Contents) ==--

(Chapter Eleven - Agony is Life)

It had been two weeks since Joan and Carla’s training regimen had started. The first week had been pure hell, as their bodies slowly adapted to the brutal schedule. It was late into the second week that the pair, started to notice that things were not as hard as they used to be. They both shivered at the thought that once it became easy, the intensity would increase. The pair were intimidated… especially with the physical conditioning. Nora had decided to support Pyrrha, as apparently Nora, in Pyrrha’s own words, had “Adopted” them.

Watching Pyrrha and Nora doing their normal work out was scary. Joan and Carla were getting stronger, and their cardio was improving, but just watching the intensity of those two while doing light jogging on a treadmill made the pair of gender-swapped men sweat… with fear.

The voice and dance instruction was their preferred sessions. It was easy for them. Carla’s voice when she sang was angelic, while Joan’s speed and rhythm was infectious. Then of course as both had been trained in dance for multiple year… was child’s play.

There was one more day of training before the pair could have their cheat day. Joan was exiting her room when she saw Carla twisting and posing, while looking at her reflection in the full wall mirror. Both were in their workout clothes… or more specifically, the workout clothes they wore under their sweats.

“Stop checking out your ass, and get ready. Pyrrha will be her soon.” Joan commented as she finished pulling on her sweats.

“You’re just jealous, that I have the better ass.” Carla suddenly stopped, and her face went slack, as she just realized what she said.

“Says you.” Joan retorted. “I’m the full package… tits, ass, thighs.”

“Oh really?” Carla quickly forgot her shock and gave Joan a glare. When they had been… altered, Carla kept most of her height, only losing a couple inches. Joan on the other hand was a good seven inches shorter than she had originally been. “It’s just because you’re short. It makes everything look… bigger.”

“You trying to say my ass looks fat?” Joan yanks down her sweatpants and gym shorts to be just standing in her panties and sweatshirt. She arches her back and then slaps her panty clade cheeks. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoing slightly. “Just the hint of a jiggle. Pure toned Rank S cheeks, dude!”

“Oh no, you didn’t!”

“I already did!” Joan stuck her tongue out at Carla, and wiggled it in a slightly suggestive manner. “Suck it!”

“Ha… you wish!” Carla proceeds to yank her own shorts off, and angled her own body to show off her own assets. “This is a grade AA set of buns, Hun.”

Joan stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet, stalked over. Carla gave her a puzzled look, as she wondered what her roommate was up to.

“EEP!” Carla screeched and jumped as Joan had just hauled off and slapped her ass as hard as she could. “Ow! Ow! Ow!’

“Nothing but jiggling fat!” Joan snapped, before twisting and slapping her own posterior for the second time that night. “Hard, toned and soft.”

“Oh, you…” Carla snarled as she rubbed her backside. “This means war.”

“Oh yeah? What are you…” Jaune was taken by how fast Carla could and did move. “EEP!”

“How’s the butt floss?” Carla sneered as she used both her hands to yank up on Joan’s panties, giving her a wedgie. Twisting the stretching fabric in one hand, Carla freed one of her hands and grabbed Joan’s ample rear. “Tight, but nothing to grab! A 

Man likes to have his fingers sink in a little!”

Joan was dancing on her tip toe, trying to ease the pressure.  Carla gave Joan’s butt a final squeeze before release her hold and allowing Joan to drop to her knees. Carla dusted her hands as she turned to head back to her discarded shorts.

“Ah! Let go!” Carla shrieked as Joan launched a counter-attack, grabbing hold of the back of Carla’s sports bra and yanking back, painfully compressing her chest.

“Don’t you EVER suggest… OW!” Joan let go of Carla, and grabbed her right tit. The pain was smarting, and caused her a dull ache in her chest. The reason, Carla, had landed a back elbow to Joan’s chest.

“What the hell is your problem?” Carla growled as she held her hands to her own sore chest.

“A guy is NEVER going to touch me.” Jaune snapped back as she gently rubbed the breast Carla had struck.

“Whatever. Like you have a chance with anybody.” Carla retorted.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just what I said. A loser like you has NO chance of catching anyone’s attention.” Carla sneered, looking down at Joan, while crossing her arms over her ample chest. “Face it. You’re just eye candy�� no one is ever going to take a blond bimbo like you seriously.”

“Bimbo?” Joan was more than a little angry now. “I could too find people who would take me seriously… who would be happy to be with me!”

“Really? Name two.”

“Pyrrha and Coco!” Joan snapped.

“Um… hello?” Pyrrha called out, her face bright red. Carla and Joan froze. They had never heard the door open due to their little argument. “I… ahem… seeing as you both have so much energy.”

“I… I…” Joan finally started to stammer, while wishing she could melt into the floor and vanish. “How much did you hear?”

“Most of it… anyway, as I was saying.” Pyrrha took a deep breath, “Seeing as you both have so much energy, I think it is time we increase the intensity of your work-out. How does a 3km run sound?”

“Perfect. Just perfect.” Carla groaned.

“Excellent!” Pyrrha slapped on a smile as she clapped her hands together. “Get dressed and let’s go. Nora is waiting at the gym for us.”

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”

[abundanceofnots]

 random 11×2 things i really enjoyed:

franny running around the house, waking everyone up

franny giving her not-favourite uncle ian this look:

ian being his petty self

this line. i low-key love that this is the way they bicker now

ian pulling the big guns with ‘okay, i won’t fuck you until you do what i want’. also, the family’s reaction. and mickey’s reaction

sandy laughing at mickey’s bitchiness

franny looking over at her and mimicking her 

‘5-0! don’t shoot!’

valid comment from lip:

two bros, chillin’ in the alibi, five feet apart cos they’re not gay (while phill collins plays in the distance)

mickey, in his robe, drinking beer and smearing jam over his tank top. you do you, grandpa, live your best kept husband life

‘come on, i need more time than that’

HOW LONG IS THIS ROBE, JESUS

tami and sandy basically saying fuck princesses and gender roles

mickey lying on his CV like, ya, i served two active duties in afghanistan

mickey somehow getting jam on his mask, too (or is this one blood?)

cam eye-acting the hell out of the warehouse scene

mickey honestly trying to offer what he’s best at: scaring people off, scamming shit, and weapons!

you know who’s the real princess in this episode? mickey complaining he’d get blisters from hauling boxes. (tells us once again how you’re fine with spit, hun. we see right through you)

is this actually him saying ian comes home reaking and with blisters on his hands? in that case, we love caring husbands!

