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[rafeandonlyrafe]

friction

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex, server!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, workplace romance

“alright.” you clap your hands together. “where is my trainee?”

“hey.” your eyes widen as you take rafe in, his arms crossed over his wide chest, biceps bulging against the sleeves of the uniform polo.

“wh-what?” you take a staggering step back. 

“won't be here long.” rafe says quickly. “just… got in trouble with my dad.” his voice turns softer, but not for your sake, simply for his pride as he looks around.

“and so you had to get a job here of all places?” you question.

“most fitting for punishment. he said if i last two months then he knows i can commit to something.”

“so you're going to be working here… for two months. great.” you try to add some cheer to your voice, but it certainly fails. it was hard enough when rafe would come in to dine at the country club, having to serve alongside him will certainly be hell.

not that he does anything to intentionally upset you, his very presence gets you frustrated. from the second he walked in and you saw him for the first time, your face got hot and flushed and you had to hide in the walk in freezer to cool yourself down.

“so, where do we start?” rafe asks.

you snap out of whatever thoughts you were having. “your section.” you state, the unofficial leader of the servers, having worked at the country club for by far the longest of all the staff, even outranking your current manager in seniority.

--

“rafe, you're at a month and a half, you're so close.” josh says, eyes glancing between the two of you from the other side of the managers desk. “and y/n, you know better than to argue in front of customers.”

josh stands, hands on his hips. “sasha and i are going to take over your sections while you two… work out whatever is going on. just talk it out then get back on the floor.”

he walks out without another word, leaving you in the office alone with rafe.

“you made me look so fucking stupid in front of my regulars.” you grumble. you asked for something very simple. for rafe to bring your table sparkling waters, and he took them tap instead.

“i didn't know.” rafe huffs back, not turning to fully look at you. “sorry, but you still got your fucking tip.”

“just pay attention next time. i know you don't give a shit about this job but some of us need this paycheck to fucking live.”

“alright, i said fucking sorry.”

“alright.”

you both sit in silence, the time stretching out between the two of you. 

“you're still mad.” rafe states.

“im just… frustrated.” you sigh, wishing you could pinpoint why your stomach always tightens when you're around rafe, why no matter how many shifts you work with him he puts you on edge, makes you act different.

“sounds like you could-” rafe cuts himself off.

you snap your head towards him. “some what?”

“i was gonna say some dick.” rafe turns his eyes back forward, even though there's nothing to look at but an empty wall.

“some dick couldn't satisfy me, you guys never make me cum.” you say it to upset rafe, hopefully dig into some insecurity he holds, but rafe just smirks.

“i could make you cum. and then we'd both be less frustrated.”

“both?” you question.

“yeah ‘cause you'd get your o and id finally get to fuck you.”

“i guess the only thing stopping us is locking the office door.” 

you both move rapidly, hands meeting at the same time your lips do as you turn the lock and hear the satisfying click of confirmation. rafe instantly presses you against the door, his mouth devouring yours as his body presses in close.

all rational thoughts go out the window. if you were in your right mind, if rafe didn't drive you so crazy, you would never do something so brazen.

rafe reaches down, one hand delving under your assigned polo shirt while the other grips your ass.

you moan against his lips as his hand covers your bra, fingers quickly pushing the material out of the way to get at your nipple, his palm rubbing against you so perfectly you have no doubt in your mind of how skilled rafe is.

“fuck.” you gasp when his hand gripping your bum moves, somehow managing to get your belt off as he pulls it away, undoing your slacks to reach into your underwear.

he finds your clit and taps at it, teasingly, but with just enough constant stimulation to keep you from crying out as you kiss him, pulling back only to look at his face, the way his eyes have dropped and darkened with pleasure, his mouth pink and wet from your kisses.

“don't stop.” his voice is grisly as he begs, and you lean in and continue to kiss, tongue pushing into rafes mouth and taking dominance, but it's all for naught as his finger on your clit so effortlessly controls your entire body, reading your reactions and what you like most as he rubs and touches.

“need you shirtless.” you tell rafe, tugging at his collar. “take it off.”

rafe doesn't want to pull away, it doesn't seem worth it, but instead of continuing to kiss him, you pull his collar more until he has no choice but to unmold himself from your body and take a step back to toss off his shirt, watching as you do the same, revealing one cup of your bra pushed down to reveal your pert nipple.

rafe moves quick to press his lips against your breast, hands working to undo your bra before he's back inside your pants, circling around your entrance and spreading your wetness up to your clit before continuing to rub, hearing your soft moans and whimpers as he switches to your other breast.

“need your cock.” you beg, but rafe isn't ready yet. he knows it will be the ultimate end to your mutual suffering that was just used to hide your bodies attraction, sexual frustration boiling over.

as much as rafe likes sucking your nipple into his mouth and feeling how warm and soft your skin is, he's desperate to move back to your mouth and swallow more of your moans, not so they don't get heard by your coworkers, but so they can become his and his alone.

“on the desk.” rafe pulls away, and a devious smile comes to your lips, knowing you're about to get what you want.

you push your pants and underwear down your hips in one go as you sit on the desk, glad josh keeps everything clear and clean as you spread your legs, rafes eyes dropping to your pussy.

you chuckle as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, but he doesn't have time for a taste as his hands begin to work on his own clothing until rafe is just as naked as you.

he pauses for a moment, standing a foot away from the desk, his cock standing up, calling out for your pussy. he gives you a look, and you know it's a question. a question you would have raged at fifteen minutes ago but you now know is what you've needed this whole time.

“yes.” you tell rafe. simple. one word. one syllable for rafe to surge forward, his arms around your body as he captures you in another kiss and pushes his cock forward against your entrance, burying himself in one smooth motion.

your head tips back, but rafe follows, hips snapping forward and instantly picking up pace, feeling how wet and warm you are, so good that he can't help his loose tongue.

“feels so good.” rafe grumbles. “can't believe we took so fucking long to do this.”

“maybe if you weren't such a-” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust, your sassy comeback stopping halfway through and quickly leaving your mind all together.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” rafe chuckles, but he's barely handling himself better than you, forcing himself to stay somewhat quiet when really he wants to shout your name for everyone to hear, to know he's claiming you.

“t-touch me again.” you tell rafe, and he knows what you mean, yet he's not ready yet, not ready for this to end, so instead one of his hands moves to your breast while he continues to thrust.

you let out a little growl, tempted to reach down yourself and rub your own clit if rafe is taking so damn long to do it, but both your hands are certainly needed to stabilize yourself against the desk.

“perfect pussy.” rafe says, stating it like it's a fact. it almost makes you laugh, but there's not a hit of humor in his voice, his eyes completely glazed over at this point.

he finally reaches down to your clit, beginning his motions from earlier this time with his thumb, remembering exactly what you like and what gets the biggest moan out of you.

you pussy clenches around rafe and he can tell you won't last long, his own speed increasing as his thumb runs so vigorously he's worried only for a second that he's being too rough before remembering who he's with.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “rafe!”

your back arches as you cum, entire body shaking as your arms collapse underneath you, falling back against the desk as rafe continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

the feeling of your pussy constricting around him sends him over the edge, filling you up with a grunt and a mumble of your name.

“shit.” you gasp, sitting up as you regain some control of your body. “josh is going to be pissed.”

“hey, he told us to work out our frustrations.”

--

“happy six months.” you poke rafes side, making him flinch and then frown at you as he drops a fork in a clatter back onto the table.

“can't believe i could have gotten away with just two.” rafe sighs dramatically.

“hm, part of me thinks that you purposely got in trouble again so you had to stay working here.” 

“now why would i do that?” rafe smirks, very obviously checking you out, looking past your gleaming name tag declaring your newly promoted position as manager to the cleavage peeking from underneath your top.

“meet me in my office when you're done rolling silverware.” you take a look around the country club restaurant, it's certainly not busy and your other staff can handle it as the night is coming to a close anyways.

“am i getting written up?” rafe questions, smile still on his face.

“no… but if you're quick you will get ridden.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Forgive me Britt, but i cant get this filth thought out of my mind-- Andy fingering a needy Baby Girl at some outdoor dinner. I just need him fingering her someplace risky, under the table

Helping Hands

Summary: Andy helps you relieve some tension while out on date night...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Fingering, Manhandling, Semi-Public Sex, Daddy Kink, Reference to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“What has gotten into you?” Stifling a giggle as you push your boyfriend away when he attempts to whisper more kisses behind your ear. He was definitely in rare form tonight, and he was only on his first glass of bourbon. 

