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[littlelamy]

good morning/afternoon/evening!

i just wanted to ask if you could write a rafe fic based on "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo

so basically, reader and rafe are exes (duh) and one day, reader "accidentally" unblocks him. just as she was abt to block him again, a message pops up asking for her to come over hehe. so obviously, she decides to go. but suddenly, its like god was against her going bcs her car wont work, the bus is running late and it even started to rain! but she does arrive at rafes house and basically they get back together again lmao

if you decided to do this, tysm!! i love love love ur writing and i think you are insanely talented. again, tysm and goodbye!

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!🤍🐑

you really shouldn’t be doing this. like, seriously, this is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. but here you are, staring at your phone screen, heart racing because you just “accidentally” unblocked your ex, rafe cameron.

it wasn’t even intentional. okay, maybe a little. you were mindlessly scrolling through instagram when you saw his name on an old dm, and your thumb slipped. you thought about blocking him again right away, but then a message popped up. “come over?”

you stare at the text, feeling your pulse quicken. what the hell are you thinking? you blocked rafe for a reason — or a hundred reasons, actually. he was toxic, arrogant, and he had this way of pulling you in, even when you knew better. and now here he is, luring you back with just two little words.

bad idea, right? you should just stay home, curl up on the couch, and forget this ever happened. but of course, you don’t. instead, you grab your jacket and keys, tossing your phone in your bag like you're trying to outrun your better judgment.

when you get to your car, it won’t start. of course. perfect. as if God is trying to save you from your own stupidity. you slam the steering wheel, muttering a few choice words. fine. no problem. you’ll just take the bus.

but the bus is late. like, really late. you check the time every five minutes, cursing under your breath. why can’t you just forget about rafe? why can’t you stay away from him like a normal person with self-control?

the sky opens up as if God isn’t done with you yet, and it starts to pour. just your luck. you stand there, soaked to the bone, waiting for a bus that feels like it’s never coming. every rational part of you is screaming to turn around and go home, but your feet stay glued to the spot.

eventually, the uber you placed comes, and by the time you arrive at rafe’s house, you’re drenched and shivering. his place looks exactly the same — massive, expensive, and too quiet for comfort. you stand at the door for a second, debating if you should knock or just turn around. but before you can make up your mind, the door swings open.

“look who decided to show up,” rafe says, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid grin of his. he looks annoyingly good, as usual, in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“shut up,” you mutter, stepping inside before you can change your mind. “this was a bad idea.”

“maybe,” he replies, his voice low and teasing. “but you’re here, aren’t you?”

you glare at him, peeling off your wet jacket and dropping it on the floor. he’s standing way too close, and you can feel the tension between you, thick and heavy. the same tension that always pulls you back, no matter how many times you tell yourself you’re done with him.

“why did you text me?” you ask, crossing your arms like that’ll somehow protect you from the mess you’re about to get yourself into.

“because i knew you’d come,” he says simply, stepping closer. “you always do.”

his words hit harder than they should have, because he’s right. you hate that he’s right. you should have stayed home. you should have walked away the moment you saw his message, but now that you’re here, you don’t want to leave.

“maybe i shouldn’t have,” you whisper, even though you both know that’s a lie.

rafe’s eyes darken, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “but you did.”

you hate how easy it is for him to break down your walls, to make you forget why you ever ended things in the first place. his fingers brush your cheek, and you lean into his touch, feeling that familiar pull. it isn’t just lust. it’s something deeper, something dangerous.

before you can stop yourself, you kiss him. hard. like you need him to remind you why this is such a terrible idea, but all he does is kiss you back, pulling you closer until you can feel his heartbeat against yours.

his hands are everywhere—in your hair, on your back, gripping your waist like he never wants to let go. it’s like you haven’t spent months apart, like nothing has changed between you. and in that moment, maybe it hasn’t.

you pull back, breathless, staring up at him with wide eyes. “this is a bad idea, rafe.”

he smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “maybe. but when has that ever stopped us?”

you don’t have an answer, because he’s right. it never has.

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[defmaybe]

Rockland

NewJeans’ Kim Minji x Reader

500 words

See also: I Love You, I'm Sorry

A/N: I know I promised y’all Mistake, but this is what I can write now.

—

I see you every night in my sleep

Anticipating every bad dream

Like falling with a knife you cut deep, you cut deep

You cut deep, you cut deep

—

“HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN, FIVE YEARS?” Minji shouts, battling the booming bass of the bar.

And you have to do the same to not get drowned out in the wave. “YEAH, FIVE YEARS.”

The sound doesn’t come out as well as you’ve wished. It stuck in your throat like a fur ball.

But she catches it anyway.

She lets out a smile; you remember it, of course: every contour of her face, every muscle used, and the small giggle she always lets out when doing it. It’s all the same.

“Let’s talk outside,” she mouths.

—

“How have you been?” The techno music is completely absent on this side of the bar, letting you and Minji talk in peace. You can see the vanilla sky through the small window on the outside, light shines through it.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. How are you?” You turn back your blurry vision onto her, still adjusting to the light.

You aren’t fine, really, but you can’t have her know that.

“I–” Her eyebrows furrow, as if to contemplate her next words. It’s enough to let you know. “I’m fine.”

The left hand shuffling in her hairs and the black hue under her eyes further support the case.

You let out a smile, a faint one. “Good to know.”

“How’s love life?” she continues. She has this look that you can’t quite make up, but you know that it’s determined to pry an answer out of you.

“I’m–” You can’t seem to find the answer inside your head, at all. It’s all blank, somehow. “I don’t know, really.”

“That’s fine.” She laughs, before her friends call her out from afar. “I think I should get going.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, and I unblocked you like–a year ago? I think you still blocked me then, didn’t bother to check after that.” You aren’t thrilled to be the one to let go before her, really. Too much of a sore winner to relent first, but letting it gnaw you from the inside isn't any of a better thing to do either.

“A year ago?”

“Yeah,” you answer.

“Before or after your birthday?”

You’re taken aback by it a little, just a little. Can she really still remember your birthday?

“Before, it’s on your birthday, I think?”

“That’s why, that’s why.” She laughs. “I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you, too. You’re better at this than me,” she says, smiling. But you catch something in her eyes, it’s definitely there—the sadness.

“You know, I’m–” She averts your eyes, finding comfort in the vanilla sky. “I’m sorry.”

“No, Minji. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

She resigns, “Truce?”

“Truce.”

—

As you walk back home, a notification on your phone pops up.

kimminjeans started following you

You smile, knowing that it’s all over, a new relationship can blossom under this vanilla sky.

And you open your eyes.

—

I see you every night in my sleep

Anticipating every bad dream

Like falling with a knife you cut deep, you cut deep

You cut deep, you cut deep

[daengtokki]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

rating: fluff -`♡´- (contains some very light smut and teasing)

Post-first pitch Seungmin. I was going to get into heavier smut, but it just didn't seem necessary. Just wanted to write cute whiny Minnie and try to unblock my brain.

Thank you for the reblogs! 🤍🤍🤍

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Seungmin can’t sleep. He’s buzzing with adrenaline and leftover excitement —the afterglow of his trip to throw a first pitch at a major league baseball game. It’s happened and it’s done, and he still can’t believe he threw the ball right down the middle. No dirt, no accidental curve, no slip up on the mound.

He talked about it all night, and you listened happily until both of you finally dozed off.

“Hey…hey you up?” He turns over in bed and gently pokes your side, the spot he knows is ticklish.

But you don’t stir, so he whines a little. “I can’t sleeeeep.”

You grumble and roll onto your back. “Huh…what’s wrong pup? It’s so early.”

“I can’t get back to sleep”

“Do you want some coffee? Are you hungry?” You pick up your phone and look at the time, then to the window to see some faint morning light starting to show in the sky.

“No, I wanna pitch some more,” now he flips onto his back, shaking the bed, and mimics a throw toward the ceiling.

“Mmm yeah, you did a great job. I thought you had a headache.”

“I feel better. Will you be my catcher?”

Your eyes pop open and stare at him. The grin on his face is undeniable—cute, sincere, so eager. There is no such thing as saying no to Kim Seungmin when he gives you those eyes. But…

“I would love to be your catcher…but there’s nowhere to do it. We can’t do it in the apartment unless we wanna break something. And I think it’s raining.”

“No, it stopped! Let’s go out, just for a few minutes…just a few throws.”

“Okay, give me a minute to finish waking up”

“I’ll make coffee when we come back in”

—

It’s nice outside. Not warm, but not too chilly. The smell of rain is still in the air, and it feels like more is coming. Best of all, it’s quiet and empty—it doesn’t feel like there are any prying eyes. You watch as he flexes his gloved hand open and closed, tosses the ball (not the one he threw hours ago, but an older, more loved one) into the air and back into his bare palm.