mickey being a competent thug (don’t do crime, kids. but if you do, be good at it is what i’m saying, maybe)

‘hey, get the door for me, will ya?’

freddie saying da-da 🥺

bounce-ilvania

ian pretty boy gallagher

the princess song and everyone being good sports for actually cooperating to please debbie

‘ho, ho, ho, happy birthday!’

mickey at his dickiest:

noel’s line reading on ‘tough titties’

seriously, i could quote the whole scene. i loved every damn second of it

mickey is the fun uncle and ian is the loving tryhard uncle, which is why mickey is fran’s favourite. don’t quote me on this

marsha the lady pushing her dog georgia in a stroller by day and dumping rubbish on her neighbours’ yard by night

just a regular night in for the husbands of 50 years 6 months: annoying each other left and right while one rubs his illegal money on himself and then lets it rain on his sweaty husband who does situps on the floor of their cramped bedroom with too many lamps

good on you, ian, for staying mad all through mickey saying ‘suck that dick, benjamin franklin’. also, wtf?

what a pretty dick, tami

[crazy4dragons]

Boxers

Astrid likes to wear Hiccup’s boxers. She’s also pregnant! Modern AU. I wrote this with my Like Heaven AU in mind, but really you could imagine any modern AU Hiccstrid here. Rated T for very mild sex references, but overall fluffy.

“Hey Astrid, did you steal my boxers again?” Hiccup frowned as he shuffled through his dresser drawer. “I only have one pair left.”

The blonde appeared and, leaning against the wall, crossed her arms across her chest. Her eyes glued to Hiccup’s bare torso, still wet after his shower, she pulled down the front of her sweats.

“Astrid!” Hiccup exclaimed, shaking his head as he recognized the hemline of his underwear. “And my favorite pair of sweats, too. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

“The bra is mine.” Astrid tugged on the strap of her sports bra.

“Clearly.” A lopsided grin appeared on his face.

“Don’t you like the aesthetic, though?” Astrid spun around.  As a strand of hair came loose from her messy bun, she tucked it behind her ear. “It’s comfy for my baby belly, too.” She rested a hand on her small baby bump.

“It sounds like you’re ready to go maternity clothes shopping.” Hiccup finished drying off and slipped on his last clean pair of boxers before approaching Astrid. Affectionately patting her belly, he pressed a kiss against her forehead. “What do you need? I’ll go with you if you want.”

Astrid laced her fingers with his. “Well babe, you need some more boxers and sweats. Seeing that you’ll need to share with me for another five months.” A playful smile spread across her lips. “Maybe more hoodies, too, for when it gets too cold to run around the house in just a bra.” She rested her chin on his shoulder and guided his arms around her waist.

“What, milady, you want me to hug you after you stole my underwear?” teased Hiccup, pulling her against his chest and tracing circles on her hip.

“Mmm, you know you love me.” Astrid returned the embrace.

“I do love you, Astrid.” He pressed a kiss into her hair and, grabbing her beneath the butt, lifted her up so she could straddle his waist.

“Hey,” laughed the blonde, winding her arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, hey,” Hiccup grinned, his gaze glued to her chest. “Damn, these boobs are growing by the day.”

“They are. Which reminds me, I need to get some new bras if we go shopping. As you can see, I’m falling out of all mine and bras are the one thing I can’t steal from you.”  

Hiccup carried Astrid to the bed and gently tossed her onto the mattress. “Here, you cozy up while I finish getting ready, then we’ll go out and look for some clothes. I’ll take you to breakfast first, too.” He pressed a kiss onto her lips and nuzzled his nose against hers. “We can also look for some baby things while we’re out.”

“Don’t you want to find out the gender before we start buying stuff?”

“We can get some things.” Hiccup shrugged. “Like blankets. And bottles. And a car seat.”

“We could. Or we could wait.” She grabbed Hiccup’s t-shirt from the night before and slipped it over her head. “I think you’re just getting excited to be a dad.”

Hiccup looked over at her and shook his head. “My shirt, too?”

“I love living with you.” She picked up a throw blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “It means I can raid your wardrobe anytime.”

“Well in that case…” Hiccup grabbed one of Astrid’s t-shirts from the closet and pulled it on.

Astrid laughed. “What are you doing? That looks like a crop top on you.”

“This is so tight.” Hiccup struggled to tug it back over his head. “And how are you supposed to take it off?”

“With all the times you’ve undressed me, you should know,” smirked the blonde.

Hiccup finally freed himself from the garment. “Damn.”

“So you can unhook my bras with only two fingers, but you can’t take off a t-shirt.”

“It’s easier to get your clothes off when they’re on you. Except for your skinny jeans. Those are a struggle every time.”

“Then you should be happy I’m wearing your sweats instead.” Astrid reclined against the pillows and grabbed her phone from the pocket of her — well, Hiccup’s — pants. “Okay, so let me make a list. We need more underwear and sweats for both of us, hoodies, bras for me, maybe some cute maternity dresses. Anything else?”

“The baby stuff.”

“I think the baby stuff should be a separate trip, hun. We can go to a baby store or something. After we find out the gender. And after we get our next paychecks.”

“When are we finding out the gender again?”

“August 5. So in a week and a half. You’re still coming with me to my appointment, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.” Hiccup pulled on a shirt and came to sit beside Astrid. “You wearing my clothes to go out?”

She nodded.

“Alright, then. Well, I’m ready to go whenever you are. Where do you wanna go for breakfast?”

“Let’s go to Berk’s.” Astrid hopped off the mattress and slipped into a pair of flip-flops. Berk’s Coffee was a little coffee shop down the street.

“And then where do you wanna shop? The mall?”

“Yeah, we can look at the mall. Oh, and while we’re there, we should go to Build-a-Bear and make a bear for our baby.”

“I thought you wanted to wait and find out the gender before we got baby stuff.”

“We can get two bears, a pink and a blue. We can use them at the gender reveal party. And then if we have a boy, we can give him the blue bear and save the pink for if our second is a girl, and if we have a girl, we can give her the pink bear and save the blue for if our second is a boy.”

“Do we have a date for this party yet?” Hiccup grabbed his Converse and a pair of socks.

“I’m thinking early September. Maybe Labor Day weekend.”

“Speaking of September, we need to decide what we’re doing for our anniversary.” After tying his shoes, Hiccup put his wallet in his pocket and took his keys from the top of the dresser. “It’ll be three years this year.”

“It feels like so much longer.”