“It’s been three days.” Andy murmurs, toying with one of your curls. “Three whole fucking days since I’ve seen my baby girl.”

“Well, you’re acting like it’s been forever.” You pick up your menu, intending to finally decide on a cocktail only to hit him with it when he starts up again. “Behave.”

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t miss me?” He smooths your curls away from your nape before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Because I missed you.” While his words come out muffled, you can’t help but shiver at the gentle graze of his teeth along your sensitive flesh. “So much.”

“Omigosh!” You quickly jerk away when you spot your waitress making her way towards you. “Would you – Andrew –  we are in public!” Smiling, you try to right your appearance by smoothing your hands over your skirt.

“Mmhm…” More heated kisses from him elicit more sweet giggles from you. “Why do you think I requested a table in the back?”

Andy’s free hand goes to settle on your waist, effortlessly pulling you closer to him just in time for your server to reach your table. 

“Hey there!” The charismatic brunette chirps, tapping her pen against her notepad. You were pretty certain her name was Paula. “Did you decide on your drink yet? Or can I get you started on some appetizers?” 

“I think I’ll go with the pomegranate martini. As for appetizers…” You cast a sideways glance at your boyfriend who is now making a concerted effort to look innocent while examining his own menu. “I think we’re still deciding. Any recommendations?” 

“Ooh. Good question!” The woman takes a moment to think. “The house-made nachos are always a hit, as are the pan fried oysters, and people love our sweet, gingered chicken wings. But my personal favorite would probably have to be…the herb crusted crab cakes served with our house-made remoulade.”

“Oh yeah? Any of those sound good to you, Big Man?” You rest your chin on his shoulder while you wait for him to make a decision. 

“Eh, I think I’m still gonna need a minute. But I will take another bourbon when you bring out her martini.” 

“You’ve got it! Still sticking with Bulleit?” 

“Yep. Appreciate it.” He winks at your waitress before sending her on her way, which allows him to turn his attention back to you. 

You’re grateful when you receive your drink in what feels like record time. “I did miss you.” You reassure your man after taking your first sip. Cupping his jaw, you lean up to brush your mouth over his own. You moan softly when you feel his lips curve, letting you know just how much he appreciates your show of affection. 

“Fuck, how do you always manage to taste so sweet?” He murmurs, more to himself than to you.  

“It’s the drink, honey.”

“Nah, baby girl. I’m pretty sure it’s all you.” Still grinning, you don’t stop him when he decides to adjust your positions so that you’re now sitting between his thickly muscled thighs as you both rest on the bench. “Tell me about your day. Catch me up.”

“It was pretty boring to be honest.” You offer him a taste of your martini which he declines. “I’m still working on the media plan for that one bakery’s grand opening. It should’ve been done last week, but the owner keeps changing her mind on a few key aspects.”

“Mm.” Andy presses a kiss against your bare shoulder. “You think Sugar & Spice is ever gonna open?”

“Some days I wonder. But that’s really it. Oh, and my boss told me to expect a new account to land on my desk tomorrow. So there’s that too.”

“How many accounts does that make you responsible for now?”

Too many. Although you’re pretty loath to admit it to anyone else but him.

“I can manage it.” You tell him, not missing the way his fingers are skimming along the inside of your thigh, beneath your flimsy little skirt. “You know my boss –”

“Can be an asshole.” Andy finishes for you, just he reaches your clit. He strums his thick fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, delighting in the tiny whine that gets stuck in your throat. “Have you noticed how tense you seem to get whenever you talk about the prick?”

“Y–yeah.” Instinctively, you try to squirm away, only for you to belatedly realize that you’re pretty much trapped. It’s obvious that your man has you right where he wants you. And he has no intentions of letting you go anytime soon.

After all, wasn’t this why he’d chosen a seat in the back? And between the dim lighting and the setting of the sun, he was probably rather confident that nobody would notice a damn thing. 

“Don’t, baby. Someone’s gonna see us...ooh…” You allow your head to loll back against one of Andy’s broad shoulders as he grows increasingly more bold.

“Now, do you really think I’d let that happen? You really think I’d ever let someone else – a stranger – see you like this?” 

Oh God, his touch feels so good. You’d missed it – missed him – over these last several days. Which let you know that you were becoming equally as codependent as he was. 

“No.” Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as those same wicked fingers dip beneath the fabric of your soaked panties. 

They glide through your wetness, reveling in your slick, tight heat. Andy groans in disapproval when your thighs clench together, making it more difficult for him to have his way with you.   

“C’mon, princess. Be a good girl and let me in.” 

“Andy…” 

Your breathy little moan is like music to this man’s ears. You know it, and so does he.

“I’m just trying to help you relax.” He purrs, nipping at your ear with his sharp teeth. “That’s all. Relieve some of this built up tension.”  

“One of these days, you’re gonna have to learn how to keep your hands to yourself.” You warn, even as a familiar warmth pools in your belly the longer he plays with your traitorous pussy.. 

But Andy doesn’t stop. Instead, you’re treated to the erotic sensation of his palm grinding against your swollen bud while his index and middle fingers continue their intimate exploration. 

“Someone…someone’s gonna see.” 

However, even though you protest, there’s also a small part of you that finds the idea of potentially being watched to be rather…titillating. You gush around him as he grips you tighter, subtly thrusting his impressive erection against the small of your back. 

“Just give me one good one.” Comes Andy’s sensual rumble. “Just one good one for Daddy and I promise we’ll save the rest for tonight when I’ve got you back at my place, in my goddamned bed, where you belong.” 

It was moments like this that had you seriously convinced that you were going to end up moving-in with this man sooner rather than later. A fact that no longer scared you as much as it once did. 

“Please…Andy…” Your thighs begin to shake as you feel that coil tighten in your belly, threatening to snap in favor of pleasure so exquisite you’re all but guaranteed to see stars.

“What’s my name?” He picks up his pace, those dangerous fingers pumping in and out of your silky heat with expert precision. Each turn, each flick of his wrist threatens to be your undoing. 

“My…yes, please!”

“Say it.” Andy’s voice drops an octave as you continue to writhe beneath his careful ministrations.

“Let me – oh shit, Daddy!” The words come on the heels of a breathless sob. “Please lemme cum.”

This proves to be exactly what your boyfriend wants to hear. And you know this because swiftly adjusts his movements so that he can reach that special place inside you, the one that usually has you speaking in tongues when it’s just you and him behind closed doors. 

“Fuckin’ do it, princess.” He snarls, burying his face once more in the crook of your neck. “Soak me. Give me something sweet to get me through the rest of this dinner.” 

“Ooh!Yes!Yes!Yes!”

Unable to help yourself, you finally do as he asks. But thankfully, Andy has enough sense to capture your mouth and swallow the scream that is only mere seconds from escaping your throat. Literal sparks dance behind your eyes as wave after wave of delicious-feeling pleasure crashes over you. 

“Drench me, sweetness. Atta girl.”

The obvious pride in his voice has you clenching your walls around him in silent askance for more. And you can’t help but whimper when he removes his fingers from your heat, leaving you feeling empty. At this point, you would even be willing to get your food to-go if it meant getting another a taste of how good he’d just made you feel on a fucking wooden bench in the back of this gorgeous, but thankfully dimly lit, restaurant. 

Your body gives an involuntary shudder when you watch Andy raise his wet fingers to his full lips before sucking them into his mouth. He moans as your own sweet, earthy flavor comes alive on his tongue.

A promise of what was to come. 

‘That was…wow.” It takes you a second to actually catch your breath, but it does nothing to still the heart that is currently hammering in your chest. “I can’t believe we just…”

“Shh.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss just behind your ear. It was his favorite place to kiss you, other than…well…you know. “Here comes our waitress.”

“Hiya!” Paula chirps before catching sight of your only half drunk drink. “Aww. Not a fan of the pomegranate martini?” 

“It’s delicious.” You rasp, still finding your voice as Andy continues to hold you close. “We’ve just been doing a lot of…”

“Talking.” Your boyfriend chimes helpfully.

“So much talking.” You agree, not the least bit ashamed of the lazy smile that ghosts your lips. “But I will take another. You good with your bourbon, babe?”

“So good.” Your smile only widens when you feel him press a kiss against your damp brow.

“Wonderful.” She jots down a note on her pad of paper. “And did we manage to decide on an appetizer?” 

“Oh yeah.” One of his brawny arms encircles your waist. “We’ll take the crab cakes.”

