#whose sole purpose is to make money

[bandzboy]

i have interacted with so many musicians and people who do music in the past few years and i can tell you most people who do music just want their music to be hear and to recognized by others and don’t necessarily care about money! maybe i am around good people sure but i can guarantee you that most of the people who do music and are famous atm probably still have this mindset some of them don’t but i think it’s insane to assume that every single artist just cares about money and they are evil and mean and using them and i just hate that way of thinking

[aouiaa]

INTRODUCING

barista!abby x trainee!reader

warnings and disclaimers included the following

## content of sexual wlw content [mdni 18+], a slight cameo of ellie williams and joel miller, a classic frenemies with ellie pie and abby bear, a mention of parental death, a mention of male genitalia, smut with somewhat plot, softdom!abby, sorta loser!abby (cutie pie), sub!reader, public sex (break room of coffee shop), usage of petnames (pretty girl), praising, orgasm denial (once), fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, face sitting, cum eating, aftercare (fucking finally i write some), strong language.

barista!abby who’s also a student in business dreams of opening her own coffee shop in aspiration of honoring her father and love for books.

barista!abby who argues that she’s killing two birds with one stone since she’s building skill and working for her degree.

barista!abby whose such a SHOW OFF in front of girls she finds attractive, it so feeds into her ego when it works, and the girls are all ogling over her mastery at coffee art. yeah, it’s totally not the arms that are doing it for them.

barista!abby who hates that little red or whatever color haired fuck, ellie. the two have curated non-verbally a competition on basically whose dick is bigger. who makes the best batch, who makes this, who makes that. it’s never ending with these two.

barista!abby who’s convinced ellie in another lifetime was a king’s jester with her profound tricks that amused no one, but herself. the tricks themselves could threatened the woman’s head off alone, finding herself in a fetal position, in a pit of her own laughter. when abby eagerly sits on a unsuspecting “prize” during lunch, only to hear what can be described as a gust of wind. her flushed countenance instantly transformed into anger when the palm of her hand held a whoopee cushion.

barista!abby who went so warm when she saw you talking to the manager after ellie confirmed you were a new employee that if you stuck a thermometer under her tongue in that moment, it’d earn a hospital visit. and with ellie on sidelines teasing her for the state she’s in wasnt helping, unnecessarily quoting if she’s under weather, then rain on your home.

barista!abby who at the end of your shift on your first day surprised you with a free pastry as a warm, warm welcome. a small gesture, unfortunately, came with the price of a dispute with her boss, and money taken out of her week’s pay. amidst said scolding, a surprising opportunity came up. a good one at that, to train you at the expense of ellie’s days off of work to visit in her father, joel in their hometown, wyoming. despite the fact that she hardly listened after the inviting words of you, buzzed her mind with endless possibilities. it had her practically salivating at the numerous scenarios swirling around in her head.

barista!abby who’s a few weeks into training you, was losing her MIND over the taunting questions of you flirting or not. the causal strokes of your fingertips against her biceps alone were making the job harder. she had to get to the bottom of this, and like a detective corner you and have you plead for mercy.

barista!abby who, with an ironic twist, was usually consumed with thoughts, now found her mind solely preoccupied with you. her gaze fixed on the firm grip you maintained on the wooden handle, watching how your movements harmonized with its every swing as you rigorously mopped the floor. the purpose once held by the rag now seemed inconsequential as she leaned against the counter, arms folded, absentmindedly chewing on her lip. she imagined those hands of yours grasping onto her with the same unwavering hold they wielded when she stretched you out.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you quipped, confidence resonating in your tone, and looking over your shoulder to show off the smirk that truly sells it. you knew she had been watching the entire time, and now had the satisfaction of catching in her act. she scoffed lightly, attempting to cover up her evident embarrassment, clearly trying to play it off.

“my phone’s in the locker, care to help?” she taunts.

barista!abby who watches you, utterly mesmerized by your frenzied movements against her fingers, pinned against the locker, using your hands as support to hold yourself up. the sounds you emitted resembled a blender running at full speed, loud enough to reach the nation if anyone had been nearby. thank god, it was just the two of you for the closing shift, dissipating the risk of scaring any customers away.

her ring and middle finger slid diligently in and out of you, while her right hand teased your hardened nipple between her pointer and thumb. her chin rests on your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on the bruises that dotted your neck. the gorgeous blues remained fixed on your mouth, agape to let her hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure. the corners of her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watched you tremble at the touch of her curling fingers on your g-spot.

abby's precise movements brought you closer and closer to the brink, the sensation was almost too much to bear. but just as you were about to succumb to the pleasure, her fingers slipped from your grasp. confused and frustrated, you’re flipped onto your back against the metal, meeting the gaze of the master puppeteer.

"you think i’m was gonna let you come and not see this gorgeous face?" she teased, admiring your disheveled state.

you frowned in protest, "i was just about to cum, asshole."

"careful, or you won't at all." she warned, taking your hand and leading you to a bench nearby. "sit on my face, pretty girl. no holding back." she commanded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

this time, with no complaints, you willingly complied with this new plan. abby's capable hands gripped the plush of your thighs, guiding you down onto her waiting mouth. the moment her tongue made contact, a moan tore itself from your larynx as a newfound sensation washes over you. your hand streams through her mane, tugging at the strands as she laps through your petal soft lips.

your hip, limited to their range of motion, rut back and forth against her prominent features, your body orchestrating itself towards it’s imminent. it wasn't long before the tension building in your abdomen snapped, sending you through the throes of your orgasm. your release painting the lower half of her face.

talk about a clean up in aisle seven!

barista!abby who makes sure you’re beyond comfortable, delicate caresses and praises when taking care of you. she, even going the extra mile, makes you hot coco, watching the liquid slosh within the mug, as she approaches you with a soft “there you go.” in response, you flash a smile and gratitude. she stood there, hands on her hips, observing you savor the drink. a grin tugging at her lips as she took in the sight of her oversized jacket draped over your shoulders.

intrigued by her smile, you raise an eyebrow and playfully inquire, "hey, what’s got you smiling over there?"

she chuckles softly, a light hue of pink painting her cheeks as her gaze momentarily wavers. looking everywhere but you, she brushes it off with a scoff, scratching her cheek. “nothing, just…” there's a brief sight of contemplation before she inevitably hesitates, shaking her head with a sigh. "nothing, forget it.” she dismisses.

you let out a hearty laugh, setting your mug aside. leaning forward playfully, you tease gently. "are you really going shy on me? like werent you just eating me out a second ago.“ a smirk adorning your features as you tilt your head.

her smile grows nervous, scratching the back of her neck as her blush deepens. mumbling a curse under her breath, she gathers the courage to ask, "i was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

i’ll let you be the judge of that. part two?

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[tawfu]

Thinking about Sugar daddy!Pantalone, who escorts you by the arm in public, flashing his close-eyed smile as he shows off the fact that you chose him to the world. Is there a greater honor than that?

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who hires one of his underlings to hack into your phone just so that he can search through your texts for anything you might possibly want that you’re hesitant to ask for. Somehow, you always find yourself spoiled with everything you can think of, and in turn, you throw him a gentle smile as you jokingly ask if he can read your mind. God, that smile of yours is like a drug to him.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who travels with you all around the world, eagerly taking you to the most luxurious spots and making sure that you don’t have to move a single finger, no matter the cost. Though he’s got plenty of rats by his feet, ready to serve him, you’ve got him under yours.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who doesn’t hesitate to take out anyone who dares to look your way for a moment too long. Anyone who has the audacity to offer you help, whether it’s one of his servants suggesting to put your jacket on, or a strange man opening a door for you in public, is met with a death glare that later, when you, the deity beside him isn’t there to witness it, leads to their demise.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always offers to take care of you. Arrived home after a night out? You mustn’t waste those beautiful hands on something as miniscule and pathetic as changing. Your jacket’s already on the hanger, and he’s on his knees, slowly removing your expensive shoes. He takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him, thinking about all the times he’s been in this exact spot before.

Like when he’d look up at you, just like this, with pleading eyes, begging for you to step on his cock. It has no use, after all. He’ll give you anything you want, as long as you bless him with that disdainful look on your face when you watch how drools and squirms on the floor, trying to gain control over the way his hips jump at the feeling of your foot rubbing him.

Or when you actually allow him to cum from the stimulation, and he knows that the only place to do so is on your shoes, for the sole purpose of buying you new ones, but more than that, so he can lick them clean afterwards, like your own personal dog.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who feels like he’s too cocky for his own good, and needs you to put him down where he belongs. Make him scrape his knees on the floor while you tug at the leash in your hand, one that’s attached to a beautiful silver collar with your initials carved on it, as you force him to crawl to you with his credit card in his mouth. Promise that you’ll only allow him to spend his money on you if he repeats that he’s nothing but a wallet to you, an utterly useless pet whose only purpose is to serve you in every way possible.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always gets bratty when his ass is stuffed, whether it be by a plug or your cock. He’ll purposefully ignore your commands, talk back and degrade you, resist when you attempt to restrain him, all in hopes that you’ll punish him and fulfill his masochistic desires.

