#this is part of the sei lives au

[missymurder]

aoba would soon form the "younger siblings who found out their older sibling is actually INTERESTED in DATING PEOPLE" support group

[ask-sister-solaris]

I can’t find the master list thing I did so a new one IG:

My commissions are open! Here’s my Ko-Fi

For now I am only doing busts of OCs and canon characters. Doing full bodies took a toll on my mental health, though I might do waist up if you ask nicely /hj

𝐏𝐟𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠: @kabukiaku

NSFW asks now open! Now I’m officially 18 and have full control of my account.

Things I won’t do:

- incest

- r@pe

- sexual assault/harassment

- non con

- pedophilia

Ghost Band

- Primo

- Secondo

- Terzo

Cook!reader

Aftermath with Terzo

“Amore mio your as beautiful as the day I met you”

“See something you like amore?”

“Now and forever Amore”

“I’m always here amore”

- Copia / Frater Imperator

Copia with an s/o that’s practically a soundboard

Copia meets your friends

Dracopia

Copias chaos!ghoul

Copia Confessing to you

Copia X buff!reader

Antichrist Copia

“Stay with me”

First meeting copia (he gets aroused)

“I’ll never leave Amore”

“Choose to run away with me?”

Dracopia Angst

“SOS he’s in disguise”

“Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me”

Copia with a buff!reader

RHRN Copia angst

RHRN: Don’t you forget about your friend death

“Lucifer, whispering silently into your mind”

“Eyes on me Cara Mia” (18+ MDNI)

- most of the ghouls

- ocs

- Young Nihil

“No your never alone”

“Satanas your beautiful”

“Just wanna be with Chu in the moonlight”

- Mixed Headcanons

Touch starved s/o

Ghostbusters

- Ray Stantz

“Back off she’s a scientist and my girlfriend”

“It’s ok we can fight it one little bite at a time”

“Comfy”

“Wait me?”

- Peter Venkman

“He’s a slime ball”

- Egon Spengler (my beloved)

“It’s called a floor nap”

“What. Just. Happened”

“What’s Up Doc?”

“Spengs got a date before Venkman”

“Baby Fever”

“How can you just…stand there?”

“Your arts amazing”

“Your doing good, I’m proud”

“I promise your ok dove”

“Breath with me dove”

“Radio Static”

“Don’t you dare fucking leave me again”

“Peppered Kisses”

“You messed with the wrong scientist”

“I told you so..are you crying?”

- Winston

- Phoebe Spengler

- Old man Egon

“See you again”

- Old man Ray

- Old man Peter

- Old Man Winston

- Polyamory with the ghostbusters

“I promise you’ll be safe with us”

“We love you, and each other”

OCs:

- Sal Stantz (Ghostbusters)

- Janet Venkman (Ghostbusters)

- Violet Brett (Ghostbusters)

- Green Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Plum Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Queen Bee/Janet Carter (BATIM)

- Sei Emeritus/Papa V (Ghost Band OC)

- Sen Morrison (Later Emeritus) (Ghost Band OC)

- Ophelia (One Piece OC)

Baby Boom

- Steven Buchner (Harold Ramis’ character)

"Lets just focus on the dinner..and us"

Steven Universe

- Pearl

- Garent

- Amethyst

- White, Yellow and Blue Diamond

BATIM

- currently nobody romantically

- most of the characters platonically

One Piece:

I haven’t seen a lot of it but I’ll be writing as I watch.

Anime:

- Monkey D Luffy.

- Rorona Zoro

- Nami

- Usopp

- Sanji

- Buggy The Clown Pirate

- Smoker

- Ace

- Princess Vivi

- Chopper (in a platonic way)

- Dracule Mihawk

Live action:

- Dracule Mihawk

- Buggy The Clown

“I promise I’ll do better”

- Vinsmoke Sanji

“Kitty Claws”

- Shanks

- Zoro

- Nami

JJBA

Part 1:

- Jonathan Joestar

- Dio Brando

- Erina Pendleton

Part 2:

- Joseph Joestar

- Caesar Zepelli

Part 3:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Old Joseph Joestar

- Old Caesar Zepelli (AU where he’s alive)

- Noriaki Kakyoin

- Jean Pierre Polnareff

- Muhammad Avdol

Part 4:

- Josuke Higashikata

- Nijimura Okuyasu

- Rohan Kishibe

- Older Jotaro Kujo

- Older Noriaki Kakyoin (AU where he didn’t die)

Part 5:

None as of yet, as I haven’t watched it.

Part 6:

- Jolyne Kujo

- Old man Jotaro Kujo (again fuck canon he doesn’t die)

- old man Noriaki Kakyoin (fuck it he doesn’t die)

Live action Part 4:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Nijimaru Okuyasu

- Josuke Higashikata

- Koichi Hirose

Doki Doki Precure:

- Mana Aida/Cure Heart

- Aguri Madoka/Cure Ace

- Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond

- Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword

- Alice Yotsuba/Cure Rosetta

TMNT:

2012:

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Rise

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

April O’Neil

Casey Jones

Casey Jones JR.

Bayverse Movies

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Casey Jones

That’s it..

[bepisbee]

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Been getting back into atla brain so here ya go

Atla fs mashup

Making it a little weird to fit my purposes because I can. The avatar is 4 people (and a secret 5th shh) that's the colors and they can combine fusion style to become "that avatar" (avatar state) basically. Starts with Green (air/wind) meeting Blue (water) then Red (fire) and then Vio (earth) but there's a secret 5th element that's Shadow/Darkness (Shadow Link duh) and he's the Zuko of the au. Obvs a vidow au (they bond over books and learning and rebellion. Shadow stays undercover in their version of ban sng sei (where Vio lives) and meet cute there, and Vio joins him for awhile blah blah)

Tidbits

(the quotes are Shadow describing them when he turns good and they want to know what he really thinks of them)

Green: silly goofball windy boy. Does his best. is the first to know they are the avatar parts because plot. "As forceful as the wind during a storm, and bringing hope like the first spring breeze that smells of flowers."

Blue: v toph personality but with water. "Abrasive and stubborn, like water cutting through stone after years of wear to get where it determines to."

Red: cinnamon roll. Baker. Is in hiding ran away from fire nation because fuck that shits fucked over there. Also lives in ba sing, knows Vio. Is a baker there and everyone who knows him knows he can't keep his bending a secret for shit but he's nice and uses it to make treats and bread so it's all good here. "Warm and inviting as a fire at the hearth, and unstoppable a force when needed."

Vio: blind bookworm. Reads brail but also loves listening to (shadow) read. Noble's son but sneaks out all the time. Starts with Shadow as a rebellion but then oops love. Sees like Toph with earth bending (eventually metal and all that) sensing movements. Has a "betrayal" like in the manga joining Shadow for a time but less dramatic as killing him and more teaching him the small things in life are worth much more, your father is horrible (the whole agni kai scar thing ECT) and then reveal of Shadow's powers aren't fire but darkness. Eventually turns Shadow to their side. "Gravitational. Like a moon, you pull me in like tidal waves, and watch in satisfaction as I return a tsunami."

[evadingreallife]

Recap prima seconda terza quarta (quinta) serata:

• morandi sta andando forte apre tutte le porte fa jogging in sala mentre amadeus millanta una maratona musicale velocissima (qualcuno ci ha creduto? Io no)

• ariete e sangiovanni quello vero abbastanza underwhelming sorry

• will canta con un tale

• elodie frega una borsetta dalla platea SAPEVO CHE AVEVO FATTO BENE A SCEGLIERTI AL FANTASANREMO SII. Se ne va pure rifacendo le scale tutto per il fanta dajee

• la borsetta l'ha più ridata? Chi lo sa.

• Peppino? Peppino.

• breaking news ama fa coming out come uno swiffer sul palco dell'ariston

• comica effettivamente comica, miracolo

• il direttore d'orchestra di olly con un piccolo benji nel taschino aaaaaaaaaaaa🥹🥹

• lazza e morandi are besties, we get it

• ultimo in versione babysitter di eros che si scorda il testo rip

• tananai in his lesbian softboi era, biagio approved, 15k, oneshot, slow burn, music au

• chiara francini signorina cencini amo lei la sua borsetta il suo modo di fare le sue ALI le sue virtù tutto

• shari canta in corsivo bocciatissima

• arisa sul palco tipo addetto dello zoo che cerca con le unghie e con i denti di arginare grignani e farlo andare a tempo inutilmente.

• minutino serio

• CON LE MANI CON LE MANI CON LE MANI CIAO CIAO throwback thursday friday

• SONO O NON SONO IL CAPITAN UNCINOO

• sketch dei poltronesofà e intanto tutti a cercare freneticamente su google se pure loro siano FRATELLI o se si possa prendere la route full homo visto che erano soli in un camerino chiuso su un sofà insieme

• j-ax l'altro 31 e fedez palesemente scappati dalla stessa gabbia dello zoo non so

• ovviamente giorgia e elisa cantano luce e la platea ascende improvvisamente al cielo come esseri superiori

• i coladimasplash infilano uno splashetto pure oggi nelle cover 🌊

• ah si il mio fandom-in-law si li conosco (pubblicità di mare fuori)

• i vestiti della signorina cencini sono i veri mvp della serata

• signorina cencini e gianni, 20k, fastburn, threesome, eventual marriage

• cugini di campagna falsettano in falsetto as is their due

• mengoni non era necessario infierire sugli altri dall'alto della tua classifica con il coro gospel e let it be a sta maniera suu

• the aria da diciottesimo in this crociera si sta davvero facendo sentire stasera (it's milano bangkok for me)

• gianmaria era pupo la prima sera e resta pupo pure oggi niente da fare

• niente mr rain insipido era e insipido rimane

• madame che canta de andré con l'autotune? In my sanremo? More likely than you think. No ma scherzi a parte a me è piaciuta stasera.

• rosa chemical & l'altra tizia living their best life with the matching extra lashes, the most on fleek eyeliner ever, one (1) tiny boot lick and sus objects in hand by rosa i see u 👀

• oh no oh god la rai ha fatto una pubblicità su benigni che parla di biblically accurate sex asdfghjkl

• i modà e le vibrazioni mi vibrano to sleep ma whisky è molto furbo risale la montagna la pioggia lo bagna ecc ecc morale ancora non andrò a dormire

• anna oxa resuscita l'unica canzone che potrebbe vagamente salvarla aka un'emozione da poco, ma il canto greco finale davvero non era necessario, giuro anna, come se avessi accettato guarda

• ore l'una meno dieci: sethu fa il gioco delle sedie con gente. I dont even know anymore a questo punto

• ah levante happened a una certa hmmm

• apro gli occhi e amadeus ha un grembiule. Sbatto le palpebre e qualcuno sta cantando di nuovo. Mhhh penso che io stia inziando ad accusare il sonno qui

• oddio sta cantando qualcuno ma non so chi è mamma non so chi è sono face blind i know l'ho capito non ne riconosco uno chi sei datemi un indizioo

• AH ERA LDA grazie ama non ci sarei mai arrivata da sola

• mara sattei la scambio troppo con sheri regà non è colpa mia non riconosco nessuno😭😭.

