#we love lost media we love it so much it's one of our special interests . it also terrifyes us

[euclydya]

at one point the entirety of theCN live block was lost media???!!!! or at least partially lost???? what the fuck what the aFUCK!

[lucy90712]

Can you do a pedri x gf!reader imagine where she’s with him during all of The Residency shoot & sees that the girl social media worker has been getting a little too close for comfort. Gf tries to stay calm the whole time until she finally snaps & then she thinks pedri is gonna be upset at her but he’s actually really turned on by the fact that she’s territorial of him

A/n: I changed it up a bit as I don’t usually write stuff like this so I hope it’s ok

WC: 2.1k

Yesterday afternoon Pedri asked me to go with him to his shoot with the residency today because he gets a bit awkward when on camera so he wanted me to be there so there was a familiar face in the room. Of course I agreed to go as I always love spending time with him and I think it's sweet that he wants me there but I'm definitely a little bit nervous too. I have always been really anxious about meeting new people so to be in a room full of them is a bit nerve wracking for me but I am going to be there for Pedri and I'm sure everything will be fine.

This morning Pedri had training which he brought me to as well because we had to go to the shoot right after. I haven't been to one of his training sessions in a long time so it was nice to see the whole team as I get on with them all really well. Getting to talk to the guys before we had to leave relaxed me as I remembered meeting them all and being so nervous but I survived and now we are all good friends so I will be fine with meeting the crew for the shoot. They all knew where we were going so they told us to have fun and Robert told me to make sure I enjoy myself as he knows how anxious I get. Pablo also sent me a smile which didn't need any words with it as I knew what he was trying to say. 

On the drive Pedri kept me talking about anything other than the shoot and he held my hand tightly to keep me distracted which he is very good at. Once we arrived the crew all came outside to greet us and Pedri got out the car first to say hi before opening my door for me and introducing me to everyone. My anxiety faded quite quickly as everyone was so lovely and they were more interested in Pedri which meant I was able to just blend into the background and take some time to calm down. We all went inside and Pedri got his hair done while someone else explained everything they would be doing which started off with a live stream and then they wanted him to film some TikToks which I just know Pedri will hate. 

"Amor do you want to be on camera?" Pedri asked 

Our relationship is semi public so people know we are together but we don't often post with each other only on special occasions. Most pictures of us together are taken by other people as I don't like to put myself out there too much as I only ever get hate anyway. So being part of a live stream isn't really up my alley but I don't mind if I'm seen in the background.

"I would prefer to not be but I don't mind being seen in the background" I said 

"Thats ok we can keep you out of shot" one of the men there said 

"Thank you" I said 

Once Pedri was ready they got everything up and started the live stream so I sat out of the shot but somewhere were I could still see what was going on. Things started off simply as they got Pedri to play some fifa which he does a lot at home so that made him more relaxed and I could tell he was starting to really enjoy himself. Whenever he scored he looked over in my direction to see my reaction like he does when we are at home so I gave him a big smile which he returned. After the game they made him do karaoke which even I've never seen before as he refuses every time we go out, it was so hard not to laugh at him but I held back my laughter as not to disrupt anything. 

The next thing on the list was a Q&A but most of the questions were things I've heard him answer a million times so I kind of lost focus and started paying attention to other things. As I was doing so I noticed the girl that's part of the team getting rather close to Pedri. I'm used to seeing things like this as fans quite often get close to Pedri or other girls when we go out places but they never go too far so it doesn't really bother me. This girl however was already getting on my nerves as she was constantly staring at him like not taking her eyes off of him. She was also sat really close to Pedri and I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable with her so close but she didn't take the hint, if anything she got closer to him. 

Now that I've noticed it I have found myself constantly looking and getting more annoyed by the second. The girl then touched his hand which he instantly moved out the way but I could feel the jealousy and anger coursing through my veins. I'm not one for confrontation in fact I would usually do anything to avoid it but this girl was really getting on my nerves. She was touching my man right in front of my face without a care in the world which is driving me insane. I know Pedri would never even entertain this on any normal day but today he can't do anything without looking like an asshole in front of thousands of fans on the livestream which is so unfair as this girl is definitely taking advantage of that. If it were possible there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears but it's not so instead I can feel my cheeks heating up in anger. 

Eventually after what felt like hours of torture the livestream ended and Pedri was finally able to escape that girl and come over to where I was sat. He sat next to me and put his arm loosely around my waist which made me feel a whole lot better. As much as I hate what this girl is doing Pedri has done nothing wrong and I need to remember that he loves me not this other girl. Having him by my side made me feel so much better as all of his attention was on me and not on that other girl and he was telling me how he is actually willing to do karaoke with me now. We were having a good time and he was just about to kiss me when the girl came over and rudely interrupted by telling Pedri that they had to get back to filming now. He whispered that he was sorry and the look in his eyes told me that he felt bad but it didn't stop the anger building up in me again. 

She dragged him away from me and outside so I had to follow behind and find somewhere to sit but everywhere I went to sit she made someone move to get in my way. In the end I gave up and just sat on my phone but I made sure to keep an eye on what was going on as I'm no fool so I'm not taking my eyes off that girl. Having my eyes on her made absolutely no difference as she was getting more and more touchy by the second. Instead of just asking Pedri to move to where he was needed she put her hands on his chest and I swear I saw her drag her hand down his abs but that could just be the jealousy taking over.

The longer I was sat there watching the more I felt like I had to do something. My last boyfriend cheated on me because I was too soft and I just let him go out with all these girls because I trusted him but I'm not going to let that happen again. I trust Pedri I really do but I'm not going let some girl take advantage of that he's my boyfriend and she needs to be respectful of that and leave him alone. As they were filming I was thinking about all the outrageous things I could do to put this girl in her place most of which were absolutely crazy and would probably get me arrested and definitely ruin Pedri's reputation but then I thought of a great idea that wasn't too much but got my message across. 

As if the world was reading my mind they stopped filming to take a quick break, I didn't need telling twice so I put my plan into action. I got myself up and wandered over to Pedri with a level of sass I don't think I've ever reached before in my life but it felt great. I walked straight over to Pedri and put my hand on his chest as I stood in front of him which took him by surprise as I don't think I've ever acted like this in my life let alone around him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the girl was staring at the both of us so I put the rest of my plan into action and got on my toes to kiss Pedri. He was still in shock so I was able to kiss him more passionately which helped me release some of the anger I was feeling and it was definitely annoying the girl which is a huge bonus. 

After I pulled away Pedri smiled at me and pressed another kiss to my lips before the girl said they were going to start filming again so I walked away and went back to my position on the outside chair. As I sat down my rush of adrenaline dissipated and along with it went all the extra confidence I had just gathered leaving me feeling awful about what I just did. I'm really not one to do something like that and I'm not really sure why I did it, I mean it's not like Pedri was paying any attention to this girl and we won't ever see her again so it doesn't matter if she was touchy or not. Guilt flowed through my body as I realised that in the heat of the moment I made a stupid decision that probably doesn't paint me in the best light if someone were to tell the story without my side. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and I can't believe I let myself get carried away with it Pedri probably thinks I'm some psycho now as he's never seen me act in such a way in the whole time we've known each other. 

For the rest of the shoot I just sat quietly letting my thoughts take over so when it was finally time for us to leave I politely thanked all the crew and said goodbye before getting out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I was silent on the drive home too as I was still feeling bad about overreacting like that and trying to think of what I could say to Pedri to apologise for embarrassing him in front of a brand he works with. When we arrived home I went straight inside to start making dinner as I feel like I need to do something nice for Pedri to help him forgive me for acting like a crazy woman. 

"Amor is everything ok?" Pedri asked

"Yeah everything's fine" I replied bluntly 

"Come on I know somethings up you were so quiet on the drive home, if it's that girl I promise I would've done more to push her away if I could but I only love you you know that right" he said 

"It's not that I feel awful for acting the way I did" I admitted 

"What do you mean?" He asked 

"The way I kissed you just to get her to back off I shouldn't have done that because it just makes you look bad but I just got so carried away with my jealousy that I couldn't stop myself I'm sorry" I said 

"There's no need to be sorry baby you didn't do anything wrong you just kissed me which you're allowed to do plus I thought it was hot the way you wanted to show her I'm yours" he said 

"Really you didn't think it was too much" I questioned 

"No I loved it you're so hot when you get jealous plus that kiss was amazing 10/10 I might have to make you jealous again so you'll kiss me like that" he joked 

"Please don't do that I can kiss you like that without being jealous" I said 

"Well go on then" he smirked 

[goodbuckcharlie]

https://www.tumblr.com/goodbuckcharlie/744970952822095872/forbidden-things-jeremy-swayman-summary-its

ahhh love it!! part two would so goood!!!!! especially with steph, austin and mitch seeing how in love the two are

Warming up | Jeremy Swayman

Summary: Part two to Forbidden Things. Following up on their secret relationship no longer being secret, Steph, Auston, and Mitch start noticing how truly in love the two are

Warning: swearing, a little slut shaming (for like a second) and mention of blood/injury

Notes: I am glad people liked the last post :) I currently have a Cole Caufield x pro golfer story and a Luke Hughes social media Au both in the works but when I saw this comment I jumped back to this story. Let me know if you guys are interested in either one of those or idk maybe even a part two for my Nico story.

Steph definitely was the first to see how much Jeremy loved Mackie. She realized it at the family dinner that Mitch invited Jer to. It wasn’t even anything special, just watching how Jeremy interacted with the family, she knew he was the one for Mackie.

“So when Maddie set us up on a blind date, she forgot to mention that Mackie was the Executive chef at the restaurant we were going to.” Jeremy was telling the family how his neighbor who just so happened to be Mackie’s best friend, set the two together, “So we were served cold food ,like it wasn’t super cold, but Mackie definitely wasn’t happy. She excused herself and then went to the back. I could hear her scream ‘I’m on a date with a hot ass guy and you guys can’t do your fucking jobs? What the fuck do I pay you guys for!’ She then came back and acted like the whole restaurant didn’t hear her screaming. Let’s just say, I was ready to propose in that second.”

“Okay you are being a bit dramatic,” Mackie corrects, “You only heard what I said cause we were sat by the kitchen. The whole restaurant didn’t hear me scream.”

“Babe, the hostess looked terrified and the poor girl was on the other side of the restaurant.” Everyone laughs as Mackie gives a little pout, “Aw no need to get all pouty, I thought it was extremely hot. Still do.”

Jeremy pokes Mackie’s neck until she starts laughing.

“You know Jeremy, Mackie had a few boyfriends in high school, and none of them were ever able to hand our girl’s temper.” Mrs. Marner says while holding her husband’s hand and smiling in endearment, “They often called her too bossy and one even told her that her ego was unlady like.”

“Yeah Mitch was not happy when he heard that.” Mackie looks across the table at Mitch, who has been eyeing Jeremy, observing him like a Hawk, “When I came home crying, Mitch drove to the guy’s house and fought him.”

“This guy in a fight? I couldn’t imagine that.” Jeremy laughs and Mackie is surprised to see Mitch also laughing.

“Don’t get to excited bud, I lost that fight.” Mackie and Steph can tell Mitch is still hesitant about Jeremy, but it was a good sign to see the boys laughing together. Well until Mitch notices something.

“What the hell is on your neck?” Through the long day, Mackie never reapplied her makeup on her neck, so the darkest hickey is now visible.

“Would you believe me if I told you it’s a burn mark from my curling iron?” Mitch gives Mackie the angry brother look and she automatically know that mean he doesn’t believe her. Luckily Steph came to the rescue.

“Oh Mitch calm down, you know we were doing that same thing when we were her age.” Steph manages to keep Mitch calm and civil for the rest of the dinner.

At the end of the night as everyone was leaving, the restaurant started to play one of Mackie’s favorite songs. She hides her excitement, but Jeremy notices.

“Dance with me pretty girl.” He holds his hand out.

“Jer we are at a restaurant, we shouldn’t.” Steph is the only who is noticing the interaction, but she can’t help but smile.

“Nobody is going to kick us out for dancing, plus who cares if they do, your restaurant is 10x better anyway.” Mackie takes his hand and they start swaying along to the music. Mackie giggles as Jeremy spins her around and they almost knock over a table. But they don’t care they are in their own world.

In this moment, Steph knew Mackie was right and that Jeremy was her one.

Surprisingly Auston was the next to approve the relationship. And it was a total accident.

It was March, a whole month since All stars, and the Bruins were playing the maple leafs in Toronto.

Mackie had stayed at home in Boston. Jeremy was missing her during the roadie, but he knew after this game they would be at home for a while.

Auston was just walking around the backstage of the arena when he walked past Jeremy on the phone.

“Babe you know you don’t have to call me to get permission to go out with Maddie.” Jeremy says while smiling at his phone.

“Oh I know I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

“You are going to be the death of me.” Auston can’t help but eavesdrop. “While I have you here, show me what you are wearing out.”

Auston at first thinks the worst and thought that Jeremy was trying to be controlling, but his worry soon went away.

“Damn baby, you look so good makes me want to bail on the game and fly back home to see you.” Auston fake gags at Jeremy making comments like that to the girl he considers as little sister. “Is that my jacket?”