Throw him on the bed, pound into him, gag him with your fingers, spank him with a paddle, torture his cock, gods, just please do whatever you want to him, as long as he’s left in a puddle of cum, drool and tears, unable to think a single coherent thought.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who loves the strong and powerful image the two of you exude, and the fear in people’s eyes when they recognize him. Little do they know about the ropes hugging his body tightly underneath his clothes, or the vibrating butt plug that’s sitting comfortably inside him, filling him with the anticipation for the moment it’ll turn on. How about the pretty, pink cock cage that serves as a constant reminder of who the true owner of his body is? 

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who’s completely and utterly obsessed with you. No money in the world compares to your gaze. His body and soul is nothing if not yours. He would do anything, whether it be betraying his own god, or burning the world away, just to be close to you.

[0w0tsuki]

Actually let's play pretend. Let's play fucking make believe. Let us pretend that TransUnity Crusaders are right. Let us pretend that the "baeddel" is truly no ideologically different than a TERF than that she is trans inclusive. Because even in that instance there's still the question. What have baeddels actually.....you know.....DONE?

Have baeddels formed political organizations that have allies with conservative candidates solely to harm transmascs. Have there been massive anti-trasmasc baeddel rallies that gathered Nazi support and warranted coordinated counter protest? Are there common stories of beaddels violently attacking cis men they mistook for trans guys? Has a known highly socially influential baeddel billionaire funneled her money into lobbying power to ruin the state of trans rights in her country? What LAWS have baeddels been responsible for?

Hell has a baeddel even so much as been responsible for the exclusion of a tme person from the wider queer community? Because even at the end of the day. Even if we accepted the worst possible interpretation. Even if ideologically all she is a "TERF but trans" she would still have no way to socially ENFORCE that ideology. The worst she can do to you is be rude to you on the Internet. Because having bad politics doesn't magically stop you from being one of the most socially disenfranchised minorities.

If you try to equate the danger a "baeddel" poses as comparable to a TERF because of the ideology you ascribe to her, then you are either massively downplaying the real world impacts of terfism to online discourse, or you are purposefully upscaling how dangerous she is for the purpose of predatorising her.

You as a non trans woman are always going to have social power over a trans woman. Even if you play the Oppression Olympics game of trying to weigh all of your axises of oppression against hers in an attempt to signal you are more virtuous than her, the factor of the power you hold over her as a non-transfem still has to be a part of that equation. No amount of framing and predatorising her is going to change that.

Because the worst a trans woman can be still has no means of being able to harm you outside of her own words an actions. The worst they can be are "trans women who have been radicalized into a harmful ideology". That doesn't remove them from being apart of your community.

You know? Your community whose benefit is the reason you claim your exclusion of "baeddels" to be necessary? Yeah if you actually wanted TransUnity and the queer space be safe for everyone, then your approach to "baeddels" would be deradicalisation and address the issues that lead to this radicalisation. Because exclusion and social murder of a trans woman is still social murder of a trans woman. A trans woman being a "truly bad person" doesn't give you the right to misgendering her and in that note it does not give you the right to ostracize her.

[thewertsearch]

Familial Determinism

Or: let's make wild, uninformed guesses about the troll Ancestors, based solely on the lives of their descendants!

As a bearer of the lowest blood on the hemospectrum, Aradia’s ancestor was probably as poor as she is. She may have been an archeologist like her descendant, assuming the field existed in her era, but I'm much more interested in her potential necromancy.

On the instruction of your ANCESTORS, you have recovered MYSTERIOUS TECHNOLOGY from the ruins, and convinced a friend to adapt it into a GAME THAT WILL BRING ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR CIVILIZATION.

See, due to her bloodline, Granny Megido is the most likely ancestor to be behind the Voices. She's the only one who can claim a direct relationship to Aradia, and I think she was probably still around in the modern era - as a ghost, of course - guiding her young protege, as she worked to trigger the apocalypse.

What's your story, Granny Meg? How did a lowblood medium discover the secrets of Sgrub, centuries before it arrived? How much did you know back then - and how much influence do you still have, even now?

If Alternia's past is anything like its present - and it certainly seems to be - then I can't see Tavros's ancestor surviving there for long. If he survived to adulthood, then it was probably as a peaceful nomad, or perhaps some sort of ranger.

Either way, I don't think he'd involve himself with other trolls, instead preferring to spend time with his planet's wildlife. Basically, I'm picturing Snow White with a mohawk.

Sollux’s ancestor is undoubtedly still a techhead. I know it's centuries in the past, but this is proto-Sollux we're talking about. He'd invent technology if he had to.

Actually, that might have been his role. He could have been one of Alternia's first engineers, leveraging his Sgrub foreknowledge to contribute to Alternia's technological advancement.

Congratulations, Sollux Senior - you helped turn a nation of pirates into a space empire.

Karkat's an interesting one. In a more primitive society - ie, one without Imperial Drones - it might have been easier for him to hide his blood color.

...actually, he might not even have Karkat's blood color. It's possible that Karkat's candy red mutation is unique to him, and the other Vantas has yellow-green blood, like his Trollian position implies he should. That would result in an ancestor with a very different social position to Karkat, and the two could be substantially different as a result.

Nepeta’s current lifestyle would translate perfectly to a primitive Alternia. Her ancestor could easily still live in a cave – and since shipping is probably her calling, too, I'm picturing her as an accomplished matchmaker.

Kanaya’s situation is rather unique. Jadebloods are rare, and inextricably linked to the Mother Grub, so her ancestor has some of the strongest ties to her counterpart.

We're actually aware of an ancient Mother Grub, who may have been alive in the time of the ancestors - which hints at a relationship between Kanaya's ancestor and the next troll on our list.

That would be Terezi's ancestor, whose symbol adorns the Doomsday Scale. This device was probably a collaboration between the Pyrope and Maryam ancestors. Its purpose is unknown, but the Gate symbol is proof that someone had Sgrub foreknowledge. Curious.

Anyway, aside from this side hustle, Pyrope was probably a legislacerator. I wonder if the Alternian legal system was as broken then as it is now?

Equius... well, I don't really know, actually. He certainly feels like the kind of guy who’d model himself off his ancestor, so he was probably a pro-hemospectrum horse enthusiast.

Gamzee’s ancestor could have gone one of two ways. If Sopor Slime existed back in early Alternia, he might have been as docile as his descendant used to be. If it didn’t, he was probably the exact kind of bloodthirsty monster that Gamzee is currently regressing into.

I know which option I'm putting my money on, and it's the one that would make Gamzee proud of his 'Subjugglator' ancestors. Can you guess which?

Eridan’s ancestor is the Orphaner, which makes me think he has a similar role as a slayer of lusi. My best guess is that he killed the custodians of adult trolls.

Feferi is an odd case, because her ancestor would probably be an extremely famous historical empress. Fuchsia blood is so rare that Feferi is literally the only modern troll who has it, so I wouldn't be surprised if her ancestor was revered in her time.

What did you do to Alternia, Pexies? Did you help make it what it is, or - like your descendant - did you try to make it better?

[capnsaltsquid]

I know the idea that a teacher wouldn't care that 8 of his students just got eaten is framed as absurdist humor, but it got me thinking more and more about a recurring theme of the show: why do the worker drones simply not seem to care when their compatriots die, sometimes quite gruesomely?

I think the answer lies with their maker, J.C. Jensen. If you were going to make millions of sentient worker A.I. whose sole purpose was to be worked to destruction and then callously discarded, would you want them caring about each other? Hell no, that's how robotic uprisings happen.

The nihilism is intentional; it's programmed right into them to keep them from caring beyond just enough basic survival instinct to keep them from damaging themselves (replacements cost money, after all). Even simple, mostly ineffective cooperatives like Khan's W.D.F. require them to push back against their own programming, and only a few individuals push themselves to a meaningful level of empathy.

Come to think of it, there's probably a societal metaphor in there somewhere.

[deltadarlingf1]

On the Reality of Dating a Famous/Wealthy Man:

I was going to post this on Twitter but decided I wanted to a do a long form post. So an explanation of this tweet, which was inspired by the screenshot just below it:

First a disclaimer: I am not at ALL saying Mick is anything like the men I'm about to talk about (I genuinely doubt it). I'm using this response to him hard-launching his relationship as an example of the mindset I see in a LOT of the young female F1 fans. If you read the gossip blogs, you've seen posts like this and worse, particularly on Charles, Pierre, Danny, and Carlos's gfs.

As I said in my tweet, if these young girls knew what it can be like behind closed doors for the WAGs of the rich and the famous, they probably wouldn't make statements like this.

I see a lot of younger fans here on social media posting their imagines and fan fics, and as someone a bit older than them, it does worry me. I know for most people it's simple fantasy and fun, but when I see things like the above I know there are some younger girls that really just don't get it.

My aim in posting this is that maybe it'll be a bit of a reality check for some of those girls. And I don't mean that in a bullying way, I mean that in a "please don't look at these smiling pretty girls with the closet full of designer, perfect body, and seemingly perfect life and feel bad about yourself" way.

Lastly, how do I know any of what I'm about to talk about? I wish I was just chatting shit, but I have lived through all of what I'm posting below as the daughter of a "man" of wealth. His money came from corporate life, not fame, but when you have as much as my "father" did/does, you rub elbows with the famous. Everything I detail below happened to me, my mother, and the wives of my "father"'s coworkers. I'm now watching history repeat itself as I've moved up the corporate ladder and find myself around millionaires and billionaires on a regular basis.