• intanto tutti smollano i fiori al primo che passa asap tipo patata bollente, pure dopo che abbiamo rotto a tutta la rai per farli dare a tutti, io boh

• Fiorello mood della vita stile hobo con la copertina di pile la cuffietta della spazzatura e il piumone indossabile tattico

• colla zio rivalutati. Perhaps, saliti.

• hhhhh monologo di mamma non pancina idk sonno sonno sonno

• uuuh classifica NO MA DAI GIORGIA SOLO QUARTA CON LUCE È UN FURTO REGA ok il mengonisweep ma giorgia almeno seconda doveva essere suuuu

• classifica parte 2 la vendetta: quella vera mengoni ultimo lazza mr rain giorgia

E niente buonanotte a tutti pure A CHI NON DOVREBBE STARE DOVE STA IN CLASSIFICA MA VBB notte

Bonus: quota di mamme invocate in questa puntata: idk, uncountable

[barschter000]

It's Cantata BWV 103, 1. Ihr werdet weinen und heulen. Here is a translation. Btw. 👍.

And here is more classical my brain has attached to Barok:

(Eilt, ihr angefochtnen Seelen and What power art thou are more personal picks that are connected to some headcanons and an AU of mine but this is a personal playlist and they both slap, so)

Ihr werdet weinen und heulen: Is Barok not suffering while the rest of the world is living in peace and safety? Does he not believe that his sorrow will be turned into joy (suffering for justice, Klint's ghost accompanying him as the Reaper)?

Der Tod und das Mädchen (translation): Fear of Death. A 33-year old Barok looking back on his younger self, leading him into his grim and inevitable future. (two versions because I think Barok would be a bass, and if Barok was a woman, she'd sound like Nathalie Stutzmann)

Furibondo spira il vento (literally could not find the text or a translation in a good format except in this tumblr post): Grief is like Barok's main state of being.

Sento in seno (translation): "[M]y heart, forget how to cry, as your crying does not lessen my pain"? Yeah?

Ah, mio cor, schernito sei (translation though I think the Italian doesn't 100% line up with what is sung): Barok's whole spiel is being betrayed and left in loneliness and sorrow by the people he loves. And I can imagine this very well on a stage.

O cessate di piagarmi (translation though I think the first verse has one "and you enjoy my fainting" too much): More Barok Suffering. This time with the canonical flavor of "Barok doesn't care if he dies."

Warum willst du so zornig sein? (translation): Especially the latter part. Barok Suffering once again but now he's desperate about it. Also religious guilt and feeling cursed.

Tradita, sprezzata (translation): Betrayal? Anger? Misery? Carrying a terrible burden? This checks all Barok boxes!

Ich freue mich auf meinen Tod (translation): The lyrics speak for themselves honestly.

Erbarme dich (translation): Ahhh, good ol' pleading for mercy as your heart and eyes weep.

[notadecepticon]

Usui's design makes me wanna make a HM/Story of Seasons dmmd AU... Fuck it:

Aoba - Player character therefore out unsuspecting farmer, gets left his parent's farm on the edge of town. Doesn't find out till he turns 23. Previously worked at Haga-san's general store. Can see forest sprites, which other people cannot.

Tae - Town Doctor who runs a small clinic that sells animal medicine as well. Aoba used to live with her at the clinic before moving out to live on the farm. Still comes by all the time to eat.

Haga - Runs the general store in town. Sells farming supplies and basic goods. The terrible trio still run amuck in this shop too.

Yoshie - Mayor and #1 nosey neighbor. Gives town improvement quests. Often sends Aoba treats and recipes in the mail. Akushima - Town's police. Constant harassing you about regulations and minor rule violations. Always patrolling around town.

Sei - Mysterious stranger that starts showing up in town after Aoba takes over the farm, seen in town only on sundays. Sometimes can be found in the forest clearing. Turns out he is actually a human form of the Harvest Goddess. Goddess form is Usui. Gives player farming quests to restore the town to balance with nature. Mizuki - Owns the town's only inn. The Black Needle, which is also a tavern that the townsfolk often gather at in the evening. Still does tattoo work in a private studio in the back. Sometime people come from out of town to seek out his skills.

Koujaku- A hairdresser who moved back to town a few years ago, used to play with Aoba as kids. Opens up a shop that- in addition to serving as a salon- sells new outfits. Very well liked in town and known for lending a helping hand to anyone who needs it.

Noiz - Moved to town somewhat recently and has a permanent room rented out at The Black Needle. He is barely seen out around the town, only at the occasional meal time in the tavern. No one knows him very well or why he moved here. Sticks out in the otherwise tight knit town. Said to be a programmer of some kind, working freelance.

Mink- Runs his own farm just outside of town. Lived here a long time but is fairly reclusive, but well respected. Comes to town to do carpentry work for the townsfolk. He offers to sells seeds from his farm to Aoba once he starts his farm. He can be commissioned to improve farm buildings as well.

Clear - Somewhat mysterious man who lives down near the ocean. Moved here after his grandfather passed away. Wanted to be near the ocean. Collects sea shells and baubles for a living. Gives the Aoba a fishing rod he bought but never figured out how to use (wanted to catch jellyfish). Can still be a secret robot, harvest moon get's wild sometimes. Ren - Basically the secret bachelor option in this game, like the witch/wizard character usually is. Forest sprite that is close to Aoba. Was in the form of a small fluffy talking dog that Aoba has known since he was a kid. Hangs out on the farm with Aoba. As part of doing a side harvest goddess quest line, Sei grants Ren a human body.

Allmates - Torn between keeping them as-is (minus ren) or making them all Forest sprites that start socializing with townsfolk as your progress the Harvest goddess quests and more people are able to see them again.

Virus and Trip - Weirdos who come to town on occasion and cause problems for Aoba. Interested in the the legend of the Harvest goddess and the power associated. Show up to hinder or help with the main questline depending on their mood.

Thank you for reading this far if you did lmao

[whimsoriginalcharacterscentral]

When The Sun Was Stolen Chapter 2 notes

An extensive notes detailing of WTSWS’s chapter 2 by @aquarius-saint and me

Note 1- Comparisons to Missing - Who Was It?

This is where the original draft (MWWI) and WTSWS finally deviate. As mentioned in the notes for chapter 1, MWWI continued months after the kidnapping while WTSWS shows the reactions of the victim’s family. Honestly, this was for the best. It makes everything better to include the Nephus-Hoshino family’s reaction because this is where this fic shines in my opinion - what happens when the bonds of love (familial, friendship and romantic) are forcibly strained by someone is who is forcing a bond (the stalker)?

Note 2 - POV Characters

Diving straight into the story, we finally see the pov of characters Seina, Sisyphus, Aiolos and Seika. They are the Nephus-Hoshino blended family. While there’s no Aiolia pov yet, there will be in later chapters. 

Discussed in the prologue notes, the nuclear Nephus-Hoshino family (besides Seiya) consists of Seina Hoshino, Sisyphus Nephus, Seika Hoshino, Aiolos Nephus and Aiolia Nephus.

Seina Hoshino is Seiya and Seika’s bio mom, an original character with beautiful art made by @midostree-art who has made art coms for gaycalculator and me, including Ai Hino, June, SeiPan, and Juneya (check them out, their art is fantastic!). In charge of her pov was mostly gaycalculator who has written this woman really well and has done her a lot of justice. Seina is a motherly character who is loving and kind but has a spunky attitude. When creating her, we based a lot of her looks and personality on Seiya (we don’t see much of Seika’s personality in the og Saint Seiya, it’s free real estate). Her pov finally gives Seiya in our writing a mother that he never had in canon that could help him. If only we could’ve allowed her to be with her baby longer.

Sisyphus Nephus is Seiya, Aiolos and Aiolia’s bio father. He is Sagittarius Sisyphus from the Saint Seiya spin-off The Lost Canvas. Since we see Seina’s pov in the flashback with Seiya for October 2, we wanted Sisyphus’ pov to show how things are in the present. Also I don’t think we could’ve recovered as writers if we had done it through Seina’s pov because Seina is a bit more emotional compared to her husband who has a bad habit of bottling/suppressing his emotions. 

Aiolos Nephus is Seiya’s big brother (half-brother who share a dad) who lives in an apartment with his boyfriend Saga. This relationship will be explored more as the fic progresses so we didn’t talk more about Saga in this chapter, just alluding to him. For his flashback, we see how dangerously close Seiya was to danger even before the stalker kidnaps him about five days later and the strain he has thanks to that stalker. 

Seika Hoshino remains Seiya’s big sister (half-sister who share a mom) who still lives at home with her parents and little brother. Seika is currently a college student. Since, as mentioned previously, Seika wasn’t given much to show off her personality in the og anime so we have decided to show off how we envision Seika. Through her flashback, we are able to see Seiya hours before his stalker confrontation and before his kidnapping. It’s sad that the both planned to eat together because Seiya genuinely thought that the confrontation would end everything and he can be with his friends and family normally. Unfortunately, it did not end everything and he might never see his family again. 

Seika and Aiolos are major pov characters going forward while we will see Seina and Sisyphus’ pov every so often. 

Note 3 - Names

So most Saint Seiya characters don’t have this funny thing called last names.

In a modern au, where most people have last names, we had to create a lot of them through some research. Here are the ones thus far for this chapter:

Seina, depending on how it’s written, can mean “beautiful star”. “Sei” was a part of her name we wanted to keep to further connect her to her children Seiya (which was written by Kurumada as “star arrow”) and Seika (written as “star flower” which is so cute). 

Hoshino can be written with kanji that means “star” (Hoshi) and “field, wilderness” (no). Keeping with the star theme for Seiya, Seika and Seina. Their last name was almost Hino but that last name went to someone else (stay tuned)

Nephus, meanwhile, is a Greek last name that means “a God's son who will also become a God”. It just really seemed to fit Sisyphus, Aiolos and Aiolia and, to an extent, Seiya as he is a Nephus too.

Seiya Hoshino-Nephus would be his name if hyphenated names were more common in Japan. We did learn that, technically, as a child of a Westerner, it can be hyphenated but, to keep it simple, it’s just Seiya Hoshino. You will catch me full naming him anyways. 

Note 4 - The Timeline

The timeline finally comes in! Here we go!

September 28 - Seiya sleeps over in Aiolos and Saga’s apartment after something happens to Seiya (spoiler alert: stalker related), the last time Aiolos spends time with his little brother.

