#you should at least guarantee me that 1) you will not try to force me into gambling and drugs

[risingsunresistance]

youtube will not be a good platform until 1) they stop trying to literally break your computer for daring to ask that you are not spied on and sold to third parties and have a lot of harmful shit forcibly shoved down your throat unless you are willing to dedicate part of your paycheck to them monthly and 2) THEY GIVE ME THE OPTION TO SORT A CHANNEL'S VIDEOS BY LENGTH PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU IM TIRED OF SORTING THROUGH 7 MINUTE VIDEOS TO FIND THE HOUR-LONG ONES BC THESE GUYS HATE PLAYLISTS-

[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[popponn]

boyfriend hcs | isagi yoichi.

notes: im done pretending to be sane. "things and hcs about isagi yoichi" post because world hard and cold isagi yoichi soft and warm. this time, really mean it when saying no brain just isagi big love. please don't look at this too closely, other than that: no warning.

the "natural rizz" type who is honestly not really good at being purposefully suave. if he tries, it will either go boyfailure route or cute babygirl route. if he doesn't, it's a full package bf who will get your whole family & friends' approval.

at first, he tries really hard, but the moment you get him to calm down and kick the nervousness away, you will get: casual affection, unconditional support, a cuddly & clingy bf on weekends, etc.

looks at matching keychains once and the metavision is telling him it will be cute if you two have that.

he seems like the type who is not obvious when he is in love. at first. the moment his friends accidentally stumble upon your dates and see his smile, his smile is fooling no one.

somehow could make the most mundane unromantic activity cute as long he does it with you. accidentally. somehow.

when he starts dating you, his clothes will reflect your taste because: 1) he will shop for those clothes with you and ask for your opinion; 2) if you are a sane human with a bare minimum level of taste you should know his fashion sense level is in minus already—please do a favor to mankind and get him away from that neon orange trousers and bright green jumper; 3) he just wants to see you happy; 4) despite his humble look and usual demeanor, he likes showing off that he has you and you have him.

doesn't mean he can pick your clothes. do yourself a favor and think thrice or ten times if he suggests clothing or god forbid a mix match. love makes people dumb but it has to have a limit. your man is not trustworthy in the style department.

getting his parents' approval should be the least of your worries. his blue lock fellows and noel fucking noa should be your concern. good luck, high chance you have to verbally fight people like michael kaiser and barou shohei.

your phone is guaranteed to have at least 5 country clocks in it because yoichi is an international sensation. and when he is not busy practicing, you barely leave his mind at all.

it ranges from "oh, they will like this as a gift" to longingly gazing at his phone because while he is an understanding & secure attachment-style boyfriend, it doesn't mean he can bear with you not contacting him for three days. call your man. text him.

his favorite songs will be that cm song and whatever you often listen to around him—"it just sticks". his favorite movie will be totoro and your favorite movie. attachment and fond memories are the main driving force for his favorite stuff.

is pretty independent and self-sufficient that is not clingy most of the time. unless when he is sleepy. he hugs his pillow when he sleeps, now that he has you get ready.

if your main love language are acts of service and words of affirmation, it will be an instant match. "i do this for you, you do this for me" without any talking needs to be done, just like second nature. and he likes to be praised.

in case of quality time and physical touch, it will take some time to get used to, most probably. while he clearly enjoys time with his closest ones, isagi also enjoys his alone time and thinking time too. and he used to be a shy boy who doesn't share touches with people much. but believe in his adaptability, as long as the parties involved are willing to figure this out it will get figured out.

made a whole post about this once like a besotted fool, but is a really good listener who likes listening to you. it's like you "giving him a piece of you"—especially if it is a part of you that you don't share much.

please do listen and try to figure him out though. moving on soon and focusing on the present's solution is good but in some cases, it really might lead to what people call "pent-up emotions". isagi doesn't enjoy looking or being "weak", but really understanding the emotions he doesn't say out loud will benefit both of you in the long run.

keep the balance in everything—because isagi as understanding and adaptable as he is, still sometimes has a lapse in judgment.

before this gets into angst territory let's stop here. moving on.

is canonly described as poetic in one of exhib dialogues—which means this man is scientifically proven to be cheesy as hell.