1. The "Starter Wife" Phenomenon

In wealthy circles there's the concept of a "Starter Wife". This is the woman wealthy/famous men marry because they were high school sweethearts, worked together early on, or they dated before the man had his "come up". Sometimes men marry these women and have kids for the SOLE purpose of having the "Family Man" persona. For famous men, this can be good PR. For wealthy men, this can boost their career.

A lot of these men fucking HATE their wives. By the time they have money, they want the freedom of single life back. They can now afford their "dream woman" and loathe being "stuck" with their current wife because of it. Leading to:

2. Serial Cheating

These men have all the money and resources they need to live a double life. Not to mention built-in time and an alibi: They're on the road all the time for their job, work trips, events, etc. No time unaccounted for because they're always working.

Some of those work trips to wine-and-dine clients include runs to the local strip club, escorts, and in some cases some of those escorts are of INCREDIBLY questionable age (in reality, they are victims of trafficking). Again, I wish I was talking out of my ass, I have seen this shit with my own eyes and wish to the Gods I hadn't. Then there's also:

3. Domestic Violence

This is bad enough when it's a wealthy man whose built that "Family Man" persona to protect himself, but it's even worse when they're famous. No one believes the victims, in some cases the woman is financially stuck and can't just take the kids and run when it happens.

And for some women it hard to leave the man they thought their partner was and, yes, to let the lifestyle go. Speaking of the lifestyle there's:

4. The Loneliness

This is a big one for the F1 girlies I see posting their imagines and fanfics and what not. The fairytale of "he'll make time for me because he loves me and I'd be special. I'd be different."

These men are busy as shit. That Cartier Bracelet you envy on these girls is often a "sorry I missed your birthday". The big bouquet of roses is a "sorry I had to leave our trip early." Yes, we know the joke "well at least I can cry in a Ferrari", but that shit will wear on you more than you can believe. I can't tell you growing up how hurt I was when my performances were missed, major dates were forgotten, or my proud life updates were met with "yeah, uh-huh, hold on I have to take this call."

Of course there are good times, of course there's memories you'll cling to, but when you're out, you often realize how alone you felt in the relationship. Lastly, and most poignant with this F1 WAG nonsense:

5. Keeping Up Appearances

You're no longer your own person in a relationship with these men, you are an extension of them. With famous men, you're a part of their "branding".

You have to look a certain way, act a certain way, talk to the right people, have the right friends. In the corporate-wealth world, that means making your partner look good, playing the part of the trophy wife and perfect mother. Smile in front of those coworkers that you know just spent the last business trip drinking, gambling, and cheating on their wives. Wear the right dress to the corporate dinner to make his coworkers envy him, but don't dress too sexy or he'll grow angry and think you're trying to cheat.

If you're dating someone famous, by the GODS, you better look immaculate in every post. You better be there to support him at his events, but if you're there too often you're "attention-seeking". You better have model good-looks, but if you ARE a model, you're "a jobless loser trying to profit on him". Don't post him on your IG, but if you happen to post that you're in the same city as him, you're "dropping hints". If he posts you, it's only because you "probably begged him to".

It's a maddening dance where you cannot win for losing. And once you break up, enjoy letting the world decide if he should have stayed with you, or if they're relieved that he finally got away from "that selfish bitch".

Do what you will with the above. I just wanted to get it off my chest. But I do hope that maybe, MAYBE, it'll give someone that needs it some perspective.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Guppycruncher

Debut: Insaniquarium

Insaniquarium is a really, really stupid game. I love it! Look at the little freak that is Guppycruncher! This is an ambiguously arthropodian creature whose body consists of massive slicing mandibles, a head to power those mandibles, eyes, to seek out its next target, and legs to get it to its prey. Its prey are your beloved, valuable guppies. And best of all, Guppycruncher is your friend!

Here we have a Baby Guppy. The foundation of our entire gameplay experience. Take care of your guppies well, and they will reward you with money! As they grow, their rewards increase, and they may even grow up into a resplendent crowned guppy dropping dazzling diamonds! But sometimes that’s not a viable enough strategy. Sometimes you need money FASTER. And that is where Guppycruncher comes in!

You get no points for guessing what Guppycruncher does to guppies. You do however, get a smile! You are all winners :)

You may think it is silly that, in a game where the goal is to reach a certain amount of money by raising fish, you would intentionally purchase a creature whose sole purpose is to kill and eat these fish before they can even mature. Well, I’m here to tell you that YOU are the silly ones!

See? As Guppycruncher eats guppies, it creates Beetles! Yes, kids, this is where beetles come from! No, I don’t know what an “egg” is! Guppycruncher’s massive jaws make it look quite a bit like an antlion larva’s head, and it functions sort of like the opposite of a real antlion! Guppycruncher eats fish and spits out insects. Meanwhile, real antlions eat insects! And for all you know, they could be pooping out fish underground!

That all being said, I would not be at all surprised if Guppycruncher was inspired by the bobbit worm! Unlike an antlion, it jumps up to catch its prey, as a bobbit worm lunges out from its burrow! It’s like a bobbit worm head with legs. Also, I just want to mention that the butt-like shape of its head reminds me of how big dogs have a butt shape on the top of their heads due to their large jaw muscles! They probably did not have that in mind here, but it is fun anyway.

Anyway, Beetles are where the REAL money is! It quickly becomes more economical to have a steady supply of cheap little guppies in order to feed a growing army of Guppymunchers, since beetles are worth more than currency. But what if you want MORE? More than beetles? Frankly, how dare you ask such a thing. But fine.

Name: Beetlemuncher

“Finally! A use for all those pesky beetles!” -an utter fool

It’s true, I love beetles, and I belittle those who disrespect them, but boy howdy, I love Beetlemuncher, too! Beetlemuncher loves beetles, and in fact thinks they look good enough to munch! However, that will have to wait. Beetlemuncher has a more important mission.

Just kidding! Beetlemuncher’s purpose is to eat beetles. But why? Why continue to extend this cycle of creatures eating creatures? Because Beetlemuncher drops PEARLS! Like an oyster, except these pearls are BETTER, and more valuable.

Just like Guppycruncher, Beetlemuncher is a bizarre but delightful sort of creature! This one is a chameleon head with chameleon arms and a tadpole tail sticking out of it. I love it! In the files, it is known as “gekko”, but I just finished telling you it is more like a chameleon. Please trust me!

So, guppies eat fish food. Guppycruncher eats guppies, and makes beetles. Beetlemuncher eats beetles, and makes pearls. Nothing eats pearls, because pearls are a choking hazard, of course! I hope you have learned a lot about Fish today!

[chaifootsteps]

man, I didn't even notice the serving imp shoves someone else towards Stolas to give him absinthe until anon pointed it out

Stolas strangling an imp in Seeing Stars is one thing given it was penned by Adam principally, but Vivzie wrote The Circus (and given how much it has all her worst writing habits, I doubt anyone else touched the script much)

even in an episode solely written by her whose entire purpose was to retcon the full moon deal into being somehow Blitzo's fault (which it still failed to do), make Stella an unquestionably irredeemable monster and make Stolas the saddest wet cat to have ever lived, she still managed to accidentally insert stuff in the script to make it look like his own servants can't stand to be around him

in any other show you could assume they were going somewhere with this but I'll put money on it now: Vivzie is never gonna address Stolas' classism outside of just retconning it out of existence (and then still have him behave and talk in classist ways, because Viv can't stand the idea of her characters ever acting better or changing, especially if they're precious baby Stolas)

Viv's writing method is basically "Forget about that stuff I showed you five minutes ago. Wait, forget about that stuff, here's this stuff instead. No, wait, actually--"

And her stans eat it up and will parrot anything she tells them to.

[buunicosplaytips]

How To Cosplay On A Budget

As someone who is starting cosplay or has been cosplaying for awhile you’ll notice that it can be an expensive hobby, even the cheapest cosplays can be up to $100 in supplies, but with this list you’ll be able to save a little money on your cosplays!

Closet cosplays

Closet cosplays are cosplays consisting of clothes in your closet, they’re super easy and an interesting way to get into the mind of the character your cosplaying and seeing what they would wear casually, now it’s not as popular as normal cosplays, but if your cosplaying a character that has a lot of costume changes or dresses like you this can be your best bet, with closet cosplays you can add accessories that can tie into the character like colors or something that symbolizes them so people can recognizes you, this is honestly the cheapest way to cosplay and an easy start to cosplay too

2. Buy second-hand

There are many cosplayers that either scrap their cosplays or have old cosplays they would like to sell. You can find second-hand cosplays on etsy, facebook groups, and websites like lumikha, whose sole purpose is selling scrapped or old cosplays! Now I dont have too much experience buying second-hand cosplays, but friends have told me it's a great way to save money. Prices may vary depending on the seller and the make of the cosplay, whether that be handmade or bought previously, so I would keep that in mind.

3. Borrowing cosplays from friends

If you have friends who cosplay as well, you can ask them if it would be ok to borrow their cosplays. If they say yes, congrats, you have a cosplay! Just keep in mind that it's borrowed, so it might not fit well and take good care of it.