“Yeah Maddie wouldn’t let me borrow one of hers so I went over to your place and grabbed a jacket.”Austin wasn’t surprised to hear that Mackie had a key to Jeremy’s place.

“I would have let her borrow a jacket if she actually wanted to wear a jacket, not because our old ass neighbor was being a bitch.” An unfamiliar voice that Austin assumes is Maddie comes out of the phone.

“Maddie you said you wouldn’t say anything.” Mackie whines.

“Wait you guys are talking about that cougar that’s been trying to get in my pants since I moved in?” Austin can feel Jeremy get upset even as he hides in the corner, “What did she say?”

“She said, and I quote, you shouldn’t be going out like that when you have a man at home. It makes you look desperate.” Maddie said cause she knew Mackie wouldn’t.

“Fuck her. Mackie you look amazing in anything. If you like how an outfit looks, nobody and I mean nobody shall tell you different. Now take off my jacket and go have fun with Maddie, I’ll be there in the morning to nurse that hang over. And after that I’ll go talk to our neighbor, I’m not letting her get away with disrespecting you.”

That was all Auston needed to hear. He walked away satisfied with the conversation. Before this conversation, Auston didn’t think Jeremy and Mackie’s relationship was serious. Now he knows not only are they serious, but he now had a newfound respect for Jeremy.

At the end of the game, the bruins won 4 to 1. After his shower, Auston set out on a mission to talk to Jeremy. Luckily he finds him as he is heading out of the visitors locker room.

“Hey Swayman.” Jeremy looks up from his phone is surprised to see Auston.

“Oh hey.” Jeremy is a little skeptical, but knowing how important Auston is you Mackie he doesn’t question it.

“So I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but earlier I heard your phone call with Mackie.” He totally meant to eavesdrop but he wouldn’t admit it. “You’re a good man Swayman. And it might take a little more for Mitch to see it, but you really do love Mackie. And I’m glad she has someone like you.”

“Thanks Auston. You mean a lot to Mackie, so your approval is very important to her. And what’s important to Mackie is important to me.” Auston extends his hand out for a hand shake but Jeremy being Jeremy pulls him into a quick hug. “Now I got a plane to catch so I can see my girl.”

“We just finished the game and your already talking about that girl?” Brad Marchand hit Sways back and teases him, “You’re such a simp.”

“I’m a proud simp for Mackie Marner .” Both Auston and Brad laughs as Jeremy rushes out so he can hurry back to his girl.

Mitch by no means hated Jeremy and Mackie’s relationship, but the idea of his little sister dating anyone especially someone on the rival hockey team to his, didn’t sit right with him. But that was until, Jeremy did something that completely changed his perspective.

The maple leafs had just played the Bruins again this time in Boston. The leafs had decided to stay in Boston for a few days before leaving back to Toronto. So Mackie closed her restaurant for the day and decided to host both the leafs and the bruins for dinner. But a few things had gone wrong causing the girl stress.

It was the middle of the day so the staff had plenty of time to prepare everything. During this time, little things happened that all piled up causing Mackie to be on edge. Things such as some dropping knives or someone not following her instructions. She keeps her composure to the best of her abilities, since she doesn’t want to ruin the dinner.

Everyone started to arrive at 6:30 which was 30 minutes before the dinner started. Mackie doesn’t know because she is concentrating on the food. She is so concentrated that her staff even starts to worry about her.

“If you can’t chop it properly I’ll do it myself.” Mackie doesn’t mean to sound rude, but she doesn’t have time to apologize since her brain is currently running 100 miles per hours. She starts to cut veggies as fast as she can but because she is being careless, she cuts her finger. “Fuck, Eric please take over.”

She runs her hand under the sink hoping to stop the bleeding, but the cut was much deeper then she thought.

“Chef are you okay? you should probably get that checked out. It looks pretty deep.” Eric, one of the first chefs Mackie hired, finished chopping and check on Mackie. But as any girl can tell you, when you are trying not to cry and someone asks if you are okay or are you crying, you feel like you need to cry even more.

“it’s just a cut I’ll be fine.” She didn’t mean to raise her voice but her frustration caused her to do so. Jeremy who is talking to Mitch and Auston, hears Mackie and heads to the kitchen in concern not knowing that Mitch was right behind him.

When he entered the kitchen, everyone was working hard, but Mackie was no where in sight.

“After she yelled, she said sorry to me before she grabbed a cloth and ran off to her office.” Eric said standing next to the sink. “I can finish the dinner,but that cut of hers needs attention so could you try and get her out of the office.”

Jeremy quickly thanks Eric before heading to the office.

“Hey pretty girl, you wanna talk?” No response.

“Baby, we’ve talked about this you have to talk to me when you’re upset, we are a team.”

The door to the office opens and reveals a crying Mackie who is holding a bloody towel to her cut.

“I just wanted tonight to be perfect.” Jeremy pulls Mackie into a hug. “But before I got here Maddie and I got into a fight and I tried to ignore it to keep the night perfect, and then little things kept happening and now my stupid finger won’t stop bleeding.”

“Whatever you and Maddie are mad about I’m sure it’s nothing, you two are like sisters.” Jeremy sits Mackie down while looking at her cut. “And everyone out there loves you too, so no matter what you served us we would thinks it’s perfect.”

Mitch (just like Auston) listened in from outside the office to make sure his sister was okay but not to interfere in their moment. (Steph would be so proud)

“I know you are going to try and fight me on this but this cut is really deep. We should get you to a hospital.” Mackie shoots Jer a look of disapproval but before she can voice that disapproval, Jeremy stops her. “I will go get your brother and Auston, then we will carry you to the hospital.”

“Off the ice, I’m faster than all three of you.” Her confidence makes Jeremy smile in adoration.

“Seriously thought I’m no professional but how deep this looks I wouldn’t be surprised if you had nerve damage as well.” Jeremy has seen his fair share of hockey injuries as well has had to deal with his own so that is why this cut was so concerning.

“Could we go out the back door?” Mackie says through tears, “I don’t want Mitchy to see me cry.”

“Anything you want if that means you’ll go to the hospital.” Jeremy goes into Mackie’s purse and grabs a makeup wipe and hands it to her. “I know you’ll be upset if I let you go out with your mascara running so go ahead and wipe off your makeup as I go and tell everyone that you’re okay and where we are going.”

Mackie nods and Jer kisses her forehead before he leaves her office shutting the door behind him. He then sees Mitch.

“She’s alright.” Jeremy says not to relieve Mitch but almost as to relieve himself from his worry.

“I know she is, because she’s in good hands.”Jeremy is surprised when Mitch hugs him. It’s quick but still shocking, “She’s the most stubborn person I know, and that’s saying a lot because we are hockey players, but you are careful and collected with her. You are the one for her.”

Mitch tells Jer that he would handle telling everyone and to call him when the doctors know what’s wrong.

Despite the high stress of the situation, Jeremy couldn’t help but smile the whole time.

[pleasantglitterflower]

Brazilian holidays (Joe Burrow x Adriana Lima)

JOE’S POV

- Baby, have you finished packing your bags? - Adriana asks me

- Yes, my dear, I've already finished and separated all the special kit you sent 

- You're not forgetting any warm clothes, sunscreen and new beach underwear, right?

- Everything is ready, general - I saluted, she rolled her eyes and gave me a peck.

   We are going on vacation in Brazil, more specifically in Salvador, located in the northeast region of the country, and it is my wonderful girlfriend's hometown. Yes, I'm dating the glamorous angel Adriana Lima.

 Adriana and I met during a photo shoot for a magazine. When my agent arrived with the rehearsal proposal, at first I didn't want to do it at all, because I'm very shy and I've never been a fan of these media commitments, for me what matters is just football, but my agent justified that I'm one of the most popular NFL players today and that my image attracts a lot of interest from the media and fans, and that it would be good for my personal marketing, after a lot of convincing I decided to accept. When I arrived at the studio and saw that I would be taking photos with Adriana, my heart started to race quickly, and at that moment I put myself in the shoes of the girls who are my fans and who freak out when they see me in person. I've had a crush on Adriana since I was a hairless virgin boy, I watched all the Victoria Secret fashion shows just to appreciate her beauty and I made my mother buy every magazine she was on the cover of, and I've lost count of How many times have I masturbated thinking about her, damn, who can resist those blue-green eyes, that full mouth, that tanned and curvy body?

 The chemistry between Adriana and I was instantaneous, which was reflected in our rehearsal, I'm glad I changed my mind, it was wonderful. After the photos were finished, we started talking and I asked for her phone number and invited her on a date, I knew she had recently separated. Our first date was perfect, we were very transparent with each other about our past and it was wonderful to know more deeply about the woman I longed for so much during my childhood and adolescence, the weather was very favorable for us and our first kiss took place there really, and from then on, we started a relationship that has lasted six months, and up until now we have managed to hide it from the media very well, we are very reserved and because Adriana has been in the middle of this media exposure for many years, she gives me a lot of advice about how do I deal with this, since now I'm America's sweetheart, damn I hate it, I just want to play football, why can't they just appreciate my sporting skills instead of just looking at my physical appearance?

We're taking advantage of the fact that I'm in the off-season and we're going to visit her family and also get to know the city, as Adriana assured me that after I get to know Salvador in depth, I won't see anything like it. In fact, Brazil is not completely strange to me, Adriana is not the only Brazilian woman who has passed through my life.

 My long relationship with my ex-wife Anna Rodrigues, currently the best football player in the world, is public knowledge. We met in high school and built a solid relationship, which later evolved into marriage and gave birth to our boys Joshua and Samuel. Anna and I faced this great media exposure, as we were the most powerful couple in the sport, with me scoring touchdowns and her scoring goals ,whenever I went to one of her games or she went to one of mine, the media created a whole circus, since She was responsible for leading the Brazilian team to win the World Cup, the harassment towards her increased fiercely, something she loved, but at the same time it bothered me, not because she was achieving her dreams, but because she started to change of personality and was no longer that kind girl I met when I was 16, Anna began to become arrogant, self-centered and began to humiliate me, making a point of highlighting that I was a failure for having suffered many injuries throughout my career in NFL and that the chance I had to win the Superbowl, I wasted it.

The situation became untenable and I decided to ask for a divorce, she didn't accept it at all, I had to go to court to ask for a dispute as she refused to sign the papers. All I wanted is for us to continue maintaining cordiality for the sake of our children, they need their parents to have a healthy relationship, but if it's up to Anna, she won't rest until she sees me in shit.

We only spoke through our lawyers and, as we have joint custody, it is my parents who pick up the boys to come to my house and take them back to Anna's house.

Unlike Adriana, who gets along very well with the parents of her three children, I need to beg Anna for crumbs, if it were up to her, I would never see the boys again. In fact, she doesn't even know that I'm dating Adriana, when she finds out, I already know that she's going to make a huge scandal, but I don't want to think about that now, I'm focused on enjoying this trip with my girlfriend. As I said before, I've already been to Brazil, but I only know Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, but I'm going to visit a completely different city and I'm really excited, especially because we're going there during carnival time, damn I'm really excited, I feel like After this trip I will not be the same person.

After more than 15 hours of traveling, with several stops, we finally arrived in Salvador, state of Bahia, Brazil. We were greeted at the airport by Carlos, Adriana's cousin and he was very friendly to me, giving me a handshake and a big hug, I confess that I'm still not used to these greetings from Brazilians like kisses and hugs. We drove to Adriana's family's house, and when we got there, I was surprised by a banner saying “Welcome Joe” and a table with a large banquet. I was emotional, I didn't even know them well yet and they were already treating me like an integral part of the family. I hugged all of her family members and then we went to dinner, I was lost with the variety of foods and was willing to try everything, the Bengals' nutritionist is going to go crazy when I get back.  The first dish I ate was some kind of fish soup.

- This food is called moqueca Joe! - Adriana tells me

- Hmmmm-damn, what delicious food, I put a larger amount on my plate

- Moqueca is a recipe with African and indigenous origins, it contains fish, onions, tomatoes, peppers and can only be prepared in a clay pot. - Graça, my mother-in-law explains

- It's very delicious - I respond with my mouth full

- Joe, my love, take it easy, Bahian food is made with many exotic ingredients and strong seasonings that you are not used to, soon you will end up feeling sick - Adriana warns me

- Love, it's not every day that I have the chance to get off the diet and allow myself to eat different foods. And when I come to Brazil, I eat everything I'm entitled to, I don't care about my eating plan.

- Joe try the acarajé now, you'll love it - Adriana's mother says 

- How do you say?

- ACARAJÉ

- A..ca.ra.. jeeee- I try to speak

- Your boyfriend is very cute Drica - one of the model's cousins ​​comments enchanted 

I look at the cupcake in front of me and start to taste it, quickly my mouth starts to burn and I grab the juice on the table and start drinking it.

- Sorry, I forgot to mention that there is pepper in acarajé - Adriana laments

- No problem, my love - I smile, still feeling the strong taste of pepper in my mouth

    - Adriana, you can't forget to take Joe to see Oludum's presentation.

- I know mom, I've already organized the list of places I'm going to take him to see, we're only going to stay here for five days so he has to take the opportunity to see as much of the city as possible

- Olodum? What is this Adri?