“Okay, well three years of marriage, about four years of being a couple, and almost fourteen years of friendship.”

“Just think, if I hadn’t gone to sit with the awkward new boy at lunch, you wouldn’t be the father of my baby.” Astrid grabbed Hiccup’s hand as they walked to the front door.

“I take it you don’t regret marrying your best friend?” grinned Hiccup.

“Not at all. Especially when I get to wear his boxers.”

“Well, if you’re gonna be wearing all my clean boxers now, you can have extra laundry duty.”

“What? That’s so not fair.”

“It is, too.” He turned to kiss her lips. “I need underwear, too, you know.”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that. You look fine without it,” teased Astrid. “Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

[werifestaria]

helloo !! I'm not sure uf my ask came in so I'll just send it again (screw you bad internet 💔)

Fandom/Characters: Stardew Valley and the marriage candidates!

Sexuality: Bi

Gender Preference: Any

Romantic or Platonic: Romantic please !!

Personality: I'm very quiet and reserved most of the time but when I get close with someone, i ramble ALOT about my interests and try to learn and get into theirs. When I get sensitive, which is often, I usually let it out through drawing or anger. I'm a Scorpio, INFP-T, my love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. My fashion sense is very punk as well.

Likes: Historical fashion, dinosaurs, cryptids etc. Basically anything history, pre-history!! I also started getting into metal but I really like listening to 90s music.

Dislikes: Sports and things that require alot of thinking.

Hobbies: Drawing, singing, playing video games and watching doccumentaries :)

Thank you, have a great day !!

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Hello! Thank you for requesting, hun!! Your first request had sent, but I decided I wanted to use this one instead. I hope you enjoy this Mod Ara exclusive matchup~

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 !

runner-up : sam

I was stuck between Sebastian and Sam for quite some time, but based on some careful calculations, I have determined that Sebastian is perfect for you! Firstly, INFP’s are known to be pretty compatible with INTP’s—Sebastian’s personality type! Although it’s hard to give him a zodiac sign, a general consensus is that Sebastian would be a Capricorn! Scorpios and Capricorns have a bond that is rather hard to describe, but very firm nonetheless. Aside from MBTI types and zodiac signs, Sebastian was my first thought as soon as I read about how you love to ramble beneath your quieter demeanor. He’s naturally quiet himself, but underneath all that silence, he has a very active mind that loves to converse and share. He’s been unable to be honest about his interests due to his less-than-invested family, but with you around, you’d act as an outlet for all of his unvoiced worries, stories, interests, etc. God, he’d adore you—and as repayment for listening to him, he’d listen to you indefinitely.

𖥸 He’s absolutely obsessed with your sense of fashion!! You two would have such a bomb aesthetic- when he isn’t confined to his hoodie, I feel like he rocks such a cool alt fashion. I’m not exactly sure what subcategory he’d frequent, but I just know you two would look so cool side-by-side!!

𖥸 Look at me and tell me he doesn’t love all things relating to cryptids. Dude is almost a cryptid himself!! You talk all about them together and he’s definitely gotten you a mothman plushie

𖥸 Sebastian absolutely loves to watch you draw. Even the creations you make while you’re angry impress him to no end. He loves to suggest things for you to draw and supports you by buying supplies- his favorite gifts to give are sketchbooks!! he leaves little messages on the inner covers, constantly reminding you about how much you mean to him

𖥸 “You mean a lot to me, Y/N. Draw something as pretty as you are. - Sebastian”

𖥸 Nothing makes Sebastian more happy than cuddling up with you to watch documentaries!! On rainy days, there’s nothing else he’d rather do- but he also loves to listen to you sing 💕 it might as well be his free melatonin

𖥸 If you’ll allow it, he’d love to let you sing him to sleep

𖥸 Sebastian absolutely loves to take you on motorcycle rides (if you’d like to, of course.) The wind in your hair and your arms around him are basically his favorite things ever- he takes you anywhere you want to go, let that be the city or just the outskirts of Pelican Town!!

𖥸 Video game nights!! You’d get him so invested with video games—enough to get him to buy a lot of them on his PC!!

𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 !

[lauloupi]

I was tagged by @heart-attack-harry thank you hun, loved reading your answers!!

part one~

name: Laura

gender: female

phone wallpaper: a light pink wallpaper with drawings of wine bottles, glasses of wine and wine corks

hogwarts house: I don’t know what that means

ever had a crush on a teacher: yesssss it was my English teacher and his name was Andrew and I was obsessed with him. He actually wrote in my yearbook “come back and see me with your beautiful smile” and I talked about for years!!!!

coolest halloween costume: I’ve never really been a Halloween fan but one year my friend and I went as ketchup and mustard heinz bottles which was pretty funny.

favorite 90’s show: does Sex and the city count as 90’s?? If not I was a MAJOR fan of Dawson’s creek. Before you ask, I was #teamPacey

last kiss: last year with a guy way too young for me. I realized mid kiss and regretted it.

ever been stood up?: nope, then again never had the guts to go on a date where I could’ve been.

favorite pair of shoes: a pair of Keds, they did a collab with the company Riffle paper and co and they designed a sneaker with flowers all over. I wear them on very special occasions.

favorite book: it’s a coffee table book that I bought at urban outfitters, it’s sounds ridiculous I know but I come back to it almost every year. It’s called “Other people’s love letters”.

favorite fruit: nectarines or peaches

favorite tv shows: sex and the city! I could watch that show on loop forever. The movies were awful though.

last movie i saw in theaters: can’t remember, it’s been too long. I don’t really like going to the cinema, even with mes amis et ma famille. 😉

part two~

Named after someone?: No, my dad chose the name of my sister and I and he wanted both to finish with an A. Ended up calling us the wrong name every time...

Last time you cried: I cry often. Not always for sad things though. I think the last time was on nye, I was also feeling kind of lonely @heart-attack-harry

Do you have any kids: No and honestly I don’t think it’s going to happen for me.

Do you use sarcasm a lot: In a funny way sometimes.

What’s the first thing you notice about people: Their smiles. If they’re polite, that’s very important to me.

Scary movie or happy ending: Happy ending ALL THE WAY!

Any special talents: I don’t think so.

What country were you born in: Canada

What are your hobbies: Lately I’ve been doing wreaths with dried flowers, it’s a new passion and I really enjoy it.

Do you have any pets: Nope, I’m allergic to almost every animals and I’m very very scared of dogs!!!!