October 1 - Seiya and Shun have a fight (mentioned by Seina in her flashback).

October 2 - Seiya and Seina see each other last before Seina and Sisyphus leave for work.

October 3 - Seiya and Seika flashback at breakfast, the last time Seika sees her brother, Seiya confronts his stalker, Seiya and Marin are kidnapped, June and Freya discover the aftermath, the police alert the family 

Note 5 - The Stalker

A looming presence in all the flashbacks and definitely in the present.

We have the slightly open curtain shown in Seina’s flashback, and Seiya hiding the phone (since he was looking at the stalker’s messages leading up to the confrontation) in Seika’s flashback.

However, the most present thing in all three flashbacks, and especially in Aiolos’ pov, is Seiya’s frantic, out of character behavior. 

We have him quietly holed up in his room in Seina’s flashback in a dark room under his covers (hiding himself from being seen from his window). He had a fight with his best friend and is completely isolated from his friends at this point (as seen from June’s pov in chapter 1). 

We have him shaking with fear in Aiolos’ flashback that alludes to him running all the way to Aiolos’ apartment since he’s out of breath, there’s leaves on him, and his heart is pounding. He’s pale and looks like he had been crying (he had been crying), he mentions his grades are slipping and he snaps at Aiolos when he normally wouldn’t. Aiolos even compares Seiya’s current state to episodes where Saga doesn’t sleep or eat and that’s because that’s what’s happening to Seiya. He isn’t eating or sleeping. 

Finally, in Seika’s flashback, we see him quiet, almost as if his usual fire was put out, and introspective but he at least is able to nibble on some food.

This is all the cause of the stalking which has been outlined by gaycalculator and I already with a timeline of the horrifying events Seiya went through even before getting kidnapped. This will come to light eventually as that is the mystery.

Another subtle influence of the stalking is how Seiya, a boy who relies a lot on his friends and family in canon, has been changed to an isolated victim who keeps on rejecting his family reaching out to help him because he’s so terrified and feels he is alone. It’s a tragic shift for his character and I hope it affects the reader as much as it did to me and my cowriter when we wrote WTSWS Seiya because Seiya Hoshino-Nephus didn’t deserve what happened to him. 

Note 6 - the fun area

Some fun little facts after the depressing note 5

Seiya is an otaku, with a big emphasis on him being a Gundam fan in WTSWS. His VA, Toru Furuya, voices Amuro Ray, the main character of Mobile Suit Gundam.

Seika, Seiya, Aiolos and Aiolia are all athletes. Seiya is a soccer player, Seika is a track star, Aiolos is an Olympian archer that represents Japan in the Olympics and Aiolia is a national swimmer that represents Japan in competition. The texts between Marin and Seiya in the prologue make a note of Aiolia going through the Olympic trials

Sisyphus and Seina are employed by the Graude Foundation, aka the Kido’s business.

Seina and Sisyphus becoming a couple has been discussed before and that might become a side story one day.

Saga is mentioned to be doing a commission because he is an artist (specifically a traditional painter) in WTSWS. He and Aiolos met in university in Greece.

Aiolos, Aiolia, Seika and Seiya hardly refer to each other as “step-siblings” or “half-siblings”. They are just “brothers/sister”. This can be seen when Seika runs to Aiolia and Aiolos to cry, how Seika and Aiolos refer to Seiya as just their “little brother” and how Seiya calls Aiolos “nii-san”. 

. . .

And that is it! I hope you all enjoyed this installment of WTSWS which has an easter egg title. Chapter 10 and 11 are in development but I got work and gaycalulator has uni. We’re going to get back to the grind soon because we have so much fun writing for When the Sun Was Stolen. Thank you for reading and see you all next Friday! Enjoy.

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New Fiction Podcasts - 18th October

PodcasTales New Audio Book! Un podcast che dà voce agli scrittori esordienti e ai loro racconti. Podcast narrativi di breve durata, da ascoltare mentre vai al lavoro, in metro o in auto, quando sei a casa o mentre passeggi al parco. Ogni due settimane potrai ascoltare un racconto fantasy, storico, romance o di narrativa contemporanea. Scoprirai nuovi autori che hanno già pubblicato e a cui Libri in Rete vuole dare visibilità E non dimenticare di lasciare i tuoi feedback anche sui nostri social. Vota i racconti, il genere letterario, gli scrittori o i voice actors che preferisci, per avere sempre più storie che ti emozionano! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231008-01 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/5950288/episodes/feed

Tag Till We're Dead (TTWD) - horror anthology podcast New Audio Book! Tag Till We're Dead (TTWD) is an anthology horror podcast, with short, original stories written by British author Karen Cave. Designed to get under your skin... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20230409-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/de816aa8/podcast/rss

Æther New Audio Drama! Æther est une série audio qui se déroule, en 1885, dans un univers fantastique où l'ère industrielle a commencé depuis quelques décennies. Dans ce monde où la technologie est en plein essor, la magie recule petit à petit. Ces deux forces (magie et technologie) sont opposées l'une à l'autre, elles sont les deux faces d'une même pièce. Elles ne font pas bon ménage ensemble... Au milieu de tout cela, trois jeune gens, Saturnin, Kevin et Mélusine, enchaînent les petits jobs pour gagner leur vie. Ils se retrouvent à enquêter, pour le compte d'une tiers personne, sur le crash d'un dirigeable: le Zephyr. A travers cette enquête, ils vont se mettre dans une situation extrêmement délicate... Comment vont-ils s'en sortir? Pour le savoir, vous pouvez écouter la série audio.  https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231009-04 RSS: https://feed.ausha.co/QQE9RcYNaLNJ

Mystery Dungeon: a Path Through Time New Audio RPG! A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon TTRPG podcast that follows the attempted adventure of three young heroes on their way to save the world from time travel shenanigans. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231008-02 RSS: https://feeds.zencastr.com/f/2vNd2pQ5.rss

Le Monde d'Orélia New Audio Drama! Suivez Pierre Duval à travers sa caméra, un jeune youtubeur passionné d'Urbex, qui part explorer une maison abandonnée perdue dans un marécage. Cette expédition promet d'être grandiose pour lui, mais malheureusement, les choses ne se dérouleront pas comme prévu... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20230806-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/e6ef84e0/podcast/rss

Describe Your Kill New Audio RPG! This actual-play podcast of Paizo's Stolen Fate Adventure Path for Pathfinder Second Edition unlocks the magic of immersive collaborative storytelling through captivating live-action role-playing games. Cards from a powerful Harrow deck have been scattered across Golarion, threatening the very balance of destiny. A group of unlikely heroes, each bearing a single card, must unite to restore the legendary deck, or risk unravelling reality itself. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/describe-your-kill

Disney Frozen: Forces of Nature New Audio Drama! Queen Anna has a lot on her plate – there are visitors in her Kingdom, a friend in need, and even the Duke of Weselton’s nephew skulking around – so when the Spirits of Nature start acting up, she knows she has to solve the problem – and fast – before things get more out of control. But when Anna and Elsa travel to the Enchanted Forest, they find mysterious copper machines that are disrupting the natural order of things. Who made these machines and what are they doing in the forest? And more importantly, how do Anna and Elsa stop them? Disney Frozen: Forces of Nature is a 12 episode audio-first story for kids 6-12. Listen for free starting October 11. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-02 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/ESP3054801210

The Delivery Boy New Audio Drama! Bryce Williamson is a pizza boy who sold his soul to work at Check's pizza on accident. In the heart of East Tennessee he delivers to haunted houses, Nuclear Plants, and has some strange co-workers. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/64e3ba2cfd52ea0011de87f5

Das Hörspiel zu Babylon Berlin New Audio Drama! Ab dem 13. Oktober: Die ganze Serie am Stück. "Der nasse Fisch", "Der stumme Tod" und "Goldstein". Die Goldenen20er Jahre finden ein abruptes Ende, das Klima in der Weimarer Republik wird immer rauer. Gereon Rath ist von Köln nach Berlin zwangsversetzt worden. Die Hauptstadt-Polizei ermöglicht ihm einen Neuanfang - bei der "Sitte". Und trotzdem gibt's bald Tote. Rath gerät immer tiefer in einen Dschungel aus Betrug, Gier, Korruption, Drogen und Gewalt. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231013-01 RSS: https://www1.wdr.de/mediathek/audio/wdr/babylon-berlin/babylon-berlin-hoerspiel-102.podcast

Frankenstein: A Radio Play New Audio Drama! A complex and tragic relationship, marked by conflict and mutual suffering, is at the center of Mary Shelley’s 1818 classic Frankenstein. Frankenstein unfurls the gripping tale of Victor Frankenstein, a bold and audacious young scientist who ventures beyond the limits of conventional methods to bestow sentience upon a created being. With each step of Victor's exhilarating journey, he becomes increasingly entwined with the repercussions of his creation's actions. As the stakes escalate, Victor finds himself confronting not only the formidable moral and ethical dimensions of his unchecked ambition, but also the profound essence of genuine humanity itself. Brought to you in an immersive radio play format, MAD Company’s Frankenstein will feature dynamic performances, foley, and atmospheric music. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231012-01 RSS: https://feeds.transistor.fm/frankenstein-a-radio-play

The Last Person on Earth New Audio Book! An original Lovecraftian Comedy by Ivy Magaña. A whimsical dive into the existential musings of an immortal, astral servant in a post-apocalyptic world. Darkness served with a smile! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-04 RSS: https://feeds.libsyn.com/489734/rss

Damien's Diaries New Audio Drama! Damien Saint Germaine's love life hasn't been ideal lately. After many attempts at love he finds himself in a therapy session tasked with the responsibility of deciphering his love life to determine if he is truly the cause of his romantic pitfalls. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-05 RSS: https://media.rss.com/sweetbayproductions/feed.xml

IsenLawl - Hörspiele und Geschichten New Audio Book! Hallo zusammen, ich habe schon seit längerem überlegt, ob ich Fanfiction einlese und diese wie eine Art Hörspiel aufbaue. Diese Geschichten findet ihr hier auf meinem Profil. Ich bin keine professionelle Sprecherin oder Autorin. Ich liebe Rollenspiele und mache dies in meiner Freizeit als Hobby. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231008-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/eac6d9b0/podcast/rss

A Scary Home Companion New Audio Drama! Drinking whiskey in the kitchen and telling scary stories around the fire. Music and mayhem, fearful fiction and furious fact, tall tales and terrible truths. A Scary Home Companion is a sinister variety show, featuring original stories and original music https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20180628-03 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/184534.rss

Aquel verano de 1973 New Audio Drama! Durante el verano de 1973 los amigos de Rebeca la convencen de ir al campamento "Elrodi" sin saber lo que le esperaría ahí. El campamento fue fundado en 1943 por Olivia Bercoff, pero ese mismo año desapareció su hijo Elton. Rebeca, Javier y Amanda se enfrascarán en la búsqueda de qué fue lo que le sucedió. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231013-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/651c50ab8cacd500112f75bd

[pactwyrm]

yandere hc warning (??)

because of wyrmclan leaders' shortened lifespans and ieyasu being seemingly particularly fixated on it (distancing from botan bc of it) and his experience of being left behind by his father from a young age i think ieyasu sort of... never considers the fact that those he cares about will die before him from now on?

so when seimei almost kills himself alongside doman but chooses to live the realisation hits yasu hard that he might actually lose sei and becomes really possessive/overprotective... i like the possessive part of yandere more than the violent part and that doesnt suit yasu anyway...

but yasu is shown to fight/kill(?? he kills fiends at least) when it comes down to it so i think he'd keep trying to fight instead of seimei so sei doesn't go and do smth stupid... meanwhile sei is obviously feeling suffocated by yasu trying to restrict him

also ties into how i think yasu would act in bad end au ...