sheepish, boyish, cute, sometimes nervous, very boy next door yes. but when he is in the moment, aka the romance flow is kicking, get ready for the most heartfelt, the most sincere profession of love under the sunset. an "i'm glad you are in my life", an "i will happily choose you again", etc.

learn to kick a soccer ball if you can't. 1) good for self-defense; 2) he sometimes brings the ball to sleep and if you don't want it, really think of it as self-defense. (not kidding, check his PWC sprite and that one sleeping anime official art merch)

at first gets bashful at pet names, but if someone makes fun of him—especially during a match—that's just asking for it.

remember his habit of being unable to say "no"? In a very loving manner, it comes back in full force with you. he will spoil the hell out of you even when you don't ask him to. what you want, isagi will get.

you have to be his #1 supporter. because he is yours. sometimes he can give advice and help for you, sometimes he can't. but if anything, he will always be there.

has a soft spot for you smiling while hugging something. in other words, while his gallery is full of your photo with plushies, animals, etc—the number of mirror selfies with the two of you hugging each other is enough to make anyone blink in astonishment.

if someone badmouths you or tries to harrass you, oresagi aka on field persona comes out without any hesitation. and while isagi's appearance doesn't come in the most intimidating form—we have seen him. hold him back, please.

even after everything, is honestly a pretty simple guy who thinks a simple breakfast with you worth much more than expensive dinners. home dates with him is always the coziest thing on earth, no matter whether under a sunny sky or rainy clouds.

when he is dedicated to you, he is dedication itself. certainly still have to do pr and fanservice when he meets some fans in the street, but before he leaves he will always squeeze your hand like asking for permission and he always does it with such efficiency that some of his friends wonder if he is trained to return as quickly as possible to your side. (yeah. isagi values efficiency and like how he wants a goal, he wants to enjoy his date with you.)

comfort hcs tho, when you feel insecure or down in some ways talk to him. he might pick up the bad mood but he isn't the type to try and overstep when you don't want to tell him. and as said before, he is a really good listener who is always there for you, so it will really do you good.

sometimes protest but he loves it when you play with his hair one way or another. ruffle it, pat it, style it—do as you wish. bonus if you are in front of him, in his lap, in the comfort of your shared abode. clingy isagi coming out again.

he hugs in the same way he kisses. they are long and heartfelt. one could use "passionate" to describe them, if it isn't for a certain chaste-esque mannerism that is almost always there.

the only time it is not is when the two of you are in private but because this is a family account. not going there.

[threewaysdivided]

New Desktop Dash, No Bueno

Okay so, new dash layout on desktop.

As seems to be a common reaction: not a fan.

Let's talk about some of the issues:

1. Really visually cluttered

The new sidebar crowds out the dashboard content and the bright blue popup notifications (now at the side AND top) and create-post bar pull your eyes in different directions. There is no space for the eye to rest on anymore - it's all noise. The end result is that everything flattens - there's no focal point anymore.

It's also pretty overwhelming - even for someone like me - so I can't imagine it would be very user-friendly to someone who was photosensitive or struggled with visual overload (especially when paired with the high-contrast 'true blue' default site palette and animated icons for the changes-on-tumblr/staff-picks/trending buttons).

2. The activity pop-up now covers dashboard content

This is really bad from a usability standpoint. In the old layout the activity pop-up used to drop down over the recommended blogs sidebar. Now it actively gets in the way of looking at core content. The dash is why we are here, burying it like this is baffling.

The search bar now drops down over the recommended blogs banner instead, but where the old design had non-critical space on each side of the dashboard to visually allow both features to pop in, this new layout is way worse for efficiency. And for what? Having a rarely-used former drop-down menu now permanently active? The old banner with quick-links for the key use-features (notes, messages, askbox) made much more design sense.

It also means that the activity pop-up gets now completely covered by the blog pop-up that opens when you click the notification, so double demerit there. 0/10.

3. It's harder to navigate to the activity page, and the new page-stretch means you can't see new notes without scrolling down

That first bit is kind of a nitpick but cramming the 'See everything' link down at the bottom of a browser window isn't a great navigation choice. (Again, the visual signifiers and eye-direction in this new design are incredibly poor.)

That the main activity page now requires you to scroll to even see the top note due to the new display ratio is really egregious. It makes another key site feature just slightly less convenient and accessible in a very irritating way. Bad choice.