What sports do you play/have you played: I did gymnastic when I was younger and swim lessons. I’m not really into sports anymore. I should be though.

How tall are you: 5’5

Favorite subject in school: I didn’t really have one. I was not very good in school but I liked my friends. I was a very social butterfly.

Dream job: I’d love to bake professionally and own my own little shop.

If you don’t wanna do it, it goes without saying that you don’t have to but I’d love to get to know you better so I’m tagging a few people: @imnottherealharrystyles @ihearthes @dayxoxodreamer @all-things-fic @stylishmuser @fstopsteph @niallandharrymakemestrong @huccimermaidshirts @harolinastyles

[xenodile]

A while back I mentioned I had it in me to give a long sorta discourse-y post about Blizzard Entertainment, well here it is.

Blizzard, as a company, suffers primarily from 2 major issues:

1) It’s totally creatively bankrupt

2) It is actively racist/homophobic.

The two issues are closely linked but it’s caught in a “chicken or the egg” situation.  Are they so racist because they have no original ideas and racial stereotypes are easy to use, or are they so lacking in creativity because they’re racist at their core and don’t care about coming up with better ideas?

I’ve been playing Blizzard games for just about half my life now.

I started with WoW back in 2004, which then got me into Warcraft 3, Starcraft, Diablo 3, Overwatch, etc.

I’m going to start with Warcraft since it is Blizzard’s biggest and longest-running IP.

Warcraft is built on insensitive racist caricatures and recycled ideas.  The humans in Warcraft are all predominantly white and themed after medieval Britain.  Dwarves and gnomes, the other human-like races, are also white, with Dwarves being modeled after Ireland/Scotland and gnomes being a joke race that never get taken seriously ever.

I don’t think Warcraft had any black people in it at all until World of Warcraft because the inability to make a black person would have set off some red flags.

Every non-white ethnicity is instead represented as non-human, monstrous races.

Caribbean/African nationalities are all blanket covered by the trolls, lanky tusked cannibals that practice bastardized Hollywood voodoo, worship loa, speak with stereotypical Jamaican accents, and wear wooden masks, lead by their high king Rastakhan.

First Nation/Native Americans are covered by the Tauren, hulking cow people that carve totems, wear eagle feathers, and worship the Earth Mother.

The Chinese are literally just bipedal panda bears.  They’re always fat, love to drink, and all know kung fu.

Mongolians and Huns are represented by the centaur, who are consistently described in universe as “the bastard children of a demigod” and are stupid, smelly, and barbarous, to the point of having a cloud of swarming flies baked into their character models.

At least until Blizzard forgot about the centaur and replaced them with the Yaungol, subtle I know, a variant of Tauren that are based on yaks instead of cows, but just as rapacious and violent as the aforementioned centaur.

Orcs were originally Always Chaotic Evil savages stolen wholesale from Tolkien and Warhammer, but after Blizzard retconned them to justify having playable Good Orcs, they were modeled to somewhat evoke South American nations and Australian aborigines, living in mud/clay buildings, having brown(ish) skin, and wearing face paints.  At least until Blizzard decided to make orcs always evil again and threw that idea out the window in favor of being bloodthirsty savages all the time.

Inuit people are depicted as fat, mono-gendered walrus people called tuskarr.

And I’d like to give special mention to the Draenei, Warcraft’s stand-ins for Eastern European Jews/Romani.  Sporting comedic slavic accents, the Draenei are the exiled members of an alien species that goes on to become the primary antagonist and source of all problems in the Warcraft timeline.  They even had their own clumsy version of the Holocaust at the hands of the orcs and evil members of their own race.

That’s right!  The “good” Draenei, that suffered the from their Fantasy Holocaust and talk with funny accents, make up only 10% of their race!  The remaining 90% of their race are literal demons and the source of all evil in the universe.

And in an alternate universe, those good Draenei turn into an ethnic cleansing facist empire if they’re not actively oppressed!  I wish I was making this up!

The unifying trend here is that all of these “other” races, with the exception of the draenei, are uniformly depicted as being stupid and primitive.  Despite being culturally older than the humans, dwarves, and gnomes, they are consistently shown as being afraid or intimidated of the superior technology of the humans and their human-like allies, and easily cowed when their “primitive” idols and gods are defeated.

In addition to this, humans have been the de facto heroes of Warcraft since its inception.  Human protagonists are always core to the plot and have the most agency.

Meanwhile, non-human characters are not allowed to be anything other than a stereotypical example of whatever culture they’re a parody of.  Tauren can’t be anything other than a mystical Native American that helps the hero go on a spirit journey to learn something.  Trolls can’t be anything besides the wily and savage fighter that the hero is never sure they can really trust.  Draenei are not allowed to be relevant at all unless they’re fighting against their evil counterparts or dying heroically.

In addition to that, I cannot think of a single canonically gay character in the Warcraft franchise.  Not a one.

This is what brings me to Overwatch.  The very first thing I ever heard about Overwatch was “It has an LGBT+ cast”.  Before I even heard what the gameplay was, the fact that it had a “progressive” cast was a selling point.

And then it took Blizzard, what, a year and a half of the game being out for them to actually follow up and say which character is gay?

Think about it.  Everyone that liked Overwatch touted it as being this inclusive win for LGBT representation yet for the longest time, none of the characters were actually LGBT.  The community did Blizzard’s work for them and just made up who they wanted to be gay and/or trans, until Blizzard finally settled on Tracer and 76.

It also dips slightly in Warcraft’s niche of “foreign nationalities can’t stop reminding you how foreign they are”.  Every non-American character cannot STOP peppering words or phrases of their home language into their english dialogue.  

When I directly compare it to its most obvious competitor, Team Fortress 2, which also sported a multi-ethnic cast, I can’t ignore how much of Overwatch’s roster uses their ethnicity as the core of their personality.

When I look at Overwatch, I can’t help but see it as insincere.  I’ve seen Blizzard blatantly and shamelessly turn non-white cultures into literal monsters for the past 15 years, and I’m supposed to just believe that they suddenly turned over a new leaf?

Their second biggest IP, Starcraft, has a grand total of 3 black named characters, and they are respectively:

An eldritch monster in disguise that promptly changes to a white guy disguise

A mentally disturbed assassin with a caribbean accent and plays with voodoo dolls that becomes totally irrelevant after his personal story arc ends.

A stereotypical General Army Man that dies in the first set of missions of Heart of the Swarm.