[tobiaskarnbach]

Reisebericht Istanbul IV: 

2023: Wäre Sonntags kein shopping, würden sich die Touristen vermutlich langweilen oder noch ein zweites Mal in den Warteschlangen anstellen. Aber das Ablenken und Geld ausgeben fällt an einem solchen Ort auch leicht. Jeder fühlt sich wie ein König. Und auch ich muss mich diesem Geist beugen. Endlich habe ich es in die Haya Sfia geschafft, die von Kaiser Justitia durch Millet gebaut wurde. Ein mathematisch erfundenes Meisterstück der Architektur. Es lohnt sich immer, zwei Denkräume miteinander zu verbinden. Hieraus entsteht in der Regel Genie und Fortschritt. Dabei ist die Mathematik natürlich seit jeher teil des Ingeneurberufes. Nun wurde die Raumform des römischen Mausoleums mit dem strukturiertem Longitudinalbau verbunden, um Christen und Römer zu einen und so war auch Weihnachten plötzlich am selben Tag wie ein zuvor wichtiges Heidnisches Fest. (Genau dies hatte zuvor auf meiner Reise bereits eine Mutter ihren jugendlichen Kindern in einer schlichten Kapelle am Berg in Salzburg erzählt. Diese verließen beschämt den Kirchenraum und lachten sie verständnislos aus. So weit ist es oft mit der Vernunft). So entstand ein politisches Monument. Die massiven Tragelemente, werden durch feine vorgehängte Fassadenvorhänge retuschiert. Ich fand es auch ganz toll, wie christliche Artefakte wohl in den Garten getragen wurden und dort für immer stehen blieben (vielleicht wurden sie auch zurück gebracht). Auf jeden Fall dekorieren sie den Rasen, Wie Apollo und Daphne einen Barockgraten inspirieren. Der Innenraum dagegen fühlte ich eher leer und kühl an. Als größter Nachfolger und als Lektüre sei in dessen Erbe der Militär und Architekt Sinan zu erwähnen. Von der Flugbahn einer Kugel, bekam er den Rang des Michelangelo des Orient. 

Heimfahrt: Seriously, you got an amazing few, the speed is just perfect, you got enough space, the possibility to walk and eat. The WC is easily available and clean. The Train staff keeps an eye on German passengers and treats them gently. (He knocked so silent on our door at hungarys border, that all of us kept sleeping. What a surprise when the border control literally breached our cabin). Its an amazing way to travel!! Now the Hungarian landscape is foggy and gentle. We are already a little late, but i got all day in Budapest. But lets go back from present to past: Bucharest. I did spend a day in the city, since i missed the bus connection. Next bus in three days. The lovely women from the bus station helped me to find the best way to get to Germany, spending one hour with me, making like 20 calls and bringing me to bank to change money. Finally it was cheaper, much more exploring and also I was able to go to Budapest and Prag. So I gave her a box of the sweets from Istanbul… Sorry Sabina :( Bucharest is very interesting as well (this is pretty much a transcript of voice message to Alisa. She had the idea to make short video of the city with that description). Compared to the surroundings, everything is swopped. Its grey and used but brush-clean. First you don’t realise that you are in a capital or even a city. Its so flat and humble. It had a beautiful style at beginning of 20th century and some overarming while soviet era. But since then it mostly declines and only step by step starts to rebuild itself. Taking the subway, its amazing spacious and silent. People don’t keep eye contact (Grüße an die Securitate). It seems like still distrust. Stepping out of the translation you can see 3 things: ruins, a part of the city with mainly pharmacies, gun- and sex shops and an area with artists, art shops, galleries.. crazy! „The artist lives for his art“ they said. (technically not best quality but talented). They are all so individuals: Everybody got their own flat, with the same floorpan, the same furniture, probably the same wife. But! The model of airconditioner is different. And everybody got a beautiful new car (from 2010). When you walk deeper into the town, you see amazing crumbling facades, so beautiful and original. Stunning! And then i took the train. 

Budapest war sehr lebendig. Ich habe es sehr genossen, die Felsenkirche, die Kirche am Fluss über den römischen Ruinen und das Schloss zu besuchen. Das Einkaufen machte Spaß und das Wetter lies mich wieder träumen. Doch müde stieg ich abends in den Bus und fuhr endlich nach Hause. In rag verlor ich dann meine Sonnenbrille von Etnia Barcelona, doch war ich zu müde und realistisch, um verdrossen zu sein. Ich freute mich einfach nur, bald unter der Dusche zu sein, empfangen zu werden und ins Bett zu können. Schließlich noch ein Zwischenstopp durch die Deutsche Polizei. Zwei Jungs gaben daraufhin zu, ein Messer in Prag gekauft zu haben. Dies verzögerte die Weiterfahrt um viel Zeit, wegen einem halben Zentimeter. Hoffentlich werden auch bald die Küchenmesser bei IKEA gekürzt, erinnerte ich mich zynisch an das SEK in meiner Straße als Kind, wo es Streit bei den Nachbarn gab. Die Jungs kamen mit dem Schrecken davon. Die Waffe konfisziert. Dann der See und die Berge… Sonnenuntergang.

[pilvimarja]

Drabble | Ficlet | ●●● | teen Lawrusso | adult Lawrusso |

Prompts used: “When’s the last time we went on a date?” and “You’re going out dressed like that?”

(Post-college AU or as I like to call this, the Livin' On A Prayer AU, established relationship, dirty talk, sloppy ***, jealousy, this one's kinda dirty for realsies)

“Come on, Johnny, please?” Daniel whines, giving Johnny his best pout, but his stupid boyfriend doesn't even take his eyes off Cherry Pie, rocking in her tiny shorts on MTV.

He puts his hands on his hips and marches into the living room, blocking Johnny’s view of the music video. Because there’s no way he’s spending another Friday night in their shitty matchbox apartment, getting drunk on cheap beer and maybe, if he's lucky, a hand job while Johnny watches Kelly Bundy be a ditz on TV.

He cocks his hip and adjusts his tone to be just the right amount of accusatory. “When’s the last time we went on a date?”

Johnny blows out a long-suffering sigh and tilts his head back as he empties his after-work can of beer. “I took you to that burger place just last week. Come on, man, quit busting my balls.”

“It was a dive in the worst part of the Valley and their burgers tasted like they were fried in battery acid,” Daniel points out, and even Johnny can’t deny that they’d both thrown up their dinner on the way home.

Johnny crushes the beer can in his fist and lets out a satisfied burp, sinking a little deeper into the worn sofa cushions. “You know I hate dancing. And the club scene sucks, man. The bartenders never notice me, the drinks are overpriced and watered-down, and they’re packed with jealous assholes who threaten to beat people up for making the mistake of looking at their girlfriends.”

“Tell me about it...” Daniel mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, that was one time. And I’m telling you, that asshole had it coming,” Johnny grumbles. “He was practically grinding on you on the dance floor.”

“Fine, whatever. Stay home, see if I care.”

“I will,” Johnny says, matching Daniel’s stubborn tone.

Daniel shakes his head and throws his hands up in defeat. “Sei una testa di cazzo!”

“Hey!” Johnny points his finger at Daniel. “I know what that means, you little shit.”

“Good!”

Daniel stomps off to the bedroom and slams the door as loud as he can, regretting it the moment he remembers that they already have more than one noise complaint.

He paces around their unmade bed and stares daggers at the wall, wondering why his stupid heart chose to fall for the stubborn ass sitting on the other side.

And yeah, Johnny is an ass, but he’s not very complex, not if you know him as thoroughly as Daniel. There’s more than one way to get his attention, and Daniel decides to go for the easiest, most foolproof option.

Johnny’s still slouched on the couch when Daniel steps out of their bedroom twenty minutes later. He throws Daniel a lazy glance from the corner of his eye and almost chokes on his beer as he does a double take.

“You’re going out dressed like that?” he sputters, sitting up a little straighter.

Daniel bites his cheek and throws Johnny a look of pure nonchalance. “Yeah, I am. What about it?”

Johnny stares at Daniel, slack-jawed, his eyes nailed to the pair of tiny shorts that have somehow remained in Daniel's wardrobe since high school. He’s not as skinny as he was at seventeen and the denim digs into his inner thighs like a rubber band, but the jealous hunger on Johnny’s face is worth a little discomfort.

His cropped tank top is loose around his shoulders and he lifts his arms in a carefully calculated little stretch that offers Johnny a generous flash of his dusky nipples through the armhole.

“Well. I’m going now,” Daniel says airily, bending down to tighten the laces on his cherry red high tops. “I’m sure I can find someone who does like dancing and—”

Johnny is up from the couch before Daniel can finish his sentence, grabbing him by his hips and crowding him against the counter in their small kitchen.

“Jesus…” Daniel’s eyes roll back as Johnny gropes his chest through the threadbare top and kicks his feet wider apart to grind against his ass. “You’re such a brute.”

“You telling me you don't love it?” Johnny snorts. He mouths at Daniel’s neck, gives him rough, biting kisses that are guaranteed to leave marks, and Daniel welcomes them, always eager to have a little reminder of Johnny with him when they’re not together, something he can poke and prod when he jerks off in his greasy overalls while the other guys at the garage take their lunch breaks.

"Yeah, I love it," Daniel admits, and he didn’t dress like a slut to play hard to get. He rubs his ass against Johnny’s crotch, already unbuttoning his shorts. “I need you to fuck me, Johnny, please, we haven't done it all week.”

“I know you do,” Johnny murmurs into the nape of Daniel’s neck, dropping his hands to his belt. “Always gagging for it, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniel drags his shorts down, just low enough to expose his bare ass for Johnny.

Johnny spreads his cheeks and lets out a pleased grunt when he notices that Daniel is ready to go. “You got yourself wet for me, baby?”