“Are you ready?” He peeks back at you from his pretend pitchers mound and smiles.

“Yes. Don’t do a splitter, I’ll miss it.”

“No splitters.” He readies himself and winds up, and it happens so fast you’re surprised you have time to react. It’s way too early for this.

“Oh, good catch! I taught you well.” He holds up his glove and waits for your return throw.

The sun is mostly up, but it’s so overcast it might as well be twilight. Still, you can see Seungmin’s big smile glowing at you from this distance. He hops on the balls of his feet a few times while he waits for you to get ready.

“How does your shoulder feel from all the practice yesterday?”

“Not bad,” he throws you another, slightly harder pitch, but you catch it. “Throw me a good one.”

Seungmin catches your attempt at a ‘good one’, but he has to jump forward a few steps to get there. “I’m still stiff from sleeping, I guess.” He rolls his shoulder and shakes his arm a few times.

“You’re what?” You giggle and stick your tongue out, "you’re stiff? That sounds nice..."

“Dirty mind,” he smiles at you and licks his lips, and now your eyes drop and watch his sweatpants as he takes a few more steps toward you. "Come on."

“Come? What do you want me to come on?”

The look he gives you is a bad attempt at being annoyed. His giggle floats all the way over to you with his pitch, and the throw this time is soft…a little high. When you look back up from your glove he’s already splitting the space between you in two, grinning stupidly, biting his lip.

“We’re done already?”

He grabs your hand without a word and pulls toward the entrance… "we could just do it out here, ya know" …into the elevator, still silent as it slowly rises up and up to your floor. Your hand is squeezed tight in his warm grip, and he swings it a few times as the doors finally slide open.

It doesn’t take much to see he’s been on an adrenaline high for hours, even as he tried to sleep, and it was no fun not being able to go with him on his little trip—you felt lonely all day. But he’s home now, and he’s all yours again. And he’s definitely wide awake. Now you are, too. No coffee needed.

Still he doesn’t say anything, but he’s humming happily to himself.

“Minnie?”

“Yes love?”

The door closes behind him, and he’s all over you. Lips kissing and teeth biting, hands pulling at your sweatshirt, trying desperately to get it off. You pull away and do it for him, and you feel his hand run up your sides, under your shirt. It’s off and on the floor. His eyes move down your body, and slowly back up to your face. You know what he’s waiting for—Seungmin likes it when you undress him. He prefers it, actually.

Now you can see what’s going on in his pants, he can’t hide that. Before you go for his shirt, your hand slides down his front for a feel. Seungmin is ready to go, now, and you’re surprised he’s being so patient. You grab the hem of his shirt and lift, revealing his heaving chest and shoulders, and as you run your eyes over his neck and collarbone, he pulls his arms back and stretches.

A moment later you’re up and clinging to him, fingers clawing into his back. Then you’re on the kitchen table, legs wrapped around his hips. His dick, still tucked away in his sweats, pokes into you as he kisses your chest and neck, squeezes playfully at your thighs. It’s more forward of him than you’re used to.

“You are not fucking me on this kitchen table, Seungmin”

“Aw, whyyy?” He pulls you against him and stares hard, “please?” The puppy eyes again. Cute and sincere and so, so eager.

“The couch is right there”

“But you’re already on the table”

The warmth of his hand is on you, down your stomach, underneath your clothes, fingers teasing.

“Yeah, yeah I am…”

“Lay down,” he whispers.

“Ooh, you’re cute pup”

“Please”

You shake your head, “gonna have to make me.”

Seungmin swallows hard, and you watch as his eyes trace along your neck, and your chest. He rarely makes you do anything; he’s usually the one being made to do things, and he likes it that way.

“Make me…pleeaase?”

“Please?” He grips your thighs and pulls until you’re snug against him, cock pushing right where you need it to. “Uh…make you…hmm,” he starts, and you think he might do something, but he hesitates.

“Look at me”

His arms wrap around your waist and squeeze, and he looks. Eyes big and dark, cheeks blushed. Seungmin is too soft for this. He whines and throws his head back.

“C’mon big boy, make me”

“But…” Seungmin laughs, kisses your throat.

“What do you think about when you’re all riled up and horny and I’m not there to fix it?”

The sound of his breaths and needy whimpers is driving you crazy. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going like this—all you have to do is stop teasing and take over—get him to the couch, fuck him until he begs you to make him come.

“You…taking care of me.” He says it so softly, so sweetly. “Making me feel good.”

It sends a shiver up your back and down your arms. "I wanna make you feel good.” Once again, denying him is useless. Seungmin is your prince; your sweet little pup. You will take care of him and give him what he needs, whether that means waking up at dawn…or this.

“Pick me up”

He grabs your hips and holds you close to him, but his eyes linger for one more long moment.

“Pick me up…and take me to bed”

[gyusimp]

I’d like to request Gyutaro and fem reader having a disagreement so they play a game doing the 69 position and whoever cums first wins

°•Competing with Gyutaro (Nsfw)•°

Thanks for this request, hope u like it, it's a little short but it unblocked me and I had a lot of fun!

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW| Smut | 69 | Minors PLS DNI!! | Modern AU

Today was Sunday afternoon, outside the sky was covered in clouds and it seemed like it could rain at any moment, you and your boyfriend were alone in your apartment so since both of you felt brave enough to cook dinner or something so you simply decided to suggest watching a movie or a series together, to which Gyutaro gladly agreed. You two went to your room and got on the bed to turn on the television and enter one of the series platforms.

Gyutaro took the remote control and, together with you, navigated through the entire repertoire of series and movies. It was quite an extensive catalogue, from comedy and horror to romance, action and documentaries. A few days ago you saw a summary of a romantic comedy on social media so you suggested that movie to watch together while Gyutaro suggested an action trilogy, bloody and exciting. You didn't dislike these types of movies, but you didn't feel like watching them at this exact moment, your eye was on that romantic comedy and you wanted to give it a chance.

"I'm not gonna watch that thing, I'll end up asleep within the first 15 minutes." Gyutaro told you, with reluctance in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to hear gunshots every 5 seconds and see guys running on roofs either, not now at least."

The two of you continued debating on which movie to watch, it was taking you longer to look for one than it did to watch a movie, it would even be close to dusk. Neither of you two got a second choice to propose, so the only two candidates were the films you had chosen from the beginning.

"Well, we have no choice..." You said, placing one of your hands behind your back, looking at your boyfriend squarely. "Rock, paper..."

"Wait a second." Gyutaro said, to which you listened to what he had to say. "What if we better play another game to decide?" His smile was unpredictable, bold and malicious.

"Sure, that's what I was about to do."

"No, not that kid shit. How about we do this: let's do a quicky 69, and whoever cums first will be the winner."

His idea surprised you, you were not horny at the moment and Gyutaro was usually very easy to get aroused so both things were a disadvantage for you at the moment, you thought about the game for a few minutes while planning how to obtain a sure victory so you ended up accessing.

"Ok, I accept!"

Gyutaro began to take off his clothes just like you, you undressed easier since you were only wearing a bra, panties and a long, loose t-shirt, you got rid of all your clothes until you were completely naked just like him. Gyutaro laid down on your bed and then patted his lap for you to climb on top of him.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey." He invited you, his voice deep and provocative.

You straddled Gyutaro, placing one leg on either side of him but with your back to him, you positioned yourself so that his wet cock was in front of your face, your breasts were crushed on his abdomen and you could sit almost on his face. Gyutaro's view was perfect, he could admire on his face your thighs hugging his sides, your butt on his chest and your small pussy half open in front of him, making him spank you on impulse, making you moan. The idea of this game was to make your opponent feel the slightest pleasure to prevent him from cum but still make a little effort since it was against the rules to stay completely still.

"Ok, go ahead doll. Start sucking" Gyutaro said.