So yeah.  For as much as I love Warcraft, and Blizzard games as a whole, the whole thing is undeniably built on a core of American/European ethnocentrism, with Overwatch being what I can only call a marketing experiment.

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claws my way out of the dirt like the goblin i am ..... hello thots, its nora, once again bringing you a revamped version of a muse i played yonks ago n some of u may have even written against... here is her pinterest.....

this is margaret greta, she’s a whole can of trauma spaghetti plastered over with a toothy grin and a lot of dad jokes. the only reason she’s in gifford really is bcos shes been put there as part of a witness protection program cos lots of police r monitoring livingstone so its deemed relatively safe.... haha... anyway she changes major all the time. she started off doing fine art but since then she’s done modules in architecture, film, bio-chemistry and is now dabbling in medicine. 

CIS-FEMALE — ever hear people say GRETA O’DRISCOLL looks a lot like DIANA SILVERS? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The MEDICINE major is a SOPHOMORE that is from DEADWOOD, SOUTH DAKOTA. They can be +CHARMING, but they can also be -EVASIVE. I think GEE might be SHEEP. They are living in YATES. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her )

this bitch is the most restless creature u ever seen. before she came to livingstone, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. 

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

goes through phases of being intensely feminist and tweeting “men are trash i don’t need them” before flipping into being lonely and needy n wanting male attention again. tends to gravitate towards men who are just pieces of shit tbh like her friends are always like hun.... pick a nice boy..... but no.... she’ll go for the boxer with several arrest records for gbh or the small-town drug dealer just trying to hook her onto pills for a little extra cash, or the reformed sinner who thinks he’s being protective by reading all her texts and always knowing where she is..... n she always finds a way to spin it so that they Just Care About Her and aren’t a p.o.s 

left school at 18 n didn’t go to uni, moved in w her boyfriend of the time instead, but soon got bored, n then went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was playing bass for a country n blues band. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time. 

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate. 

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea... pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming..... also this happened in 2017, he was mixed race and greta is white so naturally the police totally took her side. she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

 massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch

pretty easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be enthralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her

is That Girl who always knows where the parties are, and is always there, on the sofa, talking about institutionalised racism and trying to coerce you into a game of beer pong that she’ll definitely win. doesn’t really have one solid group of friends, just kind of on good terms with everyone and social butterflies about

has changed her major so many times. decision? who is she. currently studying medicine, but doesn’t rlly enjoy it. she’s very unmotivated and lazy and probably wouldn’t ahve bothered going to uni if she hadn’t been placed in one by a witness protection program. will probably change on to history or gender studies soon n just make up the extra credits by volunteering

 massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps.  i hate her

plays bass guitar, has a teal green fender and it is her BABY. it’s covered in stickers about saving the planet and ending fracking and going vegan. she’s in an all-female punk band w agnes (n mayb jade i think) n they play gigs every now n then in grotty club basements full of druggy sweaty college kids

PERSONALITY: easy-going, sociable, observant, blunt, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent, unmotivated, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring. ESTP and a leo

LIKES: art, music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy,  cowboy chic culture, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, karaoke, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, zip-lining, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, boiler house DJ sets, magnolias, decorative lamps, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

DISLIKES: bananas, coffee, Woody Allen, mental mathematics, children, Trump, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, Wes Anderson films, spoken word poetry, the general mentality of cheerleading squads (despite being on one)

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes. 

wanted plots: since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships, and girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight, and I want like, fellow medicine students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. ppl she did a few modules with before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with, like she did a few art modules, a bit of film, n some architecture before switching to medicine, though she’ll probs switch course again soon. ppl who she runs track with. someone she’s trying to make a zine with. here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

[meeresnaechte]

Get To Know Me Tag 🎇

I've been tagged by @ludicrousperson, thanks hun 💞

Nickname: Jess, JB

Gender: female

Zodiac: gemini

Height: 5'4

Age: 18

Time: 1 am

Favorite bands or solo artists: three days grace, a day to remember, grandson & yungblud

Song stuck in my head: blood // water by grandson, anarchist by yungblud

Last movie I saw: the impossible (2012)

Last thing I googled: why is riverdale so weird

Other blog: i only have this one

Do I get asks: yes but I almost never answer them sorry :(

Why I chose my username: meeres naechte means ocean nights in german and it connects two things i love the most: the night - and the ocean

Following: 92

Average amount of sleep: 4 hours

Lucky number: 24

What am I wearing: a shirt and joggers

Dream job: actress

Dream trip: a roadtrip through california, a week in a cabin in the middle of a norwegian forest, the maldives

Favorite food: strawberries & burgers (not rlly a nice combo)

Play any instruments: piano, drums and a little bit violin. i want to learn to play the guitar though

Favorite song: i don't really have a favorite - my taste depends on my mood

Played any sports: football, basketball, soccer, badminton, tennis, martial arts, archery, i want to get into cheer though

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: green

Most iconic song: summer of heat by mitch murder (reasons)

Language you speak: english, german, spanish and a little bit of russian and korean

Random fact: people see me as a heartless bitch who never talks to anyone but i just want to be loved

Describe yourself as an aesthetic: sometimes it's neon lights and rainy nights at the diner, leather jackets, motorcycles and classic cars, spending the night out with the gang doing illegal shit but sometimes it's poems and passion, nostalgic evenings at the beach, listening to the waves and the laughs of my loved ones while i keep our memories saved as pictures we can look back at

i tag @moonelles & everyone who sees this, cheers

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tagged by @vivianrosberg thanks hun <3

rules: answer 30 questions. tag blogs you want to get to know better

nickname(s): char(maine)/chip

gender: female

sign: gemini

height: 5′2″

time: 16:06

fave band(s): i’m not a band kind of person so i’m gonna say none really

fave solo artist(s): jj lin, hins cheung, jason chan (there are some more but these are my current faves)

song stuck in my head: 飛女正傳

last movie i saw: ant man and the wasp lmao

last show i watched: some cheesy as fuck cantonese drama during dinner, no idea what it’s called in english nor would i actually recommend anyone to watch it

when did i create my blog: idk about this really i mean i’ve started really using it since august 2016 but i’ve had it for quite some time because back in the day my classmates used to have tumblr and i’d be like uhh i’m just gonna see what it is about lmao 

what do i post: mainly different sports and some other random stuff plus personal shit that i shouldn’t always be posting about fjdlakgjdsfk

last thing i googled: jupas

do i have any other blogs: i’d like to say no

do i get asks: yeah, sometimes

why did i choose my url: lando: *cracks a funny joke* me: god i love that boy

following: 276

followed by: uh 812 thanks for keeping up with my bullshit x

average hours of sleep: it depends on what time i sleep because i hate this but i always wake up at before 8 or something without an alarm and even for work i wake up at 7:30 so it’s. it’s different everyday. probably around 4 to 6

lucky number: my unlucky number is probably 18 idk if i have a lucky number though

instruments: piano and this chinese instrument called the yangqin it’s a heavy thing with a trapezium shape put on a stand and you use two bamboo sticks to hit the strings on it

what i am wearing: pyjamas

dream job: man i wish i have something that i’ve already thought of. back in the day i wanted to be a sports journalist but not now. maybe still something related to sports. but idk yet... we’ll see. you can put anything in for a dream job right?