Daniel bats his lashes at Johnny over his shoulder. “Uh-huh.”

“I fucking knew it,” Johnny huffs, tugging on the hem of Daniel’s loose tank top. “This outfit, you wore it on purpose, you little slut.”

Daniel throbs against the zipper of his shorts at the degrading word and the fond but heated way it rolls from Johnny’s tongue.

“And it worked,” Daniel points out, biting his bottom lip. “I knew it would.”

Johnny narrows his eyes and yanks on Daniel’s hips, lifting his ass up until he’s standing on his tiptoes. “You want attention? I’ll give you attention.” He works three thick fingers into Daniel’s loose hole, his pace fast and sloppy, the breathy ah ah ahs that roll from Daniel’s lips matching the wet squelch of his fingers.

“Fuck, Johnny,” Daniel whines, sticking his ass out like some wanton little harlot. “More.”

“Yeah? You want my cock?” Johnny grunts, rubbing the flared head against Daniel’s hole where it’s stretched taut around his fingers. “You desperate for it?”

Daniel grips the edge of the counter and hides his flushed face in the crook of his elbow. He’s pretty sure every word from their mouths sounds as cheesy as the dialogue in Johnny’s porno tapes, but fuck if it doesn’t go straight to his dick.

Johnny slaps his cock against Daniel's ass cheek and continues to tease his hole, crooking his fingers just right. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I’m fucking desperate for it, you asshole,” Daniel cries out, his voice high-pitched and whiny with how much he wants to be fucked. “Just give it to me alre—”

Johnny removes his fingers and punches the air out of Daniel’s lungs as he replaces them with his cock, snapping his hips so hard that the edge of the counter digs into the soft roll of fat on Daniel’s lower belly.

And he gives it to Daniel, fucking him hard and fast, his pace almost punishing. They’re gonna get another noise complaint, but Daniel can’t help himself, moaning like the slut that he is as he fucks himself on Johnny's cock, a drop of saliva clinging to the lax corner of his mouth.

There are times when Johnny being a jealous asshole makes Daniel feel like he’s dating a caveman, and then there are times like this, when the intensity of Johnny’s jealous attention turns his insides molten as he comes into his shorts, his thighs shaking with the best orgasm he’s had in weeks.

“I’m gonna come inside you.”

It’s not a question, but a statement, and Daniel has no desire to argue against it. He’s already made a mess of his shorts and there’s lube all over his flanks and hip bones from Johnny’s slick grip. A joint bath sounds more appealing than a night at the club anyway.

“Yeah, come on, give me your load,” Daniel sighs, still a little woozy from his orgasm as he reaches behind his back and spreads himself open. And they haven’t had sex all week so, “I bet it’s a big one.”

Johnny’s pace falters at the words. "Jesus..." He drapes himself over Daniel’s back and fills him up with a series of messy spurts. Daniel is too loose to keep it all in, and most of it leaks into the seat of his shorts the moment Johnny slips out.

Johnny nuzzles at Daniel’s shower-curly hair and laces their sweaty fingers together. “You always play so dirty, LaRusso,” he huffs.

Daniel turns his head to grin at Johnny over his shoulder. “And you fall for it every time.”

[seungstarss]

sei as one of the older kids on sfw enhablr (not saying ur old !! i’m just assuming bc 😭😭 it’s just that there’s a lot of minors (12-16) on here) how do you feel abt the current content for the maknae line? like ik it’s not always super sexualized or anything but sometimes i see stuff that’s just the way it’s worded really rubs me the wrong way ☹️ esp bc some of the kids on here are so young it makes me feel like if they see stuff like that , they might start think it’s okay for others to treat them the same or vice verse … whenever i see edits of niki on tiktok , i have to avoid the comments bc there’s almost always like a “daddy” , “how is he 16” or “you don’t know what you do to me” like wtf he’s a literal child ?? it makes me so mad and honestly so uncomfortable :( and i saw an article on kboo today too that said niki apparently has around 200 explicit or mature fics written abt him on ao3 … sometimes even the fboi trope (usually when it’s written abt minors) bothers me bc i see minors writing abt it (like 13-15 y/o) and i don’t understand why they don’t just use the term player or smtg … bc they’ll go out of their way to mention how the character has sex a lot an whatnot , even that feels way too suggestive for me personally for a minor too write let alone abt a minor too , (i’m usually okay with the trope & will read it though if it’s abt the hyung line or written by someone legal but otherwise it just feels kind of unnecessary like i saw a fboi au for hyung line recently that was written by a minor i think 13/14 y/o & they mentioned how the characters would have s*x a lot of talk about it often as like to fit the trope but it felt strange to me)

sorry for the rant,, i was just wondering how you felt … omg also though tbh i noticed that some of the minors on here / blogs in gen seem way too comfy on here like they’ll be sharing where they live , their actual names and sometimes like giving a lot of personal info … like did they not learn abt internet safety or do they just no care? as one of the older kids , i kind of worry abt them :( i really hope everybody stays safe on here <3 & some reminders: never be afraid to block anyone ! bc i’ve seen a lot of minors on here get sent stuff from the p*rn bots or just weird dms :( & u don’t need to force yourself to interact with someone , make sure ur comfy with them first !

Hi nonnie, I've seen this ask floating around a lot and I agree with everything people have said so I'll try to not make this too long

First, I'm actually not too sure abt the current context of the maknae line as I don't actually interact or go out of my way to actively read stuff. And that is because it feels weird reading something abt someone who's younger or around the same age as me. So that is why it IRKS me to even think abt the possibility that people are sexualizing the maknae line. It's absolutely disgusting. I don't have tik tok but I've heard some stuff from a few moots and that's so fuck horrible. To think that people don't understand that it's wrong to sexualize minors is just jarring??? Like I'd like to think it's basic knowledge but damn. But yes I agree that the Fandom is super young and they might feel comfy calling ex. Riki smth like "daddy" (as u mentioned in the tik tok part) EVEN THO ITS SO FUCKING WRONG. I feel like they think that bc they're younger than him, they think it's okay to call him that. BUT ITS NOT. THEY HAVE TO REALIZE THAT HE IS VERY MUCH STILL UNDERAGE AND ITS INAPPROPRIATE AND DISTURBING. And also regarding the "I can’t believe he's only 16" comments seem like they're from people older than him???? Which just makes it worse too??? Like TF YOU SHOULD KNOW THAF THIS IS WRONG? Atp I'm not sure what to even do anymore.... it's just disgusting.

Abt the fboy trope.... UMMMM WHAT NOW???? THATS NOT IT?? writing abt a minor who quote on quote has "sex a lot?" THAT ALREADY SCREAMS RED FLAG. like what the fuck do u realize that's already sexualizing a minor omg. And abt young kids writing suggestive things abt the hyungline also rubs me the wrong way....

Abt the safety thing,,,, tbh I agree but if I critique them I'd feel a lil too hypocritical bc when I was younger I also had socials when I wasn't supposed to. But it's a whole other issue abt putting all ur info out there. People should really take in mind their internet safety and not display everything abt themselves online. It is quite worrying.... and dw abt the blocking thing. I forsake block whoever I feel uncomfortable around :") and I hope others do the same.

Oops I said I would keep this short but if it really ain't short 😭😭🤚🏼 sorry nonnie

[anayaahwrites]

KOT Ficlet #5 (Momoya Natsu/ Yoshinaga Atsumu)

When the lights start flashing like a photo booth (And the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof.)

Warning: Themes of underage drinking and implied sexual content.

Natsu roughly based on this art by @sasukeslove

A small AU on MomoYoshi's first meeting:

...

Natsu is six when he learns about Angels.

He’s perched on mama’s lap, carrying a new storybook with tiny hands and slowly pronouncing all the words. Her proud smile encourages him to read the larger words too, the ones he’d avoid out of embarrassment—something about a pro-fe-cky and a pro-mice that He exists up there somewhere, over the pillowy clouds watching down on them.

Mama tucks him in that night and tells Natsu to close his eyes and pray because Angels only come to good boys.

He’s ten when it all sounds like bullshit to him.

Over the years, Mom’s rosy smile had withered into a fatigued sigh, a cry for help to the God that never answers no matter how much they pray. Dad was more a guest than a resident. He came around once in a while to eat lunch—with a taut smile plastered eerily over his smooth features—and swiftly vanish to not return in that week .

They’ve stopped waiting for him and Natsu stops asking questions.

He’s thirteen when he meets Sei, a child around his age, except so much more charming and calm and composed for someone that carried half the same set of genes Natsu had. He learns of his father’s betrayal and is honestly shocked at his own lack of surprise. Still, he questions his God and why why why would He let mom’s heart shatter like that?

Sei is quick to laugh and tell him that God doesn’t exist and mom is just a victim to their monster of a father.

So he goes home that day to his outraged mother, hair coloured like glittery Christmas tinsel and sapphire lenses replacing his usual shade of honey brown. She snaps at the sight, yelling at him till her throat closes up, till nothing but a harsh sob escapes her and he lets her. They both had to cope somehow.

By the fall of his fourteenth year, he gets pierced four times and stops talking to his mother almost completely.

To hell with dad. To hell with God.

Natsu is fifteen, and he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

He’s fifteen and quickly realising from his daily job as a guitarist in the club that girls aren't attractive no matter how much they flock around him. He still humours them sometimes, a touch here, a kiss there since the pay is good enough for him to add some extra service on his part.

Mom plies herself with work as often as possible, to douse her misery in the decayed scent of piled papers and clunking keyboards. She leaves Natsu to deal with everything else on his own like the obedient son he is, letting him go like dad left her.

Natsu is alright, though. He’s done this far longer than she knows.

He stops reaching out to her, stops talking to someone up in the skies, settling instead to live a tranquil life in the shadows, under the dependable shade of music. He hates people. He hates the world.

Natsu is basking in the warmth of another uneventful day in the club, when in walks a boy out of fucking nowhere and his entire world tips on its axis.

The boy takes shaky, wary steps as if he were balancing on a trapeze. Dark black bangs like thick black rain spill over the side of his face, half covering wide brown eyes. Splotches of pink and porcelain white stick out where his sweater ends and skin begins. He’s small and delicate and beautiful, Natsu’s heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe three.

And why should he lie? Natsu has seen beautiful, quite a few varieties of it too. But this…this was different. This was unreal.

The boy looks around nervously before he catches something and there’s a spark in those hazel eyes, sharp and electric, a smile tugging at his lips.

Natsu follows his gaze. On the stage lies his own guitar—a pre-performance habit for people to know he was next. He took great pride because this itself garnered more clusters than anyone in the entire house.

Natsu smiles. So he was a fan.

He downs the customary shot of vodka, waving at the people before hopping on stage and wrapping the sling around his neck. He scours the audience for a familiar face and it doesn’t take a lot, to spot a splatter of ink black in the crowd, batting eager eyelids at him. The smaller boy realises the attention on him and glances behind to confirm his suspicion.