4. Recycling old cosplays

Now if you have older cosplays that you dont wear anymore you can totally recycle it into something else, if two characters have a similar style or have the same articale of clothing like a shirt or pants, you can definitely resuse it, cosplay is about being crafty, so working with what you have is all apart of the craft.

5. Thrifting

Thirft stores are going to be your heaven as a cosplayer. I've thrifted so many pieces for my cosplays throughout my cosplay journey. As long as you have a photo of the character, you can find pretty much anything that your character needs, if your character has a specific piece that you can't thrift you can diy a clothing item into it, for example if a character has a vest that has a specific pattern on it you can buy a vest thats the base color and paint on the details, almost every cosplayer does this for every cosplay.

Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 49

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,871

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 49 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When you least expect it you're surrounded by music equipment. From instruments to speakers and what Yoongi calls MIDI. That thing you remember Yoongi having in his room with all the square buttons is apparently called MIDI. He tells you this when you point it out and he says he just might get a new one. In actuality he was here because he wanted new speakers but he can't help but to splurge whenever he sees something new that catches his eye.

You're afraid to touch anything especially after seeing the price tags on most of these things. Not that you can't afford it but it physically hurts you to even think about spending your money on any of this. It's not a part of your interest anyway and you're glad it's not because the cheapest thing you saw so far costs $199.

Yoongi doesn't mind the prices though especially for a pair of speakers that he immediately went for the moment he saw them. You guess these are the ones he was looking for. They seem relatively small but when you look at the price your eyes nearly bulge out.

"1,699," you nearly yell in the shop.

Yoongi just hums as he turns it to check out the back.

It seems your voice caught the attention to one of the store owners because he comes by with a smile.

"Anything I can help you with?"

Yoongi turns his head to look at the man and nods. "Can I test these out?"

When the realization of who it is that's here touching his speakers hits the man's face breaks into a smile. "Ah, Lord Yoongi. Yes! Of course we can test these out."

He takes out his phone and disconnects it from the bluetooth system playing music throughout the store and connects them to the speakers before you. EDM starts rumbling through the speakers and the shop owner takes the time to explain what the features include.

"The NSS60 harnesses metamaterial absorption technology so it absorbs 99% of unwanted noise and produces a purer and more natural sound."

"I know." Yoongi says as he uses the small dial in the back to raise the volume.

You don't think he meant to be rude but it catches the store owner off guard. After listening to the music more he nods with an "Okay" forcing the other man to turn off the music.

"I'll take it."

You know he can afford it but hearing Yoongi say that makes you sweat a little. All those numbers on the price tag are staring back at you menacingly and it takes the store owner talking for you to look away.

"What color would you like?"

"Black." Without hesitation. "You can take it up front. There's still something else I want to look at."

The box filled with the speakers is taken away and you follow after Yoongi who was already making his way towards the section with the MIDIs.

He browses in silence touching everything with his eyes. He only brings his hand out to test the feel of the equipment and if he doesn't like the feel of it he jumps to the next best thing. There's an all black one that catches his attention and he reads what it comes with while you check out the price. It's $99 and you feel like it's the only relatively cheap item around here, but alas Yoongi ignores it for something else.

Eventually he doesn't find anything else that catches his attention though you know he would have liked to get a new MIDI.

"Sorry you didn't find one you like," you say.

He just shrugs as he heads towards the front. "It would have been nice but I was mostly here for the speakers."

He doesn't look the least bit disappointed. In fact there's something about him that makes you smile. There's more pep in his step as he hurriedly makes his way towards his awaiting speakers. He may not do it here in front of these strangers but you guess if you ask him about the new equipment he'll start talking his head off in excitement.

"All good?" The man up front asks.

Yoongi nods and pulls out his wallet in preparation to pay.

When the store owner rings up the final amount which includes tax your stomach swirls in discomfort. Having hobbies is expensive you surmise. Even more so when you make it into a job.

Yoongi is quick to grab the big box and he carries it without a problem out of the door you hold open for him. With one hand he quickly unlocks the car door and sets the box down next to Jimin's jewelry box.

You're standing next to your side of the car with your arms crossed looking at him and it's only when he shuts the door does he look at you.

"What," he asks.

Your smile grows and you try your best to contain it lest he thinks you're going crazy.

"What?" There's a bit of strain when he says that word again.

"Nothing you just seem happy is all."

His eyes shift from left to right as his cheeks grow rosy. Scratching the back of his head he clears his throat and moves around you to get to his side.

"Just get in the car."

You huff a laugh as you get in but you can see the smile on his lips as he opens his door.

You put on your seat belt as does he before starting the car. You don't know what else he has planned but you doubt it's anything to do with the outside anymore. You haven't forgotten the fact that he's a vampire and being out in the sun must be killing him. Not to mention Hoseok is waiting for you back home. Just the thought of that makes you frown but you know it's just something you have to deal with. At least for the time being.

"So," Yoongi starts. "When we get back - all that happened is that we went to the jeweler's and the music shop, yeah?"

"I know."

He hums and the sound is followed by a short pause.

"Thank you. Yoongi."

The vampire gives you a quick look then back. "Don't thank me just yet. The day you leave is when you can thank me."

You smile though it barely reaches your eyes. Then a thought hits you. "Will I be able to stay in contact with you?"

Yoongi's brows raise as he inhales deeply. You think he's going to say no but he surprises you.

"After you're treated you can text me. I want you to be able to tell me when you're finally clean."

You wish you didn't have to get clean but you're running out of options here. So you just nod and smile.

"Okay."

"Okay," he says.

The ride back to his home isn't long. You enjoy every minute of freedom with Yoongi until he brings the car around to reverse into the garage. If he noticed that you have grown quiet he doesn't say but you guess he must already know about how you're feeling right now.

You're looking out the window coming face to face with the familiar setting around you and there's not much you can do about it.

Yoongi turns off the car and sits still for a moment looking out his dashboard window. Nothing is said between you two until he sighs.

"Remember what I said."

"I know," you say.

You turn your head and look at him as he nods. You don't know if it was to you or himself.

You can't help but wonder if he's nervous about the whole deal. Just because he's helped someone before doesn't mean it gets any easier.

"Alright," he says. "Let's go."

The two of you leave the car and he has you hold on to Jimin's gift while he carries the box of speakers inside. You follow after him into the house and without a word he has you come up with him to his study. It's the first time you've been in here so when he has you open the door for him you can't help but to look around.

Much like his room, almost everything is black. You also note his desk is rigged up with equipment you saw back at the music shop. It looks far more like a studio than it does a study.

He sighs as he places the box down onto the couch pressed up against the wall. When he turns around he stretches out his hand for the jewelry box and you hand it to him.

"It's nice in here," you say.

Yoongi hums. "It's a bit of a mess but okay."

You huff a laugh. It really isn't a mess but he's adamant in saying it is. You'll let him have his win.

The smile you have on your face drops a little and it's here you know he can read your mood. He doesn't have to be Taehyung to know something is wrong with you.

"Make sure to text Minjeong if you don't hear from her by tomorrow night." The words come out in a hushed tone.

You nod your head. "I will."

He purses his lips before placing the jewelry box on his desk. "Let's get you to Hoseok. I'm sure he's on edge waiting for you."

The corner of your lip lifts up into a half smile that's directed at him and not the fact that his brother is indeed waiting on you.

He stretches out his hand to lead you out of the open door and down the hall to Hoseok's study. When you get there he knocks on the door twice but opens it without waiting for his brother to tell him to come in.

Hoseok is sat in his chair facing the door with a smile on his face. "You're back," he says and you swear you hear a sigh of relief come from him.

"I told you I would bring her back safe and sound."

Yoongi's words makes Hoseok's smile widen and he can't help but to chuckle.

"That you did." He stretches his arm out. "Come here, baby."

You give Yoongi a look - a small smile - before walking towards Hoseok. Once you're within his grasps he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your middle. Small kisses are made against your cheek then your neck and he stops when Yoongi talks to him.

"Traffic isn't that bad today so if you want to take her out do it before it hits."

"Will do." Hoseok replies.

Yoongi waves at you then bidding you goodbye but you know it's just for now so you wave back. He closes the door softly behind him leaving you to Hoseok who goes back to kissing your cheek.

"I missed you," he says.

You only hum in response because if you tell him the truth you know he'll make you regret it. That and you've decided to take things up a notch. You're going to lean into his touch more often and initiate whatever contact you can with him. You need Hoseok to lower his guard. All so he can trust you more - trust in leaving you alone more often. Until a solid plan is made between Minjeong and Yoongi then when he least expects it you'll be gone. So without hesitation you lean your head against his shoulder.

You know it catches him off guard because he stiffens but you know it's not out of discomfort. He's trying to gauge you and see what your intentions are. Hoseok isn't stupid. He knows you don't love him but you'll try and make him believe you're on your way there.

"You okay, my love," he asks.

You nod your head.

"Everything okay between you and Yoongi?"

You nod again. "I just," you pause. Play coy. "It's nothing."

Hoseok leans back in his chair with you still in his arms. His thumb brushes against your clothed hip but you feel it all the same.

"Tell me," he says. "I want no secrets between us. You know this."

You make a face he can't see but it's all acting. "Forget about it," you say as you lean straight up. "It's stupid and embarrassing."

Hoseok's grip on you tightens leaving you stuck on his lap. You're waiting for the right moment to say this.

"Y/N look at me."