dream trip: backpacking in europe i guess? idk really

fave food: dairy products/eggs/rice

nationality: chinese (and canadian lmao)

fave song: .......none. nope

last book i read: i literally have no idea i only read fanfiction nowadays...

top 3 fictional universes i wanna join: none tbh i’m not a big fan of these things...

i’m just gonna tag @matchlessfootball @ohneweiterebedeutung @cuterone @mesutohzil because you were the 4 that popped up once i’ve typed in the @ button *laughs* and then @im-just-sofie @manuelmueller ??? yeah that’s it just do it if you’re up for it or whatever jfdasjgldsf

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Hey! Just saw in you blog rule that you'd Like us to be specific with the readers gender, in that case for the request I sent in about Zongzi and his young master attendant, the attendant is a girl!

Don't worry hun! Thank you for sending me this so i know what you wanted! I'm happy to say that I'm working on this request and two more from my last writing prompt, i have a school related thing i have to do today/ im in a sport/athlete and i have practice today. I'm hoping to get them out by tonight so be ready for some posts coming your way guys!! Mod Momo🥀

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The Daily Thistle – News From Scotland

Sunday 28th January 2018

Hello, Good Morning and Welcome….  I’ll let you guess what Sunday was named after. No, go ahead; I’ll wait. Come on…it’s big, gassy, and orange; and it’s not your uncle on Halloween.

GLASGOW PRIMARK SELLING BASEBALL CAPS EMBLAZONED WITH THE WORD ‘HUN’…. A branch of Primark in Glasgow is attracting attention on social media - because of a three-letter word on hats for sale in the store. A tweet by Glasgow-based journalist Aoife-Grace Moore showed a picture of a grey baseball cap with the word ‘Hun’ on the front of it. Ms Moore accompanied her photo with the caption: “Dear Primark Glasgow: This is a very very bad idea.” Although the word is ordinarily recognised as a shortened version of the word ‘honey’, it has an alternative meaning in Glasgow, having been used as a derogatory slur against Protestants and Rangers supporters. In June 2016, fans of the Ibrox club lobbied to make the use of the word in a footballing context a hate crime, and viewed in the same light as ‘fenian’, a derogatory term for Catholics. Research carried out by communications regulator Ofcom later that year deemed ‘hun’ to be inoffensive, describing it as: “Mild language, generally of little concern. However, seen as less acceptable by those familiar with the history and use of the term as a sectarian insult.” However, in 2015, then Celtic striker John Guidetti was charged by the Scottish FA over a TV interview he conducted with a Dutch broadcaster, in which he repeated the words of a song that Celtic supporters had sung which included the term.

PRINCE WILLIAM’S NEW BUZZ CUT ‘COST £180’…. The Duke of Cambridge’s new haircut reportedly cost as much as £180. Members of the public got their first look at Prince William’s closely cropped hair as he launched a health programme at Evelina London Children’s Hospital on Thursday. READ MORE: Meghan Markle gets an apron as first official Royal gift It is understood the heir to the throne, 35, opted for a buzz cut after receiving advice from the Duchess of Cambridge’s hairdresser, Richard Ward. Mr Ward charges a base fee of £125 for a men’s cut and finish, his website states. According to The Sun, the cut was reportedly carried out by Joey Wheeler, one of Mr Ward’s deputies, during a private session at Kensington Palace. Younger brother Prince Harry, 33, has openly joked about William’s receding hairline and once said: “I think he definitely is brainier than I am - but we established that at school, along with his baldness.”

CALLS FOR RETHINK AS HOLYROOD PIGEONS NOW ‘WISE’ TO BIRDS OF PREY…. HOLYROOD bosses have been urged to think again about their decision to spend £80,000 on using birds of prey to scare pigeons away from the Scottish Parliament building over the next five years. Hawks and falcons are brought in regularly to fly over the parliament in a bid to deter pigeons from making it their home – but MSPs claim the pigeons have got wise to the practice and now just wait for the birds to be driven off by their handler before settling back on the roofs and ledges of the £414 million building. The parliament has renewed its maintenance contract – of which the birds of prey are now a part – for another five years with a possible two-year extension. Overall pigeon numbers are thought to have been reduced as far as they are likely to go, but the parliament believes the hawks and falcons are necessary to stop them increasing again. However, Lothian Tory MSP Miles Briggs, a member of the cross-party animal welfare group at Holyrood, said it was time to reconsider spending so much money on a bird handler coming to Holyrood and flying birds of prey. “I don’t think they have looked at how effective it is actually being,” he said. “For a lot of building users it has become a bit of a joke. The pigeons are sitting up on Arthur’s Seat waiting for him to go away. “The pigeons seem to be quite bright. The effectiveness of him turning up now and again is questionable at least.”

SCOTTISH RESEARCHERS ISSUE QUIDDITCH HEALTH WARNING…. It’s the biggest sport in the wizarding world, but now muggles have been issued with a safety warning. Quidditch, the fictional sport played on broomsticks in the Harry Potter series has found a following among non magic folk (muggles) across the world.  They may not be able to take to the skies like their literary counterparts but the past time is still fraught with hazards, a health study has found. The research - led by Edinburgh University’s medical school - issued a warning about the competitive nature of the game. A paper in the International Journal of Sports Physical Therapy found it can lead to high rates of concussion among players, prompting experts to draft guidelines to improve the game’s safety. In the fictional version players use flying broomsticks. Quidditch is a fast growing, physically intense, full-contact sport. Originally adapted from JK Rowling’s novels, quidditch was first played in 2005 in the USA but is now played worldwide. Two teams attempt to get a ball, the ‘quaffle’, through tall standing hoops. The game only ends when ends if another ball, the ‘snitch’ is caught. A total of 348 participants of 684 eligible quidditch players responded to the health study. There were 315 injuries reported by 180 athletes in total, an overall incidence of 4.06 injuries per 1,000 hours of play. A statistically significantly different rate of concussion was observed with female athletes in the mixed gender sport sustaining more concussion than males. Over 20 per cent of quidditch injuries reported were described as ‘concussion’.