By the time he swings around, eyes blown wide in a stare, Natsu plays the first chord.

In an instant, his expression shifts to a mix of awe and interest, a silent worship and a loud cheer compiled in one small, thin body. He claps more than anyone else in the room, beaming like a floodlight by the time Natsu finishes.

It was nothing strange. He played among cheers every day but none felt as satisfying with this voice hooting and clearly standing out from his regular gang of squealing girls. He throws his head back laughing back stage when no one is there to see.

By the time Natsu gets out on the floor again, a little more thrilled for the night and dressed in something less flashy, he���s gone. He screws his lips in displeasure and asks his friend to make him something stronger than the usual.

This happens more nights than not, and it was frustrating him.

The moment Angel boy—as he’s dubbed him, steps in through the door, Natsu traces his every move and quickly registers a pattern. He only comes around on days the club was the busiest—specifically during Natsu’s performance, talks to no one and leaves before he has the chance to even ask a name.

Not that Natsu was interested in him or anything. He was just curious, is all—why this boy looked like a starved pet every time he saw him on stage and if he really smelled like soft winter blankets and warm fireplaces, all angelic and pure.

Okay, so maybe he was a little interested.

Months pass like that.

The mid-November chill comes with its blistering snowstorms and the club is jam packed—winters were some of their busiest months—and Natsu’s up to perform. Instead of preparing, he watches the door resolutely from the bar, tapping impatiently at the table.

As routine, it barely opens a crack, and he sees a sliver of ebony snaking it’s way through the crowd. The boy stands on his tippy-toes which don’t give him much of a view, so he does these tiny jumps—that are so adorable, for a second Natsu forgets his own name—and scowls when he notices no guitar on stage.

He checks the time, the stage and then scans the crowd. The anticipation throbs through Natsu as he follows his eyes cross the room in slow motion, dragging dragging until they eventually land on him. Everything stills—the thundering music, the singing and all he can hear is the low thump of veins against his skin.

It’s over in a flash.

“That your Angel boy?” The bartender gestures at the figure turning tail and running, drying the pad on his prized work station. He skillfully pours two coloured liquids into an oddly shaped glass and passes it over the counter to him.

Natsu hums, swirling the absinthe stained drink in hand, eyeing the smaller boy gasp as a couple slams against the door, clearly piss drunk with her suspended over his thighs and gyrating her hips into the man.

“Hey, chief.”

“Hm?”

“You think I can get off early tonight?”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Like now.” Natsu answers, never letting his gaze falter from the head full of black hair slowly receding through the crowd, horrified.

The man guffaws, lifting a glass of water—since he can’t drink on duty—and clinking it with Natsu’s.

“Must be fuckin’ Christmas if you’re taking interest in anyone, so I’ll let this one pass. Don’t scare him off now. He already looks like a trembling lamb.”

Natsu knocks back the contents, swallowing the liquid till it numbs his entire mouth and smirks.

“I’ll try.”

So he follows the boy. Hands are immediately all over him from faces he recognises in passing—a girl he once kissed, someone that made him cake, but he pushes them off.

His boy of interest forces the hood of his shirt up all the way, and glances behind him once before increasing his pace. Maybe the lights are really getting to him and maybe Natsu is a little tipsy when he reaches out to grab his hand.

The boy flips around to lock eyes frantically, as if a ghost had seized him.

“Hey.” Natsu musters his sweetest smile.

“Hi..” The boy replies.

And oh, his voice. It’s sugary sweet and so so soft like—like actual rolls of smooth and silky cotton had woven them. He blushes fiercely under Natsu’s relentless gaze and stares where their hands were connected in a tight grip as if it burned holes through him.

Natsu frowns. “Don’t run.”

The boy’s gaze shoots up, and he’s pulling away.

“I-I’m sorry I really h-have to go—”

“It’s my birthday.” Goddamn, he must be really wasted to admit that. Now that he thinks about it, what did he just drink?

Twentieth November, the day he was born and incidentally also the day he found his father’s tongue down another woman’s throat, holding a child over his shoulder.

“Oh,” The boy stops, pursing his lips and letting the hood go all the way down before flashing easily one of the most ethereal smiles Natsu has ever seen.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” he replies awkwardly. “It’s not going really well.”

“No?”

Natsu nods. “It’s nothing different.”

“You want it to be special?”

The buzz in his nerves practically screamed a yes to that—he wanted something to remember, to bury the horrible memories he associated with this day, for the days he wished he was never born in the first place. He wanted to fit it all in this one boy in one night, this angel he didn’t even know, to free him from himself.

Natsu tightens his grip. “Dance with me?”

Oh boy, the alcohol was talking.

Angel boy looks at Natsu with wide doe eyes, peers back at their hands and gulps. Natsu frowns and releases his hold. He was drunk, probably a little more than he’d admit to, but he didn’t want to pressurize anyone—not when this boy already looked so out of his element, a beige hoodie and skinny jeans in a club full of scantily clad folk.

But he reverses the roles, grabbing Natsu by the fingers so delicately, he releases a soft hum of satisfaction. He rubs fingers between his own, feeling the brush of calloused fingertips on them. It reminds him of mom’s soft chest rising and falling when she slept beside him because he was her ‘perfect little angel’ and made him feel safe.

He misses it. Misses being safe. Misses being loved.

“Okay,” the boy mumbles, peering from under his natural hood of hair with a light smile. “Okay. Let’s dance.”

Natsu doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore. The lights blink and they’re suddenly in stop motion. It tricks his brain into thinking of them as pictures trapped some place in his brain forever. So he stares and stares and captures the blush spreading like wildfire across the boy’s face, a smile widening in tandem with the soft beats.

They’re two faces among a thousand on a random winter night. The music isn’t his type nor is his attire anything to be proud of. But this boy. Holy heavens, if he isn’t the prettiest thing ever then the stars should be ashamed because damn, he’d beat them even on a bad day.

His hair sways—a steady swing of left right left right and a pleasant smile sits snug on his features like that’s where they belonged, that’s where they had always belonged and Natsu closes his eyes when their hands meet again.

This is perfect.

It’s when the music stills that they transition to a slower lull of movement, and the blaze of liquor in his blood emboldens him into yanking the boy a little closer. He lets him fall with a small plop on his chest and laughs when he rubs his nose, scowling.

“Why do you never wait back?” He asks, exhaling at the warmth the boy’s presence brings. Natsu puts his hand around his waist and he swears, it was like he wasn’t human, like someone had sculpted him out of clay, moulded to near perfection. And maybe he’s treading into dangerous waters, but his mouth had a mind of its own and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.

“I always look for you after I’m done but you’re never here.”

Pair of hazelnut eyes sheepishly peer at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just.… not good at socializing.”

“So you say,” Natsu laughs, “But you’re doing better than me.”

“No way!”

“Yes way.”

“You have to be kidding me you’re so cool—and and so beautiful I really cannot—since the beginning I haven’t been able to take my eyes off—”

He squeaks when he's dragged closer by the small of his back. Their eyes meet. Natsu sees flashes of every happy moment of his life mirrored in them; His first recital, mom’s naturally loud laugh, the first time he played the guitar. They reach into Natsu’s soul and drag out his joy like the reel of a kite.

“I thought you were an angel,” he chuckles so close, he feels the boy shiver against his cheek. “I still do. Everyone here calls you Angel boy. Score a drink from them with that name sometime. I’m sure they’ll oblige you.”

“Angel? I—” He breathes a giggle, twisting silver strands with his fingers. “If there’s any angel here, it’s you.”

But this is fake, he wants to say. It’s fake, artificial, made of desperation because he never wants to look into the mirror and see his father’s face staring back at him. He won’t be him. He won’t.

“Atsumu,” he says. “My name is Atsumu.”

“Atsumu.” Natsu repeats in his head till it rolls naturally over his tongue. Like Atsu meaning heat and summer and everything bright and cheery.

Natsu purposefully lingers near his ear, to breathe his name in the air, smiling, content.

“ ‘Tsumu. It’s cute,” he hums. “You’re cute.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Definitely.” He chuckles.

Atsumu whispers, low and uneasy. “C-can I ask you something?”

“Mhmm.” At this point, his voice gave him a greater high than the drink he had downed fifteen minutes ago. Or was it an hour? He couldn’t really tell and decided very quickly he didn’t care, anyway.

“Why don’t you.. come to school?”

Natsu’s eyes open a crack to glimpse at the boy who trembles softly under him, as if he were admitting to a crime.

“I—” he continues in alarm, “I swear I’m not a stalker I just—Oh my god please don’t misunderstand me—”

“Calm down.” Natsu shushes, smiling apologetically at the few people around him that had been torn out of their aggressive make-out session as if they weren’t the ones that needed a room. God, if he sees another dick hanging out, he’ll have to bust out the chainsaw in the basement and go wild.

“So,” he leads them to a quieter corner with very few people and lesser eyes their way. “School,” he waves a hand dismissively, “It’s boring. Lots of people. Annoying questions. You know the drill.”

“Right,” he gulps. “Right so, I’m uhh—in your class I don’t think you noticed and I’m from an instrument club and someone asked us a question. Something about erotic sounds—wait that sounds bad—not erotic erotic but.…Ah, I’m bad at explaining.”

Natsu doesn’t keep back the dreamy giggle that leaves him, swaying lightly to the music. He’s exactly as he imagined—hell, even his name was spot on—all warm and giggly and fluttery.

“I’m still listening,” Natsu smiles. “Go on.”

Atsumu scrunches his nose and continues. “So one of my club seniors—he comes of a little rough but he’s really nice—went to one of my other seniors house who I think he really likes, and her mother told him it’s—I’m sorry am I too confusing?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Okay, so basically, her mother says it’s the pause in between his words and actions. The space that is just…there. And so I was writing about it—because I write everything—and Oka-kun saw my book.”

Natsu scowls. “Oka is annoying like that.”

The boy giggles this time. “Funny. He said you’d say that.”

“It’d be nice if he attempted to change it, then.”

“And so he told me you play music, where you work and that maybe you could do something good for once—I didn’t say that he did—So…” He moves his hand vaguely around them. “Here I am.”

Natsu hums against his head, bringing him to a slower pace as the song changes.

“I’ll have to thank him for that.”

“You’re not..angry?” He says through furrowed brows. “Oka-kun said you would be if you found out.”

He’s certain if Oka showed up here uninvited, Natsu would promptly kick him out. Because Oka is annoying. Atsumu however….

“So? Did you get your answer?” He asks instead.

The smaller boy makes a face, pulling all his features in to make his button nose stand out more than it already does and pout.