- It's a drum school, the band is practically a symbol of Salvador, you'll love seeing them

- Will they also be at carnival? - I ask

- They always are, but when we go to shows we will see other singers perform

The next day, the first day of Joe's tour of Salvador began, with Adriana explaining the history of each place and the quarterback just had to open his eyes, he was enchanted by the rich culture of the place.

- We are in the Historic Center of Salvador, this is Pelourinho, without a doubt it is my place of refuge in the city, I walk around here for hours. Look at this architecture Joe, it's so beautiful and full of personality, there's so much cool history here, that Pelourinho has been named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.

- I can't stop looking at this colorful Dri, it's really beautiful - the man is very enchanted with the place.

During their walk through Pelourinho, Adriana showed Joe the exact house in which Michael Jackson recorded the music video for the song “They don’t care about us”, in 1996, the same year Joe was born. Adriana, who was 15 years old at the time and was starting her modeling career, says that the city stopped when the king of pop arrived and that she felt an inexplicable emotion in seeing Michael up close, because at that time, it was very difficult for big artists to global reach to go to other Brazilian cities that were not Rio de Janeiro or São Paulo.

The couple had the chance to see a live performance of Olodum, directly from Pelourinho. Joe didn't stop filming and taking photos, it was something totally different from what he had seen before. Olodum is much more than a musical drum group, it is also an act of resistance, developing actions to combat racial discrimination, stimulating the self-esteem and pride of Afro-Brazilians, defending and fighting to ensure civil and human rights of marginalized people, in Bahia and Brazil.

The couple also went to visit Farol da Barra, the first nautical signaling system to come into operation in the Americas and it is the oldest lighthouse on the continent still operating, it was a day of great learning and unforgettable for Joe, who was sharing this special moment with his loved one.

ADRIANA’S POV

  These vacation days with my love in my city have been perfect, I can barely describe the feeling. I was very insecure when Joe asked me to be his girlfriend, because he, who is one of the current American football players, wanted to date a woman fifteen years older, divorced, with three children, and who no longer has the beauty of my 20s. I continue to do my fashion shows and campaigns with brands that I have a contract with, however it is sad to see that the fashion industry nowadays prefers these Instagram models, who have no idea what a catwalk is, and nepobabies than the girls who work hard to have an opportunity. I've reached a level in my career where I can choose the work I want to do, and for a few years now I no longer want to do campaigns with futile messages, I want to feel like a real-life woman, who has my imperfections, my happy and vulnerable days. , and not be held hostage to an unrealistic beauty standard. Truly, the golden age of fashion is over, models like me, Gisele Bündchen, Naomi Campbell, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum and other wonderful women will no longer exist.

  Joe and I are going to an electric trio today and I'm going to show him what Bahia's carnival is like. In most of Brazil, carnival starts in February, but here in Bahia, carnival is year-round, there is no time here to not celebrate, it's a party all year round. I'm proud of my roots, and with all due respect to other countries, but there's nothing better than being Brazilian, here is a great diversity of cultures and ideas, which no other place in the world has, I can say this as someone who spent almost his whole life traveling all over the world.

Joe and I arrived in the early afternoon at the trio electric box, we were going to see shows by great local artists from Bahia, including my friend Ivete Sangalo.

It would be the first time that Joe and I would make our first public appearance as a couple, both he and I were comfortable with it, at some point we would have to come out. Ivete's show started until she saw me and Joe hugging and commented:

- Wow, my friend Dridrica is very well accompanied by her prince, let's shout a lot guys - the whole crowd shouts

- Come on Drica, you come too, young man - I quickly translate what she's saying to Joe and we head towards the audience, who shout fiercely when they see us 

We stayed there on the stage dancing while Ivete sang, until she started singing along with the audience so that we could kiss right there. Even though Joe didn't understand Portuguese very well, he understood the context and grabbed my face and we kissed right there, to the delight of Veveta and the public, our relationship was no longer a secret, and honestly I don't care about other people's opinions, the What matters is that we are in love and want to live intensely, and to be living this moment with this Brazilian energy, there is nothing better.

[misc-obeyme]

Imagine after finishing the Obey me nightbringer storyline, Solmare brings out a new game called "Lightbringer," in which the storyline involves all around the celestial realm.

((knowing they earned a lot of profits from the franchise.))

And honestly? I would continue playing it. I refuse to part with the "Obey me fandom" and knowing that one day, the game is going to end breaks my heart.

Anon, please, I am in denial about the future end of anything.

As far as I'm concerned, this is the purpose of fandom. To continue to enjoy our favorite characters and medias even after they're over! I really thought I'd have lost interest in Obey Me by now, but here I still am! At this rate, I may be writing Barbatos fanfiction when I'm 90.

And yo, I would totally play a game set in the Celestial Realm! I would have some complaints about the choice of "Lightbringer" for a name, but I'd still play it!!

Give us some angels, I wanna know more about the CR anyway! Then again it isn't like we can fully trust these guys to give us a decent worldbuilding ever lol.

Maybe one day, things will end. But nothing is meant to last forever. If I personally have lost my love of the game and its characters, I will mourn the loss of it. Being part of this community has brought so much light into my life. And so it will always have a special place in my heart, no matter what happens in the future. And for that I will always be grateful!

ANYWAY let's not get sad yet! Nothing is ending now and I don't know if there's even a predictable ending in sight, so I'm just gonna continue being in denial about that potential future~

[leafatlaw]

what is something you always want to talk about

Basically creepy pastas are a lot more varied and creative than a lot of people give them credit for, so fucking creepy pasta categories. (Disclaimer I am no means an expert in creepy pastas, I’ve only occasionally scrolled r/ no sleep and pretended to have a crush on Ben drowned in 2012. This is only based on my limited knowledge and if anyone wants to add on or correct me go ahead.)

So there’s really a lot of different types of creepy pastas from the stereotypical Jeff the killer type to stuff that eventually gets published. To start it off I’ll talk about the first kind, probably the best known which is the killer type aka whatever the slender verse is. I would put anything in this category that is mostly about creepy guy(gender neutral) that kills people. Laughing jack, ticci toby, Jane the killer, ect ect. While Ben drowned is typically associated with this crowd I would really say he doesn’t fit in this category. While most of the examples listed above are mostly underwelling in scare factor, the expaiok of these stories have created some truly awesome tales. These are a staple of the genre and I adore them no matter how poorly they’ve aged.

Beyond that I’m going to skip ahead and talk about one of my favorite subgenres Lost Episodes/Media. I love these stories so much because they take specially childhood memories of vhs tapes and nostalgic games, and made it so that there’s a chance something safe and familiar can be twisted and distorted. In this category we have classics like Squidwards suicide, Suicide mouse, and Dead Bart. This genre will typically be either badly edited clips or basically stories passed around (in the truest form of creepy pasta). The real gem of this genre in my opinion is the creepy pasta “Lost Episodes can be found Again”, which is a genuis written take on this subgenre and tries to basically explain it. No spoilers just go read it it’s great and interesting even if you’re not well versed in lost episodes.

Okay back to where I should have started, what I call first person accounts. Where the story is told from a first person perspective of someone who has the event happen to them. Oddly this is much more common on r slash nosleep which I belive requires stories to be treated as real events, even in comments. Basically this is where I would put Ben drowned, Ted the caver (arguably the first creepy pasta), most .exe horror stories, and genuinely most of the genre could fit into this category. (The above lost episodes mostly fit in here but it’s easier to separate them into specifics). This genre is great because it is for the most part terrifying as the first person pov lets you really expedite what the characters are going through. The real gem of this genre though is stories where the writer is mia, which adds to the suspense of if they survive or not. In most stories in this genre it is simply oh the author is alive or how can you be reading this first person account? But the real interesting stuff happens when it’s a roommate sharing this on their behalf or a story someone heard from a friend of a friend who is now dissappeared. (Ben drowned does maybe the best job of this with the original creepy pastas ending revel being downright bone chilling.)

Oh before I forget, let’s talk about the -Rules creepypastas. Basically any stories that has a title like “I started working at x and there’s so man weird rules !!” This can be anything from a movie theater, convinent store, fast food, and campground. Expanding on that last one, is a subversive take on the genre, How to Survive Camping. Originally posted on r slash nosleep it’s now a publish series ! But besides that there’s genre follow a simple structure: introduce a rule give an example of that rule in action. There stories are normally really creative AND creepy, as they often invoke a fear that there might be something dangerous right in our midst that we are unaware of.

Finally because this is stupid long, I’m going to just quickly mention what I call, Super old cursed object. This is rarer and typically will fall under the lost media category but occasionally there will be something that shines. The main reason I’m mentioning this is to give a shoutout to Cold Relics, which is a series of creepy stores that posits that there are relics from the Cold War era that are not right. Toy Laser gun that vaporizes people, kiddie park that might not have existed, ect ect. It’s great, the horror of something old mysterious.

[halos-top-alien-model]

Sangheili Bracket Finals

Special propaganda below:

Thel's mind was still on the textual transmission sent to him when a sudden visitor broke his train of thought. It was one of his staff, letting him know that Admiral Lord Hood was making a sudden call request. Already suspecting what brought that on, he gave his approval. Only a few moments later, he was connected to Lord Hood via small holographic messaging - and couldn't even get a greeting out.

"I sincerely apologize for the overreach in boundaries that intern caused. I swear, the unauthorized decision to send that does not reflect at all what the UNSC stands for, and we greatly respect our alliance with the Sangheili."

Thel raised a hand. "I can perfectly see that, Lord Hood. For what other reason would your people be holding an... 'popularity tournament', if not out of respect?"

The grim line Lord Hood's mouth formed suggested there were other reasons, but Thel chose not to pry. Although, admittedly, it did make him curious on just how somehow could intend disrespect over a popularity contest. Perhaps because the nature of only one winner could be seen as an insult to all the losers? Even if most Sangheili did not particularly care about humans' opinions on themselves - either as a species or as individuals - it was probably safe to keep this secret, just to be safe.

"Civilians can take matters down... interesting routes, on social media," Lord Hood continued. "It was already a trend to run these contests over everything imaginable. When someone got the idea to do this with all the known Sangheili individuals, it was decided to hold off on addressing it. No need to bring further attention to it.

"But no one could've imagined someone trying to actively bring it to your attention."

He was clearly mortified. A bit embarrassed, too. And while Thel would love to throw him a bone and allow him to quickly put it out of mind, there was a thought he just couldn't leave unspoken. It was all that had been on his mind in between receiving the "tip" on the contest and Lord Hood's call.

"I see it as a compliment, that so much of your population can see me - and others of my people - so positively, in spite of how young our alliance is. There is one piece of feedback, though, that you could perhaps forward to... 'social media', on my behalf."

Thel could almost swear the shading of Lord Hood's holographic face got brighter, lighter in color. "I can try and pull some strings. Depending on the message."

Leaning closer on his desk, resting his elbows on the surface and interlocking his hands, Thel began, "I can understand why so many humans would vote for me in the case of a popularity poll. I am the one with the closest relationship to your kind, with the most cases of notable - peaceful - interactions, outside of my Covenant career. I am possibly the only Sangheili much of your kind even recognizes on an individual-level.

"But I must make a case for my opponent, Rtas 'Vadum. His leadership and diplomatic abilities surpass my own. He has a way of connecting with those hostile to him in ways I have yet to replicate - the Prelate that initially sought personal vengeance being one such example. It is the reason I trust him so much with the task of searching for the lost San'Shyuum - he is perhaps the only one capable. Capable in finding them and capable in forging peace. And while I am sure his crew are loyal to the Swords of Sanghelios, if they ever had to choose between myself and their shipmaster, I am also sure what their choice would be. And he has earned that loyalty.

"I also must point out his accomplishments - which hold less awkwardness than my own, particularly in the context of relations with humanity. He is the reason the Flood did not infect my fleet at the first discovered Halo, emerging the sole survivor of a perilous situation. His actions at the second Halo, I truly believe, ensured the strength of the Separatists that went on to aid humanity. It was him that did a lot of the rallying, it was him that claimed the crucial Shadow of Intent, and it was him that held our forces together in my absence. Again, his ability with words were valuable in maintaining morale, during the final hours of the Covenant. And his tactical mind, in emerging victorious when the odds were 3-1 against him.

"In conclusion... I feel the victor in this little contest should be him. Not me."

As Thel had explained his reasoning, Lord Hood had crossed his arms, eyes intently focusing. Maybe not necessarily on the Arbiter. When he finally had the opening to speak again, it seemed that he had become the one who couldn't help but let a pressing thought out.

"Really? Him? You're arguing he is the better leader, military man, diplomat - than you? And humanity should recognize that?" His arms uncrossed and went to his sides. "Do you know that to some, laying even a finger on Earth is more egregious than glassing dozens of colonies - even glassing Reach?"

"That is why I said less awkward." He should have braced for this skepticism, especially from Lord Hood. After all, he and Rtas did have a verbal spat that one time. Perhaps Lord Hood could never forgive Thel, but he certainly could maintain peace around him. There were valid reasons - not related to duty - as to why those two's paths never crossed again. Surely, Rtas would feel a bit of the same - he was not apologetic for Africa's partial glassing back then, he certainly wouldn't hold any regrets now. Not with anything related to the Flood.

"Although..." He sighed. "I can see why having a Sangheili other than you receive positive recognition is diplomatically valuable. If the peace between our species is centered solely on you, then it risks falling apart as soon as you're gone."