Chills passed through your entire spine when after hearing him speak, you felt a wet and hot sensation on your slit making you moan, it was Gyutaro's tongue running through your folds, sliding between your lips. You couldn't stand by and do nothing or Gyutaro would automatically win, so you turned your gaze forward and found his cock in front of you. You took it between your fingers and began tracing small lines with your tongue over his slit at the tip, causing Gyutaro to move his hips as he sucked on your pussy and thighs. You had to do whatever it took on their own to cum as soon as possible, so you settled yourself better on top of Gyutaro and spread your legs wider, opening your cunt better so that Gyutaro's tongue had better access. You began to move your hips on top of him, slow, circular movements to make your clit slide out of your folds and rub against Gyutaro's mouth as you slid your hand down his length again and again. You could feel your core wet and throbbing just like Gyutaro's cock in your hand. You decided it was time to take him out of your mouth and instead began sucking on his balls and leaving wet kisses along his length and both thighs. Gyutaro's moans told you that you were doing an excellent job, even if he didn't tell you in words. You continued to move your hips on top of him, wanting your orgasm badly but you didn't feel wet enough yet. You saw Gyutaro's tip in your hand, dripping with precum so your instinct led you to immediately lick it before he noticed, you looked at his face again but he was drunk enough with lust between your legs to notice that his liquid was appearing. Gyutaro took his tongue out of your hole and decided to thrust one of his fingers in, making you arch your back along with a loud moan.

Wet sounds could be heard every time he arched his finger inside you, stretching you and you sucking on it to clench around him. You wanted to keep your moans hidden as much as possible so as not to let him see how good he was making you feel and suddenly stop so you took his length in your hands again and took it almost completely into your mouth to start sucking him while you accelerated the movement in your hips. You felt on your lips how Gyutaro contracted and his moans became louder which meant that he could cum at any moment so your hips went faster and faster making his finger start to get wetter inside you. You felt a couple of gags in your throat and your mouth became wet, drooling down the sides tasting Gyutaro's precum giving you the idea that he would be the winner until due to your rough movements on his face and your clit rubbing against him, you had to take it out of your mouth to scream with pleasure and feel how all the discharge of your orgasm came out of your body and seconds later that of Gyutaro. Gyutaro approached you and took care of separating your lips with his fingers and eating you whole until the last drop, leaving you with a slippery, wet and hot sensation between your pussy and your legs, sliding down to your butt. Now you were the winner.

"Well...we'll see what I want, okay?" You said, feeling victorious.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Gojo Satoru - "–And He's Going Down Like The Titanic"

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In which a year and a half after the loss of your memories, you feel something calling you back to the place where it all began. Or; In which after a year and a half of searching, Gojo Satoru finally finds the curse that stole away your memories but yet again you're nearly already in its clutches.

Part 1 "Eyes Blue Like The Atlantic"

                                                                                                   

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How strange; you could've sworn that the door was closed just a moment ago. Ah, but what were you doing a moment ago anyhow? Actually, where are you right now? You can't seem to recognize this place at all, but this bed sure is stiff. Why's it got bars on it though? 

Your legs feel stiff. Your body feels heavy. Your mind is all foggy. Your chest is burning again. 

Ah? Again? Was it doing that before? Ah, but it hurts now anyway. You pull at the neck of your hospital gown; it comes loose and you pull it down to see your chest. There's a weirdly shaped, but massive bruise there; it kind of looks like something is moving under your skin there. Oh, wait, a hospital gown? Are you in a hospital? What for?

You turn your eyes to the window; the sky is so blue today. You can feel a wobbly smile creep onto your lips, you can't understand. The color blue. It makes you happy somehow; like it's familiar, but whatever it was that it would have reminded you of has long disintegrated from your memory. For some reason that makes you cry.

Tears bead onto your lower lashes and dribble down your cheeks. So here you sit, staring out the window at the beautiful, clear blue sky as you silently cry for a reason completely unknown to you. 

Just what the hell happened to you? 

Why are you even here? 

Who are you?

“Mx. [Surname] are you alright!? Are you in any pain!? Here, let me help you put your gown back on. Just relax; I'll have someone bring you something to eat, okay?”  

A sudden distorted voice breaches your consciousness, but you don't turn your eyes away from the window. You can't bring yourself to do it; almost like if you did, you'd be betraying someone dear to you. Just looking out the window isn't enough anymore. You want to go outside. You have to; something– something is calling to you out there.

“...I want to go… outside.”  

You mumble quietly to yourself, voice scratchy from underuse, as you shakily sit up in your hospital bed; your hair, now a whole foot longer, falls over your shoulders as you move. 

The voice is gone. The person who spoke isn't there either. Wait? When did that happen? No! No. You have to go outside. You have to see more blue. More; more blue will help you remember everything you seem to be forgetting. Even if you can't remember what you forgot– Even if you forget why you went outside in the first place– you have to go.

Slipping the sheets off your heavy legs, you off the unblocked side of the bed and fall onto the floor; legs temporarily too weak to hold you up. But, somehow you're able to bring yourself to your feet and stumble out the door of your hospital room. You turn and look at the name placard next to the doorway; ‘[Surname] [Name]’, was that the name of the person occupying this room? Even if the room is empty now, it's better to be quiet out of respect for them.

Looking around the hallway, you notice a bright blue door at the end of it. That must be the way outside. You stumble down the hall, each step bringing you closer to the door. Behind you, you can hear the sound of doors creaking open, but you ignore the sound and keep going. Your hands are out in front of you as you press on the push bar and the door gives way; opening to release you into the outside world.

A loud noise rips through the air; a shrill alarm. But you're already long gone. Your walk turns into a jog, then into a run as you continue down the street; your hair whips around in the wind as you move forward. You have no idea where you're going, but you just keep running; you have to keep running, you have to remember.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE!?”  

The snow-white-haired man snarls as he slams his hands on the receptionist's desk; the blindfold over his eyes doing nothing to hide his fury.

The seated woman finches as she clutches the corded phone receiver in her hand. Trembling, she puts the receiver back into the dock; sweat collects on her brow as she tries to think of a way to explain the situation to him without major consequences. What the hell is she even supposed to say? ‘Sorry, your lover usually acts like a vegetable, so we decided to direct our staff to more important things and people?’ No. She's fucked; they all are.

“M‐Mr. Gojo! W‐well, there wasn't much security there s‐since they've been very complacent for the p-past year and a half! Y‐you have to understand– we didn't know they would— Gh!”

The blonde woman stutters out before she's snatched up by the front of her blouse; being lifted off the ground and pulled level to the man's concealed eyes.

“Are you saying… that no one was watching them? They don't even remember who they are… and no oNE WAS WATCHING THEM!?”

Satoru growls; the rage he's just barely keeping at bay begins to leak out in the form of his cursed energy, causing the sterile tile floor beneath him to crack and splinter.

The woman whimpers; clenching her eyes shut and turning her head away from him in fear. But then, she was on her feet again and the ferally angry man before her was now deadly calm. The stare that the special-grade sorcerer drilled into her gave her a good idea of what would happen if the man's lover ended up with even a hair out of place.

Even as he turned and walked out of the entrance doors, she knew. 

If they were hurt… everyone was going to die.

You don't know where you are, but the sand beneath your feet tells you that you're near a beach. The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore permeates your ears as you near the sound. Your legs are aching and pleading with you to stop, but you continue to push forward; bare feet sinking into the sand with every step you take. And just past some trees, you stumble upon what you think you've been searching for. The deep blue ocean water on the horizon and what seems like miles and miles of sand.

You're so close; just a little bit closer. You're almost there.

The hair stands up on the back of your neck as you near the shore. Someone is here with you but no matter where you look, you can't see them. Somehow though, that person is pulling you closer, drawing you in with the unspoken promise of returning you to the person you once were. 

You can see the large divots in the sand that would be made by feet, just at the border of where the sand ends and the water starts. They're much larger than you thought human feet would be, but you can't trust your thoughts anymore if you can barely even think. You didn't even realize that you had stopped moving and were just staring at the footprints on the shoreline. They make you feel nauseous somehow, yet it also feels like someone is standing there, beckoning you forward.

Just as you are about to take another step closer, a hoarse voice shouts.

“[Name] Stop! Don't move any further!”  

You look over your shoulder, and there stands a man with white hair. His eyes are obscured by a blindfold and he's wearing a strange black outfit.

Who was he talking to? Was it you? 

You look around the uninhibited beach, yet there's no one here besides you, the strange blindfolded man, and the footsteps in the wet sand. So who was he talking to?

[Name]? Is that their name? 

You look back at the footsteps. They haven't moved at all; the only thing that's changed is that they've dug deeper into the sand. It was almost like whatever was making them was braving themselves to leap forward… strange. Your gut is telling you to listen to the stranger and run away, but your chest, your heart, is tugging you forward almost violently. 

Just as you're about to give in to the tugging at your chest, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. A hand rests atop your head and pushes the side of your face into a warm but sturdy chest. 

This– this feels familiar somehow.

You lift your head to try and look back at the footprints, but the hand on your head holds you firmly in place. You can feel a sudden gust of wind violently blow through your long hair.

You've… felt this before… but, from where?

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you try and comb through your fragmented consciousness to find even a sliver of a memory. You search and search and search. 

It's just a whisper, but… you found it.