Natsu laughs. He’s been doing a lot of that today. Laughing.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Don’t get me wrong! Your performances are splendid and I really can’t get enough of them but the answer…I still haven’t reached a conclusion.”

Natsu plays with the fingers in his hand, shuffling to let them sink into the gap between his. Atsumu stares and responds by shyly tucking his fingers in.

“Want me to help you?” He whispers, tapping the side of Atsumu’s waist with his other hand.

“Can you?” He whispers back.

Can he? Yes. Should he? Probably not.

But what use is logic anyway, when a boy the embodiment of a sunny summer day amid a bitter winter stood enclosed in his arms?

Yeah. To hell with logic.

Natsu sways his hips, raking his free hand through Atsumu’s hair. He releases a pleased sigh when the tiny fingers between his tighten as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality, which was good. Natsu felt the same, like his sanity was slowly slipping through open fingers.

“Spaces…exist everywhere. In words, in voices, in time…” He draws their joined hands to his mouth, dragging wet lips over porcelain skin. Atsumu shudders, breathing in sharp, shallow exhales.

“These hands..there’s a space in between them too if you look carefully. We’re so close,” fingers tighten around his shirt. “But still never close enough.

He runs a palm down the boy’s face that angles and angles till plush, red lips are within kissing distance. They part and blow warm clouds of air that taste mint and chocolate in his mouth. Natsu smiles. “Space is where there is distance. Space is where there is intimacy. Space is where there is friction. And this exciting gap that keeps us wanting to be closer till not even an atom could squeeze in—” he leans in closer, “—is erotic.”

He backs away while he has the physical capacity to do so, before the alcohol overrides every decision in his head and they end up a tangled mess of limbs in some random hotel room, but Atsumu having none of it.

He pulls Natsu to himself, clutching the pleats of his shirt and tugging him down to his lips. Teeth knock loudly against each other and Natsu hisses lightly, parting to lick the tingle in the tip of his incisor away.

“S-sorry!” Atsumu covers his embarrassment behind shaky hands. Natsu wraps thin fingers under his chin, reeling him in slow and steady and closes the distance. It’s soft, like a snowflake on a tree, virgin snow settling on frozen water and ironically, melts him. It boils and freezes, ignites his soul into a firework of bursting flames. He’s touching, feeling, pulling until every inhale feels like fire in his lungs.

“Closer,” Atsumu murmurs, throwing nimble hands over his shoulder and locking their lips together like puzzle pieces on a gameboard. “Make the space go away.”

It’s chaotic, and it’s magical. Like every star in the galaxy twinkled around them tonight, like every blossoming flower settled wherever Atsumu touched him. He’s drunk on vodka, drunk on happiness, drunk on love.

Closer. Natsu pushes a knee in between his thighs. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.

Closer. The hands in his air pull him in for another searing kiss, pressing for entry, to delve deeper, deeper into themselves. Atsumu nibbles lightly on his lip and Natsu lets him bruise him for tonight. To wreck him, destroy him.

Closer.

They settle for a slower casual rhythm when they part to breathe. He keeps them moving on the floor, smiling against a pair of swollen lips.

“School suddenly sounds much more interesting.” He says.

Atsumu squints incredulously. “We can’t do this at school.”

“No?”

“No!”

Natsu shrugs, pecking the tip of the boy’s nose. “Shame.”

“Then you’ll come?” Atsumu bumps his forehead against Natsu’s. “I’ll really see you tomorrow?”

“If you can walk home straight after tonight, then sure.”

Atsumu gasps and slaps him across the back, blushing as they leave the club, hand in hand, away into the wintery night.

Natsu turns sixteen—a little drunk, a lot happy—but he’s sixteen and he can pinpoint this as the day he falls in love even years later.

And every other birthday is insignificant but so much better, spent at home, in the arms of the boy that saved him in just one night, all those years ago.

Mom only ever asks where he’s going and who he’s moving in with while he packs his bags to leave. She frowns when he answers with the widest smile on his face, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“An Angel.”

Ignore the sloppy writing haha. I'm writing this while travelling back home after a god awful six hour exam.

It felt too plotless to post on my ao3 kdkcd—

If you look at the colouring of Natsu I based it on (go give @sasukeslove all the real love), I imagine the art as the morning after when Oka's annoying Natsu and Atsumu walks in through the door (≧▽≦)

[pillow-anime-talk]

i will love you always.

request: hi! may i request a part 2 for the akashi hcs where the reader went to seirin after junior high? since they’re going out now, akashi became more jealous of reader’s teammates (i.e. izuki, kagami, furi, hell even kuroko) because he’s worried that reader will leave him for someone who,,, idk doesn’t have a bad past with her. thank you!

# tags: headcanon; seirin!au; current (long distance) relationship; manager/nurse!y/n; romance; mild angst/drama; but also fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. seijuurou akashi & seirin team {knb}

part zero {click} & part one {click} & part three {click}

author’s note: seijuurouuuuuu, bby! thank you cute anon for this request!

↘ Akashi trusted you a lot, but the trust couldn’t stop his fear and jealousy for you. The captain of Rakuzan High School basketball team knew that you would never cheat on him, he knew perfectly well that your eyes were on him and only on him, and he knew that you never lied when you two were talking live or on the phone.

↘ However, he didn’t trust the boys who were around you for almost half of the day. Seijuurou knew he could rely on you, but could he rely on the Seirin basketball team who liked you more than they should?

↘ Living on the two ends of Japan and studying in two different schools was hard, it was a sad fact.

↘ For Seijuurou, however, it was even worse seeing notifications on his own phone; these tons of notifications from various social media on which you were tagged. Sometimes it was Izuki’s Instagram, sometimes Furihata and Koganei’s Facebook post, and sometimes even Kagami’s Snapchat. You were clearly having a great time and also a good relationship, with an emphasis on Kuroko who has been your closest friend, for better or worse. You had a lovely friendship with everyone in Seirin; from the beginning and possibly to the end. Not like with Akashi and this one (long lasting) moment at the Junior High and until the match against Seirin High during the Winter Cup competition.

↘ An unpleasant shudder ran through the red-haired man’s spine as he thought about how your own friendship had ended for a moment, all because of those stupid and immature games in ‘Who gets the most points’ or the sick ideals of his father, who, fortunately, some time ago realized many of his mistakes. But still... 

↘ Seijuurou still felt bad about what he did to others, especially you, during his last year at Teikou Junior High.

↘ His mind was obscured by not nice thoughts, so when his phone rang, he didn’t even glance at the colorful screen and who was making the call. He picked up quickly, still feeling the weird weight on his heart.

↘ “Yes?”

↘ “Sei-kun, my baby.” Your warm voice reached to his mind and he immediately shook his head and exhaled under his breath. “Something happened?”

↘ “Why are you asking? I’m fine, love.” He frowned and you sighed loudly.

↘ “You haven’t written back to me for a long time. I was worried. I will ask again; if you are alright, Sei?”

↘ The male teenager smiled slightly, slowly thinking about what to say to you. Truth? Once again, a lie that he’s ‘okay’? Change the topic? Or maybe...

↘ “... Y/N, be honest to me, please. Are you feel okay and safe with me? Am... Am I a good boyfriend for you?” Your beloved one’s shy voice reached to your ear, and you frowned a bit, as if not knowing if you understood the question correctly.

↘ “Of course I am. Silly question.” You laughed lightly. “I don’t understand why you wanted to be sure of this, you know I love you with all my heart.”

↘ “Yes, I know, but... You also have a good relation with your teammates and I was wondering... maybe you would feel better with someone who didn’t behave like me in Junior High School. I don’t want you to get tired or be sad because of someone like me.”

↘ You took a deep breath, clenching your free hand into a fist. “‘With someone like you’? Sei. Don’t kidding to me like that.” You started with a soft voice tone, then added a new card on the laptop screen, quickly going to the train ticket page. “You pissed me off.”

↘ “Huh?”

↘ “You pissed me off. You’re gonna get punished for this stupid thing. And it will be soon. I’m going to you.”

↘ “Wait, what? You don’t have to come here, Y/N.”

↘ “Well, I have to. I have to show you that I love you no matter what happened. Let’s stop thinking about the past and focus on the future, Sei-kun. I love you and my good relations with the Seirin team is still not at the same level which I’m with you. I love you, they are just my friends. And you are my boyfriend, my everything. And I’ll show it to you when I get to see you... Tomorrow is Friday, so I’ll book tickets for 4pm and be in Kyoto at night.”

↘ Akashi swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then smiled softly, feeling that his heart warming up.

↘ “I’ll come for you on the platform. Thank you.”

↘ “Anything for you, baby. I will love you always, so don’t think about that nonsense anymore. Better tell me about your training. I prefer when you are happy and talk about the things you like...”

↘ “I also prefer it when you are happy, love. I’m sorry to upset you. As for my training...”

[urmomsstuntdouble]

some skater au yao + hk ramblings bc @mysticalmusicwhispers wanted to know more about them in the au

- he's 56 years old and has owned his casino for 30 years. He first got into the business of casino ownership because he thought it'd be a good source of passive income, but he didn't realize how much a job owning a casino would actually be and took over as the head executive manager person after about a year of struggling to manage another job plus the casino. He actually likes it more than he thought he would, because while it's a super stressful job and requires him to coordinate a lot of moving parts basically all the time, it does allow him to be in complete control of something, which he likes.

-yao is 56 because i think 5 and 6 look good next to each other

-hong kong is a skateboarder and local insufferable goose, and has a weird not quite father-daughter relationship with yao. she was born in hong kong and adopted by arthur, who’s doing the single dad thing. they lived in london until she was seven, and moved around a bit before settling in las vegas when leona was ten. she has come to realize that this was kind of stupid, but she can’t really do anything about it now. 

-yao and arthur aren’t really friends, but they do know each other from youth and sometimes hang out still

-that’s not actually how yao and leona met though. she and some friends (the gen z squad, which includes taiwan, seychelles, iceland, and macau) were being rascally middle schoolers and trying to see if they could trick anyone into letting them into a club. this was entirely based on macau having been asked one time by one of those people who stands on the street corner registering people to vote if he’d been registered yet. he had not, seeing as he was probably like 12 at the time, but it gave them the foolish confidence they needed to try to sneak into an adult establishment

-yao happened to be there that day when the kids were trying to get in, and he was like okay kids, what are you trying to do rn and they were like wym we’re clearly adults and he was like i know for a fact that you’re not, please leave or i’ll call the cops and that scared them right off

-they were also introduced later by arthur, and leona did get into a bit of trouble for trying to sneak into the casino. it was a whole thing

-leona is one of the youngest skaters in the au. she and seychelles are the only minors that hang about the skate park, and the adults there aren’t fully aware of their ages, so it’s assumed that they’re of a similar age range to everybody else. most of the other skaters are within like. 25-35 age range, and most of them assume that sey and hk are college kids or something, and they don’t correct that misunderstanding. they do tag along on some adult expeditions at times, although that’s mostly just going out into the desert to smoke. occasional gambling though

-leona and yao have run into each other a fair few times since they first met. she likes to hang out in the strip because it makes her feel like she’s an adult and independent, but she can’t hang out by the super famous casinos or hotels, because it’s easier to get into more trouble there, so she mostly hangs out in the moderately-well-to-do area, which is where yao’s casino is located. they also see each other decently often as a result of yao’s not quite friendship with arthur, as they do like to hang out from time to time but are both shut ins. yao owning the casino is actually a great way for them to hang out, because it’s sort of like his second home and it feels casual to him while also being the sort of place where you can go to casually get shitfaced, which is right up arthur’s alley. 