"Yes... there is also that angle to this."

"I will forward your argument to my colleagues and leave the choice up to them. They're the ones who deal with civilian matters more, anyway."

A funny thing about jointly occupied territory, is that it sometimes meant alien access to humanity's Waypoint - the interstellar network where the current iterations of social media called home. Such access would mean becoming aware of discussions of aliens online - including a certain popularity contest. And such awareness might warrant, to some, the passing of knowledge via word of mouth or transmissions. Even if no one directly told the Arbiter about the contest, it would have reached his ears eventually.

Just like with the Arbiter, there were those curious as to what Rtas' reaction would be like, and it thus reached him, too.

"Of course the Arbiter would win their approval," he said. "He deserves it. His higher reputation amongst humanity aside, he deserves it. He is the Arbiter, the one who freed our people from the Covenant's lies, the one who resurrected the Swords of Sanghelios, the one who proposed the Concert of Worlds. There is nothing I could do that he could not do better.

"Why is this even a contest? Amongst humans, no less? It was his word that kept me from glassing their entire planet, just to stop a Flood outbreak. It was his word back then that caused many Sangheili to ally with humanity, rather than fight both the Covenant and humans. It is his word now that continues to keep many Sangheili from seeking another war. Because he has proven his wisdom, and he has proven his honor. Those who continue to doubt either are fools that hold our people back. And their leaders cannot even match him."

"Well, hold it right there," Stolt, one of his most prominent subordinates despite being an Unggoy, cut in. "Have you seen the rest of this? The Arbiter is trying to convince these humans to vote for you."

Admittedly, he barely even started. When he saw it was nothing but a meaningless popularity poll human civilians were running, he stopped giving it much thought. Partially, it was due to already being convinced of the outcome - that the Arbiter would reign supreme and he would hardly been given notice. The only reason he wasn't questioning the fact that he was even named in this poll in the first place was due to there not being very many notable Sangheili in the human public eye, as far as he could tell. But he and the Shadow of Intent had played an important role in the end of the war, after the alliance had been forged. It wasn't completely out of the question that he garnered a bit of human attention over that - and not just from ONI spies.

It also wasn't out of the question that the Arbiter would speak of him around humans and make them more aware of his existence... such as now. He skimmed through what had been sent until he reached that part, quickly absorbing it.

Then he shook his head. "He is far too humble. A good chunk of this is mere exaggeration. How he even got the impression I was this grand, I have no idea. I am only doing what he asks of me to the best of my abilities. He deserves no less than that, and that does not make me superior. He would excel at all the same tasks had he the time to do them - it is only I who succeeded, because someone had to in his place.

"Besides, he is forgetting some of his own accomplishments that have nothing to do with humans. When he first became Arbiter, he passed his first mission with flying colors. I honestly did not expect him to even survive, pulling off the stunt he did - selflessly cutting the safety cables of that mining facility to draw out his target, while allowing all my men to retreat to safety. He did that knowing I would not come back for an Arbiter - he did it unaware that anyone would."

"Ah, but that was a mission to kill 'Heretics', right?" Stolt said again. "I'm sure the bitterness of knowing they were right all along and didn't need to be killed is why he would never even think that a merit."

"The target is irrelevant. The sentiment of his actions is what matters." Leaning back into his shipmaster's chair, he continued with a softer voice, "And he is wrong. About his talent for speech. And Infinite Succor... The fact I was the only survivor should say enough regarding my leadership in that moment. And the fact I was able to go back into the field, to command troops again... should say enough regarding his ability to speak to those under him. He has earned more loyal soldiers than I - and not entirely because he meets more people than I."

Clearing his throat, his voice hardened again. "Take the colony of Om'a'Varo, for instance. Those who settled on Rak. I believe it is not just him being humble that he's selling himself short - he takes the cases where his words are not enough to be a failing on his part, and not the failing of the other's mind. There are some who will just not listen. But he has gotten many to do so."

"So what I'm hearing is... we need to send in our own message to the humans to counter his?"

Rtas huffed. "That will not be necessary. Even with his endorsement, the humans will still choose him. I am certain of that. In the time we could draft a pointless transmission, we could be using our time and systems for more important tasks. This conversation, too, holds little worth - the only value being a stronger reiteration of what is already known."

With that, Rtas was finished with the subject. Well, almost, maybe. It crossed his mind to maybe, instead of sending his passionate argument to the humans, sneak a bit of the sentiment in his next report. Not obvious enough to distract from the report's actual content, but subtle enough to let the Arbiter know fully well that Rtas had heard him - and strongly disagreed.

[samobservessonic]

Our first story is brought to us by the guy who’s been writing all the brilliant Knuckles stories in StC so far, Nigel Kitching, with art from Mike White, who we’ve previously seen do the cover of StC issue 5 and one of the stories in the first Summer Special. White sadly passed away in 2012 and this special was his final contribution to the series - but he did do the art for all three of the stories in this special and the main one we’re starting with now is a two-parter. So let’s appreciate the hard work he put in

To open with, we’re given a scene-setting introduction to Knuckles and the Floating Island. And because I’m eating humble pie, I do want to raise my hand and admit that even though I said “Oh yeah, they basically never talk about Knuckles’s lost people after this and forget about it until the Sonic Adventure adaptation” back when Knuckles first appeared, they have mentioned his lost people in pretty much every Knuckles story and it’s been a driving force for his character. So, uhh… my bad

Since this is a Knuckles story, we’re also getting the characters who were considered his support cast at the time… the Chaotix Crew! Given that (other than Mighty) their only appearance in the series thus far is in the Knuckles game, it’s little wonder that Sonic media at the time used them as Knuckles group until they got revamped for Sonic Heroes. The interesting thing about StC is that after this special, they kind of break away from that. The Chaotix do continue to appear prominently in StC, but they end up interacting with Sonic more than Knuckles, which is how it ends up being in modern Sonic, too. That’s yet another penny in the “StC weirdly got a lot of stuff right about how the Chaotix would be written in future by accident” jar

Just in case anyone needs a reminder, Nack is what we called Fang the Hunter back in the olden days

The gang gives us a recap of what Nack’s been up to so that I don’t have to. The Special Zone is considered its own dimension in StC that we’ve seen crop up a few times before and will be seeing more of in future, but most-notably it’s the home zone of the Chaotix, so most (if not all?) of their stories are set in or around it

Anyway, Nack’s out and I guess those maps to secrets in Sandopolis Zone must be a dime and dozen, since Captain Plunder had one a while back, too

I feel like I’ve never seen it worded as Knuckles owning the Floating Island before? Knuckles the Echidna: Land Owner

Anyway, he seems to appreciate how polite Mighty is about asking, so off they go to find out what’s going on with Nack

Ah yes, we do love our callbacks and continuity in our Sonic Comics

Nack is also a sciencey/techie kind of guy in StC. I can’t remember if that’s the case elsewhere, since I’m admittedly not super familiar with his character outside of StC and a bit of Archie. Sonic Superstars is sadly still on my to-play list sob

Also, Knuckles, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but the plot forgets about those force fields half the time as well. I’m not sure when exactly this story is set (evidently before the latest Knuckles story in StC itself), but we’ve even seen a random trooper of the week badnik get past it, so I wouldn’t put a lot of stock in that force field

Also, the ghosts are here!

Oh no, they got Espio!

…But more importantly, that grants us a Mighty/Espio moment - one of the great yaoi ships of StC. See, they might be bickering rivals, but Mighty does care!

The gang out-run the ghosts into the light, where the lore from S3&K kicks in and the ghosts disappear. There’s sadly no more hand-holding from Mighty & Espio (back in my day, us slash shippers could survive on a single comic panel for years), but they do find Nack, even if Charmy thought they were looking for some other guy

The second half of this story continues on page 14, we’re told. But since I want to give this blog as authentic as experience of reading StC as I can, we’re gonna take a break here to include the other bonus in the special and catch up with this story in a couple of posts

[dynamic-k]

Me me has a quetions :3 when did you start writing and where do your ideas come from?

-BK

Ooh, that's a tough one.

Hmm. Well, I know I started getting a like for writing in the 3rd grade. I'd done some random school two-paragraph assignment and Mrs. Meusen, my lovely teacher whom I still remember to this day, had returned everyone's papers with our grades.

And she liked to write custom messages along with the overall score and stars.

She told me in her little markered note at the top of my paper, that my writing was well structured and I make a good author. Something like that, I don't remember exactly how it was phrased, but it was a compliment to my writing.

I have no memory of what I wrote, though. It wasn't significant.

That was probably the first jump-start encouragement I got, though how it affected me in the future was probably subconscious for the most part. It's not the driving force that I remember on a regular basis as "Ah, yes, this event here is what started it all."

That long ago compliment just came to mind when I really started thinking about what the answer to your inquiry was.

My ideas just spawned into existence from my imagination. I was always the kid that found immense joy in reading books and also staring off into space. The wall. The ceiling. Out a window.

I once got lost in space during my 2nd grade Spanish class, while we were doing TESTS.

And I was lost in space, not really looking at what I was looking at... Well, I was apparently looking at someone else's test, lol. Got scolded. XD

My dreams were often the source of cool ideas also. I had entire MOVIES worth of action and everything. Sleeping was always a well anticipated privilege...

I wonder why. 👉👈

I remember my very first fanfiction was written for a comic series, Mega Man by Ian Flynn.

Cool robots, action, adventure, fights, suspense, a whole assortment of my favorite types of things to enjoy from any media, be it novel, comic, or movie.

It was... really bad. My family tells me it was good for my age at the time. The ONE friend I randomly decided to share the old google Docs with also gives me positive feedback, but... ehhhhhh.

There's reasons I haven't continued it further for years. It was pretty bad, in my eyes. I definitely had so much fun writing it though. It was a self-insert, sort of? But with an OC that had cool characteristics I just liked. Not really me, but a character that was an amalgamation of ninja skills, smarts, and powers. And was very much, as the term goes [that I would learn about just a few years later], a "Mary Sue". An overpowered character.

At least, my character still had a plethora of issues, and as the story progressed, I found ways to insert Nora [the aforementioned OC] into problems and lessen the overpowered aspects a bit.

I learned from that work. A lot.

I guess, if anyone is really interested, I can post the links to the old docs. I don't suppose I mind all that much, though I'm warning you all. I ATTEMPTED ROMANCE.

AND IF YOU ALL KNOW ME AND MY CURRENT HABITS... YOU KNOW I SAY ON A REGULAR BASIS THAT I CAN'T WRITE ROMANCE.

It was written by 13-year-old Scarlett. She doesn't exist anymore.

I think I somehow got off topic, why am I talking about my first fanfic...

Anyway!

I wrote a lot of other stories also.

I had originals.

I had fanfics. [My hyperfixation on Beyblade Metal Fusion remains dormant to this day, but I still remember all the ideas I never wrote down yet]

I had dreams that I attempted to normalize and remove dream-weirdness from for story material.

I had school assignments that were fairly tame as far as action, but I kept the docs anyway.

And then I tried to publish stuff.

[By this, I mean, on the Archive. I had technically posted fanfiction before on fanfiction.net but we don't talk about those abominations...]

I was in a Lego Monkie Kid hyperfixation at the time, and was currently on the cliffhanger of season 4. [Before the special came out, I mean.]

And I had a very very vivid dream scenario one night, where my brain decided to imagination its own ending and wrapped up plot for the cliffhanger of season 4.

I decided to post it. And I still have more ideas that I have yet to sort out and add more chapters to the fic, but that was the first published work on the Archive, I think.

And... it was romantic focused, actually. The one OC was a character that fit well into the series, and wasn't just an annoying rendition of overpowered characteristics. (I TELL YOU. I LEARNED FROM "NORA")

And, well, my dreams are good at imaginating romantic scenes. It's just my brain doesn't know how to make it sound good with words yet.

I'll get there... 😅

To get back to the point I seem to keep deviating from as I reminisce over older works and my author journey as a whole: I have come very far.

My first Alan Becker fanfic, was A Second's Tale. Which, until Super Sticks appeared, remained my most popular fic.

It started so SO simply. All I knew was, "NEW HYPERFIXATION GO BRRR!" and "I wanna write a fanfic and post it"

Then it escalated.

The AVA/AVM fandom is still my all-time favorite, and I think it's honestly going to stay that way forever. It's definitely the longest fixation I've ever had.

All my others are dormant, or active in spurts. I have a list of like, 60? 65? fandoms I'm into, lol.

Uhm, anyways, yeah.

That's the summary.

Man, that's another thing I suck at. Summarization.

Look at this long schpiel of words!!

No one gonna read this. XD

TL;DR

I have come far from the 3rd grade.

I still aim to make a difference. Make someone's day with my weird unique sense of humor. Make others inspired. ;]

And my imagination go brrrr for ideas. Dreams are just the best thing ever.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk--

[jebewonmorelike]

✰⋆⁺ Steal Your Heart ⁺⋆✰

*ੈ Part Two: The Chariot ♡ Kim Gyuvin

♡ Steal Your Heart Masterlist

♡ Read this Introductory Post and the Masterlist for details!

♡ Read Part One Here! Read Part Three (Jiwoong) Here!