“Excellent choice.” She beams, again jotting another note. “And for your mains?” 

You and Andy exchange covert glances, neither one of you feeling the least bit ashamed at your supposed indecisiveness. 

“Sorry…but we’re gonna need another minute.”

END

[psiroller]

boobs man

this is a compound drabble request from two discord server buddies, @snakewife and @avoidcrow, who wanted a scene of chilchuck and laios hanging out in a tavern and for collaring to be somehow involved. i ended up liking it a lot, so consider this a preview for the next fic in the break the lock series :3

CHILAIOS/822 WORDS

cw: petplay, collaring, dudes being freaky in public with their clothes on

Of all the seasons, a summer evening was best for a night out drinking. Chilchuck liked it close to sweltering, the humid air starting to cool once the sun had finally set; not so hot that a glass of wine made him feel nauseous and lethargic, but warm enough that when Laios finally showed up, he had the first few buttons of his shirt collar undone. Chilchuck waved him down with a lecherous grin and patted the bench next to him, getting the blurry lower half of a winning smile from Laios. Chilchuck was not a good enough man to look a few inches up, at least not a few glasses deep, but Laios didn’t mind.

“Hey,” Chilchuck said. He jostled somewhat when Laios sat down next to him but played it off smoothly by leaning on the table, cheek against knuckle. “What took you so long? We had to start the first round without you.”

“I’m sure you absolutely had to,” Laios teased, earning him a weak punch to the shoulder that could be confused for a mosquito bite. No more horseplay in public, they’d agreed, for Chilchuck’s safety from Falin.  “Just wanted to get ready.”

“Getting dolled up for me, huh?” Chilchuck’s eyes had yet to move upwards, fixated on a bead of sweat that slid across Laios’ collarbone and down around the curve of one of his pecs. Laios leaned in with both arms crossed and the drop disappeared into the appealing crease formed by the press of his biceps. Chilchuck’s gaze was pointed and unwavering, and Laios felt a head rush that couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. It was only after Chilchuck handed him his glass to finish off that any wine had made it into his bloodstream.

“Yeah, sure,” Laios shrugged. “What? You don’t like it?” he asked with just a hint of a whine.

Chilchuck’s eyebrows furrowed. “When have I ever complained about you having those things out?”

“Ah, so you haven’t looked up yet, then.”

That’s when Chilchuck saw the glimmer of a silver clasp, the mottled ink-blue scales of a hydra, his familiar stitching along the seam of a collar. His eyes bulged out of his skull and he choked on his own spit, coughing into his elbow. It was Laios’ turn to be smug, finishing off the glass and placing it decisively on the counter. Even while Chilchuck was dying, he couldn’t help but notice the slightest jiggle.

“I thought—ack.” Chilchuck rubbed his throat as he calmed himself down. “I need to quit smoking…”—Laios nodded sadly—“I thought I told you not to wear that outside of…!” Chilchuck gestured vaguely.

“You did,” Laios said flippantly, with a shrug. Chilchuck’s eyebrow raised. “But I thought it might be fun to try it just once.”

“Are you sure this is the only time?” Chilchuck asked with a suspicious inflection. Laios looked away and twiddled his sleeve with his thumb.

“I wear it to sleep sometimes,” Laios confessed. Chilchuck felt his blood run cold, how a deer must feel when an unseen wolf lays its eyes upon it. Laios watched him go through three of five stages of grief before patting Chilchuck on the back reassuringly. “I take it off before I get out of bed. Falin hasn’t seen, or at least hasn’t said anything.”

Chilchuck pushed his palms into his eyes. “You’re gonna kill me one day, Lai.”

Laios preened. “I thought that was what you were into.”

Chilchuck whipped around to tell him off, pointer finger primed, and Laios was all smiles. The radiance of it sucked the breath out of Chilchuck’s lungs, the hint of barely restrained laughter. The wine was already making him flush.

“With the party here, though? Really?” Chilchuck hissed. Laios hummed.

“That’s also why I waited,” he said. “Look at ‘em.”

Namari was hooting and hollering as Falin and Marcille chugged cheap beer from their steins, arms hooked around each other in the most primal display of human camaraderie.  It was frankly beautiful, or would have been if Chilchuck wasn’t going to have to make sure a wasted Marcille made it home safe before dragging Laios to the guild house. No one was paying attention. Even Shuro looked like he was having fun.

Chilchuck looked back up at Laios, who cocked his head, waiting for whatever it was Chilchuck clearly wanted to say. Laios looked like he was having fun, too.

Sighing with deep and grave responsibility, Chilchuck reached a hand into the collar of his shirt and pulled at a chain. There was a familiar padlock, small and more of an ornament than any serious piece of hardware, and a dark blue key. Laios’ stomach fell out as Chilchuck unhooked the padlock and stood up on his knees to snap it around the two clasps of his collar, and tucked the chain and key away.

“If anyone asks, you lost a bet,” Chilchuck muttered. Nobody asked.

[sewmice]

Hai as a decently new utapri fan I wanted to ask your opinion on how new fans should get into utapri after finishing the anime. Should they play through the otomes games or maybe try listening to the Masterpiece shows instead?

Welcome to Utapri! I hope you're enjoying the ride so far! And as someone who has been here for 12 years, welcome to Utapri hell, this is your life now! (with love of course)

Since the Masterpiece shows are all alternate universes/acting, it doesn't technically matter? So the real question is, do you like the idol side or the romance side more? Idol side, go for the masterpiece shows. Romance go for the games. And honestly switch around as you please. Just get to SOME game knowledge at some point because that's where you really learn about the boys after all. Personally it's best to know at least a little from everything.

Also the next most important thing will be whether you know Japanese or not. Because currently the anime, movies, and Starish special are the only things available in English. So what you can enjoy is more limited. Shining Live was in English for it's lifespan, and has some archives out there. Live Emotion we can only hope will have an English version but we do not know currently.

Now my answer to assist gets real long so gonna put it under a cut for everyone's sanity.

If you know Japanese, absolutely go enjoy the otome games, all of which have updated ports on the Switch! The release order and thus suggested order would be Repeat, Amazing Aria and Sweet Serenade, Debut, All Star, and finally All Star After Secret. And one day we'll have Dolce Vita.

If you want Quartet Night, while you meet them in Debut, their routes start with All Star. Ringo and Ryuuya have routes in Sweet Serenade and All Star if you're looking for them. Mitsuo in Amazing Aria is well....you'll see.

If you don't know Japanese, I still suggest looking into the games, but your options are more limited. ShiningWonderland has a fantastic crew pushing out translations. They're working on Repeat for Starish and All Star for QN currently. Couple of the routes are finished for at least one ending and others seem to be nearing completion. But I can't speak for that team past that. They are all wonderful people though!

If you don't mind getting a shortened, not amazing experience. There are some old summaries floating around from Breadmasterlee. Those, plus some friends who could understand enough, were how I learned parts of the games back in the day. Not the preferred experience though.

You could also technically struggle your way through with like Google Lens translation? Definitely not recommended though.

As for the masterpiece shows, again if you know Japanese, just enjoy them. If you wanna know what order they released in, the sets were as follows: Masquerade Mirage, Tenka Muteki no Shinobimichi, and Joker Trap Bloody Shadows, Pirates of the Frontier, Every Buddy!, and Polaris Lost Alice, Trios, and The Forest of Lycoris Dreaming of OZ, Never Again Neverland, and Faust Last Cantata

I know that next to last set, the Shining Masterpiece Shows, have translations by Kanasmusings. You can also find translations for some other dramas there, and subtitles for a majority of the stage plays (you will need your own file or DVD/BD).

The most recent Dramatic Masterpiece Shows seem to be works in progress at the moment. I know utapri-translations-uuuu is working on Heavens! And the CDs can be found in my masterlist.

The older ones I don't know off the top of my head if translations exist at all.

There are also Discord servers amongst the community, some public and some private, with resources and amazing people. But I'm not sure on how appropriate it would be to post the public ones. They don't allow piracy so as much as I push buying legally, uh, understandably linking from my blog publicly feels wrong. You can very likely find said discords via the Twitter fandom. Or talk to me in DMs.

This is a lot of info I know. Trying to cover as many bases as I can off the top of my head! Enjoy Utapri!

[sonicchaoscontrol]

Alright, it’s close enough to the holiday here that we can go ahead and get started!

Hello! With all due sincerity, how are you? Have you been well?