4. The new ratio pushes the Radar and Main Sponsored slot completely off-screen

This one is directed the tumblr staff: that's also a bad choice, guys. That's your main ad-slot for people loading into Tumblr so hiding it is going to hurt both your ad-impressions and your ability to promote the ad-free option. The new layout ratio also means that the in-dash ads are going to be a lot more invasively screen-filling - and let's be real most users will either add-block or leave before purchasing ad-free. I have no idea what the new layout is trying to achieve but if ad optimisation is the goal then this ain't it, chief.

To be honest I cannot comprehend the rationale for this change. I guess it's visually a bit more like Twitter... but that site is currently being demolished from the inside by poor management decisions so maybe it's not the best aesthetic to be aping.

Well then, what do?

Okay so, new dash bad. And so, in true Tumblr spirit: we complain. However, to get results we must deploy the art of kvetching productively.

If you want the old dash back (or at least, a better new-dash design that corrects some of these big weaknesses) what you should do is head over to https://www.tumblr.com/support and lodge a feedback ticket pointing out the problems. The more users who do that, the more likely you are to see an effective response.

Remember, tagging @staff and @support in posts won't fix this. There's no guarantee they'll see it among the notes barrage.

Also: please don't be rude or abusive when you lodge tickets. Whoever is manning those blogs and inboxes probably isn't the person who forced through this change. Save an intern, be polite.

Go forth in disgruntlement to keep this hellhole a hellhome.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - April

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 30.04.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

Tracking: #josistag

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵 (2/10)

They were fellow students and now they have to play in a BL together. One of them is two years older and popular. For the other one, this is his first big role and he needs it, so he is determined to to anything he needs to do, to be a good actor. Even when this means to find a partner and fall in love to be able to play the role perfectly. Why not try to be lovers with your co-star. All for the sake of the series of course.

2. Blue Boys 🇰🇷 (2/4)

This short series is quite good. I saw the first episode by chance and I was hooked, but lost it again, because I couldn't track it on MDL. Now it is up there. I hope these two can resolve their missunderstanding, with talking! But they are too hungry for each other...

3. Boys Be Brave! 🇰🇷 (2/8)

Enemies to lovers, but different. Jinwoo likes Kisub and Kisub knows this. But while Kisub gives his heart away to every person who hits on him and can't really say No to anyone, Jinwoo loves to build up his wall and hide behind a strong No. Their worlds collide, when Kisub moves in with Jinwoo, if he likes it or not. Great first episodes!

4. Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷 (12/?)

They are back and unhinged like before! Jihan and Jaejun met after a while because they were busy and it seems they had some catching up to do the night before. We get some daily vlogging, some cuteness and some jealousy, which wasn't that cute. But they are finally back and I am happy. The acting is still very good. There is no deeper story behind, just some idols, models and actors falling in love with each other and theit daily lifes.

5. Deep Night 🇹🇭 (3/8)

his is everything I was expecting, so it didn't disappoint, I guess. To be honest, I watch this for First. I guess he would have chemistry with a stick, soooo this is nice. And I hope the story, at least stays like this and won't get worse... Update: This show is a mess 😂 there is so much going on all at once and at the same time nothing really happens? It is so confusing, yet very entertaining. But Wela, my dear, it is totally okay to be pissed if one fucks with you, while you are so drunk you can't remember shit the next day... Just a thought.

6. Kare no Iru Seikatsu 🇯🇵 (3/8)

Kazuhito has no girlfriend and the ones he had, broke up with him, because they felt he likes someone else... Who might that be?... The story is simple, I guess? (But perhaps not that simple... The preview for ep 3 looks interesting.) Childhood friends are forced to move in together after spending time apart. One is a little bit naive and is trying to find out why girls breaking up with the most charming and handsome guy he knows and the latter is in love with the naive one and in the end they have their happy ending. I like it. I want to see their growth.

7. Love Is Like A Cat 🇰🇷 (10/12)

Who thought this was a good idea? Who wrote this? Who said cut at the end of scenes? Who thought this is be the way Mew should act? I cringe so hard and not in a funny way. This series is just bad. I keep watching because of this little bean. But I had to skip so many scenes in today's episodes, because it was just so bad! And I can't figure out if Mew just didn't want to be there and act or if that is the way the director wanted him to act... But the acting is bad. Bad choices everywhere. And the dialogues? Cringe... Why would a bean like Dae Byeol fall for Uno? Nope...