“Don't worry [Name], just hold onto me. I'll take care of it, I'm the strongest after all!”  

“Here [Name], it's Kikufuku, I picked some up for you while I had free time at work! Open wide!”  

“Can you believe my students don't believe that I have a spouse? I showed them a picture of you and they said that you were too good for me!”  

“Hey [Name], have I ever told you how much I love you?”  

“Shit– Hold on [Name]! Don't let go! [NAME]!!”  

This man… You know this man.

You look up at the man's face, now rid of the blindfold that covered his eyes and you meet with that color again. BLUE. A beautiful vibrant blue that reminded you of an overcast sky in the afternoon. Those beautiful blue eyes were staring forward, you could see the rage swirling behind them like the waves in a storm at sea.

Sand and water are kicked from the ground in the commotion behind you. You don't dare to look back; obediently digging your face into the man's chest. He made you feel safe. You knew this man and he was protecting you from something you couldn't see…

But what was his name?

His name…

He's— his name is–

“S‐satoru…?”

You whispered quietly, unsure of yourself.

That name sounds right. This man– Satoru; he knew you, he was keeping you from harm. Does that mean that he was talking to you earlier? 

[Name]... that's your name.

He was calling to you like he did on the yacht. The yacht? Yes. That's right, the shipwreck. He was there with you when the ship went down, he held you just like this didn't he?

Satoru…

You remember now.

🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊•♡•🌊

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

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[videogamerkm]

Sky Tracker

Hi, do you play Sky Children of the Light? Do you have ADHD brain and/or need something to help track things? I made an app.

I was trying to post it in the Sky server but something in the message got blocked by the auto mod so I guess skyblr gets it first since I'm still waiting on a mod's help getting it unblocked.

Anyway! I made a lightweight tracking app for Sky in Godot and have been developing it over the last couple months. Current features include:

Spirit search and file management

A planning tab to track smaller goals

Stats aggregation for all the data you enter

Tracking for regular and seasonal spirits, as well as events

Winged light tracking

Shard info

Sound interesting and/or useful? You can download it here, or check out the github repo and read more about it here.

NOTE: I don't have the money to sign this app with a proper certificate so Windows SmartScreen is going to complain about it. Apologies but it's something I can't control or fix unless someone wants to donate ~$500 to me per year.

Anyway! Thanks for checking it out if you do, please feel free to message me here, on github, in the notes, wherever with whatever you want to say, especially if it's a suggestion, comment, or bug.

[sugar-plum-writer]

A God Has Descended to Earth

Paring: Gojo Satrou x fem!reader Tags: God complex, one-shot, what happens when a god like existence on Earth makes you wonder? if all the gods you knew were fake A/n: I just wrote this after being inspired from Lana's - "Salvatore", I have listened to it many times but this version of it being in a cathedral unblocked my writers block. The echo, the reverberation, and blue cathedral inspired me to write some lines and it evolved to this lol~ I hope you guys like it! pls leave a comment for any feedback if you like it!

Throughout the lands and the sky above, beyond the glistening stars the breeze itself seemed to freeze to not disturb his walk. Black, white and blue sky, a gold painted sun cathedral with echo's of power resonating through each crevice swirling like the depth of oceans, and storming like a titanic on the clouds

Stepping down he looked like a God

using the sky itself as a staircase he stepped down, elegantly- playfully smirking, he needed no cathedral, he needed no church or temple, why? The sky was his, the sky was the cathedral, the only place high enough for a man like him to look down on the world and be worshiped.

No throne was worthy enough for him, none dared to bear his weight, no gold or diamonds needed to show his wealth, Afterall, which diamonds could ever compare to the azure blue painting his eyes reflecting the sun and the ocean in it's wake.

The sky was his, it exists because he exists, with just a drop of his power thousands could be ripped till bones and daggers cannot be forged. Having the strength to take the Earth from the back of Atlas and bear it on his mere hands; spinning it like a child spinning the globe. As if it was the most weightless object in the world.

How did such a man exist- was beyond you, having heard about him through many people, calling him annoying, cocky, over-confident, but one thing the whole world agreed on- he was the strongest. You laughed it off as you heard many things related to him, so many stories a 1000 nights couldn't match up, wondering if you could meet this man known as the strongest yourself

Until, you saw him, the man himself walking down from the sky

Sharp cuts on your body stung dripping with blood, making you beg your nerves to stop feeling this piercing pain. If it stopped you could focus more, hot blood drenched a side of your face, blurring your vision hazy, it smelled like iron and tasted disgusting on your throat making you want to vomit

Seeing him made your breath stop, world stop, the chaos fell silent and deaf to your ears- looking at him breathless as he walked towards you not even realizing the curse you were fighting was still alive

With a light grin he raised his hand

"Red"

Such a simple word, just 1 syllable

Obliterated half of the area you were standing flat, grimy blood of the curse splattered on the wall behind you- with a crater big enough to hold an elephant, but rather than horror it looked like a painting- a painting of raw power

Is this what ultimate power looks like?

The curse you struggled to fight against, gasping for breath in every killing blow, small cuts graced your body making your skin be basked in crimson, nearly dying fighting this curse and for him it was just

One Syllable

You stared at him, stunned to speak, he did not avert your gaze rather kept looking in your eyes, the azure eyes melting into your own- evoking the feeling of your soul being consumed by him

Gently raising his hand- he brushed your hair aside- though his hands got covered in your blood he paid no mind

"My My~ that's quite an expression you've got their my dear"

leaning in his lips close to yours- inches apart- gaze unwavering looking into your heart

"A-Are you a God?"

You do not know why such words came from your mouth, they just did, as if wanting to know, if the god you have been worshipping your whole life was fake

"Am I?"

He chuckled

"If I am, will you go down on your knees and worship me? will my name be the only prayer on your lips? Answer me dear? Will you?"

With a light smile he said the words as if they are weightless- even a god declaring his words would make himself look mighty, is he above a God?

"If so"

"Kneel"

Link to my Masterlist in case you want to read other works of mine

[moonshynecybin]

Your takes on Marc always feel so accurate so I’d like to hear more of what you think in reference to that ask

i thinkkkkk this ask was about the pre argentina post sepang period where marc is like. attempting to mend his relationship to valentino by pure force of will and also being very sweet but vale is a lil reticent if sometimes polite... estranged but still hanging on to that lethal chemistry. death would be kinder if your name is marc marquez. but im going to take a HARD turn into omegaverse land here so sorry to god and his motorcycle racers

SO i think marc obviously like. doesnt really want to believe its over. hes soooo in love here (and as a canonical late bloomer i dont think hes EVER had a heat without vale?? and he is discovering that he is in fact quite bad at dealing with them by himself?) and i really do think that, as hurt as he was by the sepang fallout, he really thinks vale will get over it with time ! and that eventually theyll be able to be as close as they were previously! as soon as he unblocks me the wedding is back on ! truly cannot imagine doing a heat with anyone else he feels literally cold down to his bones thinking about it. and its not even just the dynamic stuff... he misses the grabby hands on cooldown laps and the hugs in parc ferme and the way vale used to put his long fingers in marc's hair to put him where he wants him when they were fucking and the soft skin of his neck and how when vale would touch him everything in marc's brain could just go quiet. truly he feels it in his TEETH like the longing is LETHAL the longing is PHYSICAL the longing has marc IGNORING HIS BODY'S BASIC NEEDS and refusing to go out and find someone to spend a heat with that would actual resolve the hormonal part of his biology reaching for vale (and break that mf bond). so the heat never quite fully resolves! and he feels antsy and feverish and smells literally crazy for weeks at a time. every alpha in the paddock bristling when the wind changes direction... vale staring at the sky with his nails digging into his palms

so marc's already shaky self control is pushed to the limit by his body's insane hormonal situation (motogp doctor is like. technically he can ride !) and so for a few years he decides to kind of. wage this tentative little campaign to see if he can get vale to smile at him or literally touch him at all and relieve a little of the tension swimming around in his body. ANY relief. so he says hi to him every day. goes up to him in parc ferme. small little touches on the podium. just making vale smell like him a little bit. hind brain rejecting the reality where they havent really touched skin on skin in months. waiting for vale to take off his glove before he shakes his hand. BUT because this is omegaverse and i love DRAMA, what marc doesnt realize is that he is sort of. fortifying the beginning stages of a bond that they had started to form when they were fucking. a bond that WOULD have just died if he left it alone or found someone else, but he canttttt because hes oblivious and in love... AND THEN he gets another heat, and its SO much worse... like the effects are compounding, and he can barely see straight and he's feverish and shaking with big eye bags all pale and sad... and eventually alex notices and pulls the plug. says you will NOT get on a bike like this and marc gets permission to stop and basically COLLAPSES

but meanwhile vale is being driven INSANE this entire time because the bond wont DIE but its also not COMPLETED, and marc keeps TOUCHING HIMMMM and smelling insaneeee like hes in heat literally constantly and vale doesnt know what the ISSUE is.... and hes caught up in soooo much resentment but theres literally a base part of his body that cannot physically ignore marc whatsoever. so its an escalating arms race of horny frustration until marc suddenly pulls out of the race one weekend (the official line is for "dynamic reasons" which vale stares at for full minute wondering. is anyone taking care of marc like he would. caught between wanting him to be okay and feeling SICK thinking about another alpha helping him through any of it...) and then theres a knock at his motorhome door. and its alex marquez, looking tired and a little nervous. and he just says. i need your help. its marc.