You do so hesitantly and you see he has a small frown on his face.

"Let me in. Tell me. I'm sure it's neither of those things you said."

You sigh and look off towards the side. It takes you a second to respond but when you do you grumble the answer out fast.

"Imissedyou."

He grows quiet. You chance a look at his face and you see a look of surprise. Puppy dog eyes with slightly parted lips. He's clearly shocked by your answer.

You hate how he looks at you so you sigh as you try to stand up but he doesn't let you.

"You missed me," he asks. His words are soft almost as if he's afraid of scaring you off now that the words are out.

You have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself so you nod. What comes next is one of his hands leaving your middle to cup your face as he leans in to kiss your lips.

The kiss is soft - gentle as they mold together with your own. When he pulls back to look at you he smiles like a man in love.

"I missed you too."

And to make it all the more believable you smile though it barely reaches your eyes.

He goes to pat your leg with his hand that cupped your cheek and urges you to move off his lap.

"I can finish work another time. There's something I want to do with you."

Your brow raises in mild interest. "What is it?"

"The Fall festival. They started a little early this year and I've been eyeing it for a bit. Today the weather isn't too bad so I thought might as well."

Your brows draw together. "What's that about?"

He smiles. "It's a neat little event that takes place around this time of year every year. There's games we can play, things to see and buy if we want. We can paint our faces and even do some pumpkin carving. There's a lot to do is what I'm saying."

"Oh. That sounds nice."

Hoseok turns off his computer and stands up with a smile still on his face. "It is. Let me just go and grab my wallet from upstairs. Come with me. Tell me about what you and Yoongi did today."

You follow after him as he leaves the room and grab his hand when he offers it to you.

"Not much. We picked up Jimin's present and went to get Yoongi his new speakers."

"Yeah? You were out for a while so I thought you might have done something else."

You hum.

You can't let him know what else you did so you lie. "We were just enjoying the scenery. The leaves are changing colors."

"Ah," he says as you enter the bedroom where he lets your hand go. "The trees are really pretty this time of year so I get it. We can check that out more at the festival."

Once he has his wallet the two of you make your way down to grab his keys then out into the garage. From there he makes sure you both have everything before you head out.

On the road, Hoseok turns on the radio and searches for a station. It takes a minute until he finds one and has it play on low. It's just something to fill the air whenever you two stay quiet.

He stretches out his hand for you to grab and you take it. He brings yours up to his lips and kisses them softly.

"I think you'll love the festival," he says.

The only way this could be ruined for you is knowing you're going with Hoseok but you're not going to let that bother you. You can't let it bother you if you're trying to sweep him off his feet with your actions.

"I'm sure I will."

You catch him smiling.

"I've went once or twice before with my brothers. Taehyung loves it and so does Namjoon. Jungkook won't admit it but when we were making pottery he was really quiet and focused on what he was doing. Whenever he gives his all like that it's because he's enjoying himself."

"Oh." It's all you can say. Especially after he dropped Namjoon's name on you.

It seems like Hoseok isn't finished though because he hums before speaking.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You look at him then back towards the front. His hold on you is neither loose nor tight and he keeps a neutral look on his face. What did he want to know?

"Sure," you say.

"Why haven't you been wanting to hang out with Namjoon as of late?"

You stop breathing for a second with your heart skipping a beat. You lick your lips nervously but you try to remain calm to avoid Hoseok picking up on anything.

"I'm just asking," he says. "I don't mind having you with me it's just you normally would hang out with him than be with me."

And he's right but that's all changed. Being reminded as to why you're not with Namjoon anymore hurts. You don't have the urge to cry but what can you cry when at just the thought of him you feel empty?

"Y/N?"

Sighing you look off out your window as you try to come up with a reason. It takes you a second until you find one.

"I've just been wanting to be with you," you say. "It's been a while since I've had this... feeling of wanting to be with you."

The radio fills the silence that comes. You don't know if what you said was right? Would he believe you? You can barely believe yourself. You think you might have laid it on a little thick and now you're just waiting for him to tell you that he knows you're lying.

Hoseok lets go of your hand and you look at him to see he's pulling off towards the side of a curb. You look around thinking you might have arrived to the festival but you see nothing that would indicate that. Nothing and no one is here.

"Hoseok," you call to him.

"Stay here," he says.

Your brows draw together in confusion and you watch in horror when he gets out of the car and approaches another a few feet behind and punches the driver's side glass in.

"Hoseok," you yell. You get out of the car and run after him just as he rips a man out from the other car. "Hoseok what are you doing? Stop!"

He ignores you choosing instead to interrogate the man.

"Who sent you? Why were you following me?"

You freeze in your spot. This man was following you? Wait, what?

"He was following us," you ask.

Hoseok grits his teeth. "I noticed him from the moment we left home." He directs his words to the man now. "Tell me who sent you and I won't break your arm."

"I'm sorry!" The man says. "I'm sorry it was a mistake!"

"Wrong answer."

Hoseok turns the man around slamming him into the car and twists his arm behind him. The man screams in pain.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't do it! I'll tell you!"

Hoseok doesn't let up on his hold but he refrains from breaking the other man's arm. You're still worried though despite now knowing he'd been following you.

"Tell me." Hoseok demands.

"It was your cousin who sent me. I'm sorry!"

His cousin? He didn't mean...

Releasing him, Hoseok stands back and sends a glower at the man.

"I'll let you go," he says. "But you better tell her to back off otherwise she'd be losing her other fang."

The man vehemently nods and bows at Hoseok's feet.

"I will! I swear I will."

A sharp tsk comes from Hoseok before he snarls.

It's hard to swallow especially when your stomach twists and turns in a nervous-induced pain. It takes you a second to move but when you do you grab Hoseok's arm and tug on him.

"Hoseok let's go. Please. Before anyone sees us."

It's at the feel of your touch does his expression lessen from pure anger into one of annoyance and it's directed at the man.

"Get up and go," he says. "Before I change my mind."

The man whose side of the face you notice has scratches no doubt from the glass that shattered nods again and hurriedly stands to jump in his running car and both you and Hoseok wait until he's gone.

Your grip on Hoseok's arm is strong and it's after a moment of heavy breathing does he calm down and looks at you.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"I was scared!"

"Still."

You shake his arm. "Hoseok you punched that guy's window in without telling me what was going on. How was I supposed to react?"

He has an unreadable expression on as you continue to go off.

"You can't expect me to sit back and act like nothing was happening." You grab his hand he used to punch the glass. "Your knuckles are bruised and bleeding! Hoseok-"

Your tirade is cut short when his lips press up against your own. You let go of his hand to grip his shirt with both hands and whimper at the amount of pressure he's applying to your lips.

Pulling back Hoseok releases a breath as you release a shaky one.

"You were worried about me," he asks.

It did sure seem like that. You were more worried about the man Hoseok was willing to hurt despite knowing now that he was following you. That aside you know Hoseok would have broken his arm. When he's angry he's capable of a lot of things, but you won't say any of that. Not if you want to keep the peace so you nod.

"Yeah," you say.

His expression softens even more into a delicate smile. You look into each other's eyes without anything to say before he pulls back a little to look down at his bruised knuckles. The wounds don't look as fresh and the bruises are starting to look green. He was healing.

"You don't have to worry about me," he says.

"But still... Don't do something like that again. Please?"

Hoseok looks at you and when he sees how adamant you are he sighs yet smiles.

"Anything for you."

You find yourself smiling back and realize that pretending to fall for him comes easier than expected.

With his healing hand he rests it over your shoulder to guide you back towards the car. Once inside you sigh and lean back in the seat.

"Everything good?" Hoseok asks.

To be honest no. The man who was following you said he was doing this for Hoseok's cousin. The only person you can think of is Jiyoo because Hoseok mentioned her losing her other fang if she didn't back off. It had to be her right?

"Y/N?"

You look at him and give him a weary smile. "It's just the guy. He mentioned your cousin. Does he mean...?"

Hoseok hums. "Yeah it's her. I don't have any other cousins but her."

You frown as he begins to drive. "Why would she send someone like that after us?"

He shrugs as he takes a turn. "To be honest she's probably still pissed after everything that happened. I'm surprised she didn't send someone in sooner."

"Does she normally do things like this?"

"To stalk us?" He shakes his head. "No. Never. If she wanted information she'll go in and get it herself so this is new."

You still have a frown on your face at the mention of this. Jiyoo sending someone to spy on you guys makes you feel sick. You don't know what she's after for her to do this you just know that you don't like it one bit.

"Should we warn your brothers?"

Hoseok hums. "I will but let's have some fun first. I don't want this to ruin our time together. If anything, they're just as observant as me so if there is someone around they'll notice it."

You don't say anything as he drives a few minutes more before pulling up into a parking spot. In the distance you see people. They're everywhere and they seem to be in good spirits.

"Ready?" Hoseok asks.

You nod with a hum.

"I'm sure you'll like it so come on. Let's go."

After turning off the car he steps out with you in tow. When you meet in front of the car he grabs your hand and leads you towards the people who are going back and forth enjoying their time. Their chatter grows louder the closer you get and there's even music playing throughout the area. You don't know what to look at first so your attention flip flops between anything and everything.