It’s been a while, hasn’t it. Is this thing still on? Let me see if I can’t clear a few things up as the Moderator That Was, Once, And May Be Again. Read on for details, my friends! It’s long-winded, but I hope it suffices. If you’re new here, don’t worry about any of this, and simply enjoy the cheeky teaser. I’ll see you soon.

—---------

Of course, the obvious:

It wasn’t right of me to disappear. For three years it’s sat quietly as my greatest shame, and I still feel that guilt all the dang time. I was having such fun! This thing was on a roll! So…what happened in 2019? Truth is - I wasn’t ready. I had a lot of growing to do, both as a person and an artist, and I was winging it way more than I ever should have been allowed to get away with. Around the time I left, my living situation took a drastic turn for the worse, and I quickly arrived at every artist’s greatest enemy: Immense burnout. That shit sent me up in FLAMES. I was kindling in no time flat!

…So, like, what the hell man, where have I been in the years since? Twitter, mostly. Various MMOs. Discord, too. Learning and growing and finally getting my affairs in order. Are things okay now? Well, they’re a lot better than they were! Steady onwards. I’m out of that situation and on the mend. But lately? I’ve had this nagging itch in the back of my brain that it might be time to get back to where I feel I really belong. Revamp this shindig and fix it from the ground up, you know? It’s still a story I want to tell, but I feel that the time I’ve spent away has taught me a lot about how storytelling really works.

So what does the road look like from here?

Here’s how it’s gonna go - first, the fixes. I’d be functionally recycling the story in its current state, filling in the decade-old plotholes, and working with proper pacing ahead of time, instead of simply going page by page and seeing what happened (You don’t want to know what the old process looked like!). This time, updates would be sent out on a steadier, more reliable basis, instead of churning ahead at full throttle and reaching Burnout Station again. I don’t have an accurate estimate of how long this process will take or when new pages would be released, but I’d like to build up a little bit of a buffer, so we’ll see! At the time of this posting, several pages are already in the works - make of that what you will! I’ve also got an editor this time, for bonus points.

Secondly, the administrative aspect. Three years or so is a lot of time to lose grip on a website, and I haven’t actually USED this place in a while. So please bear with me while I make any necessary changes and see about adjusting things under the hood. Yes, the original discord was deleted. No, it doesn’t make it right. Yes, I have a new Sonic/SCC server that's waiting for the right time to go public. Communicate with me on that as we go - is that kind of hub still wanted? We’ll see.

This is an endeavor that will take time and patience, more than I feel I deserve after so suddenly ghosting everyone - mental illness and poor circumstance can make for a downright nasty combination, and I think we’re all juggling various struggles a few years into a worldwide pandemic. I ain’t special, I know a lot of us burned out like so many well-meaning meteors. But all that aside… I think I would like to try again. My inaction back then was borne of a terrible situation and no strength to keep the fire burning, but now? Now, I’m here, and ready to make the attempt.

I can’t promise immediate results, but the keyword here is ‘try’. Coming back to this place and seeing that there were still those hanging on, waiting to see if it would ever dig itself out of the snow? Warmed my heart like you would not believe. I don’t remember the state of mind I was in at the time, nor the current status of… a lot of things, actually, but y’know what, that’s okay. Clean slate. Fresh start. Powdered snow and broken ice.

You’re still here! You thought this was something worth waiting for! I will try my best to live up to that kindness, and do things the right way this time. Thank you for waiting for me.

Got ring? I do.

-Ness / RhythmCrown

[hi-crawler]

Destiny Hive Discord is LIVE!

Hello. @flowers-of-io and I have found that there is a severe lack of a public Hive-themed discord, and we may be known for talking about the Hive constantly in other Destiny servers, including ones centric on other races.

With this fact in mind, we have created a discord for other people who just really like the space shrimp. Currently, the server is ask-for-invitation, where you can DM or send me an ask off anon for the server link. It may get a public link on tumblr in the future, and it may not. We don't know how this is gonna go, but we gotta try it out!

have a worm for your time

[rattyshipss]

reader having killer social anxiety, and Flash taking care of all the social interactions 🫶

he would definitely give both his and the reader’s order when they go eat outside, or pass calls for them. If reader has to talk in front of the class (for a presentation or something) Flash obviously can’t do it for them, but he so helps them through it and reassures them that they did good right after :’)

Of course!🥰 I relate to this on a DEEP level omg (G/n reader)

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You and Flash were heading out of class as it ended when you were stopped by Brad. "Hey guysss, wanna come over to my place after school? I'm throwing a party but you two obviously get early access and I'm totally not just saying that so you guys can help me set up."

Flash was busy on his phone so Brad looked towards you for a reply. Eyes wide as you gestured with your head towards Flash, nudging him as subtly as possible to get his attention, he immediately knew what that meant. "Oh, uhm... maybe, we'd love too man but we might just be too busy but if we're able to we'll totally come!" Brad nodded, content with the answer. "Alright cool, I'll save you guys some pizza just incase!"

Brad exited the classroom, leaving you and Flash to finish gathering your stuff. Flash looked towards you, rubbing your arm to help comfort you. "I figured this way you'd have time to decide if you wanna go or not and if not we have an easy out." Flash smiled before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

This was just one of the moments he helped you out with for your anxiety, and he was more than happy to.

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Whenever you and Flash went out to eat together, which was often because as much he loved taking you out to the fanciest most high end places he also loved you out for cute little fast food dates, he always ordered for you. He had no problem with it, if something he did could help you feel better in any way he'd do it, he didn't care what it was.

The epitome of the "They asked for no pickles" meme. Flash would just automatically do it at this point, knowing how awkward it can feel to have to ask for him to order for you with the server staring at you expectingly. Sometimes he'd even get you comfortable in a booth before he goes up to order so the server doesn't look to you and ask for your order before he can get it out.

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As much as he wanted to say some dumb joke when he answered the phone for you he knew better than to do that, not wanting to upset you he remained mature until the phone call ended before updating you on what they said.

A similar rule applied when you had to be involved in public speaking, although he couldn't do it for you he's help you prepare in any way he can, only throwing out a few jokes here and there to take your mind off of it. The day of the presentation he's your rock, letting you ramble to him as much as you need about your fears, reminding you of how well you're gonna do and how once it's over all you have to do is come relax with him. Purposefully trying to sit near the back of the class so he can give you a giant hug without the prying eyes of your classmates and tell you how proud of you he is.

He'd never ever diminish your anxiety, although he doesn't personally struggle with it to the same extent you do he knows it's very much a real thing and an incredibly tough thing to deal with and he's honestly so impressed at how strong you are for getting through all the effects of it. He's so so proud of you for living with anxiety. He just hopes his dumb jokes don't annoy you too much.

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@lxsm2 I hope you like it!🥰 Anxiety/social anxiety is the absolute devil so I hope this can help even a little bit🥺💖

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | sixteen

In silent screams, in wildest dreams...I never dreamed of this *Noah's POV* “So what should we do now?” Ellie looked deep in thought as we left the aquarium and started to walk towards her car. I opened her car door for her, giving her ass a smack as she got in. I couldn’t help myself, she looked so damn good in those shorts. “Do you remember our first night when I mentioned that wine bar I go to?” “Of course I do.” I mused, grabbing her hand and kissing it. “Wanna go there?” “I’d love to.” She beams at me as she scrolls through her Spotify. “Do you like The Weeknd?” “I love him.” I replied as she rerouted her gps for our next destination. House of Balloons filled the car speakers as we pulled out of the parking lot. “Trilogy is my favourite album of his.” “I’m starting to think we’re the same person.” She laughs before sending me the sweetest smile. She crosses her legs and puts on her sunglasses, making me miss her bright eyes. I caught myself looking over the ocean and the stunning view of Vancouver as we drove over a bridge, California was beautiful but it had nothing on this.