8. My Stand-In 🇹🇭 (1/12)

Okay, hear me out. I watch this for Poom and for Poom only. But the story lookes interesting, it was quite intriguing. I don't know why, but I cringed a bit too much at some scenes. But Poom is beautiful and that is all I care about. Yes, I can be this shallow!

9. Only Boo 🇹🇭 (4/12)

The cringe was so strong with this one this week! I had to pause multiple times, but at the same time I enjoyed it so much! Moo is so unhinged and I love him! But please! Don't let Moo's cousin become a possible love interest for Kang. I know we got this dream sequence this week, but there is something in the air between Shone and him... and I don't like it. The second couple... I felt really sad for them this week. Beeing in love with your best friend is never easy...

10. Unknown 🇹🇼 (12/12)

The story about found family, childhood trauma and struggling topped with a lovestory between "brothers". They aren't really brothers so I really don't care and just enjoy this forbidden and hurtful lovestory to the fullest. This is exactly what I hoped for! The longing, tension and hurting is so good! It is the aftermath of the shooting and Qian is still dealing with his emotions and his feelings for Yuan. The love between them is real and strong, but Qian is afraid and can't just let his heart decide over the head, yet. He loves Yuan, but is afraid what that means for them and especially for Yuan's future. And yet he held him back. He was the one reaching out in the end! I have said enough about them and this first part of ep 11 in my post. I love them. My heart belongs to them. I wish we had more developement between these two as a couple, but I still love them and I forgive this show the rush in the end, because I love it so much.

11. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu.

Finished in April

Series

My Strawberry Film 🇯🇵

This is what I call a love triangle. And the fact that the screenwriters worked for Eien No Kinou or Jack o'Frost promised some heartbreak and teenage angst. And they delivered. I really like this series. And I felt so many emotions, especially for Ryo. And I really loved the ending. No fake relationship and no unrealistic confessions, just some teenagers in love and being friends. And I think Hiraku was such a sweet friend in this last episode. He apologized and he finally recognized Ryo's feelings for him. And I believe they stay friends in the future. It might be difficult, but a good friendship is worth fighting for. It has so much to do with respect and love for each other. It is a solid 8 out of 10 for me.

Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto 🇯🇵

The story about highschool sweethearts, who didn't have the chance to enjoy their young love, because of horrible family backgrounds. Their story is devastating and I am happy they found their way back to each other. The story was good, the acting was good, I am in love with Furuya Robin, which is nice, and the side characters were special (shoutout to Yuto!). I wish there was more "passion" from Miyata, but I guess it is due to his character. Overall it was a good watch and I enjoyed it! A good 8 out of 10 for me.

Jazz For Two 🇰🇷

I love bls about music and about traumatic pasts. The second couple has my heart. I just love them coming together. Usually I hate this bully-trope, but with them, I kinda enjoyed it. Perhaps because Jooha always looked like a hurting puppy. Overall the homophobia in this one is strong and I think it is interesting to see them deal with their own feelings. Internal and external homophobia is such a big thing in all their stories and I wish they had more time to show the developement from hating themselves to loving the other person and themselves. But in my opinion they made a good story and a good show. I like it very much. And what was that kiss in the end? Wow! A good 9 out of 10 for.

To Be Continued 🇹🇭

I really like this one! I read some comments that the reason they never got together was just stupid, but from their perspective I can understand why they reacted how they reacted. They were young and unsure what to do and what all of this meant for them and their friendship. What I liked about the show was the present and past scenes. We learned so much about their past and the scenes fitted perfectly. It was a really good series and I am glad I waited to binge it. Guess I come back to this one from time to time. Rewatch value is there. And those two have really good chemistry! A good 9 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in April

We are 🇹🇭

I dropped this after the first half of the first episode. There are a few reasons for that. First, I need some shows to binge on lonely sundays. And second, I just don't feel like watching this one. It was so quirky for me. Not my kinf od humor right now.