Hoseok leads you on taking you to wherever his heart desires. When you notice where he's taking you your brows perk up. There are a bunch of straw bales stacked on top of each other so high you can't see where the end is. It's reminiscent of the maze back at Hoseok's and when you check the sign next to it it says 'Welcome to the Straw Bale Maze.'

"Let's go." Hoseok says with a smile. "Let's see what's at the end of this."

He drags you along until it's just the two of you together. You can hear the squealing of children as they make their way through in the distance no doubt with their parents laughing.

"To be honest," you say. "I can barely remember how to get through the maze back at yours so I doubt I'll be able to lead us out of this one."

Hoseok laughs. "Don't worry. They always switch up the maze every year so this is new to me too."

He laces your fingers together and pulls you along into walls and walls of the maze. There were times where you were making progress and other times where you couldn't help but laugh along with Hoseok as you would come to a dead end. He'd tell you that it was okay and push on until you two reached the very end where there was a grand tree that stood up tall with beautiful orange, yellow, and red leaves. Many were on the floor already scattered about and people were taking pictures beneath the tree.

You were watching a family of four posing for pictures. They would do a different face or stand in a different position than they were before until five shots later they were called over by a man in a booth. He shows them on a screen their pictures and at a nod of approval they wait until their pictures are printed out on a little strip and given to them. One for each parent.

"Come on." Hoseok says. "It's our turn."

You walk up to the tree and stand in front of it confused at what to do. Hoseok stands behind you and wraps his arms around your middle and kisses the side of your head.

"A cute couple." The man in the booth says. "Show us how cute you can get!"

"Smile." Hoseok whispers and when you do a picture is taken.

For the next pose Hoseok comes around and has you step directly in front of him - your sides facing the man. He presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes just as he does. At the sound of the click you open your eyes and before you had a chance to properly react Hoseok kisses you. Another click. But he doesn't let up. This time he rests his hand behind your neck and leans in until your back is arched and a hand is placed there as well. You're expecting him to deepen the kiss and so you part your lips the slightest bit but the high never comes becomes he pulls back after another click.

You're a little disappointed but you try to not let it show. Of course he couldn't give you what you wanted in front of all these people. You begrudgingly accept it and you have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself. You're playing along with him so that when the time is right you can leave without him on your back so you do what he does and laugh like two people disgustingly in love. Click.

"Alright!" The man says. "Let's see what we got here."

Hoseok lets go of you and urges you forward with him. When you reach the booth you see the monitor and you see through the eyes of another how you and Hoseok look. You can't deny it. Hoseok is handsome. Heartbreakingly so. You never considered yourself to be ugly but standing next to him you can't help but wonder for a moment what he sees in you. The man claims you both look cute but you also wonder if he's just saying that because it's his Lord whose pictures he was taking. Either way, you say nothing as two strips of pictures are printed out like a film and handed to you both.

"Enjoy the rest of your time here." The man says and you nod at him as Hoseok smiles.

He stares at the picture lovingly before handing it to you. "Put it in your purse. I don't want to ruin it by folding it."

You take it and along with yours you place it into your bag you had with you since you went out with Yoongi. Afterwards, he grabs your hand and leads you towards the exit on the side but before you leave a young woman at the fence pulls off the tray two apples covered in peanuts and a thick brown glaze that holds them together.

"Here you go," she chirps. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

The two of you grab your respective ones and leave to join the crowd again.

"What is this," you ask.

Hoseok raises a brow at this and you're about to remind him about your sheltered former life but he just smiles.

"Candy apples. They're apples covered in caramel and peanuts. It's really good."

You give yours a sniff and you can smell how sweet it is. With a tentative bite you give it a taste before your eyes widen in surprise.

"Do you like it?"

You nod your head after having another bite. Hoseok laughs before having a bite of his own as he continues leading you to another place.

You enjoy the burst of flavor. The combination of the sweet apple and caramel with the slight salty taste of the peanuts. Neither of the three flavors are too overpowering and you find your finishing yours before Hoseok finishes his own.

When you're done you toss your sticks into a bin and head off in the direction Hoseok takes you.

The next place he takes you is to a fire pit where people are making s'mores. He asks you if you ever had it before but he isn't surprised when you say no. He explains what it consist of and so when you have it you enjoy it to the fullest.

Hoseok is taking you to enjoy many firsts. From foods, drinks, playing games like roll the pumpkin, toss the corn. He encourages you to bob for apples but you refuse. Especially since he took you to get your face painted.

The majority of people who have their face painted are children but he was adamant that you do it. To heal your inner child he said even though you don't mind the fact that you've never done these things before as a kid. The artist did a great job though and Hoseok insisted on taking a picture of the both of you to keep as memories.

To be honest, you were enjoying yourself. Even when it came to dancing. You told Hoseok no that you would not dance with him but he persuaded you. He said you didn't have to actually know how to dance. Swaying side to side was good enough so that's what you did. You swayed side to side to the soft music along with many others. Most being couples. If you noticed people had their eyes on you you didn't say. You were too busy having your eyes closed as he had his with your head resting on his chest. You could hear the faint sound of his heart beat and along with the music it lulled you into a sense of security. One you never thought you would have with Jung Hoseok himself. It's the giddiness after doing so many fun things you told yourself. Pretending to love Hoseok isn't hard but you do have to admit that you were having fun.

When the music comes to an end and something more upbeat starts you open your eyes and pull away from him. He lets you as he looks down at you and smiles.

"See," he says. "It wasn't that bad."

You give a small smile.

He takes you by the hand and walks through the crowd that formed when they noticed it was Lord Hoseok with his lovely lady. Neither of you two acknowledge it. Instead he takes you far away towards an area with round tables and chairs around them. You read the sign and see that it says 'Pumpkin Carving' and you see a little image of a jack-o-lantern staring back at you. Now this you really wanted to do. Maybe Hoseok is right about wanting to heal your inner child because this caught your attention the moment you saw it.

Hoseok pulls you along with him as you come to a barn like building that houses pumpkins upon pumpkins. Two women man the station and accept payment for the pumpkins that are chosen. Hoseok does the same and you don't miss the way the women stare at him with something in their eyes, but you know he wouldn't pay them any mind so long as he considered you the love of his life.

"Come on," he says. "Let's choose our pumpkins."

You walk into the barn and search the area for a pumpkin that catches your attention. You don't want anything too big nor too small so when you find the one you want you're quick to take it. Hoseok chooses one that's slightly bigger than yours and before coming to a table he digs out of the bucket near the front carving knives as well as a marker and rubbing alcohol and a cloth from right next to it.

Your pumpkins land with a light thud on the table you choose before you look at everyone else who's doing this. You see the way they draw on the pumpkin with a marker and from there, with the carving knives, they cut their way through. The alcohol and cloth you see is to rub away any marks left behind from the marker that were not cut away.

"You have an idea of what you want to make?" Hoseok asks.

"Honestly no. I've never done this before so doing the basic sounds good enough to me."

He smiles. "Basic is always a good choice."

You watch as he draws the face he wants before handing off the marker to you. You mimic him and choose something simple. Something you've seen in movies and TV shows. When it comes time for carving you realize what a chore it is. Cutting off the top to gut the pumpkin and leaving it bare alone is work in of itself. Hoseok is about to ask you if you've ever had roasted pumpkin seeds but stops himself. When you ask him what's up he tells you and you admit that you actually have. He's happy to know this and brings up how he'll make sure to tell the servants to have some made sometime this season.

Your hands feel gross covered in the pumpkin innards but you wipe them on the cloth once you're done. It's here now that both you and Hoseok start to cut away at the shapes you drew. It's almost a cathartic feeling. You don't know how to explain it but it just feels that way to you.

Spending time like this with Hoseok is different but nice. He sees it as doing something nice with his partner while you see it as doing something fun for yourself. Though you know you wouldn't be here right now if it weren't because of him. An annoying reminder. But there wasn't any time for those thoughts. Remember: you're supposed to pretend to fall in love with him.

With every slice and pull your jack-o-lantern is coming together. Your lines aren't the straightest but you can easily tell what it is. Hoseok's skilled hand though, as he's done this before, easily makes it come to life. When the two of you are done you sit down on the chair and stare at your pumpkin with a smile.

"You like it?"

You look up at Hoseok and nod with that same smile on your face. "It was fun."

A heart shaped smile takes over his lips as he readies the cloth and alcohol.

He wipes away the black lines left behind from what he drew and takes the time to do the same with your pumpkin. You look at him as he does this and for a moment you feel sad. Sad because now more than ever Hoseok looks like any other person just trying to do their best. A date wanting to impress. A man with emotions that claims that he cares. But that's all been ruined a long time ago. It hasn't really been that long since you've been with him but it feels like it. Every single day you've spent with him since the moment you two first met. It feels like forever ago and along with that forever comes disdain to overshadow everything. It's sad really but you can't make this better with him. Not even if you tried to actually fall in love with him. That ship has sailed a long time ago.

"There." Hoseok says.

He draws you out of your thoughts and you see that both yours and his pumpkins look clean. They smile at you and you smile back.

"We can put these in the car now and come back to do other things if you want."

You look around you to see what else you would like to do but you are hit with a chill. You have long sleeves on but nothing else to cover up with. It's starting to get dark you note and along with that comes chilly nights. It felt good out when the sun was at its highest but now not so much.