“Wow, I can see why you come here a lot.” We walked into the bar and this place looked like it belonged in Euphoria, it was so aesthetically pleasing. It was a small intimate place, dark interior, the bartenders looked like they stole my tour look, but I’ll let that slide. We opted for a quiet corner with a couch so we could sit close to each other. “What’s good here?” I asked her as I kissed her shoulder, I couldn’t get enough of her right now and she didn’t seem to mind. “Everything. They have flight boards like the beer ones we got the other day, we could do that?” She turns her face slightly, her lips were so close to me and I was fighting every urge to have my way with her on this couch. “Whatever you want, darling.” She widened her eyes at me, the shade of pink her face flushed was becoming my favourite colour. We ordered two flights that were a combination of a various fruit wines and a dark chocolate one which I was the most excited to try. “I don’t know if this makes sense but this what I picture The Death of Peace of Mind would look like if it was a bar.” “That…actually makes a lot of sense.” I replied as I bit my lip looking over at her. Her eyes were like a beacon in this dark setting. “I mean the bartenders stole my look, so.” “Please.” She laughs, rolling her eyes. The server came over with our wines and even the presentation of them blew me away. This place was definitely becoming a favourite already, mostly because the aesthetics mirrored Ellie’s so well. I grabbed the dark chocolate one and took a sip, it was so fucking smooth and rich. We took sips of the other ones and while I enjoyed them, I ended up ordering a full glass of the dark chocolate one because I couldn’t get enough of it. “Does this have some aphrodisiac witchcraft in it or something?” I partially joked because “It might.” Ellie sent me her bedroom eyes as she popped a chocolate covered blueberry into her mouth, taking her time removing her finger from her lips. I was going absolutely insane. “Is that a problem?” “Not at all.” I replied taking a sip of my wine, the liquid filling my stomach with warmth. “So, not a problem if I were to…” She trailed off, her hand going under the table, running it up my thigh and playing with the drawstrings on my shorts. Her hand went lower, feeling me get hard for her, she was making me sweat with anticipation. She had this way of making reality disappear because I forgot we were in public, thank god for the dark lightning. She stopped and reached for her wine as she had a shit eating grin on her face, basking in her glory of teasing me. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.” I growled, applying pressure to her thigh that made her gasp. Now who has the shit eating grin on their face?

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

You’ll need the context of Victor’s Springtime Revival Date for the phone calls as they contain crucial references. So, make sure to read the event story and date first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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[Note]: The first call takes place during the 12 days separation period, and the second call happens after the date~ ♡

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【1st Call】

Victor: It’s hardly been half an hour into the beginning of work time, and a certain someone already has the time to slack off?

MC: Victor, how did you find the time to call?

Victor: It’s break time for me now. In just ten minutes of not looking at my phone, over twenty messages have popped up.

Victor: When I clicked to see, it was either a bunch of emojis or a link to a short clip. You even changed your profile picture and sign on Moments within this time.

Victor: You said you were gonna go to the set to supervise, are these the things you planned on doing?

MC: Of course not. Actually, it’s because I’ve been stuck in traffic for an hour. I haven’t gotten to the set yet.

MC: From what it seems, I’m only five kilometers away. But the cars at the front are not moving at all. It seems there’s been a bump between two vehicles or something.

MC: If it weren’t for the equipment in the trunk, I would have gotten out of the car and walked on foot.

Victor: Dummy. Five kilometers is not a short distance, don’t be silly.

MC: I won’t. I was just saying. I’m fine, I was just a little bored, that’s all.

MC: But hearing your voice now, my fretful mind has already gotten a lot better! Are you still busy, though? I’m not holding you up, am I?

Victor: No. There are still fifteen minutes left before the next session starts, so I can keep you company for a while.

Victor: I’ve watched the video you sent me. When I get back, we can take pictures of Pudding in that similar model.

Victor: About the three pajamas, the duckling set is suitable for wearing at home, and the rabbit ear set is thicker in comparison, so it’s more suitable for going out to pick up the deliveries.

Victor: Also, the travel blog article is too long. So, I’ll read it after the meeting and tell you about it afterward.

MC: Victor, I’m so moved… you actually read every single message I sent carefully.

MC: Although you’ve always been like this, at this moment when I’m stuck in traffic, it has a special meaning for me!

Victor: …dummy. The desire to share comes from an emotional attachment, so of course, I won’t miss it.

MC: Hehe, I know~ To hear you say that like this, it feels like being stuck in traffic for an hour won’t be so bad.

MC: …ah! The car is moving.

Victor: Why do you sound so reluctant?

MC: Of course I do. I was clearly hoping that the car would start moving at once, but now I want to be stuck in traffic for five more minutes.

MC: Like this, I can talk to you a little longer. After all, you have meetings these days…

Victor: There’s no need to be depressed. The break schedule for this conference is reasonable, and there won’t be any lack of phone calls.

Victor: Alright, let’s get to work. The weather has been dry lately, so remember to drink plenty of water.

Victor: I’m hanging up now.

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【2nd Call】

Victor: I got your email. There were about 1 GB of images, and it took me quite a while to go through them.

Victor: So you’ve been giggling all morning today looking at these pictures?

MC: Yup. I happened to stumble upon this website in the morning, where you can composite images using special techniques.

MC: Users can upload images and combine them with the resources from the public library to create special effects.

MC: So, I uploaded our photos to try it out.

Victor: The quality of most of the images is pretty good. Seems like the technology of this site is quite mature.

Victor: However, a certain someone better explain the “Cat Victor” folder to me.

MC: Hahaha, that’s the set I’ve combined with utmost care!

MC: Although Rembrandt-style and Picasso-style Victor each have their own artistic beauty, I still like the little kitty the best!

Victor: In your eyes, do I resemble these pictures?

MC: Yes! Look at the whiskers; it brings the feeling of a little bit of grandeur and reserve, a little bit of aloofness, and a little bit of insouciance…

MC: Don’t they resemble the cat Victor during the Evol abnormality?

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to their Interflowing Date~ 

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Victor: I think you’ve been looking at electronic screens too much lately, and we need to have you see an ophthalmologist.

MC: Humph. If you don’t like it, I will enjoy these results all by myself from now on and won’t share them with you.

Victor: It’s okay. I don’t dislike it.

Victor: LFG invested in a pilot project a few years ago, and it had a similar image-processing technology.

Victor: The results of that project, however, are mainly used for historical research and medical guidance.

MC: I didn’t know that you’d already set foot even in this domain long ago…

Victor: I’m simply in charge of the investment decisions, not the specific operations.

Victor: Anyway, compared to those pretty pictures, I like this “old age” folder more.

Victor: The photos have a strong sense of realism and farsightedness.

MC: I like them too!

MC: Even though the generated “grandpa” Victor has wrinkles all over his face, he is still as handsome and prideful as ever~

Victor: Likewise. Even though a certain someone in the photos is old, she is still very cute.

MC: When I was looking at these photos, I was reminded of our nostalgic trip a few days ago.

MC: In the future, when we become old and gray, we will composite a few “back to youth” pictures!

Victor: There’s no need for that.

Victor: Every photo taken with you will be stored and backed up securely, so we won’t lose them.

Victor: If you want to “experience youth,” how about setting aside some time this weekend to go out with me and feel the spring?

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[peachchiips]

Hello hi, it's me again! Here to formally announce my comeback and explain the abrupt hiatus :,^)

This is very lengthy because this isn't drafted and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible because I felt bad for suddenly disappearing and I have to get personal/serious (gonna talk about parental abuse here) so that's why there's a read more, hopefully that doesn't bother you!

I would reblog this to @hollowed-vessels but I straight up forgot the login stuff I used for that blog 🙏 but I'll talk more about that later after the life update trust

So to begin, I'm aware I suddenly dropped all activity around 10 months ago. And I know I missed a lot in my circles, which is my bad :,^) At first it was because I was almost finished with my first half of my secondary education (public college -> private college.) However my plan fell apart once I got rejected to said private college. I had other places to go to in mind, but my home situation isn't exactly the best and I can't really do much without family approval first.

Without getting into potentially identifying details, my mom is a huge contributor to a lot of the issues I have mentally and emotionally. She put a huge financial strain on me and while I understand where she's coming from, I already can barely handle my education and can't add a job onto that as well. Not to mention the already terrible job outlook nowadays. I would open commissions since that's the only work I can do well, but my mom doesn't really believe that it's a thing even though I explained it to her many times. Plus I wanted to put all my efforts into my education first. It was already getting pretty bad around the time I suddenly stopped writing here, but it got to it's peak roughly three months ago.

I ended up running away after she kicked out my sibling and threatened to do the same to my other sibling. After finishing my last semester I just took my belongings and left with said other sibling. I didn't care what my living conditions would be, anywhere was better than being entirely alone.

I know it sounds bad to just dump that but please don't worry about me! I'm fine now that I'm posting this! I have a roof over my head, still have my siblings, and I can still pursue my education! That's all that matters to me tbh :,^)

I do plan on opening commissions soon since I can still do art thankfully, but I also plan on getting back into rp here since I really do miss interacting with all my mutuals here. I also might try to post more even though all my ideas are just my art so far. I would try to be more personal by sharing my interests/life happenings but I'm more of the person that pops up to drop the wildest life updates + my interests either last 1 month or 1 year no in between

I still have some asks and ideas left for my IDV OC blogs, which I will get to! Once I remember my login stuff which again, straight up forgot 💀 worst comes to worst I have to rebrand to a multimuse main blog that might be multifandom as well, which I'll announce if either happens!