[gx-gameon]

More about Jaden growing up with Yugi and the DM crew

He doesn’t have favorites in his family but he has different relationships with each of them.

Yugi

is his Dad and his hero.

The king of game!

The one who saved him from the orphanage.

He’s also super kind and teaches Jaden how to take care of himself and his friends.

Seto

is his Oto-san.

He’s more strict, way more strict than Dad. But he obviously cares for Jaden.

He’s so protective and isn’t great at showing his emotions.

But he loves hard and deep. He’d rip the moon from the sky if Jaden, Yugi, or Mokuba asked.

Jaden likes superhero’s? And he really loves the Elemental hero cards? But theirs only four of them, and they’re super weak? That won’t do. He reaches out to Pegasus about making more hero cards.

At first he tries to make them a private collection just for Jaden but Yugi finds out and scolds him. He can’t give Jaden his own archetype! (Especially when Jaden already made his own) so the cards are realeased to the public. But you best believe Seto got three copies of every Hero card for his son.

The Destiny hero’s infuriate him. “How come that kid (Aster Phoenix) gets his own private set of hero’s but our son can’t, Yugi?”

In actually he feels a lot of guilt over sending Jaden’s cards to space. Jaden doesn’t remember, but they found the records of it. Seto sent Jaden’s soul monster and defender (neo spacians and Yubel) to space and has been trying to get them back ever since. Until he can get his son’s cards back to him the least he can do is make sure Jaden has cards he can trust. (His idea, not Jaden’s or Yugi’s)

He couldn’t imagine someone sending his blue eyes away from him forever. He has the records of Jaden’s powers lashing out after they took Yubel from him. (He needs to get those cards back for his son)

Atem

Atem adores Jaden. And Jaden adores his uncle Atem.

Atem has always dotted on Jaden. He’s truly grateful for this second chance at life and the opportunity to be part of Yugi’s family.

He’s also very protective of Yugi and his son. Yugi and their friends fought so hard for the world. They deserve to have a peaceful life now. And Atem will defend them the same way they defended and helped him.

Once they find out about Jaden’s powers and blocked memories, Atem becomes even more protective then he was before.

He feels a lot of camaraderie with Jaden. Not just the missing memories, but also the shadow powers. Though Jaden’s comes from the Gentle Darkness and Arems from his time wilding the millennium items.

Atem always shows Jaden little magic tricks and uses his powers to play with Jaden. Even being duel spirits to life. Jaden can’t see spirits until his entrance exam but he grew up with someone who could. So he doesn’t feel like he’s going crazy when he starts seeing and hearing spirits.

Atem wanted to try and unblock Jaden’s powers but Yugi had been worried. His boy was so young and what happens if his powers lash out again. He doesn’t want Jaden to blame himself if anyone gets hurt because he’s a little kid who had a tantrum. Atem agrees but still works with Jaden. His powers will unlock one day. It’s best he’s prepared and knows that he doesn’t have to fear himself. Yugi agrees, Atem would never go against Yugi’s will.

Joey

Don’t tell the others but… Joey is Jaden’s favorite uncle. (Mainly don’t tell Seto, Atem, or Mokuba)

Joey is so fun for Jaden. He’s silly and energetic and matches Jaden’s energy.

He duels Jaden and it’s so fun. Seto can’t bring himself to go easy on any one. Yugi and Atem go easy on him, but they won’t give him the game, he learns a lot from all three, but Joey? Joey’s crazy.

Joey will pick up booster packs and they will make random decks and duel. Just for fun. Just to learn. Just for fun. Yes your deck is your heart, but theirs a lot to learn from quickly cobbling together a deck.

When Jaden’s older, Joey is the first one to break out his real deck on him (well besides Seto, who knows no chill) when Jaden beats Joey’s real deck for the first time he’s so pumped, and so is Joey. His littlest buddy is an amazing duelist!

Joey is so laid back. He loves dueling and he’s serious about it. But he remembers it’s a game. It’s fun. Something Seto’s never been good at. Atem struggles with (trauma) Yugi knows but his deck is almost unbeatable. All three of them love the game for the strategy, Joey’s here for fun and chaos. Yes he’s strategic but he also chaotic and a risk taker.

Jaden takes after him in a lot of ways. Jaden love’s strategy to, he’s learned form the best. But at duel academy? If he was like either of his father’s his identical would be blown so fast. So it’s a good thing he takes after Joey. No one thinks the prince of games to be a laid back slacker. But he learned from the best, Joey. (If Seto ever heard that statement he’d set the city on fire.

[m1d-45]

(what about me?)

summary: even gods get lonely, it just takes them a bit longer than most. but when it hits, it hurts, and hard.

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: major spoilers for mondstat archon quest, mentions of wine, little guy is sad and alone about it :(

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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starsnatch cliff is empty more times than it isn’t.

it was a common destination for couples, the silence a welcome break from the bustle of the city of freedom. the stars up above were unblocked, bright, the full rotation of constellations visible by just tilting one’s head to the sky. two majors, twin sets of stars, the three minors orbiting, staring down, watching. the same form, night after night, a bard in green driving away the aspiring couples often enough they learnt to stop trying. a body is there, physically occupying the space, but with how little is being done, the cliff still feels empty. the stars watch, seeing all, as the same body comes and sits, as the same eyes turn to the sky, vacant with memory.

venti didn’t know which constellations were in rotation—he did, that was a lie, he knew every single one and their owners—nor how long they’d be up—liar, liar, liar—but he watched the sky anyway, spinning a cecelia in his hand. the stem was worn, some of the juice clinging to his fingers, but he didn’t set it down. to the left, to the right, the six petals twisting outside of his field of view.

the god of freedom found himself coming back to the same cliff every night, sometimes leaving the angels share earlier to get there quicker. he walked, picking a cecelia as he did, and sat in the same spot at the peak of the cliff.

was he truly free, he wondered, if the stars kept calling him back?

(he knew he was. it was his choice to return, his choice to stay until the sun rose, to take naps in the afternoon to make up for the sleep before coming back, back, back, night after day after night)

the galaxy streaking its way across the sky, blue and purple and greens mixing and blurring, broken only by the bright shine of stars. planets, all locked in their own orbit, worlds he’d never be able to see, all within his sight yet all out of his grasp.

his eyes fell on a star at random.

who lived there, he wondered? what was beyond the atmosphere he knew? how far was the next planet? was there even intelligent life? surely, there must be—you wouldn’t create only one planet with life on it, right? you’d create many races, aliens he couldn’t imagine, all created to thrive on their world and serve under you.