Your eyes draw over to a booth that sells funnel cakes. It's caught your attention before back when you had your face painted. So you point it out.

"How about we put the pumpkins away then we come back for that?"

You hum. "Okay."

"Okay," he says with a smile.

The two of you carry your freshly carved pumpkins back to the car. There are more cars in the lot than there were earlier and that's saying something because this place was already packed as is. Another chill hits you and you tremble a little. Your bones feel like they're trying to rattle and you have to clear your throat a little to try and pretend like the chilly night isn't bothering you. Hoseok does catch on to it though because he asks if you're okay and you shrug.

"Just a little chilly tonight but I'm fine."

His brows draw together. "Are you sure? We can leave now if you want."

"But what about the funnel cake?"

You both reach the car where you stand close to him as he unlocks it. He places both yours and his pumpkins in the back seat before closing the door. After his hands are free he turns to you and hugs you close to him.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable though." He kisses your forehead. "How about this: you stay in the car and I'll go get the funnel cake. Does that sound good?"

There wasn't much else you wanted to do besides get that so you nod your head.

"Good," he says. "Hop in the car then. I'll be right back."

"Wait."

He stops what he's doing and you know you're going to be laying it on thick here but you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his lips. It doesn't last for too long but it still snatches both of your breaths away. His eyes look heavy with affection and you think you see a hint of lust.

"Don't take too long, okay?"

He bites his lip to try and contain his smile. "Okay."

You let him go to hop into the car. His eyes follow after you and it's when you're safe inside does he lock the doors and heads off to get you your funnel cake.

When he's a reasonable distance away you sigh. When you get the go from Minjeong on where you'll be staying you'll finally be at peace. Even more so when you're actually gone from this stupid place.

You tongue your cheek as you look at everyone in the distance. They're so happy and unsuspecting. The devil makes his way through them and they haven't got a clue to who he really is. It's sickening really but you have to get it together. If you want to make it out you just have to.

You know what's to follow when you get back home. You'll be glued to his side and he'll more than likely want to see how far your "affection" goes. This is as new to him as it is to you. Sex and all of that is nothing new but coming from a participant who would normally fight back and now they aren't? Because they are possibly falling in love? Finally? Yeah he's going to want to explore more of this. You're not a great actress but you figure in his blind love for you that he'll overlook that. You just have to learn not to push it too much otherwise you'll look suspicious. For every step you take and every action you make you have to learn to take it easy. Take it slow because it's not like you fell for him overnight. No, it has to be like you're starting to feel something and you're slowly expressing that to him. Act self-concious over your feelings and show that to him. Maybe then he'll believe you.

You hope this plan works as best as the next. There's not much else you can figure out to do on your end besides stay quiet about everything, but you have to help in some way. You've already given up your body to Hoseok though that's a long story. What's to say you can't give it up completely? Willingly. At least for now.

You see Hoseok making his way back to the car with a plate of funnel cake with him. He looks so unsuspecting but you can't bring yourself to feel bad. Not entirely at least.

He unlocks the car and hops in, turning it on to warm things up a little before handing you the plate. You can smell the treat and take a piece off so you can taste it. You make a sound of approval making Hoseok smile.

"It's good, right?"

"Mhmm. I don't know what I expected but I like it."

He reaches over to grab a piece for himself.

You hum. "You ruined me, you know."

Hoseok looks at you with brows drawn together. "What?"

Licking your lips you swallow the food in your mouth. "I'm going to want this all the time now."

At the realization of what you meant he breaks into a smile and giggles.

"Anything for you, my love. You ask for it and I'll provide."

"Do you know how to cook," you ask.

He nods. "I do actually. Despite having servants my mother wanted to teach me. She said if for whatever reason I need to eat and no one is available then I can take care of myself." He shrugs. "Just one of many things she taught me."

"That's nice."

"Do you know how to cook?"

"I do but I never did it much. My expertise was in cleaning and taking care of the garden so despite being taught how to I never really cooked."

Hoseok leans back a bit to look at you but he does so with a small smile. "Well I can always cook for you. For us. I don't mind."

You smile back at him though it's a little awkward.

He continues to stare and lets you finish off the funnel cake. You offered it to him but he said no. That he was fine. The staring is unnerving though and so when you shift your eyes towards him you give a look of discomfort.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Hoseok chuckles. "Sorry it's just... Nevermind."

You bring the plate down to your lap and frown. "Tell me."

He shakes his head. "It's nothing major. It's just that you look beautiful and I wonder how I got so lucky in having you to myself."

There he goes. Saying sweet nothings you can't relate to. But you push that aside. You have a role to play.

You look off towards the side bashful and mumble "I could say the same thing."

He heard it and you imagine it makes his heart flutter because his hand comes up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss.

You're careful to not let the crumbs on the plate fall over onto the floor but you reciprocate the kiss. Your lips slotting perfectly with each other. You want to deepen it but Hoseok pulls back leaving you disappointed once again today because it's like he's dangling the high above your head.

He smiles at you. "You taste like funnel cake."

You laugh. "Yeah I wonder why."

He chuckles and leans back to extend his hand towards you. "You done?"

You hum in agreement and watch as he grabs the empty plate and leaves to toss it out.

You relax your shoulders. You don't know when you grew so tense but you have to change that. The idea of that makes you sigh.

You started this, you think. Might as well see it to the end.

[artbyhauk]

do you have what it takes?

in many ways, the games industry as we know it is giving off death rattles, likely on account of people whose sole priority is numbers having this idea that growth is infinite- and independent of the state of the world. everything can be nailed down into handy little strategies and powerpoints, surefire plans to make insane numbers- and boom, one day the plan falls through and the same people whose purpose is the survival of a business get off scot free while thousands of workers lose their livelihoods.

i have some views i have been told are radical regarding business as a game studio owner.

First, i believe that success is random and incredibly situational. All you inherently can do to affect it is manipulate chances. You could have all the money and eyes on you in the world and flop, you could release a 2 dollar asset flip and gain terrifying amounts of attention overnight. In all ways, releasing a game is a gamble consisting of a million chance successes to even get to this point. Hell, not dying before you drop your work is a chance success in itself.

More money and more time gets you more chances. Easy as, and pretending otherwise is futile. In the end its all chance, and you work with what you have- which brings me to my second point: working within your means.

I dont think i'll ever understand pretending you have money you dont have- i'm just not wired to. Loans terrify me, i cannot ever 'expect' a revenue- what business do i have expecting anyone to give me money? Am i forcing people to buy my product? You either have money or you dont.

Unless you can afford to, dont hire people. Its cruel to promise people money where there is none. There cant be any growth if there is no ground to grow on.

These two things might very well make me bad at business. But if business is cheating people out of money and lying to myself and others, maybe thats not a thing i wanna be good at.

I suppose it makes sense though. I own a business out of necessity. I'm forced to care about powerpoints and plans and strategies, to put my belief in social media and neatly defined target audiences, because they let me create my art. But they also drive me insane, pushing against my moral compass and putting me face to face with a cruel industry that combines all the worst aspects of art, film and technology.

Ironically, this industry is also thoroughly hostile to art. Everything must have a proven success or rely on cheap tactics to earn revenue. Exploration, the unique and creative approaches are shunned and dismissed. Even the notion that a work can exist not to be a success, but to further games as a medium seems incomprehensible. Because in the end, its all about the bottom line.

i think, that to 'have what it takes' to survive the games industry, you need to be a cockroach. Work within your means, survive, and hunker down to fend for yourself- because capital will either eat this industry alive or vanish from it, and at that point what else will there be but art and love for the medium?

On the plus side, the small inherit the scraps from giants.

[archiveikemen]

Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 4 Premium Story

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(... I can’t believe this is how he’s making me repay him.)

As a way to repay him for helping me at the casino, Harrison suggested that…

Kate: … A cafe?

Harrison: There’s not much of a crowd here, but this cafe opens till late at night and has delicious food.

Harrison: Excuse me. I’ll have grape cake, cheesecake, chocolate parfait… and also…

Kate: I can’t eat that much!

Harrison: Huh? Who said that I’m ordering for you? This is all for myself.

(Erm… all of it?)

Harrison: Master, I’ll have a sweetened strawberry flavoured milk as well. Alright, you go ahead and order too.

Kate: Is this all… because I was too conceited?

Harrison: Maybe. Thanks for the treat.

…

The sound of the doorbell ringing as we exited the cafe echoed into the quiet street at night.

Kate: … And there goes my money meant for buying play tickets. Again.

Harrison: But the food was good, right?

Kate: Of course! I didn't notice that place hidden in an alley even when I was making deliveries as a postwoman.

(The ricotta pancakes were to die for. They were so fluffy and melted in my mouth, they were so delicious…)

Harrison: You repaid me, gained valuable information, and got to eat good food. Isn't that a good thing?

Kate: Yes!

(Huh…? I have a feeling that I just got taken for a ride.)

As I inwardly wracked my brain, Harrison muttered “speaking of which…”.

Harrison: In 10 minutes time, your 3 days will be over.

Harrison’s gaze pointed towards the clock face on Big Ben.

(Right. So many things have been happening lately that the promise almost completely slipped out of my mind.)

Unfortunately, I failed to obtain any useful information “from him”.

Harrison: Judging from that look on your face, I guess it's safe to say that I’ve won?