˚☽˚｡⋆ Steal Your Heart: An Interactive Fanfiction Game

... Collect Points to Determine Your Love Interest and Special Ending!!

⁺⋆✰ wc: 5k (ik this chapter is long, but it's really good. literally, i promise. you won't regret reading. i'd cut it down but... i don't want to!!!!)

⁺⋆✰ reader-insert pronouns: none used; n/a -- reader is the 10th member of AU ZB1, but the group is referred to only as an "idol" group. no mentions or descriptions of gender of reader.

⁺⋆✰ chapter warnings: crime (reader was wrongfully convicted of a crime), swearing, mild violence, mentions of drinking and dui, angst... and a step further into a really fun adventure! all ages welcome; pg-13+ themes.

⁺⋆✰ summary: for series summary click here. after (y/n) stumbles upon a metaverse where they gain special powers and learn the truth about the secret that caused zb1's downfall, they regain the ability to speak. how will their best friend kim gyuvin react? and what will happen if he visits the metaverse, too? AU based on the jrpg persona 5.

⁺⋆✰ please download the scoresheet for the game here!

・゜゜ . . * ✧･ﾟ・ ✧･ﾟ: ・゜゜・．

Welcome back, Player! Get your scoresheet ready-- we're about to embark on the second part of our game. Are you ready to see how your Chapter Choice from Part One plays out? Remember to tally your points! Let's jump right into it then and check up with our best friend Gyuvin...

Wham.

The front door slams shut behind Gyuvin as he steps out into the fresh morning air. He sighs heavily, your angry words ringing in his ears.

His best friend could be so infuriating sometimes. What were you so afraid of? You’d already lost everything. Wouldn’t finally getting some media coverage of your company’s wrongdoings make things better for you?

Then again, it was mostly your story. He and the other members were unfortunately just collateral damage. If you were uncomfortable with your story being told, then maybe (in theory), he should respect that.

But your track record of being a stubborn pain in the ass points him in the opposite direction once more. He was going to help you whether you liked it or not… 

And he’d be remiss not to realize that helping you would help him and the others, too.

Gyuvin kicks the gravel on the pavement as he walks towards the side street beside the dorm building. Another sigh escapes him when he sees the space where his car is usually parked is empty; only just now remembering he brought it in for maintenance yesterday. He checks his phone for the time: he has his first appointment of the day with a reporter from SBS in an hour.

“Oh, come on,” he huffs as the car to his right beeps suddenly.

Hanbin waves at him as he walks to the driver’s side of his car. Gyuvin’s eyes widen as a plan forms in his head.

“Hanbin hyung! Wait up,” Gyuvin calls, much to the surprise of the older boy. “Could you give me a ride?”

“Oh, Binnie— I’m running late as it is,” Hanbin excuses politely, hopping into the driver’s seat.

Gyuvin’s not ready to give up just yet. He runs up to the passenger side, signaling for Hanbin to roll down the window. Reluctantly, he does.

“Could I just come with you then? I can walk the rest of the way,” Gyuvin pleads.

Hanbin caves, unlocking the door for him. Gyuvin scrambles inside, fastening his seatbelt happily. “You’re going to SBS first, right? You’re gonna walk all the way there from my studio?”

Gyuvin grins mischievously as he looks down at his keyring. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Thank you, Gyuvin-sshi, but…” The reporter says, biting her lip uncomfortably. “We just don’t think it’s wise to crack open a story without substantial evidence.”

It’s the third no he’s gotten today. The 207th overall. 

“Without substantial evidence?” Gyuvin asks, shaking his head. “There’s video footage of management mistreatment! You looked at the flashdrives, right? You saw—.”

“We saw nothing that can’t be classified as the current industry standard,” the older reporter beside her interrupts. He runs his hand through his thinning hair and readjusts his glasses on his nose. “It’s disheartening to see the struggle you kids face in order to debut, but many would say that it's just the price you pay for success. And besides, none of this could ever be used to negate (Y/N)-sshi’s conviction.”

Gyuvin gulps, a lump forming in his throat. He always put on such a tough front at these meetings, but the truth is that they take an emotional toll on him. How could everyone see these things and say to his face that it's just the way things were meant to be? How could they not care about what happened to you?

Sure, maybe Gyuvin doesn’t know what really happened that night— hell, you don’t even know! But what he does know is you. And he knows that you would never make such a terrible decision.

The older reporter leans in with a sigh, a concerned look on his face. “Listen, young man. It must’ve been… hard. All of this happening to you and your friends. It must be very difficult to reckon with. But don’t you think your time would be better spent finding a way to move on instead of obsessing over the past?”

There’s that word again. Is that what Gyuvin was doing? Obsessing over the past? Obsessing over helping you?

It seemed on the outside that every one of Gyuvin’s group members had moved on in their own ways— including you. You’d already fulfilled almost a year of probation and your complaints had become fewer and farther between. 

Is it true that Gyuvin is… stuck?

Gyuvin stands up from his chair, bowing to the two reporters dejectedly as he gathers his things. “Thank you for your time,” he says quietly as he walks toward the door.

“Take care, Kim Gyubin-sshi,” the younger reporter calls as Gyuvin exits the office; a gloomy storm cloud, floating through the KBS building and into the parking garage. 

He pulls out his key ring and presses twice on the unlock button-- walking towards the flashing lights coming from the far right corner. Opening the car door, he climbs inside and throws his phone down on the passenger seat in frustration. 

Maybe that reporter is right, Gyuvin thinks with a sigh. Can I really keep putting myself through this? 

He turns the key into the ignition and buckles his seatbelt, sifting through the center console compartment to find his sunglasses when he hears a buzz from the passenger seat. Picking up his phone, he finds a message from Ricky.

“Idiot,” Gyuvin mutters to himself. In Gyuvin’s eyes, you had enough to deal with. Sometimes the other members could be so needlessly cruel to you. None of this was your fault. How hard could it really be to just believe (Y/N)?

Gyuvin frowns, suddenly feeling like he might be forgetting something. (Y/N)...

“(Y/N)!!” Gyuvin shouts, throwing his phone back down and shifting the gear as he steps on the gas pedal. He glances at the time on the car display, hitting the steering wheel with frustration as he finds he’s a little more than a few minutes behind schedule. 

“Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t...” He curses, weaving his way out of the parking garage and through the bustling streets of Seoul. Your bus back to the police station would arrive no later than 5:30 P.M. and, if Gyuvin wanted to beat you there (and he desperately did), he’d have to speed the whole way.

At 5:28 P.M, Gyuvin pulls up to the police station-- honking his horn in anger as the car in front of him backs into the last spot. “Oh, come on!”

It takes him another ten minutes to find a parking spot on the street and he knows there’s no way in hell he can gaslight you into thinking you parked your car five blocks away from where it was when Gyuvin “borrowed” it this morning. 

He gets out of your car, accepting his fate as he walks in the direction of the police station. Not only was he going to look like such a douche for taking your car without asking after your fight this morning, but he was also definitely going to get an earful for making you think your car was stolen. 

Gyuvin’s still three blocks away from the police station when he suddenly spots you-- bright orange vest and all, staring up at the Total Control Music building. His heart sinks. You’d probably wandered around looking for your car and ended up face-to-face with the company building in a casually cruel twist of fate.

He tries his best to blend in with other passersby as he approaches the building, not wanting to be responsible for causing a PR scene today. He’s almost right behind you, reaching out to touch your shoulder when he hears a voice seemingly come from where you’re standing.

“Holy sh*t,” it says. 

Gyuvin exhales in shock. No f*cking way. Was that your voice? Despite the fact he hasn’t heard it in ages, he recognizes it almost instantly.

“Holy sh*t,” Gyuvin echoes. You whip around to face him; eyes meeting his instantly. Maybe he’s mistaken, but he swears he sees a bit of panic in them.

“Did you just... speak?”

Okay, Player! Let's find out how your Part One Chapter Choice plays out... To refresh your memory, Choice 1 was to Lie to Gyuvin while Choice 2 was to Tell Gyuvin the Truth.

⁺⋆✰ If You Chose “LIE TO GYUVIN”:

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, you think as Gyuvin stares at you with those wide, angel eyes. How could you possibly tell him what just “happened”? He’d wheel you off to the looney bin once and for all. Gyuvin had always believed you, but this? This was asking too much.

Besides, you aren’t even sure what just happened. It was most likely some weird hallucination brought on by sun stroke or dehydration. Ugh, Hanbin had even reminded you to drink water this morning. 

But if it was a hallucination, how did I get my voice back? Was it just a fluke? You shut the thought down as soon as it arises. There was a reasonable explanation for this-- you just needed time to figure it out.

You bite your lip and decisively shake your head at Gyuvin. You hold your phone up instead and point at it; effectively telling him that it was your AI screenreader that spoke rather than you.

Gyuvin blinks back at you-- his lip trembling slightly. “I know what your phone’s voice sounds like, (Y/N). It wasn’t that. It was you. I know it was you.”

The jig was up before it began, but you continue to persist anyway. You type into your phone and the screenreader vocalizes for you, “It was a video of me... Talking. It was playing on my phone. That’s what I meant.”

“(Y/N),” Gyuvin says sadly. You’re on the verge of really hurting him this time. You’ve never lied to Gyuvin before-- not intentionally. You’ve gone too far already and it’s written all over his face. He turns around, taking a few steps away from you.

“Bin-ah.”

He freezes; eerily still at the sound of your voice.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, tucking your lip between your teeth in shame. “I just--... Something happened just now while I was walking around trying to find my car and I have no idea how to explain it. I thought maybe you would think I was crazy.”

Gyuvin turns around, running to you and enveloping you in a giant hug. His arms squeeze you so tight, you’re afraid you’re losing oxygen. It feels nice.

“I already think you’re crazy,” Gyuvin says into the top of your head. “Don’t ever feel like you need to lie to me, okay? We’re in this together, right? And do you really think I couldn’t recognize your voice anywhere?”

You pull back and shake your head up at him as he gently scolds you, feeling the need to ease the lingering tension and guilt. “I can’t believe I get to call you a loser again.”

“I’ve missed hearing that so desperately,” he concurs with a roll of his eyes. “But maybe you should rethink calling me a loser, since you basically have me to thank for all this. If I hadn’t stolen your car this morning, you never would’ve had to walk around looking for it.”

“YOU DID WHAT!?” You shout, causing a couple of the girls in front of Total Control to look your way. Gyuvin gulps, grabbing your hand and starting to pull you down the street in the direction that he came.

“I’m sorry, I just forgot my car was in the shop and I remembered you gave me an extra key to your car in case of an emergency and...” Gyuvin rambles before pausing with a frown. “Okay, does this really matter now in the scheme of things?”

“Yes,” you answer dryly. “It does.”

Gyuvin nods, looking down at his shoes. “Well I’ll just have to make it up to you then. In the meantime, um... What did happen just now?”

You squeeze his hand, pulling him faster down the sidewalk. “I’ll tell you in the car.”

Your bond with Gyuvin has grown stronger. +0 Gyuvin Points.

・゜゜ . . * ✧･ﾟ・ ✧･ﾟ: ・゜゜・．

⁺⋆✰ If You Chose “TELL GYUVIN THE TRUTH”:

You gulp. Gyuvin had always believed you, even when nobody else would. What makes you think anything would be different this time? No, you were sure of it. Telling him the whole truth and nothing but the truth is the right choice to make.

You take a deep breath and then: 

“YouwillneverbelievewhatjusthappenedtherewasthisthingonmyphoneanditsaidIwasleavingtherealworldandthenacastlethisGIANTcastleappearedintheplaceofthecompanybuildingandIthoughtIwashallucinatingordyingsoIwentinsideandinsidethereweretheseportraitsofallofusonthewallsandtheseshadowfigurescapturedmeandthenPresidentKimcameoutdressedasakingandhetoldmeheframedmeforthecrimethatnightandthenmyfacebasicallyexplodedandIgotsuperpowersandmyvoicecamebackandthenIranawayandcamebacktotherealworldandnowI’mhere.”

Gyuvin stares at you; unblinking. After a few moments, he wraps his arms tightly around you in a hug. You were right. Of course Gyuvin still believed you.

He tightens the embrace; more and more until you’re suddenly very suspicious of what’s going on. Then, you’re in the air-- kicking your feet as Gyuvin lifts you up and begins to carry you down the street.

“Gyubin-ah! Put me down,” you complain from over your very tall friend’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks rhetorically, pulling out his keyring from his back pocket and hitting the unlock button on what you recognize to be your car keys. “Taking you to the hospital. You clearly hit your head or have sun poisoning or something.”

“Fine,” you huff furiously as he sets you back down on the ground. “As long as we stop back at the police station beforehand. I need to report a crime.”

Gyuvin takes your face in his hands worriedly; squishing up your cheeks as he examines every inch of it. “Why? Did someone hurt you? Huh? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

Through your squished up face, you manage to answer, “I need to turn in the culprit for my missing vehicle.”

His huge hand lets go of your cheeks; a glare immediately hardening your face as you stare at your spare key in his hand. Gyuvin follows your line of sight before shoving his keyring back in his pocket quickly. “Aw, come on now. You... you have no proof it was me!”

“How did you know it was missing then?” You ask with a smirk.