(were they treating you better? had you exited your resting world already, and found another planet to keep you occupied? was teyvat not enough for you? you… you’d tell them if they weren’t doing enough, right? you’d say? you wouldn’t just leave them in the dark, right?)

he wondered how far away you’d gone. he remembered you—of course he did, your visage was engraved in his mind, miles deep and never to erode—and your last moments on teyvat, how you’d promised the archons that you would return soon. that you wouldn’t be far.

of course, ‘far’ was relative. and what was time to a god? how long was ‘soon’ for you? how long would it be until he could be blessed with your presence again? the little of your aura that bled through your vessels wasn’t enough- it wasn’t, and he was horribly selfish for thinking so, but it wasn’t. not when he’d been able to lay his eyes upon your true form, not when he’d felt your skin beneath his as he led you through mondstat for the first time. the small glimpse of you that seeped into the air around your vessels may be enough to rest weary souls, but for a god?

you were the shining light of teyvat, always everywhere. traveling from nation to nation, occasionally visiting off-world but never for long, never, he never had to go without you for more than a year or two at a time, he never had to feel erosion start to sap at his life-

the stars grew blurry, and venti hastily wiped the tears away, continuing to search the sky.

he knew he was eroding. every god was. memories, resilience, patience, all of it fading. mortals (part of his mind flinched, but he was right, he was mortal, he could die) weren’t meant for the power of the divine, the gnoses grating against the walls of their soul. it was never a problem before, not when they had you, you to temper the flame of creation, you to brush your hand over a wayward god and breathe life back into their heart, you with your endless compassion, to accept what felt like overwhelming and discard it as trivial.

barbatos was eroding without you. every god was. the ley lines were acting up, the abyss growing stronger, the eons without your presence turning teyvat into a hollow husk. and yet, the pathetic little he discarded from your vessels had begun to heal it anyway.

why did you use vessels? you had to know it was easier to descend yourself, right? to let flowers bloom in your wake and the breeze brush grass from your clothes, to tuck ei’s hair behind her ear and let empathy back into her mind. your vessels did a lot, but they could not manage all- murata, focalors, the tsaritsa and her wretched fatui- you could fix it all, all with a blink and a smile, a gentle hand across the earth to sew it at the seams.

he was being idealistic. he knew he was. and yet, he could not help but to wish—wish, he wanted to laugh at the irony—that your return ‘soon’ would be within his lifetime.

he wanted to see you again. he wanted the scars across his soul to heal, for his empty, cracked cup to be filled with you. he wanted to go back to how it was, when ei could smile freely and the tsaritsa wasn’t so cold, when the wind blew softly, carrying the sound of laughter. time only turned one way, yet he wanted to reverse it, to force the universe in rewind, to when his greatest worry was which song to play you at lunch. he wanted to bring a bottle of dandelion wine and watch as morax insisted upon osmanthus, as rukkhadevata rolled her eyes with a smile and suggested how about tea instead, it’s barely noon.

he was selfish. every god was, to an extent, but he…

as venti looked up at the stars, he couldn’t help but pray that one of them was you.

[tigressaofkanjis]

Transformers: Lost World - All Leaders + Their Weaknesses

Classes: 

Miner – Can dig in the ground for deep planted materials and break Energon 

Farm Skill – Digs soil and can overturn used spots. Can craft and break down materials.

Gatherer – Can hold excess supplies and materials and can retrieve items for you out in the field 

Farm Skill – Taking ready crops and organizing them, feeding animals 

Infiltrator – Can cut down trees, vines, and ice for materials or to unblock paths. Can climb cliffs and to higher areas. 

Farm Skill - Tidying up the farm, animal stalls and the Transformer stables, keeping the area and its inhabitants mess-free and happy, and can also plant seeds.  The more Transformers and animals you have, the easier it is for your farm to become disheveled, and all your Companions will grow upset over time. 

Scout – Can sense nearby hotspots of energy and alert to items in the wild 

Farm Skill – Retrieves water for crops or animals in their station 

Wrecker – Can demolish rocks and heavy-duty minerals, unblocking paths as well. Can climb cliffs and to higher areas. 

Farm Skill – Crafting or breaking down materials for crafting is their best use though they can also dig soil and patrol the farm’s boundaries for extra tidiness 

Healer – Can heal any Transformer you take with you as well as yourself to a degree 

Farm Skill – Tendering to planted crops or animals, keeps them healthy when you are away 

Combatant – The best for fighting other Transformers to subdue and tame them as well as great warriors for challenges and battles. Can climb cliffs and to higher areas. 

Farm Skill – Transformers can get bored, but their favorite pastime is friendly battle. Keeping a Combatant to maintain hobby stations will keep your friends happy. 

Leader – Jack of all trades, can do almost everything on and off the farm. Certain leaders lack one skill compared to other leaders though so be mindful where you place them. 

Farm Skill – Practically everything. 

All Leader Class Transformers have to be fought to tame. And once acquired, they can perform any job the others can...except one. Depending on the Leader, their skills vary.

35. Grimlock - While he excels in combat and most chores, Grimlock is a very weak Healer type. He doesn't do well in trimming crops to maintain health and providing direct care for creatures.

36. Predaking - He cannot be a Scout. Finding items aren't exactly what he cares to do but using water on crops and to replenish animal's water buckets is very hard with half his abilities relying on fire.

50. Ramhorn - Ramhorn has immense difficulties with being an Infiltrator. He has neither the patience or the specialty to deal with vines and trees as well as cleaning up messes. He would rather make messes than clean them.

51. Ravage - Stubborn-headed, yes, but his size does limit him to what he can do. Ravage cannot be a Wrecker class as giant obstacles are a bit too strong for him. He also is better at rearranging crafted items than actually dealing with them.

85. Optimus Prime - Excels in everything except being a Miner. He doesn't have the strongest knowledge of unearthing materials nor digging plots for crops.

86. Megatron - Megatron may be the head honcho of the Decepticons but he isn't going to do everything. Megatron has quite the difficulties with being an Infiltrator. He doesn't deal with mediocre blocked paths nor dealing with a messy camp. He'll leave those chores for other bots.

94. Elita One - Elita has no patience for being a Healer. She sent bots to the infirmary during the war; that's the only relationship she has in terms of medical and natural care.

100. Ultra Magnus - High and mighty Ultra has a lack of association with being a Scout as he isn't the best at tracking things nor retrieving water.

101. Motormaster - He boasts a lot but sucks at being a direct Combatant unless he's cornered. And he doesn't care for seeing to keeping his peers happy in friendly battle.

115. Sky Garry - Good Garry is a star example of a bot except as a Miner. He prefers the sky, hence his name, rather than sticking to the ground and certainly digging in it.

116. Slipstream - Her intelligence rivals many and she finds that while in no sense weak, she doesn't deal with obstacles a Wrecker would. She's also not a great craftsman, preferring to draw up the schematics than physically do them.

134. Tidal Wave - A great behemoth of a Transformer, he is a terrible Scout. A little too big to recognize materials and hidden things from his height, he'll leave the watering and seeking tasks to bots better suited for it.

135. Omega Supreme - The sentinel of Iacon, Omega is a kind soul deep down and surprisingly doesn't like to be a Combatant. He would rather farm than harm. He can also do his chores faster, covering the maximum amount of ground work than most others.

136. Astrotrain - The dark train is an irate fellow who despises being a lackey often times so getting him to be an Infiltrator is most difficult. If he can't crush it underfoot, he doesn't care about doing it.

141. Tarn - He doesn't much care for keeping animals much so it's best not to entrust him with feeding them as a Gatherer. He also doesn't care about collecting supplies out in the wild. If you want your stuff, it's more or less up to you to get them.

166. Nemesis Prime - Nemesis (no, not the ship) is spiteful and won't respond to being a Healer. If they aren't dying, there's no need to fix them. Enough said.

173. Dai Atlas - While he is a good Councilmember, Dai Atlas doesn't do well as a Wrecker. He prefers to fix things than break them. He had no problems with animals though.

175. Sentinel Prime - The cocky Prime has one weakness and that is being a Miner. Grunt work more like to him. He will take out large obstacles, but he won't touch honest ground work.

176. Star Saber - He excels in being a strong Autobot but he is not great at being a Gatherer. It's not that he's forgetful or ignorant, he just isn't used to having to gather supplies and feed animals. Maybe he will want to learn someday.

186. Galvatron - The follower of Unicron holds not a lot of regard for life, especially organic life. So, his weakest point is the chores of a Healer. One day, he may come off his high horse and tend to the animals and crops properly but until then, don't leave them unattended in his care please.

187. Prima - A sweet soul throughout, Prima is a natural caring bot but he is not good at being a Scout. He has a million and one things on his mind, tracking items and keeping water for your animals and crops aren't exactly high on his priorities list.

188. Vector Prime - Vector is a lover, not a fighter. He will not indulge himself or others in battle as a Combatant unless in an emergency. Ironically, he has quite the power behind his attacks. he just doesn't utilize them.

189. Micronus Prime - If it can't be levitated, he doesn't deal with it. Micronus will care for all life but has no regard for heavy-duty tasks or things that require patience like crafting. So, you won't find him as a Wrecker anytime soon.

190. Solus Prime - Solus is the best craftsman in the galaxy. Maybe that's a little dramatic but she is the creator of many artifacts and relics you may find. But she is not the best Infiltrator. She makes messes but she has trouble keeping her own station clear much less your camp, and slicing through little annoyances is not what her talent calls for.

191. Liege Maximo - Liege has many things, including a Glitch-Mouse up his aft, but he doesn't deal with being a Miner. He has far too many other chores he would prefer than digging around for useless things.

192. Megatronus Prime - The angry Prime is not good at being a Healer though he may try. Despite his dark nature, he doesn't always act as he looks, but he understands that taking general care of animals and crops are just not in the cards for him.