(If I admit my loss now, Harrison will never allow me near him again, just as he said.)

(The opportunity to get to know Harrison will be lost forever.)

I didn't know why, but I had this strange pang of loneliness welling up inside me when that thought came to mind.

He was a carefree and mean liar whose mind I could never read.

Sometimes, he would stare into my eyes as if looking at what was in my heart. And his eyes occasionally contained a hint of loneliness.

(... Yeah. I want to get to know Harrison better.)

(I want to know things like what makes him happy, or what makes him upset.)

A mild impulse surged in me, giving me motivation.

Kate: The game hasn't ended yet.

Harrison: …?

Kate: Harrison, you “never leave someone in need”.

Back there at the casino, Harrison could've chosen to leave me in the lurch — but he didn't.

(At that point of time… I was really glad he did that.)

Kate: I think that this is a very useful piece of information about you.

Harrison: …

Kate: So, um…

(That was just an excuse.)

And then, the atmosphere around me changed.

Harrison: Pfft, haha! What on earth was that?

Harrison: You sound so desperate. I thought you’re just way too kind-hearted, but you’re surprisingly resilient too.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing his genuine smile.)

His smile was gentle unlike his usual aloof smile.

It completely stole my heart.

Harrison slowly came closer to me and peered into my face.

Harrison: What’s with that face?

Kate: Oh, um… I was just thinking that this is the first time I’m seeing you smile.

Harrison: I’m a human being, of course I can smile. It’s a natural thing.

Kate: Well, that’s true.

Kate: But this is the first time you’ve smiled in front of me, right?

(This smile must be precious, so I should remember it well.)

As I grinned in satisfaction, Harrison gently pressed a beautiful finger to my cheek.

Kate: W- What are you doing…?

Harrison: Me too.

Harrison: It’s my first time seeing you smile too.

Harrison: You should smile more often. It suits you.

Harrison narrowed his eyes and pulled his hand away, then distanced himself.

Kate: … I knew it, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, just forget about—

Harrison: Fine.

Kate: … Huh?

Harrison: Seeing how resilient you are, I’ll let you win our bet.

Kate: Are you being serious…?

Harrison: What, do you want me to lie?

I shook my head, and Harrison smiled.

Harrison: If I say no to you, I’ll have to deal with you getting all depressed and sulking.

Harrison: I mean, you’ll only be here for a month anyway. So do whatever you want, I guess?

Kate: Yes, I’ll definitely do that!

Harrison: Goodness.

And with that, Harrison was about to start walking again when…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Hey, can you walk in front of me?

Kate: Why?

Harrison: My fox curse causes me to get distracted when there’s someone next to me.

Kate: I see. Got it, I’ll pay attention to that next time.

I nodded and did as I was told.

(He’s giving me information about the fox curse after our bet has ended. … As expected, he’s mean.)

I could hear the sound of his footsteps coming from a little distance behind me.

Harrison: — Who made that kiss mark on your neck?

Kate: K- Kiss mark!?

Harrison: Yeah, there’s a very obvious one on your neck. Your partner must be…

Kate: I- It’s definitely not that! Maybe it’s just an insect bite or something.

Harrison: I lied.

Kate: … Lied?

Harrison: Pfft… I’m amazed by how you managed to live this long.

(Did he just play me? Geez… I can never let my guard down around him.)

Feeling frustrated with how easily he fooled me, I walked away in silence.

And then I heard a clattering sound from behind me.

(...?)

I turned around to see Harrison shaking a metal tin.

Harrison: Mints. Here, you have one too.

Kate: … Mint is a hit or miss kind of flavour.

Harrison: Hmm. Fine if you don't want it.

Kate: I do!

Harrison: Then, I’ll feed it to you mouth to mouth.

Kate: You’re lying, right? I won’t let you fool me anymore.

Harrison: I’m serious.

Kate: … What?

Harrison: Yeah I’m lying.

(D- Darn it!)

Harrison: Here, take one.

He tossed me a mint from behind.

Harrison narrowed his eyes as I looked at the mint candy I caught in my hands.

I popped the candy into my mouth and started walking again.

The candy tasted refreshing and slightly sweet at the same time.

I was reminded of Harrison’s mint coloured eyes.

(Harrison is like mint candy.)

His footsteps echoing behind me, and for some reason I…

I found it hard to look back at him.

[ryuichirou]

Hey ryuichi, as an artist, how do you feel about Ai art? Do you think that Ai is going to replace artists? Do you think that Ai artists are real artists?

I'm curious to know your opinion on this matter.

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! I wanted to give you a more or less nuanced reply, so it took me some time to think about this topic.

I’ll start with the easy one: no, AI art isn’t going to replace all artists and it’s not going to completely eradicate art as we know it, because art doesn’t exist solely for the practical purposes. As long as people enjoy and feel passionate about making art, art is going to exist in one form or another. But that’s just stating the obvious.

And while there are people who are better or worse at coming up with prompts for the AI, as long as they don’t do any additional work based on the AI-generated image, I don’t consider it being art. I think art is about skill, taste and personality, and this simply isn’t it.

Are people going to lose jobs because of AI art? Unfortunately, it already happens, but it also doesn’t mean that artists are doomed and this is some kind of apocalypse. It’s very important to consider the scale of things, the possible developments, etc. Here are some points to consider…

First of all, if we’re talking about personal commissions and clients that opt to use AI instead of commissioning an artist for their project (or personal use), I wouldn’t say that it’s too much of a loss. I feel like this is exactly the type of clients who don’t tend to appreciate artists’ work and pay them fairly anyway, otherwise they wouldn’t even consider AI as an option. Many of these “clients” would never commission an artist anyway, so they’re not even a part of this client pool. I know that money is money, and some artists would gladly take even a low-paying job from a customer that often doesn’t treat them well (I’ve been there and speak from my personal experience back when I started to offer my commission services), but I am an idealist and think that we shouldn’t spend our time and energy on someone who doesn’t see any value in our work anyway. Not everyone has the luxury of throwing away people who pay you at least something, of course, these artists still need to eat, so that last statement remains an idealistic take from me, keep that in mind.

And if we’re talking about corporations that use AI instead of hiring artists, while it is a problem, I also feel like it’s going to backfire somehow – it kinda does already. Not necessarily in terms of the company getting backlash, but in terms of the lack of quality control over the AI art (if you don’t have any actual artists on board, how are you going to know if the art works or not?) and some other unexpected reasons that are definitely going to pop up.

AI is definitely going to transform the way we think about art and art-related jobs in general. Some jobs might get lost forever, but it happens all the time – there are other brand-new types of art-jobs that are going to start emerging out of thin air. Just like photography and Photoshop influenced the market and art in general, AI is going to do just that.

I’ll note that I don’t think companies are going to stop using AI altogether at any point of the near future though; it’s a very powerful and cost-effective tool, there is no way they are letting it go. AI is absolutely here to stay, and it’s going to evolve and become better and better, scarily better. But this is how I think we should approach it:

People whose work is used for the AI’s learning pool should abso-fucking-lutely give their consent to their work being used, or even better, be compensated for their participation. If there is a new AI that makes a point out of the participation in the learning process being voluntary and well-paid, I think it’d change the dynamic between artists and AI – so far it’s just stealing from them.

Ideally, AI should be used as a base and not the final product. Actual artists could get inspired by it during the brainstorming stage or work over it.

Whoever posts, produces or distributes content that was created with the help of an AI, should absolutely mark it accordingly. In my perfect world, there’re going to be laws about this lol In general, the whole thing needs to be reflected in law, so far it’s way too easy to abuse.

Not only marked, AI generated images should be banned from being sold lol You can press that button and type all the key words all you want, but the result is just a free image that anyone can use and cannot be monetized. I believe this final point would make the majority of AI users just abandon their desire to use it in general – if there’s no profit for them, they’ll drop out, and AI art can be used as a tool like it’s supposed to be.

As you can see, I have avoided saying that people who use AI art are “artists” because I don’t consider them artists. If they don’t transform anything and don’t bring anything new to the table, I, the most important person on this planet, will refuse to give them that title lol

As far as I know, actors and writers have achieved some guarantees against the use of AI during their strike..? I haven’t looked into it, so I don’t know. Also please, keep in mind that I’m mostly talking about illustrations, because this is what I do. AI affects other types of art too, and there might be nuance there that I’m not mentioning here.

In general, I don’t want to demonize AI, because I feel like it’s not a problem on itself, it’s the way people use it that’s brings problems for all of us. This is a very new technology, and we don’t know how to handle it just yet mostly because for the lack of the law system regulating it, this is why there are so many opportunities to abuse it.

Also also, when the novelty of the AI art wears off, we might end up with the resurgence of appreciation for “real human art” or something. We are waaaaay too prone to nostalgia not to go “god I miss it when actual people designed logos” one day, and believe me, whenever it happens, the companies are going to market their stuff as the REAL HUMAN ART by the REAL HUMAN PEOPLE so much that we’re going to get sick of it in 5 minutes lol. But hey, maybe it’ll end up being a reason to pay artists more.

Thank you for reading such a long reply! I don’t want for my blog to turn into a discussion board, so sorry in advance if you address this topic in future asks to give me links or examples and I won’t reply to you, but it depends on the number of asks. I’ll look through everything on my own.

[girl-boss-sukeban]

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