Gyuvin’s eyes widen; knowing he’s been caught. He smiles at you sheepishly. “That’s--... That’s hardly the most important thing right now, (Y/N). I mean, you got your voice back! This is...”

His brow furrows now; his smile becoming complex and genuine. “This is amazing,” he announces. With a laugh, he adds, “Even if you had to go completely bonkers to get it back. I still love you.”

Gyuvin blushes a bit when he realizes what he said. You were never too verbally affectionate with each other, but this was a very special circumstance. You’d let it slide this one time.

“I love you, too, loser,” you respond, pulling out your keys from your pocket and continuing down the sidewalk. “But just to be clear, I’m driving. And you are on thin ice.”

Your bond with Gyuvin has grown stronger. +1 Gyuvin Point. Please add +1 Gyuvin Point to your scoresheet.

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The dinner table is quiet. It usually is when Hanbin’s not there to dote on all of you. Taerae slurps up the last of the glass noodles from his bowl of japchae happily.

Gyuvin shovels more meat into his mouth as something dawns on him. “Hey (Y/N), why did you decide to make japchae?”

You sigh despondently into your bowl. You and Gyuvin had decided not to tell anyone else just yet about the return of your voice. Instead, you pick up your phone and type; your trusty screenreader vocalizing, “Taerae said Ricky texted him to tell me he would come home for dinner if I made it.”

Gyuvin glares at Taerae. “Oh, did he now?”

Taerae clears his throat awkwardly before standing up and rushing his bowl to the sink. “Thanks for dinner, (Y/N)! It was actually really good. I’ve gotta head to work now!”

“You better f*cking run,” Gyuvin growls as Taerae runs out of the kitchen and through the front door.

“Something you’d like to tell me?” You ask, scooping the leftover japchae into two bowls. 

Gyuvin sighs. “I’m sorry. With everything going on, I forgot to mention that Ricky texted me to participate in his assh*lery. I guess Taerae got the same message.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “Honestly, we have way bigger things to worry about now.”

“Yeah,” Gyuvin agrees, but you can hear a bit of uncertainty in his voice. After you’d explained everything that happened on your drive home, your best friend had been unusually silent. It didn’t bother you much, though: you knew it was gonna be insanely hard to digest from the start. You’re pretty sure the only reason you’ve been dealing with it as well as you have is that you’ve convinced yourself you’re still just stuck in a dream.

You’d wake up soon. Wouldn’t you?

“Should I deliver one of these?” Gyuvin asks, pointing to the two bowls of japchae. 

You nod gratefully. “Yeah, that’d be great. I’ve got…”

Mini-Decision: Deliver your bowl to Yujin or Gunwook?

If you chose Yujin, read below:

“I’ve got Yujinnie,” you announce; running off to the youngest’s bedroom. You knock on the door to no response and jiggle the handle to find it locked. You can hear the furious scribbling of a pencil and the gentle humming of a focused student. It makes you smile knowing that your maknae was trying to make something of himself one way or another. Maybe one day you’d go back to university, too.

You know Yujin is busy studying for his last couple days of university exams, so you leave the bowl of japchae on the floor outside his door. Pulling out your phone, you message:

Your bond with Yujin has grown stronger. +1 Yujin Point. Please add +1 Yujin Point to your scoresheet.

・゜゜ . . * ✧･ﾟ・ ✧･ﾟ: ・゜゜・．

If you picked Gunwook, read below:

“I’ve got Gunwookie,” you announce, running off to the bedroom that belongs to your reclusive friend. You knock on the door to no response and jiggle the handle to find it locked. The colored LED lights flashing through the gap under the door and clicking sounds of a mouse and keyboard are the only signs of human life.

You know the chances of Gunwook opening the door for you aren’t slim to none... They’re none to none. But if you could get your voice back, then maybe Gunwook coming out of his room again would be possible one day, too. You place the bowl of japchae on the floor outside his door. Pulling out your phone, you message:

Your bond with Gunwook has grown stronger. +1 Gunwook Point. Please add +1 Gunwook Point to your scoresheet.

・゜゜ . . * ✧･ﾟ・ ✧･ﾟ: ・゜゜・．

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“So…” Gyuvin exhales as you both stare up at the Total Control Music building. The rest of the members had been in meetings at the company all day and Gyuvin had messaged you to meet him after you got out of probation duty. “This is where the… castle… is?”

You sigh, looking down at the sidewalk dejectedly. “I know it sounds insane.”

Gyuvin taps your arm with his elbow. “Hey, don’t do that. We’re gonna figure this out! You said you there was some weird app on your phone, right?”

Your eyebrows raise at this reminder. “Yeah! Oh my god, I totally forgot about that,” you reply, pulling your phone out of your back pocket and swiping until your eyes land on the red-colored app with an eye at the center. 

Gyuvin takes your phone from your hand; examining the app. “MetaNav? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think it called the place I was in… the Metaverse,” you say with a frown. “Maybe the app emits some sort of harmful radiowave that messes with your brain and makes you hallucinate?”

“Maybe,” Gyuvin agrees absentmindedly. Thumb hovering over the app, he asks, “So you just pressed it like this and—?”

“GYUVIN, WAIT!” You shout as Gyuvin opens the app. It’s too late. The air around the both of you grows red and hazy; the buildings and cars shake wildly and the people on the streets disappear into thin air.. 

A familiar robotic voice booms from your phone: “WELCOME BACK TO THE METAVERSE. ENJOY YOUR STAY.”

“What the—….” Gyuvin whispers, marveling at the new world around you. As his attention finally shifts back in the direction of the company building, he’s met with the sight of a gigantic, golden castle in its place. It’s just like you’d described it. He’d never tell you this, but he had been pretty concerned you’d finally snapped.

You watch cautiously as Gyuvin takes a deep breath; steadying himself before finally saying:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake,” you mumble, grabbing Gyuvin by the arm and dragging him behind a parked car. “Sssssh, Binnie.”

He’s still shouting despite your verbal efforts to quiet him. “Bin-ah, be quiet— there’s tons of guards in there and…”

You shrug and stick your hand in his open mouth.

“AAAA—ogugh…” The screaming stops. Gyuvin stares at you; shocked. You remove your hand and wipe it off on your reflector vest. Gyuvin pouts back at you, quietly asking, “Did you wash your hands after work?”

“Absolutely not,” you confirm, peering out from behind the parked car at the castle gates. Just as you expected, the noise had drawn the attention of several shadow guards. 

Gyuvin sits up on his knees, peeking out over your head and gasping at what he sees. “What are those things?” 

“They’re the palace guards, I guess,” you answer softly; the weight of reality finally creeping in. “They’re shadows and… and… This isn’t a dream, is it?”

Gyuvin exhales heavily. “No. I don’t think it is.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” you mumble, looking at the pavement in despair. This is real. The thought echoes in your head until something suddenly occurs to you.

If this alternate dimension is real... Is everything that happened yesterday real, too? 

Did you really have special powers? Was Arsène actually a guide... a persona... that would help you through this? Was the confession made by “King” Kim Hyunwoo the truth?

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Gyuvin soothes, squeezing your shoulder with his large hand. “I don’t know what the f*ck is going on, but... We can figure it out. Together.”

I like your small-faced friend, a voice rings through your head. He could prove useful.

“Arsène?” You ask; an eyebrow raised.

“Bless you,” Gyuvin responds.

“No, that’s the voice in my head,” you explain with a laugh. “Its name is Arsène. I think it’s like... My true self... personified? Or something like that.”

“Huh,” your best friend affirms; chewing his cheek. “Well tell it I said hi. And also can you ask it what the hell we’re supposed to do?”

Hello to your little human companion, Arsène replies. There’s nothing you’re supposed to do here. But there is something you will want to accomplish here. Perhaps you should start by going inside.

You look up at the grand entrance which is being patrolled by several shadow guards. Maybe you could knock them down with your wind power again, but it would be easier to...

“Find a different way in,” you finish your thought aloud as you spot a narrow alley between the castle wall and the building to its right. You grab Gyuvin’s arm; pulling him out from behind the parked car with you and running to the entrance of the alleyway. 

Now if I may ask, Arsène ponders, What exactly is a Gyuvin?

“An idiot,” you reply, walking ahead of Gyuvin in search of an alternate route into the palace. 

“Hey,” Gyuvin replies annoyedly. “What’d that thing ask you just then?”

It’s then that you spot it: a silver, metal door that could be your alternate route inside. You run over to it-- assessing the situation. There’s two sliding locks at the very top of the door that could be easily unfastened, but they’re too high off the ground for you to reach. Gyuvin, on the other hand...

“My very tall, very gifted idiot of a best friend,” you amend your answer as Gyuvin walks up to the door. He rolls his eyes at you before extending his arms up and just barely reaching the top most lock on the balls of his feet.

“The tall idiot has completed his mission,” Gyuvin announces with a smirk after he unhinges both locks-- pulling the door handle and flinging it open. A small crashing sound follows.

“Bin-ah,” you scold in a whisper, walking up to the open doorway and taking a peek inside. You look left and right, rendering the coast clear. You motion him inside and he follows, letting the door slam behind him. “Bin-ah...”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles passively as he takes a look around. You seem to be in some sort of back hallway and the walls and floors are made of grey stone. There’s even spiderwebs in the upper corners of the ceiling. “I can’t lie: this place looked nicer from the outside.”

There’s another door at the end of the long hallway, much taller than the one you used to get inside. There’s a gap, however, at the top of the door-- large enough to see what lies beyond it. You walk towards the door and, once you reach it, you look up at Gyuvin. If you sit on his shoulders, maybe...

“Give me a boost?” You ask with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows. He sighs in defeat, squatting down so you can sit on his shoulders. He straightens back up, noticeably unsteady but you pay little attention to it. Even on top of his shoulders, you’re struggling to see through the gap above the door. You shift a bit, trying to boost yourself just a couple centimeters more. 

“(Y/N), stop moving,” he warns, but you continue to ignore him. You shift a bit more, raising up just a bit off of Gyuvin’s shoulders. Your eyes are almost level to the gap, so you push up off of your tall friend just a bit more... but the uneven distribution of weight quickly proves too much for Gyuvin’s slight frame to handle. Both of you go flying through the door, landing with a big thud on ornate, velvet-carpeted floors.

You both blink at each other in shock, faces a bit too close together as a swarm of shadow guards surround you. 

Gyuvin coughs awkwardly, sitting up and brushing himself off. He offers a hand to you but you decline.

“Wouldn’t want the incredibly reasonable weight of my body to overwhelm you again,” you deadpan; turning your attention towards the approaching guards.

“I don’t think I should really be expected to perform acrobatics right off the bat,” Gyuvin retorts. “But I guess I should probably start working out again...”

A slow clap sounds in the distance and you both look in the direction of the noise. “King Hyunwoo” rounds the corner-- red, velvet robe trailing behind him and blending in with the floors. His massive crown is just slightly off-center on his head.

“Oh, f*ck no,” Gyuvin says, shaking his head. “No f*cking way. This assh*le’s really gonna roll up looking like the Cowardly f*cking Lion?”

“Gyuvin-sshi! It’s the utmost pleasure to make your acquaintance as well,” the Metaverse President Kim greets with a sh*t-eating grin. The shadow guards restrain you and Gyuvin as he lands in front of you; your arms twisted behind your backs as President Kim analyzes you with a patronizing smile. “You’ve arrived at my palace! Isn’t it marvelous?”

“The back hallways could use a good dusting,” Gyuvin replies with a frown.

“I’ll take that into consideration,” President Kim notes. “Look at the trouble (Y/N)-sshi has gotten you into once again. First, the premature ending of your career. And now: your execution. You should really start picking better friends!”

“(Y/N)’s my best friend in the whole f*cking world! And I know what you did, you scumbag. You’re a killer. And a liar. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it!” Gyuvin spits, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Is that so, Gyuvin-sshi?” President Kim asks with an unsettlingly calm smile. “And just how are you going to do that?”

“The media! They--... When they see all of this, you’re d-done for!” Gyuvin’s still yelling but his voice is starting to shake. “They have to b--... believe me now!”

“Really, Gyubin-sshi? You still think it’s possible to get them on your side? You haven’t yet questioned why there’s not a single media outlet willing to dive a bit deeper into your headline-worthy claims?” President Kim smiles as he smoothes the snow leopard fur trim of his royal robe. “Why when you always bring them the ‘additional evidence’ they require; it’s still somehow never enough?”

Gyuvin’s jaw is set in a way you’ve never seen before. You don’t think your playful, laid back best friend has ever been this solemn in his life. “What are you saying?”

“You kids always need everything done for you, don’t you? Fine, I’ll spell it out for you,” President Kim replies with a haughty laugh. “The reason no one will take your story is because they’ve already been paid off. Cost me a fortune, too. But the things I do to keep myself--... I mean, you-- safe. Now we can put all of this behind us-- right, Gyuvin-sshi?”

Tears are spilling down your best friend’s cheeks. You can feel his grief fill the room until something much redder drowns it out. Rage. Painful and palpable rage.

“No! I... I don’t want to put things behind us. I w-want them to go back to the way they were!” Gyuvin rips his arms out of the guards’ grasp. It must hurt him to use this much force, but he doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he’s gripping the sides of his head like it’s about to burst open. 