Looking forward to in April

Love is like a cat - Trailer (Apr 1st)

We are - Trailer (Apr 3rd)

Memory in a letter - Trailer (Apr 6th)

Grey Shelter (Apr 11th)

Kare no Iru Seikatsu - Trailer (Apr 12th)

The Spirealm (Apr 15th)

Boys be brave! (Apr 25th)

25 Ji, Akasaka de (Apr 19th)

Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku (Apr 25th)

My Stand-In - Trailer (Apr 26th)

Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko 2024

Knock Knock, Boys - Trailer

[leaentries]

too young for this | mark estapa (chapter 2)

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warning: accidental pregnancy, mature themes, swearing, throwing up, smut, oral (f.receiving)

wc: 2.3k

last - next

Previously

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamie asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test. 

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck. 

There is no way in hell. The test has to be defective, there is just no way you can be pregnant.

How the fuck am I gonna tell Mark?

Lost in your own worry, Jamie forced her way through the bathroom door. She looked at your face, noting the paleness that now took place. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the test in your shaky hand. “Holy shit, y/n/n. You’re actually pregnant.” Jamie then began to ramble about all the possibilities and scenarios of having a child, but only for them to fall on deaf ears.  

The only person taking up your thoughts was Mark. What if he was mad? Or upset? What if he left you? You had only been actually seeing each other for 2 weeks, yet now that seems so far away. Jamie gently shook your shoulder, trying to gain your attention. “y/n?” You looked up at her. She let out a deep sigh, pulling you into an embrace. 

You finally broke. Quietly sobbing, you asked, “What if he leaves me, j?” Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed. She placed her arms on your shoulders, pushing you away slightly. 

“Babe, Mark is fucking in love with you. He always has been, you were just too busy with bitch boy to realize it.” You let out a small chuckle at the familiar nickname she had given Richie. “Besides, even if he wasn’t completely obsessed with you, he isn’t the type of guy to leave his baby momma hangin’ dry.” You nodded, considering her words. You knew Mark was a good guy, a great guy, even. He would be there for you…you hoped. 

Walking out of the bathroom, you sat on Mark’s bed. This is happening, you are gonna have a baby. Mark’s baby. “Well, I should probably go. I imagine loverboy is gonna be home soon and I don’t want to intrude on the special moment.” Jamie gathered the few things she had brought with her. She walked over to you, placing a firm hand on the top of your head, “Let me know how it goes, okay?” You nodded a response. She sent you a small smile, before ruffling your hair and making her way out of the house. 

You lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Your stomach was in knots and you didn’t know if it was from the baby, or the anxiety. At least twenty minutes passed, you were wrong before, those three minutes were nothing compared to this torture. Hearing the front door open and close, you sat up. You felt your heart rate increase rapidly.

Here goes nothing.

Mark walked into the bedroom with multiple bags by his side. “I got pretty much everything they had, along with some of your favorite sn-” He cut himself off at the sight of you. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?’ He placed the bags down, quietly walking over. “Why aren’t you laying down? You’re gonna make yourself feel worse.” 

You took a deep breath, gently grabbing Mark’s wrist to guide him beside you. Turning your body to face him, you remained silent. Deep concern etched its way onto his face, “Baby?” You kept your head downturned, scared he would see the tears swelling in your eyes. “Y/n? You’re starting to scare me, pretty girl.” He brought his hand to your face, gently tilting it so your eyes would meet. 

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” He took his other hand and began to wipe the stray tears that managed to escape.

 You bit your lip, lost on how to break the news to him. Mark took his thumb to your lip, softly tugging it from between your teeth. You let out a breath, “I need to tell you something.” You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lap. “But I’m scared it will ruin everything.” Mark shook his head in protest, “Y/n, nothing you say will ruin anything. I am here, I’m not going anywhere.” 

With the little bit of confidence his words gave you, “I’m pregnant.” Mark’s face went white, you began to worry he was gonna leave, but the grip on your hands only got tighter. “You-you’re pregnant?” He stuttered like he didn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. You nodded, too afraid to speak. 

When Mark didn’t say anything, you spoke up, “Please Marky,” Full sobs shook your body. ‘Please don’t leave me.”

Mark's eyes immediately snapped to yours. He cradled your face once more, “I could never leave you, baby. You’re my girl. I could never leave my girl.” He placed a soft, yet firm kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with big, watery eyes, “Promise?” He sent you a small, reassuring smile, “I promise, this is just something we are gonna have to do together.” With those words, relief instantly flooded your body. 

You were in this together, you and Mark. 

❥.