193. Quintus Prime - Quintus is a terrible Combatant. He can create and destroy but physical fighting he lacks solely because he's not used to it. Fighting Unicron was one thing, other Transformers the same size and possibly with the same level of powers is quite different.

194. Amalgamous Prime - With a horrible sense of perception among all his quirks, Amalgamous doesn't like being a Scout. Getting him to find your car keys would somehow leave your house burning down. He's just not good at it.

195. Alchemist Prime - As a natural soothsayer of the barkeeping world, Alchemist adores animals but his greatest weakness is actually being a Gatherer. he can talk for days but can be easily distracted and forget that while everything needs a drink, they also need to eat.

196. Nexus Prime - Nexus doesn't like to be responsible for others' idiotic decisions so naturally, he makes a terrible Healer. He will fight but he won't aid you as you die. That's a you problem.

197. Onyx Prime - The Beastmaster of the Predacon race understands and loves creatures great and small, but he is not the best Wrecker. He would rather let those more capable with brute strength made for it go ahead and do what they need to. He'll keep with the animals and crops.

198. Alpha Trion - Alpha Trion is a master librarian but he is not the strongest Combatant in the field. He would rather read and take care of life than fight it. While not a pacifist per say, he's definitely not someone you would take into battle a lot.

199. Unicron - The dark god holds a deep hatred for many things, but he lacks most as a Healer. His blood with siphon life in direct exposure, so how would he even begin to help them even if he wanted to?

200. Primus - A sacred soul and the leader of Cybertron overall, Primus is the bearer of life itself. While not heavily responsible for organic existence, they are a valiant and benevolent kindred breed. But if Primus were to be not as good as others in one specific field, they are a bit perplexed by the skill of being a Miner. Digging is not something they have had a lot of practice with given their normal size.

[warmbloodedzines]

new zine from me (mordecai)! xalli and i actually hung out in person for the first time yesterday (which was amazing and so so lovely) and hir neocities reminded me that i posted a zine recently on my own that i never posted here. it didn't get posted until very recently because i wanted to wait for permission from the friend whose face appears in it :] i hope you all enjoy!

Transcript:

A mini-zine with 8 pages. The first page is a cover, and has a red and yellow door on it with the title "Red Door, Yellow Door" in all caps and the subtitle "a zine about middle school girlhood."

Page 2: If you had asked 12-year-old me whether she thought of herself as a horror person, despite her penchant for Stranger Things and creepypastas, she would have said: "No!" (The word "No" is large and appears in a speech bubble next to a photo of my younger self.) But in the fall of 2018, I began a steady obsession with theghostinmymachine.com (appearing as a screenshot of a web address), one of the only unblocked sites on my school laptop where I could spend hours reading the spooky content I craved so much.

Page 3: One post in particular stood out to me, where the author gave instructions on how to play a game called "Red Door, Yellow Door." You were supposed to play with at least one other person, assigned as "The Guide." They would rub your temples while chanting: "Red Door, Yellow Door, any other color door." (The chant appears in all caps in a speech bubble attached to a drawing of a hand.) This was meant to draw you into a trance-like state, guiding you through the rooms and hallways of your mind.

Pages 4-5: Once in this state, you were supposed to be able to dreamily describe what you saw, ideally at least one door that you could walk through. Some doors would be locked, and if you couldn't find a key, it meant you weren't ready to see whatever was behind. The goal was to travel through your own mind, watching out for clocks, a man in a suit with a briefcase, an elderly woman, rushing water, a staircase leading downwards, or any other people at all. If those appeared, the guide needed to wake you immediately, at any cost—shaking you, splashing you with water, or screaming to wake up. (This page also includes several collage-like pictures of doors, clocks, and a picture of my younger self and a friend I played this game with.) This was exacty the kind of thing i hungered for at that age, and I was quick to suggest the game at every sleepover I went to, most of which involved the same friendgroup of girls (although, of course, not many of us still identify as girls). Our love for the game was so intense that we started playing at recess, too. While most of us had trouble sinking into a trance,

Page 6: one friend of mine didn't seem to struggle much at all. She spoke in an entirely different voice than she did when she was fully conscious, describing in great detail how each door or room instinctually "felt" to her and occasionally becoming fully unresponsive, at which point we would shake her awake again. Her mind had a depth we didn't quite know how to plumb. When I was "under," I was fully conscious of this fact, and was unable to divorce it from my experience. Others couldn't "go under" at all. (The bottom of the page has a collage of an eye behind pictures of doors.)

Page 7: (This page has another collage, of an eye behind a golden snake made of a house colored with white ink for scales.) Despite this, I found that my mind, too, was full of wonders, even if I knew they were a figment of the imagination—I watched from the bottom of a sinkhole as the boy I liked tilted his head down at me from a cliff far above, ran barefoot through hotel hallways carpeted in warm, breathing velvet, and raced across a large yellow snake as it billowed in the sky like a cloud. (There is a drawing of a snake here.) Of course, at this point, I haven't "gone under" in years, but I still marvel at the game's ability to draw

Page 8: us in so completely. I don't think there was anything sinister in our fascination with our own psyches. I think it was just an attempt to understand ourselves, cloaked in intrigue and horror. (There is a drawing of a red door in a great field.) I miss those days. But I know that one day, I'll return to those gaping sinkholes and great golden skies. (There is a dotted line, and underneath, some drawings of stars and a picture of me saying "Thank you SO much for reading!" as well as the date 6 May 2023 and mordecaialba.com) (End transcript)

[sburbisk-webcomic]

[Ultra Hard Difficulty?]

Seeing equipment rating for his pajamas is certainly not what our hero Baker was expecting from a four player adventure game. He is a bit irked at being informed that he has “equipped” his phone “incorrectly.” He decides to plug it into his iMac while he gets his shoes and a jacket, as the British Guy recommended. He sees his gear reflected accordingly when he ejects his phone. Usually an iTunes pop-up would show over whatever else he was doing, weird it didn’t this time, so he minimizes the SBurbisk window and ejects his phone from the drop down menu at the top. He checks his equipment screen one more time, seeing his phone is now equipped as a phone.

“You may want to check out that Mobile Interface,” the British voice sounds from Baker’s phone. “Oh, I ain’t havin that shit. Hell no,” “You really are intense about your gaming, sir.” “There’s gotta be a way to turn that english fucker off,” “Indeed there is, if you prefer to navigate SBurbisk without tooltips, you can use the options menu within the Mobile Interface.” 

“Excellent. Gimme the Hard Mode,” Baker remarks as he toggles Narrator Voiceover to OFF, continuing through the menu to find there are in fact difficulty settings. The tooltips now appear as pop-ups on the SBurbisk app. 

“Well, aren’t you ambitious,” he reads, “your friends at least talked to me long enough to give me a nickname. The girl who smokes even said I sound handsome.”

Baker rolls his eyes, struggling to grasp what his adventure is supposed to be, considering the game merely told him to get dressed even though it’s Saturday. He navigates back to the main screen of the “MOBILE INTERFACE,” seeing it simply says “Go Outside.”

Upon venturing out of his apartment with no particular goal in mind, he stops a few feet outside the door. 

“What the Fuck, where is everything?!” The sidewalk tapers off into manicured grass, the downtown cityscape of his neighborhood replaced with grassy hills. The horizon is sharp, almost minecraft levels of blocky against the too-perfect sky. Off in the distance, unblocked by buildings, Baker sees one of his favorite lunch spots. 

“Well. Guess I’ll go get a burrito. Doesn’t seem like there’s shit else to do out here.” After a much longer walk than usual, through a bunch of grass that’s way too tall to look like it’s freshly cut, he arrives at the Korean Burrito restaurant. He walks in, seeing an empty venue, an NPC from cluckin bell behind the counter, bored, and a bag with his name on it. “Uh. Guess I’ll just. Take this…” He inspects the receipt, finding instructions to scan the QR code for further quest instructions. 

He scans the QR code with his camera, which opens the MOBILE INTERF- THE SBURBISK APP, showing some long-winded quest lore. 

[Congratulations! Because you selected Ultra Hard difficulty, the Narrator didn’t even have the chance to tell you that you were adventure ready. You should find the lunch in this paper bag to be per your usual specifications. The location of this fusion restaurant will function as “MAGNETIC NORTH” upon your quest planet, Land of Unwinnable Trophies. The Ultra Hard Difficulty makes little difference to the rigor of your quests on this planet, though it will abstract your map data, and simplify quest instructions to their barest form. If you need a hint from “That English Fucker,” simply ask your phone, “Hey, demiGod.” Your Home Button should work now, if you’d like to easily return to your room. Good luck on the rest of your quests, Mr Baker.]