You want to comfort him; tell him it’s gonna be okay. Tell him you can just give up. You can just forget about all this and move on. 

Best stay put, Arsene interjects. You should not interfere in someone’s awakening.

Awakening... Wait, does that mean...?

“(Y/N)’s a convicted criminal because of you! You were always rude to us as trainees. Always working us to the bone so you could turn the largest profit off of us! I could live with that. But now my best friend lives in disgrace of the public-- of our own members-- because of something you did. So I’ll never give up! Not until you’re behind bars!”

Gyuvin doubles over now; screaming in what you know is agony. It kills you not to interfere. Just push through it, Binnie. Just push through.

Ahoy, me new matey! A voice rips through Gyuvin’s ears; nearly splintering his head in two. Ye've always had that fightin' spirit in ye, me lad! I be glad ye're finally unleashin' it. Me name be Cap'n Kidd! Perhaps ye've heard o' me?

“WHAT!?” Gyuvin screams, pounding his ears with his fists. “WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON!?”

I’ll be helpin' ye out from now on. Let's fight together forever, me hearty! Scallywags: beware!

Gyuvin falls silent, sweat pouring down the sides of his face. A mask begins to form around his face and meld to the flesh around his eyes. He clutches at it, pulling harder and harder until finally...

Sccccchrip.

You look away but still feel a phantom pain shoot through you, reliving the excruciating memory from just yesterday. A new mask materializes delicately in front of Gyuvin’s eyes. It's a skull with fangs and sweet, droopy ears.

New Confidant Unlocked: Chariot *ੈ Kim Gyuvin

・゜゜ . . * ✧･ﾟ・ ✧･ﾟ: ・゜゜・．

Gyuvin breathes haggardly for a few moments before looking up at President Kim, a menacing look in his eyes.

I’ll get a headline with your name in it one way or another. ‧ ₊ ✫ ˚・

Gyuvin reaches out his hand instinctively; a sudden blast of what appears to be icicles shooting from his fingertips.

New Skill Unlocked: Melting Point ‧*❆

A chill passes over you as you watch President Kim dodge the attack in the nick of time. 

“Need some help?” You ask, feeling your own mask synthesize in front of your eyes. You send a gust of wind President Kim’s way, which sweeps him off of his feet and down to the floor.

Gyuvin looks back at you smirking, one eyebrow raised cheekily. “Do I look like I need help?”

“Not really, but I’m getting a little bored,” you reply as you high-five Gyuvin. “And I was--.”

A bolt of electricity suddenly runs through you and knocks you to the ground. One second, two seconds, three seconds as a static pain courses through your body. 

“(Y/N)!? Oh my god,” you hear Gyuvin panic through ringing ears. He shakes you a bit until you open your eyes. “Are you okay!? What the f*ck was--.”

A cough comes from the direction of President Kim, jolting you upright to look at him. He’s on his feet now, clutching his chest. “GUARDS! Exterminate them.”

President Kim darts down a passageway to the left as shadow guards surround you. Back to back, you and Gyuvin assess the impending doom.

“Think we can take ‘em?” Gyuvin asks over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” you answer with a snort. “We don’t even really know how to use our powers yet. I say we get out of here and investigate some other time.”

Gyuvin nods. “Got it. So... let’s hit ‘em with what we got and make a run for it?”

“Count of three,” you confirm; reaching out your hands and taking a focusing breath. “One... Two... Three!”

You send a heavy gust of wind from your hands, knocking the group of guards rushing towards you to the ground. The sound of ice shards connecting with metal followed by a series of loud thuds alerts you that Gyuvin was successful in his attack as well.

You wrap your hand around his forearm, taking off and pulling your best friend with you in the direction out the door you’d fallen through. Down through the dusty, grey hallway and back out the side door, you run as fast as you can through the alleyway-- only stopping when you’ve reached the other side of the street where you first entered the Metaverse.

“TAKE US HOME,” you shout; out of breath and clutching your sides-- you and Gyuvin leaning on each other for support after such heavy physical exertion. Guess he isn’t the only one out of shape after this year of hiatus...

"TAKING YOU HOME TO THE REAL WORLD. COME BACK SOON."

The air and your surroundings shake wildly until the red haze finally lifts and the world returns to normal. Someone brushes by you, hitting you with their briefcase as they pass.

Gyuvin stares at you wide-eyed. “What--... what just--... What--...”

“Yeah,” you agree with a nod. “Do you... wanna talk about it?”

“F*ck no,” he laughs, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip. “I actually can’t even begin to process any of this right now. I need a distraction. Immediately.”

“How about we go eat our weight in food?” You suggest, starting off in the direction that you parked your car. Gyuvin follows behind you, oddly silent to your suggestion.

“That would be cool,” he replies finally, but there’s a hint of reservation in his voice that he can’t hide.

“Spit it out already, Binnie.”

“What about karaoke?” He suggests, eyes absolutely lighting up. “Have you sung at all since you got your voice back? I’ve been dying to hear you!”

You can’t lie: your heart swells a bit at your best friend’s complimentary excitement. You can tell this would make him really happy…

On the other hand, if you go out to sing in public, there’s a much greater danger that someone could find out you got your voice back...

⁺⋆✰ Chapter Choice ✰⋆⁺

What’ll it be, Player? Will you choose to...

CHOICE 1: Go Get Food

OR

CHOICE 2: Go to Karaoke

✰

[olli-online]

6, 9, 13, 22, 24, 27, 34, 48, 65, 69, 78, 86, 96, 100 (sorry for sending so many jsksbvs)

NOOO DONT SAY SORRY THIS IS PERFECT EHE

6. furthest you've ever traveled from home?

turkey!! i miss it i miss my turkish friends real bad. been well over a decade

9. favourite flavour of juice?

hmm it changes but right now i could drink a gallon of apple juice

22. what "bad" smell do you actually like?

is a bonfire one? i love the smell of fire

24. what type of tree is closest to you rn?

cherry tree :3

27. do you like looking at the shapes in clouds?

i do :) i took a pic of a cloud that had the shape of a bird a couple weeks back but i'm too lazy to find it rn

34. mountains, forest, or ocean?

pitting nature's beautiful creations against each other...each have such distinct things i love. mountains make you feel small and appreciative for the little things, sitting at the top of a mountain even a relatively small one brings a feeling that can be matched by nothing else, the air is colder and the wind is stronger i just want to let it hold me. forests can be so quiet but are so lively, so many creatures inhabit one space and coexist and it's so beautiful to me. trail cams the best invention for letting us have a small glimpse into that world that hides itself from us, animals travelling with their young or seeing the young curiosity about the camera and how it mirrors our own existence. i get lost in the small things that connect humans with every animal its 3am i don't need to cry about that rn. and the ocean...it terrifies me but that's also an aspect of it that i love, i love how little i know and i love how little we know. i love hearing about a species being discovered or confirmed to not be extinct, so much being untouched and destroyed by us hopefully it will outlive us entirely and stay as it was meant to. it's a whole different world in there and its unlike anything else we can ever see on land.

48. do you do any arts/crafts by hand?

not currently but i've always enjoyed sketching and woodworking. i deserve a little woodworking set up for all my fun needs

65. what's your most recent special interest or hyperfixation media?

dunmeshi 😞 i woke up thinking about it

69. if you could choose one of your life's problems to solve with the push of a button, what would you fix right now?

so many of my biggest issues could be resolved if i just stopped fearing everything. fear controls so much of me i need it gone

78. what bad habit do you wish you could enjoy without it being bad for you?

bad posture 😭 i cannot stop slouching or sitting in terrible ways man

86. what little thing from your culture/region/country do you love?

ughhhhhhhhhh straining to think of something. i enjoy the river the runs through the my town

96. do you like carnival rides?

I DO!!!!! only one i don't like is the one that goes up and then drops you like the one in zombieland pfhdjfhf i remember watching my sister go on this really big one and the entire thing was leaning and it freaked me tf out for life

100. what's on your anti-bucket list?

genuinely cannot think of anything. i wanna do everything i can it would feel foolish to put something entirely off limits

13

[ultfreakme]

Hi.....Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL manga 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....

What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?

I don't mind at all go ahead with random asks(as long as it's not about my personal life or anything I'm chill most of the time)!!

I remember this happening to me when I was a wee lass about 607 years ago when I discovered BL/GL not straight content. I just fully stopped consuming shojo and josei. I don't think it's weird, I've seen a lot of people say that they exclusively read and watch BL stuff. Nothing strange is happening to you(I remember feeling like that as a kid), it might be a shift in the perspective of storytelling. Or, lbr, the hot boys are being hot and the cute boys are being cute without any misogyny being shoved in our faces all the time so it's fun.

From my experience, I think I made the switch because I found a lot of BLs to be way less toxic solely because there wasn't a female character to impose dumb misogynistic hetero-conforming stereotypes on. I think about 70% of the shojo manga I read was very toxic and I read them when I was in middle school and high school with no ability to parse that what's right in fiction isn't good in real life. Shojo mangas were fun because I used to like romance, and a lot of the stories were about normal or 'ugly' girls finding their perfect prince charming bad boy, becoming beautiful and living happily ever after.

It was wish fulfillment, self-insert a lot of the time, and I wanted what the MC female characters had because apprently getting a hot boyfriend and getting pretty was the key to happiness. Except....as I grew up I realized the perfect love interest guys are actually all weird af. Shojo mangas often reinforce a lot of heterosexual ideas. Like a boy being mean to a girl is romantic interest, losing your virginity is a big special thing, that you just have to dress prettier and wear makeup and have a glo-up otherwise your life will remain shit(oh you glasses-wearing HEATHEN lmaooo). Something in my brain went, "this is what i want? this strange song and dance of tolerating bad behaviour and changing myself entirely is what I should do?". The happy ending was also always a wedding, pregnancy and having two kids(which fucking terrified me). And so, shojo and josei fully lost their appeal.

BL and GL though......there is no self-insert, there is no heterosexual gendered biases coming into play. The couples are made to stand on equal footing without anyone going "you're a girl so I'll protect you" or "you're a guy so I'll take care of you and cook for you" or whatever. I'm not a guy, so all my irl issues are FULLY detached and irrelevant in BL stories. Also I discovered around the same time I was bisexual/pansexual/some fucking queer thing. And around this time, BL webtoons were so different with their plots like I got romance + fantasy settings or sci-fi settings or crime dramas etc. I haven't read many GL, Tamen De Gushi and The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All are the more prominent ones I remember, I think for GL i usually consume western media so I can't say much on GL manga.

I just, got tired of seeing heterosexual romance because in josei and shojo, those dialogues and ideas that define their relationship often actively dismissed queer relationships and as a baby queer, that didn't sit right with me. "We're a guy and a girl who hang out a lot, so we have to be romantically interested" or "I'm just girl, I can't help but like being in the arms of a guy" or "She's a girl, and she's tiny and I like holding her" blah blah BLAH.

BL ALSO does this but at least someone in-story would go "actually no fuck you my looks don't mean anything" even if it's once or twice and ultimately it at least looks like a choice that they fall into certain 'roles'. And in the GL media I saw, this doesn't even come up as a thing to discuss. Society isn't forcing them to be anything, in fact their parents and friend circles are weirded out about it at times.

I actually stopped reading BLs now too tbh. I like action/adventure and fighting plots so the romance genre doesn't give me much. I don't know your specific reason for switching to mainly BL and GL, but I gotta say, it's hard to find the really good stuff in shojo/josei sometimes and the kind of romances they have are kind of formulaic if that's the focus of the story. There are a bunch shojo/josei I still remember fondly; NANA, Princess Jellyfish, Kaleido Star, SKIP! Beat, Akatsuki No Yona etc. I'm sure there are a bunch of shojo and josei that are probably really good and explores the idea of being a girl or a woman or femme-aligned in a modern setting well, but I think the irl setting no fantasy days of het romance are over for me.

I'd just like to repeat that enjoying BL and GL and not reading shojo or josei isn't weird. The differentiation of BL or LGBTQIA+ romances and straight romances make less sense to me day after day because shojo mangas and Shonen Ai or Shojo Ai are the exact same genre at the end of the day; romance. You like romance. The configuration of the couple doesn't mean too much because despite the baggage that comes with a queer romance it's still a love story.

[ratguy-nico]

3# The Bleakening

The fandom’s favorite if the polls are anything to go by.

This special have some of my favorite moments, and is the christmas special for excellent, but it just doesn’t resonate as much with me as i would want to. Don’t know why, still love it.

The first episode is okey, Linda being over dramatic about wanting to bring back the christmas spirit with a party is not very interesting for cause I don’t have that much christmas spirit myself.

But then everything takes a turn

WARNING

-The next section has a Bajada de Línea Política-

(couldn’t come with a translation, we said Bajada de Línea in Latam when we talk about how the media deals with political-social information)

Suddenly the episode doesn’t talk about how christmas spirit is getting lost or about a christmas tree thief. Suddenly this becomes a critic about how in holidays the LGBTQ+ community is systematically erase from the picture cause Christmas, as many other holidays, is mean to celebrate the traditional cis-heteronormative family, something that of course is not a thing our community can aim for.