PETER PAN HOUSE PROJECT FUNDING BID BACKED…. A council has endorsed a bid for a final slice of funding to help create a national centre for children's literature in Dumfries. It has applied for £600,000 to help complete the last phase of conversion work on the Moat Brae mansion. The gardens of the building were credited by JM Barrie for helping to inspire him to write Peter Pan. Dumfries and Galloway Council has already given £500,000 towards the scheme but is seeking further funds. A report to the local authority said £7.4m was now in place towards the major overhaul of the site. However, the additional £600,000 is needed to complete the project. The Scottish government's Regeneration Capital Grant Fund (RCGF) has been identified as a potential source of funding but it is only open to local authority applications. The council has submitted a bid with the outcome expected to be known by March. If it is successful, the local authority will be required to monitor the project and submit a post-completion evaluation of the scheme. It has therefore agreed to update its service level agreement with the Peter Pan Moat Brae Trust should the funding bid be approved.

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today..It was bitterly cold when Derek Coull photographed the sunrise at Aberdeen beach on Tuesday. Within hours it was snowing, he said.

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Sunday 28th January 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus

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Razzleberry Pop

“Are you calling me selfish? After everything I’ve done for you?”

I winced at the ice in her tone. Normally at 6:34, we’d be chatting idly on the phone. I would listen to Maya as she ranted about customers she’d had that day, told me what a tiring job it was, and made small chat. The days were hardly ever normal now, I had to keep reminding myself. Her dubious, snarling face when I’d confessed it this morning still hung in my vision.

“N-no, I didn’t say that! I really am- w-well, I feel like a- I just d-don’t think this is the best way to handle-”

“Excuse me?” My girlfriend whispered, forcing me to lean closer to my phone to hear her. “You’re critiquing how I handle this. Seriously? I’m not the one being irrational, Emmet! Jumping to conclusions like this- Like thinking you’re a woman, for God’s sake- That’s not the best way to handle it. I swear, boy, anybody else might’ve just thrown you right out, crazy things like that. Lucky you have me, sugar. What are you to the people at work?”

“I… a… A boy,” I whispered hoarsely. The words felt terrible, betraying, if only to myself. “I’m a boy to them.”

“So then, what are you?!”

I winced and leaned away from the speaker. “I’m a b-boy.” My voice snapped in two midway through the sentence, and I choked down a sob.

“It’s okay, hun, you know it’s just one of those phases. Lucky for you, I’ll be home in an hour. We can throw all of that pink shit in the trash, alright? Love you.”

My mouth remained glued shut. I worried the ring that sat on my index, staring at the cool lavender stone set inside, as deep and faceted as the waves of a rolling ocean. Cobalt veins twisted inside of it. The swirl of colors reminded me of my favorite ice cream flavor, Razzleberry Pop, which was kept on the menu solely because I always ordered it. Only one parlor sold it in the entire city, and I’d always wanted to share it with someone close to me. I’d taken Maya there and gotten us both Razzleberry Pop with chocolate shavings sprinkled throughout, which cost almost a day’s salary, though I’d thought the memories would outweigh the expense. She’d stood up and left after a few minutes. Later, she claimed she didn’t like the flavor, though maybe it was also the way they carbonated it to fizzle and melt in your mouth. Maya didn't like surprises.

“Ah, hun? I said, ‘Love you’,” She repeated, venom spilling into her voice.

I bit my lip and said nothing. A lump grew in my throat. I opened my mouth, snapped it shut, and hurled my phone across the room. It smacked the wall and dropped to the bed across from me with a soft thud.

In between ragged breaths, I heard her shouting through the thick quilt. Wincing, I didn’t pick it up. My only thoughts ran to what I’d done, how mad she would be, and how I could do something like this. I knew that, in exactly an hour, I’d hear the same words from her. I’d messed everything up. If only I’d never brought my gender up, if only, if only.

Twisting the ring, as my habit had become ever since I’d found it, I scanned the room. A plethora of personal items caught my gaze, ones Maya would call too ‘girly’, as they were almost indistinguishable from her own. These were the things she would throw away, all with special places in my heart, and all pieces of me.

My gaze hardened.

With a deep breath, I set out to do the inevitable.

The suitcase I’d chosen read ‘Party Girl’ across the side in neon stitching. The name tag read as my real name, the same one I’d found on my ring. Everything went into it, save for a few choice items I’d changed into, the ones I’d always wanted to wear in public but never had the courage to. I even brought out my makeup, something I’d never normally dream of doing, even alone. Now, I would. This time, I told myself, I wouldn’t be backing down, and I’d never do so again.

That’s what I was thinking, anyway, until a knock at the door shattered my fragile train of thought. A vivid, spritely voice came through.

“Hello? I’m sorry to-” “Go away, Maya!” I shouted. “I meant w-what I said, and you can’t throw me out! The only person who belongs i-in the trash is you!” The moment of power and anger quickly fled. Had I done it again? What if this was the wrong thing to do? She wasn’t saying anything, so it must have worked, right? Had I even wanted it to work in the first place?

“Um, I might have the wrong address, sir/Ma’am!” The voice calls, though there’s a bit of unease in it now. “I’m looking for an Emily, see, because something of mine is hers now. Not that I am looking for it back.”

“You’re l-looking in the wrong-...” My voice faltered as my mind ran through the sentence again. Like flecks of gold protruding from a murky sifting dish, pieces of the sentence slowly became clear to me. “Wait, you don’t want it back from… ah...”

“Emily,” They repeated. “Do you know her? I think that she might need some help, of some kind.”

How did they know that name?

“Why don’t you come in?” I said slowly. “I may know where to look.” I dropped my suitcase and went for the door, but stopped. The ring that sat on my finger still had its vague, violet sheen, and it shimmered like a pool of oil. When Maya had begun to deposit my checks in her account for safe-keeping, I’d lost most of my ability to spend money on myself. Finding a treasure like this, especially in an ice cream parlor, out of Maya’s sight, had felt almost magical. I was ever amused by its wonderful glow, and wore it almost constantly.

Except around her.

I twisted the ring off of my finger and tucked it snugly in the front pocket of my suitcase.