If you want to contact me on discord (whether through the servers we share or dms), you absolutely can! I wanna reach out to everyone but I still got plenty of things to do like making commission examples and going back to school :,^)

Tl;dr, left my previous life behind, now just chilling enough for me to try to be active on the internet again. Also gonna try to get back on that rp/art grind 💪

If you read all the way to here, thank you for your time! Don't forget your clicks and have a good day/night!

[mallowmaenad]

my new political ideaology is that I get a device called the dipshit detector that removes self-important white people’s ability to use cellphones for 1 month and I don’t fucking care if this is a fascist dictatorshit i actually would turn joe biden into joe woke and donald trump into pronoun trump if i see one more loud mouthed straighty act like their opinion fucking matters im introducing their shy 9 year old son to my little pony i cant fucking take this shit yes fuck it throw republicans in concentration camps they’re practically begging for it they wont shut the fuck up about how theyre gonna be hunted down and killed wish granted bitch blam blam its wabbit season bitch im sick of liberals im sick of voting im sick of norway if youre even slightly uncomfortable around gay people you should be set on fire black power asian power jewish power latino power and i fucking mean it im not just buying the stupid 30$ tshirt on fckhate.com the worst thing to ever happen in american history is abraham lincoln not publicly executing every confederate general and outlawing slavery full stop we literally live in starship troopers we are trapped in a shitty gmod half life dark rp server yeah I do think you’re basically a terrorist if you go to disney land and i also think that if the first words out of your mouth when the rustbelt gets set on fire is “those dirty rednecks deserve it” ill show you a fucking redneck you fucking yank prick you fucking racist i wish hilary clinton would explode on live tv charitys are fucking fake theyre as fake as those cardboard towns in north korea oppenheimer was a limpdick pussy and fallout is becoming a game franchise that fetishizes the mass genocide of asians and i want todd howard pinned under a large rock for it spec ops the line wasn’t ugly enough there is a conspiracy started by the cosmetics, nutrition and fashion industry in collaboration with the upper class descendants of fucking typhoid “moneybags” marys to fool the masses that fat people aren’t hot as fuck. My body and mind and soul degrade with the week because of yhe shit ass menial labor yhey made me do and the fucking lead in gasoline and world war 1 started a chain reaction of fathers beating their kids and wives because it’s cheaper to buy a gun than go to therapy because we’re fucking warhammer orks without any of the endearing mental stupidity we live in mordor. we live in fucking mordor. it literally does not matter who is president our two political parties are Nazis and Neo-Nazis bernie sanders was the closest thing to a centrist this country has ever seen. capitalism grinds up joy into a paste to divvy out on 500$ gucci toothpicks public urination should be legal rent is theft corporations are agents of satan who is jesus christ who is not jesus of nazareth jesus christ is the poster boy of white supremacy i fucking hate Hamilton white people should listen to MORE rap i want to get my dick sucked at a death grips concert. Laundromats and burger joints where you can get a meal for 5$ are far more important than police stations and walmart. pop anarchists want to personally confiscate your wheelchair uou fuckers treat yhis like a game fuckin e girls with hammers and sickles in their icons arguing about what form of communism or socialism or whateverism is right when bitch that is a pipe dream you are going to die in captivity arguing about which dragon ball z character is the strongest (girl broly) at least go punch a hole in your wall and fuck it to prove you’re human you facebook fetishist jesus christ every other day i want a biblical death just so my fucked up thouhhts mean something i need a fuckingjason vorhees bitch wheres the yandere tea party this is all so fucked up its not fucking real the christian god hates you whoever says otherwise is trying to make you a fucking slave. Mormonism and scientology should be wiped off the map any religion formed after the invention of the gun is a fucking pyramid scheme i wish i was a 9 foot toll shark lady with hugebrealssta so i could fucking knock over thechrystler building

DO 9/11 AGAIN

[thegayclarinetist]

this is gonna be a long one, probably with a bunch of trailing points, but I feel like I need to write this down.

truly sucks how the widespread availability of the internet has just… fucked over the youngest members of the lgbtq community.

PLEASE HEAR ME WHEN I SAY THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK ON PUBLIC SUPPORT GROUPS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT

I think a big problem that many of the ~20-30 year old tumblr thinkpiece writers have been unaware of is the actual state of lgbt youths. It’s a problem of marketability politics, feelings of social isolation, mental illness, social media systems, and our good ol’ friend Capitalism.

I will state here that I have firsthand, personal experience with this stuff. i’ve got a severe case of “ADhD where it makes me think a lot about stuff that i’m not exactly an expert on but i have a lot to say about”, so I may be wrong in some parts or leave off on topics that i meant to come back to.

First, i want to talk about Mental Illness and LGBT identities! When I was a tween/ early teenager, i figured out I was gay. Many children like me figure this out, around the time when we have a need for personal identity, but not an amazing grasp on the systems that shape our world. so when we take to social media to communicate about this, we have a strong desire to seek out others similar to us. I’ll get to social media a bit later.

social media is built out of, and constructs it’s own, systems that shape our understanding of the world. And as queer people, young(12-14) queer people fall into these systems in ways that they don’t yet understand. but they have a very strong desire to understand themselves and their identities, the communities around those identities, etc. as an insecure young Gay boy, i found myself on twitter and Discord servers, desperately trying to find a way to participate.

here’s where I’ll talk about social media! It sucks. it truly, really fucking sucks. and i’ll get to why eventually. so we have these young queers. they join some social media group and look up some gay creator or trans artist. they look up and follow these people that share identities. the algorithmic nature of social media reccomends them more. and as Young, malleable minds, they start to pick up on

THE DISCOURSE

hmm. shit.

and because they don’t understand said discourse, they pick up the first few most reasonable posts, add it to their idea of “what this identity is/means/should be”. they see the posts that are targeting and harassing certain creators. so they pick up why these creators are bad. and then the algorithm pushes them to the logical endpoint of this system: the Echo Chamber.

I’ve been through this cycle.

it’s scary, BUT I DIDNT KNOW WHY I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SCARED.

because as a mentally ill gay teenager, I didn’t need to worry about the minutia of transgender infighting based on philosophies of gender. no teenager does. but I was pushed towards these communities and I was adding these ideas to my head. And it’s happening exponentially more, and more severely, to each group of 12-13 year olds because of the growths of these communities.

and being 12-13 sucks, because you are old enough to be subject to some of these systems I mentioned, old enough to feel the need to _do something_, but not old enough to understand that they’re not talking about YOU. the algorithm on twitter doesn’t give a shit if you’re 12-13 and you follow gay people. it shows you the discourse meant for 23-27 year olds. and you don’t know that your mind is being influenced in these ways!

I’m gonna talk about my specific experience with this to maybe clarify what i mean a bit.

I, newly gay, previously a Gifted Education kid, with a lot of ideas and the stubbornness to match, download twitter and discord. I am immediately greeted with discourse. I had already educated myself a bit about how social media twists narratives from watching things like Contrapoints, etc, so i had at least a little bit of a safety net. so i read the discourse, i am subjected to trump tweets and political rants and righteous anger. I, as a 13 year old on the bus rides home from school, start to “learn” about slur discourse, transmedicalism, reaganomics, etc. i start to argue with MAGA dumbasses. i start to try and help people figure out their identities. i memorize all the pride flags.

on discord, i see all of the pronoun roles and the identity roles and emojis. overloaded. i think to myself “it is my job to learn these all, because Twitter told me I am a BAD PERSON if i don’t learn ALL THE LABELS”. I am confronted with these people who i talk to on VCs, text chats, etc, who all have gone through the same pipeline as me. i start to hang out on there a lot. i start to think of myself as a Knowledgeable Expert on queer identities(as a 13 year old). some of the people I was online “friends” with left. some of the popular users leave. i think to myself,”I am one of the Popular people on here. I know what’s up”.

i am exposed to more discourse about binding, tucking, transgender surgery, etc. on twitter.

at some point, i came out to my parents, and i soon stopped interacting on Discord and deleted twitter.

i finally made some queer friends IRL. the kind, who, like me, were subjected to that pipeline.

but i started to realize that the way they were acting was… too much. trying to fight some other friends of mine because they said the wrong microlabel. so i decided to let the overly concerned friends go. i re-educated myself about queer identities. i read a book! it was great. i realized that i wasn’t mature enough to need to give a shit about any of that yet.

i’ll continue this in a reblog i need to get a fresh post open.