Is not only a social thing, where queer youth (and even older queer people as we see in the episode) have to suffer trough the rejection of their relatives, their own family telling them to not make things uncomfortable or weird. Is bigger than that with all the media around us telling this is a moment to spend with your white family made by a mom, a dad, and childrens, commercials, marketing campaigns, and different conglomerates whose main target is not us.

And yeah I know this had change a little bit since the past 10 years which is not much actually, for context this season was made back then in 2015-2017.

Of course now companies now days acknowledge our existence but just if it suits them for re-newing their brand and trying to appear more politically correct (I hate how some people use this concept)

But in that time and even now, if my experience is anything to go by, we are left out of the celebrations. Is not that we don’t have christmas spirit is just that we don’t fit in the christmas spirit itself, the christmas is not for us. But even if they try to shut us down, we remain, cause we want to celebrate, we have the right to share our love in our own way, with our own family, a chosen one.

The song Twinkle Lights, even if is not one of my favorites, carries this brutal message. A message that thank to the gods is in all Bob’s Burgers series but come to be the start in this kind of episodes.

This is my way of seeing this episode, this could be incorrect, and be fed by my own relationship with the holidays. No soy gringo, soy Latinoamericano, so I don’t know if you would have another perspective. I’m intense and I now. I read to much between the lines.

So for a more cheering comments.

EXTRAS

The kids had one of the best songs in the episode, The Bleaker, and their part is very cute. there’s also a brutal scene at the end of the first episode that I would post later.

The kids are good but for me Linda and Bob carried the episodes, specially Linda, but I live for they exploring Bob’s sexuality, you know it, is just my favorite thing in the serie.

You can not look at this man and tell me hasn’t have his share of underground gay bars.

"I would never call the cops" HE KNOWS! On an underground gay rave you DONT.CALL.THE.COPS.

I love to see Dalton and Marshmallow come back and Marshmallow’s new boyfriend Art the Artist appearance (I really like this lil man I hope he reappears at some point) (I know is been 7 seasons already, leave me alone)

By the way I’m very normal about Bob in his Bleaker costume. Aha. Not drooling at all. Oh and definitely not fantasizing about Teddy and Bob fucking in this costumes. Of course not. Normal.

Teddy using the situation as an excuse to make a semi naked Bob cuddle with him in a inflatable santa? Mhh. Aha. Normal.

[askthechronoverse]

It's time for the fourth part in our tour of the Unicapital

Located on Wild Blue Yonder Way, Sunglow Skatepark is a lot bigger than it's pictured here. This is just the entryway to the park itself. It's very colorful and has courses for skaters and bikers with all kinds of skills. They host a x gamesesque tournament every year where the grand prize is variable and based on how many people pre-registered for the event. There was one time where this tournament offered almost half a million lolly.

Cotton Candy Lane doesn't have too many businesses on it. It's more of a small crossway between Wisteria Way and the Outer Space Highway. But, two businesses have set up in this small space:

Because of the influence of Johnny Stryker, retro style arcades have come back into fashion. The place to lose all of your money on a game of the latest and greatest cabinets in the Unicapital is Neon Arcade. Most of the games that are found in this arcade are developed by people within the United Planets. Most of the pop culture of the humans doesn't tend to leak in as much, so most media is home grown. This does people make RJ and Johnny more of an exception when it comes to things like knowing about Midway games and listening to ZZ Top. The arcade does provide prizes and tickets to earn those prizes. There's a go-kart that's been on display since the beginning and no one seems to truly know how many tickets it would actually take to earn the thing.

The only representative of a chain of Frowntown convenience stores, The Lunch Box specializes in quick and easy. There is a gas station element to the store as well and they are usually a lot cheaper than the Octan stations that are more common closer to Frowntown and other parts of the galaxy.

While we have Wistera Way in our heads, let's head over there now:

The Toy Kingdom is the premier store for toys and other fun things in the kingdom. Because of the toy train on the facade, when people go to the store they say that they're "taking the train to The Toy Kingdom". The toy kingdom's mascot is a little conductor and every year, a child in the kingdom can come to the store on both their birthday and Toy Day and get a free toy. Most toys are handcrafted.

The Unikingdom Museum has a very interesting donor: RJ. Yes, he cheats on a lot of his artifacts and just goes back in time to grab what the museum is asking him to get. But it's the thought that counts, right? It has one exhibition section that rotates every few months and the museum offers multiple programs to foster a love of the arts and history.

Run by identical twin raptors, Clawprint Books and Gifts is one of the more popular tourist attractions in the city. The two raptors, Rocky and Alex, are young compared to the rest of RJ's crew and are the children of two members of the squad that were lost in the Battle for Syspocalypstar. They chose to help serve the community that their commander chose to settle in, but they seem to be less willing to deal with tourists despite the book store's status as a tourist attraction. They will get books for a regular customer regardless of how easy to find the book is normally. They wear a special collar around their neck that was invented by Dr Fox to aid in communication.

[redtippedfox]

I promised myself that I wouldn’t post vents on here, but there’s no where else I can post this since the people that cause most of it are on all of the medias that I follow except this one. So i guess this is a safe haven. You don’t have to read this or look at it, this is just me letting out my bottled up emotions and the thoughts that have been discarded or pushed aside.

I never was good at making good friends, I’ve made long lasting ones but they don’t live near me at the moment. All I’ve ever wanted was a friend who I could be passionate about my interest with, like the ones you would see on TV. People who liked the same things or would watch tv shows with me. I instead made friends who brought nothing but pain to my life. In middle school I was in a friend group that I thought was special, those people hurt me more than anything. One friend hated my silliness and mocked me for it, I thought I could talk about my frustrations to a close friend, someone that I gave everything to. My parents got a phone call from that friends mom saying that she was going to get me suspended for the things I had said, my close friend had told everything I had said to the person who had hurt me. I lost two friends that day, and I lost my trust in telling my feelings to my friends. Which is why I am posting this here rather than on my social media or my art account. I’m scared of people knowing how I really feel.

When I make friends I put my all into it, gifts, time, attention…anything that I can give… I hate that. Being a people pleaser is like tying a noose and handing it to someone who will let you hang.

My Highschool friends were even worse. They treated me like I was always the second option…and I was. I always was and will always just be the second option. Never the first. I make friends and introduce them to my other friends, just so they could meet…it’s always my fault for thinking that I would be my new friends first option. How it always goes is like this. I meet a new person who I like, they are nice and I am willing to put my efforts into this friendship. They meet my other friends and they get along, great! Ideas of sleepovers and hanging out flood my mind! They click, they prefer my other friend over me, I am just another option. And the cycle repeats, not once, not twice, but over and over again. Which is why I’m writing this. I had recently started my second semester of college, I live in a room with three other people. My roommates, hope for a chance of a new begin rise. It quickly shatters. My suite-mate lives in the room across from mine, I try to befriend her, I take her out, I buy her things, I take her home for thanksgiving and other things, my family spends money on her. She chooses to be best friends with my roommate instead. I shove it down and say I don’t care. I try to make new friends.

I recently met someone who loves Miraculous and writing as much as I do, we ended up talking for hours. I think I finally have a friend, a friend just like the one I always dreamed of having. I put the effort in thinking that this is finally it, a new start. They accidentally meet my suitemate, and the two click. They recently started texting, and today after I helped my new friend with a personal situation, allowing them to stay at our dorm and comforting them. They end up taking my suitemate out to the mall, they come back and are now so much closer. She even wants my suitemate to move in with us next year, when it was supposed to be just us. My roomate was even mocking my new friends boyfriend while calling her my suitmenates friend.

I don’t want new friends anymore…just let me get my work done and graduate and leave me alone.

It’s obvious that I will never be the first option.

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If you did read this vent, thank you. I tried talking to my mom about how I felt but she just told me to make new friends, as if I haven’t been trying. I won’t post any more vents on here. This is the only one. I’m going to Vegas with my family next weekend so hopefully that will cheer me up and give me time to work on other art pieces. Thank you again for listening. Have a good night. I cherish you all.

[kadajwifeyff7]

THE LATE GREAT POP MART MANIFESTO

Yes, the title sounds fucking insane but follow me on this.

So I’m guessing by now we all know about POPMART right? It’s become the new decentralized place to get all your dumb stupid trinkets.  all of the popular tick-tock trend hoppers are now hopping on the amazing new Labubu, or the other ones are also super expensive and low-key kind of made, but are cute working, and TikTok popular™️

No listen I do not have a problem with POPMART at all. Even I have bought some POPMART figurine not because I wanted to post them online but because I genuinely found them cute or they were part of my favorite franchises.

But I think I’m more mad at what day now represent to the mass market, which is the glamorization of overconsumption in our media, especially tick-tock, and Instagram, and all other short form platforms.

I believe this all started with the rise of sunny angels, and how companies were able to see that having dumb little trinkets that were cute while also being boring enough, but everyone could like it would make a big money. No I would never call Labubu boring or basic because I like them before they were popular. But I feel like there now just preaching to the choir if that’s the correct term. They aren’t using as many crazy ideas recently and I kind of using the same popular entities like Labubu to grow their brand. I believe there’s so much more actually opened the POPMART amusement park in China and it’s literally all just like labubu. Even though there are other, and sometimes even greater designs out there from different POPMART entities like pucky or crybaby or the smaller ones that aren’t as wide reaching and have not been in stock in sometime .

Labubu and POPMART, in general have really only become popular due to TikTok, and they need to be in a trend. Everybody when it’s sunny angels when it blew up and everyone wanted the boo-boos when it blew up and now it’s the other one turns. I can’t think of her name-skull panda! That’s the name. Everyone only collect them to seem popular and in trend. Which is also hurting the trinket community. How many times have you tried searching for your favorite figurine only to find out that it’s become “TikTok popular” and is now harder to find then the lost Ark? I literally have been trying to look for Sunny angels since like early 2021 and they are always sold out everywhere. Not because people like them but because they’re popular and owning them has become a bit of a status symbol in our society in which we are coming towards economic downfall. 

I have a personal favorite, which is the pucky roly-poly cat line. Sadly, this line its original parent line pucky, and the pucky fur roly poly line have said we become TikTok famous, of course it isn’t as bad as blah boo-boo or sunny angel but it’s become popular enough to where they are constantly sold out and I have yet to find them on places that will ship quicker than two weeks. Now I know what you’re saying, why not just buy them off of AliExpress the official store also is there!?, and while I will do that when I have the money to you also have to remember it takes up to two weeks to even ship! I love AliExpress, but I will only order something if I’m OK with the fact that it’s gonna be a little late.  I usually buy trinkets in figurines when I am either verysad or very happy and need a good pick me up. And I think that’s what trinkets should be for.  they should be for the average person having a bad day that needs a really good light in their life! Not be boring as fuck TikTok influencer, who just wants to seem popular to the now growing community of tick-tock trinket collectors 

THEM

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate TikTok. I actually use it all the time. It’s the best place for discovering or finding out more people who are interested in your special interest! I’m currently hyper fixated on the Infinity Nikki game and I have found a ton of beautiful guide and super cool people because of it! But that doesn’t stop the point that TikTok has a really bad overconsumption problem.

Whether it be make up, body scrub, or just trinkets, tick-tock, find something super niche, and not really popular in the main stream, and makes it popular! To the detriment of the original founders of said strange hobby. TikTok has ruined a lot of things for me personally. I am a big fan of the obscure Sanrio character marumofubiyori. TikTok found out about him and suddenly any and all types of March of him goes up to $200?! Mind you this character has been out of stock since at least late 2022. I can find Charmy kitty merch that cost less than that?! What character that haven’t been used since the 2010’s! One TikTok find something you love, they make it Uber popular, which while can be good for building a community can also break it by making whatever it is cost way more. This is what has happened to pop market and all other types of trinket collecting hobbies. Figurines that used to cost at most $10 now can go up to $100! Do you like Labubu? Tough shit pay me $1000 for this blue colored Labubu or get the fuck out. You like the power puff girls, and found out that crybaby had a collab with them? I literally had to go to a Reseller Kawaii store in my Little China, and this one figurine cost me almost $20?!  do you like monchhichi?? I literally paid $60 for a fucking doll hand puppet that I didn’t even know was a hand puppet?!  It’s included in my picture in the back, I basically had to stop it with cotton to turn into a plushie. It gets ridiculous, and it pushes out the people who bought these things for themselves in to make them selves. Happy to make room for people who buy it to make others happy and jealous.

It has gotten so bad that people are selling premade shrink it keychain and basket and buckets?! Like they are trinkets that somebody buys and then makes them look older or more retro and sold them at almost triple the price it cost to even make it?? And people actually buy this shit?? People spend like $20 on a makeshift trinket keychain that is commercialized and that 20 people they know probably has instead of doing what trinketer like me have always done, make our own!! Trinkets have always been the art of personalizing the unpersonalizable!! Creating your own happiness from the small objects that you are own. Tick-tock has completely ruined that by making everything commercialized and more savory for the average clout demon trendhopper! It honestly makes me feel the future of my favorite series, and if they will be scouted by resellers in the future…. 

My phone is going to die, so I’m going to end this manifesto here. I actually love ranting on Tumblr because it’s so therapeutic it’s like my own blog! I feel like a 2000s blogger Xx

 Anyways, if you truly care about something that cost almost no money, please gatekeep. Hot girls might not get keep but ugly crow bitches do. Be the ugly crow bitch.