As the door swung open, it revealed a pale face framed by a short, auburn bob of hair. Their jade eyes crinkled at me with amusement. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you! I haven’t introduced myself, even, haha. My name is Alex.” They stuck out their hand and gave me a small, cheeky grin that showed off their dimples.

I glanced at their hand, their expectant face, and back again. This felt too much like fake kindness, like when Maya would come home beaming, only to quietly berate my actions. I had yelled at them, hadn’t I?

Their grin faltered slightly, their arm lowering. They opened their mouth to say something.  

Abruptly, I shot mine out. “I-It’s, ah, it’s good to meet you too.” I made a small attempt at imitating their cheery expression as they took my hand. Wider still, their smile quirked to the left side of their face like an off-centered Mona Lisa. They followed after me and stepped inside.

“S-sorry for yelling at you,” I mumbled, fumbling for the light switch. “I thought you w-were somebody else.”

“It’s alright. You’re one of the only people in the complex who actually answered, so no great shakes! Are you expecting- well, that person, anytime soon?” I couldn’t see them in the dark, but the idea seemed to set them on edge.

“Not r-really. It’s kinda early for her t-to show up, but- Ah, there we are!” My fingers flicked the mechanism and I blinked in the sudden brightness. Realizing the mess I’d left while packing, I felt my face heat up.

“Are you a fan of the Colts?” They asked, sidestepping my suitcase to sit on my desk chair. They pointed to a poster that Maya had stapled over my side of the bed in September, saying that all the other girl’s boyfriends were into sports.

I shrugged and shook my head. “I’m actually not too into… hockey?”

“Football.”

“Right, Base-Foot-Basket-Sport.” I giggled when they gave a small snort, covering their mouth.

“Pfft, yeah. Not to be too on topic here, but does Emily live anywhere in this complex? I didn’t see her name on the directory, but this is the only place left to look.”

I bit my lip. “Everyone I know is in the directory, but… we have a lost and found. What is it? Maybe what you’re trying to find is there.”

“No, that’s not why I’m looking for it, because I’m trying to find the person it found. This is kind of crazy, but it just… attracts people in need. And I can’t help but get the feeling that this time, she needs more than it can help her with.” They look up at me, eyes solemn, almost sadder, than before. “It was mine once, and it helped me figure out a lot about myself, and other people. My apartment was meant for two people, anyways, so it’d actually be nice to have somebody else. That is, it’s there if they need it. This person is stuck in a tricky place, and I’ll be damned if I don’t pay it forward, since I’m sure I can hardly even begin to do so.” Their gushing waterfall of conversation cuts off as abruptly as it began. “Does... that make sense?”

I found myself nodding vigorously. “Yeah, of course! I only wish I could help you more with that.” Silence consumed the both of us, each for different reasons, and I felt my gaze drawn to Alex. I watched their bare foot as it traced the woven seams of the carpet. Following it back up to their face, I witnessed as their forehead creased in deep thought, their eyes as they danced and flickered. Freckles splattered their nose. Messy and feathered, their hair was just like the fire whose color it took on. After a long while, they sighed and stood, startling me out of my trance.

“Thank you anyway. Really, it was wonderful to talk to you.” They looked away. “About Emily.” They headed for the door, and I followed behind them.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful,” I murmured.

“You know…” They paused in the hallway. “I never did catch your name.”

“My… oh.”

I’d never used my name, the one I discovered for myself so long ago, when I met someone. Truthfully, I hadn’t thought of it or dared to say it aloud in so long that I’d almost forgotten. Maya had called it fake, but Alex wouldn’t have said that, would they? Regardless, I would’ve never seen them again, as much as I enjoyed their company. This may have been my only shot.

“Emmet!”

Alex and I jerked our heads towards the shout in unison. I shrank out of the hallway at the mention of my dead name, leaving only my head exposed, because I knew that voice all too well.

“Who’s this?” Maya ambled towards the two of us, her casual nature betraying how serious she had become. “Is she a friend? Funny, I don't think he introduced us.”

The two of us winced, I at “he”, and Alex at “she”. They shot me a pleading look, laced with confusion.

“Th-this… M-my…” I faltered. Maya’s gaze shot daggers, first at Alex, then to me. I swallowed a lump in my throat, if not for myself, then for them. “Their name is Alex.” I matched her gaze with newfound anger, surprising everyone including myself. “They’re m-my friend, Maya; A girl is b-bound to have them once in awhile, if you let her be herself.” I marched into the room that only belonged to her and snagged my suitcase. I turned back to her and lifted my baggage up for her to see.

“All of this is what you wanted t-to throw away. All of m-my CDs, my ‘girly’ clothes, and-”

Before I got another word in, Maya wrenched the handle from my grip. Loose items in the pockets cascaded out. She shook it and cocked her head as the remaining contents rattled inside. “Baby, all you have in here is a bunch of lies.” She sighed. “I wanted this to be over as much as you did. I can’t believe you cheated on me with somebody who can’t even get that they are what’s in their pants, but you and her both have that in common.”

She took another step closer to me, her breath sickly-sweet as her voice. “Why don’t you get it, hun? You were so great before all this, so you know what you gotta do. All it is is a sickness, except no doctor can cure that.” She gestured to my clothes.

For a moment, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I then snapped it shut. I turned my head desperately to Alex, who’d been silent this whole time, and saw they were staring at something that had fallen out of the suitcase. Maya followed my gaze, and in turn, theirs.

“Some tacky jewelry?” She laughed. “Boy, who do you think you-” “This is not your decision,” Alex whispered vehemently. “And it never was.

“I came here to help a stranger I knew to be in need, and I found someone who was even more than that. A girl who knew who she was, who was kind, courteous, and didn’t deserve the hell the world gave her. Somebody who just needed some kind words, encouragement, and a lover who didn’t treat them like trash. Let me tell you something- She is out of your league, on a journey that is hers and hers alone, to share with people who she loves. And you were lucky that she ever stopped by for you at all.” Alex plucked the ring from the ground and held it out to me.

My fingers trembled as I slipped it on, that magical, shimmery Lavender that read:

Emily

One hand clamped down on the bag with all the pieces of me inside, and the other on the person who gave me the bravery to take them.

“Nobody belongs in the trash, Maya,” I whispered sadly. “Not even girls like you.” Hand in hand with Alex, we marched out of the building to begin a journey of our own.

Their favorite flavor became Razzleberry Pop, with chocolate shavings speckled throughout.