“Unwinnable trophies? Cmon, why else would I choose fucking ultra hard difficulty from the jump? DemiGod,” he scoffs, “what an asshole. I suppose that’s what I get for turning off the narration before I finished the tutorial.” “Correct. Your interaction with SBurbisk’s constructs has a direct impact on their attitude toward you, and how helpful they’ll be as you continue.” demiGod chimes in quickly. Baker sits down inside the lobby, enjoying his lunch and pondering what LoUT might have in store for him.

[next chapter pending.]

[totkdaily]

Day 68: Ancient Zora Waterworks

The sun is high before I reach the very peak of Ploymus Mountain to join Sidon below - and I suddenly see where they've put Mipha's statue. She's beautiful under the blue sky. 

I stay with her for a moment. Then I leap off Ploymus Mountain, and dive into the beacon of light.

Nothing happens, again.

Wasn't Sidon supposed to meet me here? I look around, treading water, and spot him on a large chunk of ruin, watching me. I sigh, and swim over to join him. 

There's a strange chime in the air, and golden light. I've seen this before. I see now why I needed Sidon - this is his quest, really. 

Then Sidon really shows off. He swims to the beacon, and swims so fast around it that he creates a whirlpool.

An entrance at the bottom, he says. NOW I can jump in. 

The caverns below - the Ancient Zora Waterworks - are wet, and dark. In the centre of the space, a tall structure that looks not unlike a shrine. I wonder how to reach it. 

There are blocked pipes throughout this place. If I unblock them, maybe the water will carry me to the top? 

I find a bubbulfrog in a side cavern. They're in every cave, even places which I wouldn't expect them to be. And yet only ever one at a time. Are they territorial? How do they come to be? Does the cave itself manifest them? 

It's a tricky place to traverse - everything's so wet! It's hard to climb, and easy to slip. 

The centre of the waterworks ruins turns out to be one of those green panels which reacts to Rauru's hand. A green beam punches through the water of the lake and releases a waterfall from the sky island above, its impact on the lake almost washing Sidon away.

When I rejoin him at the lake, he says that to Zora a waterfall is as good as a path - so this really is a path intended for him to follow. I'm honoured to be a part of his journey, especially if it culminates as I think it will - with him becoming the Sage of Water. I can think of no better candidate. 

And there's that chime again. A voice, inviting us - inviting Sidon - up to the chain of sky islands above the domain. Up we go.

[drift-compatible-poll]

Preliminary Round: Kuroko no Basuke

Kuroko Tetsuya and Kagami Taiga vs Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga and Aomine Daiki vs Midorima Shintarou and Takao Kazunari

Propaganda for Tetsuya and Taiga: "Kuroko’s play style depends on being the “shadow” supporting someone’s “light”, and Kagami is that light. They start with a natural synchronicity and help each other grow as basketball players."

Propaganda for Tetsuya, Taiga and Daiki: "i know that my mutual submitted a long essay about them already but here are some other cool bug facts about them!! - they have this song together: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhpQYlQ2sAQ&pp=ygUha3Vyb2tvIG5vIGJhc2tldCBicmVha2luZyB0aHJvdWdo - kuroko and kagami want to save aomine... kagami even sings it in the song... - kagami and aomine are similar in love for basketball, basketball positions, shoe size, etc. - aomine and kagami do a basketball dunk together to win a very important game - as teammates, kuroko and kagami's plays compliment each other-- as the shadow and light of their team, they're necessary for their team's victories - they say they get along with each other most on their team (kagami and kuroko) - likewise, aomine and kuroko said that they got along with each other the most in their middle school teams - for kagami and kuroko, in the final game, kuroko trusted kagami so much, he knew what kagami would do-- which helped them defeat a guy who could see the future"

Propaganda for Shintarou and Kazunari: "of course these two didnt start out as friends. in fact! back in middle school, midorima's team completely crushed takao's team! like many other opponents who have to go up against any member of the generation of miracles, takao seriously considered quitting the sport after being dominated by the GoM. however, takao stuck with it, continuing to practice basketball, swearing that he would one day defeat the generation of miracles! until one of their members, midorima, just happened to go to the same school as him! this kind of sparks a one-sided rivalry, takao wanting to prove his worth to a member of the generation of miracles. midorima has no opinion on this. however, as the two continue to train together, midorima does praise takao's dedication to improving himself in basketball. midorima deeply respects those who "do everything humanly possible" to achieve their goals, a trait takao strongly exhibits. as such, the two begin to work (and hang out) much more, building a pretty solid friendship!

to be specific of how in sync they are, the two have a special move they developed together! this involves midorima's ability to make a basket from anywhere on the court, combined with takao's incredible ability to accurately pass to his teammates! its dubbed as the "sky direct three point shot" which basically involves midorima jumping in the air, doing the motion of doing a three pointer, and takao passing the ball INTO MIDORIMA'S HANDS right before he shoots! this effectively gives midorima an instantaneous shot, virtually unblockable! and the series does emphasize that the two practiced quite a bit to get this move to work! but the results speak for themselves, as its probably one of the strongest moves in the entire series!!"

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you think you're a monster. ” / octavia & grant

from the moment he left, grant had blocked their numbers, all of them. kassy, rev, bellamy, nick, octavia... he couldn't have them trying to contact him but another part of him couldn't just delete them. being back on the road with garrett after the life he had began to live with people who treated him like something more than a pet or a soldier, it made going back to this far more difficult than he could have imagined. he knew garrett, he knew what to expect yet the aching of his heart was inconsolable. this was far more painful than the loss of his dog and garrett knew that. used it to torture him in nearly every conversation they had. always a dig about the fiesty brunette, about the idiot he saved, how that girl killed his agent.

that evening at dinner had been incredibly difficult and grant could barely look at garrett while he spouted off between nonsense and tearing him down and everything he had built for himself. he could just kill him here, his hands had flexed around his utencils and garrett of course had noticed, pointed it out, even taunted him. your little buddy thought you were going to kill me, you going to prove him right? his jaw clenched painfully. he would kill him, but he had to bide his time, he knew garrett was apart of something bigger, that if he were to kill garrett without taking that into consideration it could create an even bigger problem in the future. so he would bide his time even if every second away from octavia, from nick and the family he had made with them slowly killed him inside.

he couldn't sleep that night, or really any night since he got the call from kassy, but tonight was particularily bad. sitting on the balcony of the hotel he was in he stared down at his phone, octavia's number glowing back up at him. his thumb hovered over the unblock and he sucked in a breath, taking a long drink from the bottle in his other hand. fuck it, he thought, it wasn't like the second he unblocks her she'll call him anyways. hitting the button he placed the phone down beside him, leaning back in the tacky chair as he closed his eyes, the tightness in his chest only growing in anticipation, in a swirl of desperation and desire to get that call but fear for if she does. she shouldn't. she wouldn't. she probably hates him, she should.

a shaky breath escaped him and as an hour went by, despite the heartbreaking longing in his chest to hear her voice, he was relieved. reaching, he picked up his phone to reblock her name when the phone rang. it was on silent but her name popped up and his heart stopped. dark eyes widened as his jaw clenched tightly and his heart then kicked into overdrive. he stared, frozen as he watched it ring and ring and ring and--- he was going to just end the call, force it to stop but he picked up. slowly he brought the phone to his ear, blood pulsing through him so hard he could hear it and was afraid it would be all he could hear. grant...? he heard her voice sounding so hesitant on the other end and it broke his heart further.

grant... she spoke again and tears welled in his eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. as she spoke to him, her voice soft but he too could hear the tears in her voice. he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as his hand tightened around the phone. i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. she told him and his head tilted back as he looked to the sky, pain radiating through him as he shook his head. he didn't deserve her love. how could she say this to him after all he had done? i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. she continued and all she could hear back was a shaky breath. god, why did this have to happen? and why couldn't she just hate him? it would be so much easier if she hated him. everything he did? and leaving with garrett? he was a monster. lashes fluttered as tears streaked his cheeks and it was as if she read his mind. i don’t care if you think you're a monster.

he set down the bottle of booze before his hand lifted to a fist, pressing harshly against his lips as he tried to keep them from trembling in despair. i love you, i miss you, he so badly wanted to tell her. move on, forget about me, too. but he already had and grant couldn't trust himself to speak, couldn't trust that garrett wouldn't be listening. he shook his head, hanging up and blocking the number once again as he sucked in a shaky, pained breath. he couldn't do that again. he wouldn't. it would break him. exhaling sharply, he tossed his phone down on the table beside him as he harshly wiped at his face. snatching the bottle by its neck he downed whatever was left in it but it would never be enough.