[harmcityherald]

you know, that's the first time I wrote that out about brandy. I should be worried how it makes me look maybe. I don't know. its the fucking truth and that's one thing the whole 10 billion of you get from me on whatever page I word vomit on. I don't care who I vomit on. I don't care if I offend you with the truth. Quite different than offending you with a lie. Or a pop up puppet of something I want you to think I am. I don't like lies. that comes from my transgender experience. (clutch your pearls) If you know what the "talk" is, then you know.

Yes, dear readers I had "the talk" more than once. I made rules for myself. those rules still live inside me just like ranny still lives inside me. So yea I got this big thing about lies and facades and manufacturing false impressions. I broke the heart of a man from Australia who I was quite head over heels for. I have never forgotten it.

In second life there was eddie. he bought the best penis in sl, according to him. they all loved eddie. I was the dj. but he took a shine to me, naturally. eddie was from sweden. he was a good guy. violently hetero though. to him I was the brunette dj with all the tattoos. the librarian no less. so he asks me, middle of a set mind you, if I want to come back to his place and try out his new washing machine. if you sit on it you have an orgasm. my partner in crime, danana, was like you GOTTA go!!! omg its eddie. im like but...but....the talk.

fuck the talk dont tell him shit lol.

I just cant do that, I will find a way. he deserves the truth. this was post wash so that pain was fresh.

so my show ends and now all the girls see me leaving with eddie lol. my dms are blowing up but I go. honestly I want to see this washing machine. so we make small talk and he gets frisky and I let him to a point and then he sits me on this washing machine. its just like a pose ball. it animates your avatar having an orgasm and thats when I chose my time.

"Eddddiiiieeed IIii hhhaaavvve sooooomethiiing tooooo tellll yooooooou." because im like a sext drama machine right? "Iiiiimmmm a maaaaan." now in sl we owned our land. i owned my library grounds and I have the power to kick anyone from the server. that bitch blew me off that washer and strait out his place and I fucking land right in the middle of the party place like digital karma that cant exist. danana says you told him didn't you. Im like yea but that was funny as shit. eddie stayed friends and I didn't ride him too hard. later after I had left sl I learned that eddie died. I was very sad about that. my point? I wouldn't even lie to sl fonzie with the "best dick in sl" in a chat room with cartoons because thats what it was and thats what the metaverse will devolve into. trust me. I been there. what was special about sl were the people who accepted me. danana and wash and delphi and eif and amari and kasey. who I was extremely honored to meet in DC at a library convention where she entered my digital library on to the list of accredited libraries. we were only there a year. after that 50 bucks a month for my pixel world became too much. that plus I had lost the line between fantasy and reality. maybe fantasy is the wrong word. ranny is there. she has always been there. but so is xid and greg and max. there's a secret for you too. ran-xid. sun and moon. duality you can not imagine and I pity you that you can not experience it. I was bringing ran into the real world. you got questions and maybe I will answer you someday. maybe not. I chose my grandkids. I made the most feminine decision of my life. To be the man they needed. The one I was good at being. so there's your answer. but ranny? she still talks to me. I don't remember how this post started. oh yes, brandy. and my questionable admissions to the greater public. there's a hundred other stories. hopefully I have time to tell them all so the entire world hates me lol. I love you, all 10 billion of you. even you, stalking me from fb like you gonna tell someone some juicy shit about me. go ahead everybody knows and I never lie. unless I see someone shoplifting food. then I didn't see shit, officer. so yea that's a lie I would tell.

lol most people's aversion to lies is religion. mine ain't. lol.

[nojey]

finally

feral boys x streamer!reader (separate)

genre: fluff, crack

warning(s): none

synopsis: the feral boys finally meet their favorite streamers

dreamwastaken / clay

word count: 407

the day you met dream, you were on the phone with your best friend george, also known as georgenotfound

the day you met dream, you were on the phone with your best friend george, also known as georgenotfound

he was speedrunning on stream while you were on a discord call with him

his viewers knew who you were, not only because you were george’s best friend but also because you were a streamer too

you weren’t a big one but well known for how well you play battle box in mcc

george was about to end his stream after an unsuccessful speed run when he asked you something

“you know dream right?”

“yeah, of course, he’s one of your other best friends” you answered

“are you okay with me adding him to the call?” he asked you.

“uh sure, but aren’t you gonna end stream?” 

“no, i will after this.” he giggled

“why? are you trying to embarrass one of us?” you asked him suspiciously.

“you don’t have to worry about that.” 

you heard a ding from discord, indicating that someone joined your voice chat

“hello? dream?” george asked.

“george. why? why are you doing this to me?” dream asked.

“hi dream,” you smiled.

“uh, hi. hi (y/n).”

“george why did you add me to the call?” he asked george.

“well, i know how much you like watching their stream. and considering you’re both my best friends, why not introduce you! perfect right? anyways. i’m gonna end my stream now. let’s raid karl. and you two can talk to each other. bye now!” he left the call so now it was just you and dream in the vc

it really warmed your heart that someone with such a big platform liked watching your streams since it had been quite hard to gain a following since you started streaming

“hi dream,” you said once again

he sighed. “hi (y/n).” “i really didn’t want him to do that, i didn’t want this to be the first time we meet, you know. i just love watching your streams so much and i wanted it to, honestly, be in person. but you know, george does what he thinks he shou-”

“it’s okay dream, i’ve actually been looking forward to meeting you, considering you’re also one of george’s best friends. but i do agree, he does tend to do whatever he puts his mind to.”

after you calmed his nerves, his conversation skills skyrocketed and the conversations flowed very easily

you guys spent the rest of the night talking 

georgenotfound / george

word count: 326

being a minecraft streamer and a hypebeast got you some recognition

you were a hypebeast model on instagram and when you had announced you started streaming minecraft on twitch you had grown pretty easily

it didn’t take you time before you were invited to join mcc

not just because you had a big following but because you were actually really good at playing

since you didn’t really know any other mc streamers you got placed in a group with people you had never met

their names were Ph1lzA, WilburSoot, and GeorgeNotFound

the first time you talked to them, they welcomed you with open arms and we so nice

“hi (y/s/n)! i’m philza but you can just call me phil,” he introduced.

“hi phil!” you responded.

“i’m wilbur, is this gonna be your first mcc?” wilbur asked.

“yeah, it is. i’m actually really nervous.” you laughed a bit, to get the nerves out.

“ah okay, well no worries. we were all beginners before. don’t worry about trying to score high, just have fun!” phil assured.

“we’re just waiting for one other person and we’ll get started on the practice.” phil continued.

“okie dokie,” you said. you put yourself on mute and wiped the sweat off your hands on your pants. 

“hello, hello, sorry i’m late. had trouble starting the server.” you heard. 

“well nice of you to join us george.” wilbur said.

“yeah, yeah. hi philza, hi wilbur, hi (y/s/n)- wait, (y/s/n)??” he stuttered

“hi george?,” you said softly.

“oh my god, i’ve watched your streams before, they’re really cool. i enjoy watching them.” he rambled.

you giggled

“well thank you,” you said, still giggling a little.

for the rest of the day you all practiced, everyone giving you pointers, but george watching carefully to make sure you understood the pointers you were getting

and if you didn’t then he knew to tell you which part you were kind of misunderstanding

sapnap

word count: 398

you met sapnap long before you became a streamer

you were a big fan of sapnap

and one day you ran into him in public

it was a short interaction but it really meant a lot to you

so you asked for a picture to remember the moment by

after you took the picture you said your goodbyes and you were extremely excited

a few weeks after than interaction you had made the decision to start streaming

you were thinking about becoming one for a long time and after meeting sapnap you made your decision 

because you wanted to be the type of person sapnap was to you

and be a person someone looked up to and meet people that felt the way about you that you feel about sapnap

you’d been a streamer for a few months when you got a raid from sapnap himself

his viewers were suggesting he raided you so he did

you freaked out, you gained a small following and the fact that sapnap decided to raid you? amazed

but what you didn’t know was that he kept watching you

after he saw how appreciative you were he wanted to watch more and he got intrigued

so he followed you and started watching your streams almost every time you streamed whenever he wasn’t busy

after about 2 years of streaming you got a very big following

your supporters were stalking your twitter and found the picture of you and sapnap when you both met

they then began to repost it on twitter tagging the both of you

you saw it and replied, “LMAO i look so small. but big shoutout to sapnap for raiding me as a small streamer and making all this possible <3″

he saw your reply and his eyes went big

HE MET YOU BEFORE!??