-due to yao and arthur’s whatever they have going on, leona has been able to talk to him a few times. she mostly thinks he’s just another old fart who talks too much about the economy (cursed idea but imagine if yao was one of those bitcoin people) but also has a casino, so that’s mildly cool. she does find herself slightly interested in the fact that he is chinese, because she feels a bit disconnected from that part of herself as a result of having been raised and grown up in the west. 

-leona’s casino hanging-out-at really gets started when she’s about 14. she gets upset because she’s been outed at school (she’s bi). though it’s not really a big deal if arthur finds out, seeing as he’s also bi, it felt like a really big deal for her and something she wasn’t ready for. she decides to run away, but doesn’t really know where to go, cause she doesn’t want to see anyone from school and doesn’t know where any of the adult skaters live, so she winds up at the casino. yao is ready to tell her to fuck off until he sees that she’s upset and his passive aggression towards her gets more passive and less aggressive

-he winds up taking her out to eat, and he tries to get her to talk about what happened but she refuses to engage. yao tries to give her a bunch of life advice instead, and she also refuses to engage (but still pays attention because he has a way of talking that makes him seem like everything he’s saying is some sort of law of the universe). 

-there  exists a bit of a rift between arthur and leona, because he’s really not that great of a dad. he has some other kids, but she’s the only one currently living with him. some are in college, some are adults who’ve moved away, but they rarely ever come home for the holidays or anything like that, and most of them have a strained relationship with him. leona is no exception, and she’s sort of like. god i can’t wait to move out. it makes her feel like she has a bit more say in her own life to hang out at the casino, which yao starts letting her do after he gets more analytical of her relationship with arthur. he feels like she needs a space to be herself, and also that he can provide that for her.

-speaking of, yao really likes to analyze people. that’s not specific to this au, i just think that he can sometimes get really analytical and treat other people like they’re characters in a book? like they’re a puzzle for him to figure out, and he sort of treats leona like that. she isn’t pleased with this at all, but that’s the price of being a minor who wants to hang out in casinos, so. 

-yao is pretty passive regarding leona and arthur’s relationship. he has put himself in the position that if they’re mad at each other, he might have to hear about it from both of them. or, worst case scenario- mediate. and he doesn’t really want to do that (he doesn’t really want to be invested in any of this, but damn it hong kong, you were so entertaining to examine) so he just sort of stands on the sidelines sipping a smoothie while they argue. 

-yao does however come to consider himself a better father figure towards hong kong than arthur. he never tells anyone about this, but he feels like, with all his unsolicited life advice, that he’s doing a good job. leona doesn’t really care, and thinks she could do without it, but he will not stop, so. he also helped her study for the sat, which was nice. 

-the idea of fatherhood is a bit tricky with these three though, because leona doesn’t really feel like she has a dad. she knows she has her biological father, and she has her adopted father, but she doesn’t know who her biological father is and we all know that arthur is bad at being a dad. she doesn’t know if she even wants a dad anymore tbh. one time she gets in an argument with yao and she tells him he’s not her real dad, and he just says, totally calm. you don’t have a dad. and that’s pretty shattering to her 

-even so, leona comes to abuse her casino-going privileges. yao doesn’t like this At All, and has threatened to call the police on her multiple times, but leona also threatens to tell arthur what he’s letting her do, so they keep it to this mutual agreement to not do anything about it. because of that, she sometimes brings in more kids, specifically the gen z squad and the ily trio. this makes her quite popular at school, which gets to her head sometimes

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Italian 101:expressing romantic love and attraction

As promised I'm back with the romantic version of this post :D Link

As usual long post ahead (❁´◡`❁)very long oof

Let's start this journey by defining each role with it's name :)

It can be quite useful to understand a certain type of mentality ! You'll see what I mean right away.

Boyfriend is ragazzo and girlfriend is ragazza and they literally mean boy and girl ahah. Now, it's normal for unmarried native English speaking couples in their late 20s and beyond, to call each other boyfriend/girlfriend. That's really not a thing in Italian. Ragazzo/a are only used by teenagers because it does feel quite infantile to refer to your s/o in such terms in our language 😅 especially if you live together... Ex:{nation x}è il mio ragazzo/la mia ragazza

... Which brings me to: compagno/a. It's the word used by adults to refer to their s/o and it means partner as in life partner and it really doesn't matter whether you're only dating, living under the same roof and/but decided not to marry(but maybe start a family!) it's still the correct terminology! So realistically the Italy Bros would call their s/o their partner, at their current age :) And oh! If you ship them with Vanya it could be a great pun since it also means comrade ahah. Kids of course don't make use of it because a) it indicates a committed relationship as I explained, it would be weird b)it kinda sounds like classmate lol (compagno di classe). Ex:{nationx}è il mio compagno/la mia compagna

Weirdly enough it's not that uncommon to hear a teen say fidanzato/a, which supposedly should only indicate your fiance ahah. As a kid it profoundly amused me to hear fellow 12-year-olds talk about their fidanzati. But it is indeed a common way to call your loved one and I used it myself to talk about my friends' bfs/gfs. As you can imagine it lost such connotation, but I can say that many still feel quite nervous about being called fidanzato/a because they feel like they're about to step on the altar. Ex:{nationx}è il mio fidanzato/la mia fidanzata

Talking about altar... Husband is marito and wife is moglie. On the other hand groom is sposo and bride is sposa. Ex:{nationx}è mio marito/mia moglie. As you can see they don't need an article, *John Mulaney voice* quella è mia moglie! I'm so sorry.

A more yoyo *snort* way to refer to your bf/gf is tipo/a, which literally means dude/dudette ahah. Ex. {Nationx}è il mio tipo/la mia tipa😎.

Onto dialectal versions:) very important tbh, could give that something more to your texts. A common way to call your bf/gf in many northern Italian languages (except my own rjrnh) is moroso/a. It stands for "amoroso", loving and it takes the article according to the language; in most cases it does, in Veneto it doesn't. Ex:{nationx}è il mio moroso/la mia morosa or (in Veneto's case) ho visto mio moroso parlare con mio fratello(I've seen my boyfriend talk to my brother). Would be cute in a social media au like, bio "mio moroso🥺" link to the poor lad's account.

In many southern Italian regions you can find zito/a :) (it's used in Apulia, Sicily and Calabria as far as I know!!) and it pretty much means lad/lass.Ex:{nationx}è il mio zito/la mia zita. I'll assume someone like Mano would use it in a more intimate context.

Common terms of endearment and silly pet names ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

A very common mistake I've encountered in ffs is "mi amore". Italian really doesn't work like Spanish, in our language "mi" isn't a possessive adjective but a particle that indicates the indirect object :3

Ex:Mi piace il gelato.(I like ice cream, Ice cream is liked by me).

Mio is what you're looking for ☺ and it doesn't change according to gender because the adjective takes the word's grammatical gender (amore is masculine). In this case the adjective should be postponed "amore mio", unless in an example like this:

Ex. Sei il mio amore(you're my love).

Tesoro works the same way!! "tesoro mio".

As I mentioned in my platonic love post patata/o is very common and so is It's diminutive patatina/o, but it seems like carotina/o (little carrot) is popular as well (not as much tho! Once again the masculine form is pure invention ahah :)) .

Many use sugary sweet stuff like pucci-pucci which don't really mean anything dbbd we all probably collectively think they sound cute(or irritating, depends who you ask).

One I've seen a couple of times in ffs is caro/a...which indeed means dear in Italian!! But it's not that popular:( mostly because it sounds straight out a 50s commercial. It's used in a ironic way and once again ,with others I've mentioned in the other post ,to address someone who happens to be particularly annoying.

My favourite ones have to be respectively tato/a for Feli and principe for Mano. I truly thought tato/a(tatino/a) were panitalian but my main moots are from the South and they said it's not a thing there,,,? Quite the revelation. It doesn't mean anything, it's just baby talk and it's used for.. Anyone really... Your child, your pet, your bf... Might be a short form for the so popular patato but who knows ahah

Principe truly fucks me up. The idea of Romano calling his bf prince out all of things sends me. And yet it seems like it's quite popular in some parts of the South?? In my friend's @flamaflavio words "I've seen 30 something years old women use it". Oh btw princess is principessa just in case :3

Any kind of cute little animal is game(for example cucciolotto,little puppy or topolino/a little mouse that I've already mentioned). And ah in English there's this thing where you take your s/o name and add bear, in Italian it's orsacchiottino, little teddy bear.

Almost forgotten about it, a bad boy type of character might use dolcezza, sweet thing, or piccolo/a baby.

Let's conclude this post with some sentences o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Sono innamorato/a di te "I'm in love with you"

Mi sono innamorato/a di te "I've fallen in love with you"

Ho una cotta per lui/lei "I've a crush on him/her"

A more sappy one could be "sei la luce dei miei occhi" (you're my eyes' light). It's also said by parents to their children

Ti adoro "I adore you"

Mi piaci "I like you"

Sono pazzo/a di lui/lei "I'm crazy for him/her"

I won't cover compliments but I can tell you how to say someone is hot ahah. You can say:

Che figo/a! (He/she's really hot!)

È davvero bono/a (He/she's really hot)

A funny way is "È proprio gnocco/a". My girl @flamaflavio introduced me to " È un intero piatto di gnocchi " "He/she/they is/are an entire plate of gnocchi" and I've never been the same😭

We also say "è proprio manzo" to talk about a guy ajsjsj. Manzo means beef, so I suppose it's the Italian version of "beefcake". On the same tone of the gnocchi plate a common meme is " Non è solo un manzo è un'intera macelleria " He's not only beef (a steak??)he's an entire butcher's.

In genovese slang(not language mind you, kids language ahhehs) we might jokingly say "Che beccio". A beccio is a very confident (and hot?definitely stylish) guy.

A more crass way can be "Che fregno/a"

Will keep this PG djdj but you can check this link out if you want some funny horny on main expressions ahah link

Aaand we're done!!! Just let me know if you've enjoyed this and what you'll like me to cover in next post 🥰 thanks for reading this