he then proceeded to respond to your tweet, “we’ve met before??”

and it went back and forward

“yeah, it was before i was a streamer, we met at like.. the grocery store lol”

“i literally had no idea you were a fan of me”

“yup, i’ve been for the past 3 years”

“dude after i raided you i started watching your streams and you became my favorite streamer”

“well,, you’re still my favorite streamer ;)” 

after that sapnap dmd you asking if you guys could meet in person again

and who could pass up that offer

karl jacobs

word count: 510

you and karl met at twitchcon

you had recently become a big streamer and this was your 2nd time going to twitchcon

1st time having a meet and greet

meeting your supporters meant so much to you 

you finally get to give each of them a hug, and it may not be all of them but seeing this many people come out to meet you meant more than anyone could imagine

but being at twitchcon also meant you could meet your streamer friends 

which made everything 10x more exciting

you decided to meet up with your friend, valkyrae and you guys were going to a creator party

when you finally got to see her you gave her a huge hug that lasted a while because it was the first time you were meeting in person

once you both reached the venue of where the party was being held you all met up with your other friends. you hadn’t met any of them in person but rae had

you saw sykkuno, lily, michael, toast, and a few other people and smiled really big, excited to see all of them

you finally got to them and pulled them into a group hug

“you guys!! oh my god it feels so good to finally meet all of you!” you said.

“it’s nice to meet you in person, (y/n).” sykkuno said smiling at you

you let go of the hug and remembered everyone else that they were with

“hi! i’m (y/s/n) but you can just call me (y/n),” you said with a smile.

“this is karl, poki, and scarra.” toast introduced.

you saw karl and poki whispering to each other while you got into a conversation with everyone else.

poki coughed and said, “hey guys! don’t we have to go to that thing, right? that thing.” hinting at something, looking between you and karl.

you’re pretty sure everyone caught on and they all agreed.

“oh yeah! that thing!”

“yeah, we should probably go!”

“yup, don’t wanna be late to that thing.”

you looked at them with an unimpressed look as they walked away, looking behind their shoulders to see you and karl standing there.

“hi, i’m-i’m karl, i’m sorry about that. i just told poki that you’re like literally my favorite streamer and i guess she wanted us to talk more? i don’t know, but it’s really nice to meet you.” karl said.

you laughed as you quickly understood your friends weird behavior

“yeah, you raided me a few times- thank you for that by the way. it helped me a lot in growing my fanbase and i don’t think i’d be where i am if you hadn’t raided me.” you smiled at him. he beamed and smiled back at you.

“yeah, no, it was no problem. like i said you’re literally my favorite streamer and being able to help you with that is absolutely insane to me.”

for the rest of the party, your friends could see both of you talking the night away

and maybe even dance together

quackity

word count: 428

finding out what to do for stream was kinda hard when pretty much all your friends were busy

but then you got a text from karl, asking if you wanted to play jackbox with him and a few friends

you accepted, knowing you wouldn’t have anything else to stream

in the lobby it would be you, karl, dream, sapnap and a few other people you didn’t know

when it was finally time to play, you started up your stream and introduced what you’d be playing that night

“hey guys, welcome welcome, welcome. today i’m gonna be playing jackbox with karl, dream, sapnap, and a few other of karls friends.” 

you joined the vc and immediately heard a lot of boys talking very loudly

you let out a small, “hello?” 

somehow everyone heard you and stopped talking

“(y/n)!” karl yelled out.

dream and sapnap let out a “hi, (y/n)” and you said hello back.

“hi everyone, i’m (y/s/n) but you all can call me (y/n)” you introduced yourself.

eveyrone else said hi and introduced themselves

you found out you were playing with quackity, wilbur, tommy, and techno too

during mad verse city karl was going against quackity and his rap went something like this

“you talk so weird, i’m gonna need translator, next time (y/n)’s here they’re gonna be a hater, because your big crush on them i’ll see ya later”

your mouth was wide open while all the boys started teasing quackity

“what the fuck! i don’t have a crush on them!” 

quackity ended up losing that one.

after the game and you ended you stream you asked quackity to stay

“hi quackity,” you said, with an energetic voice

“... hey, (y/n)” 

“sooo, was what karl said true?” you asked.

“mm not necessarily. it’s not that i have a crush on you. you’re.. just my favorite streamer and you know. this is the first time i’m meeting you and i was telling all of them that i’m nervous because i’ve never talked to you before and i think you’re a great streamer and that you put out really funny content and i didn’t wanna embarrass myself but. karl did that for me.” he rambled

you giggled

“i think that’s really cute. thank you for supporting me. you can dm me on twitter or discord if you ever wanna play sometime.” you told him and left the vc.

you then saw all the boys you were playing with pile into the vc and you could only imagine what they were talking about.

[solari-writes-things]

*walks up to the counter like I’m ordering a Big Mac* uuuhhh hi may I please request some dating headcanons or a sfw alphabet for Maxim/Kapkan? Idk about you but I have such a thing for all the spetsnaz boys 🥰 and your headcanons for Timur were 👌🏼

✨ Solari Says: THANK YOU! I absolutely love the Spetsnaz, all of them have a special place in my heart. My favorites are Timur and Alexsandr, but I find it easiest to write for all of them. And to put it lightly? I have a discord server of friends where we all scream over the R6 ops, the Russians are the most popular LOL. I hope you enjoy, I'm doing some headcanons!

🛑 WARNINGS: NONE! 🛑

✨ pairing: Kapkan x Reader

gif credit: @sparkling-opal

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Listen, of all the people that you got along with at Rainbow, Maxim was not one that you thought you would connect with.

He was just as quiet as Shuhrat, minus little quips.

He had a passion for traps and hunting, which is the one thing that seemed to deter a lot of people.

Mostly because his collection of knives and other lethal equipment.

You could never understand it, really.

Like, why would anyone run away from it? You were all in an elite organization.

It's not like he was intense about it when showing them to you, either, just a little standoffish.

Maybe due to the last couple times he had indirectly been rejected.

Not that he was upset about it. He was always prepared for something of that nature.

But when you decided to come back the next day and speak to him about hunting spots that you wanted to check out, he was surprised.

Not many people could click with him about the things he liked doing.

Sure, they'd at least try to listen, but you were trying to reach out and connect.

The other Spetsnaz were just as surprised as he was, but not deterred.

It was about time someone shocked Maxim.

After that, though, you seemed to find yourself gravitating towards him.

Unpacking him was like pulling apart a box of fragile things.

Little bits of information about him, his past, his other hobbies like psychology.

Each thing you seemed to cater to and remember every aspect of, as much as you could, and he took notice.

It was when he began to notice his emotions towards you. How he would find himself thinking of you when he was quiet, daydreaming.

How he would end up on the defense, should someone slander your name in public or look at you the wrong way when they see the both of you walking around Herefordshire.

You would spend a lot of time in nature with him. Walks around the lake, kind of keeping away from civilization. You felt that he was beginning to get burnt out around people.

But, never around you.

His confession was way less intense than you ever pictured it to be.

On a peaceful walk with the two of you, and he brought it up quite easily.

You had figured he would stumble on his words quite a bit, but he didn't.

You weren't gonna lie to yourself, either, you were proud of him for bringing it up.

You admitted it easily, and seeing the relief in his eyes brought some sort of solace to yours.

He was always so pensive, even with his unit.

When you two are official, the other boys are constantly teasing him for it.

Not like it matters to him, he just jokes right back in his own Maxim™ way.

But to say you are elated would be an understatement.

Connecting with him felt like such a delicate process, and for it to end up in this solution was something you never expected to happen.

He's always got an arm around you, a hand on yours. He has to be touching you, somehow, to ensure that he is still around.

His hugs were startlingly loving, for someone who seemed as scary on introduction as he was.

His first kiss with you was just as gentle, something you would never expect to get out of him.

He never hesitates to tease you, though, so you tend to keep an eye on him when you are around him.

Not that you mind.

In fact, spending most of your time together looking at him was something that he quite enjoyed.

Something in him was amused at the fact that sometimes you were so careful.

Not a bad careful, just careful in the sense of keeping him in check when you were in a group.

God forbid he flustered you in public.

The one time he did, you never heard the end of it from Alexsandr.

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