The next morning you were yet again awoken by nausea. Running to the bathroom, you repeated your actions from the previous morning. Mark was by your side in an instant, with a cold rag and a hair clip. After your nausea spell passed, you decided to take a nice warm shower. “Hey Marky?” You called from the bathroom, as he left to change. “Whatcha need, pretty girl?” He made his way back to the bathroom, now shirtless. You don’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones, or just your regular horniness, but Mark looked absolutely delicious. His toned torso flexed as he walked closer to you, taking in your flushed appearance. 

“Are you gonna throw up again?” He asked while reaching for the discarded hair clip. You chuckled slightly, shaking your head no. “No, I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna hop in the shower.’’ Mark took notice of the slight suggestive tone your voice held. “Okay?” He gave you a quizzical look, “Are you needing help?” You turned around, leaning to turn on the water. “Not technically, but I wouldn’t oppose you joining me.” 

Mark all but jumped at the opportunity. After stripping yourself of your nightwear, you stepped under the steaming water. Before long, you felt a large body join behind you, reaching to lower the temperature. “Hey.” Your eyes snapped open at the lack of heat. Mark grabbed your hips, pulling your body closer. “I read that super hot water can hurt the baby, pretty girl.” He let one of his hands move to rub your still soft, plushy tummy. “So unfortunately, no more steaming showers.” You pouted, wanting nothing more than hot water to soothe your aching muscles.

Mark began to lightly kiss your neck, working his way down your jaw. His hands were now rubbing up and down your full hips. “Mark, what are you doing?” You asked softly. “Just trying to appreciate how beautiful my girl is.” You scoffed slightly, “Well, enjoy me now, 'cause once this baby starts growing so will I. Then I'll be gigantic.” Mark’s hands paused on your hips, turning you to face him. 

 “Listen to me, right now. You are carrying my baby, our baby. There is nothing more beautiful than that. I, for one, can’t wait till your belly starts growing.” He began to trail kisses down your front. Leading from your neck, through the valley of your breasts, making sure to stop and place extra kisses on your stomach.

 “You are gonna make the most gorgeous mommy ever.” Mark looked up at you with big round eyes. His hands rested on your thighs, as he sank to his knees. “I want to prove to you how pretty you are.” He took one of your soft thighs and placed it on his shoulder. He was so close you could feel his breath on your pussy. You let out a small whine, “Fuck, Marky.” You felt him smirk against your thigh. “God you are so fucking beautiful, y/n” With that he attached his lips to your clit, sucking immediately. You gasped at the stimulation. 

Mark’s tongue quickly darted in and out as he devoured you. He moved down to your neglected opening, his nose brushing against your clit. You threw your head back, bumping it into the shower wall. Water ran down your body, making everything slick. Mark picked his head up, before going back to your clit. He brought one of his hands from your thigh to insert one digit into your dripping hole. “Oh my god.” You moaned as Mark began pumping. 

The feeling of Mark’s tongue and fingers became overwhelming. A familiar tightening in your core began to grow. He added another finger, causing you to cry out. “ Fuck, fuck. ‘M gonna come, Marky.” He began to move faster, thrusting his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. You dug your hand into Mark’s wet hair, tugging as you felt your orgasm overtake you.

You screwed your eyes shut, releasing a loud whine as you came all over Mark’s mouth. He made sure to let you ride it out, only stopping when the stimulation became too much for you. Mark slowly placed your leg back down, making sure to support your weight. Once he was fully standing, he let you lean against him. After a few minutes of regaining your breath, you tried to reach for his painful-looking hard-on. Before you could, Mark grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. “Don’t worry about me, pretty girl. This was just for you. Now, let’s actually take a shower.” Too tired to protest, you let him get you cleaned up. 

❥.

A few hours later, you and Mark decided to go pick up some food on campus. While leaving the house, you ran into Ethan and Luke, who demanded they come with you. Not in the mood to walk, you opted for the bus. This proved to be a huge mistake, you were only on the bus for a few minutes before you felt a wave of nausea. You looked up at the roof, trying your hardest to will the urge to vomit away. 

“You good y/n?” You heard Luke ask. Scared to make any sudden movements, you lightly tapped Mark’s arm. Recognizing the look on your face immediately, he urgently started to search for something, in case you threw up. Not finding anything, he made his best effort to get you off the bus at the next stop. “Mark? Y/n? Where are you going? Our stop isn’t for two more.” Ethan’s voice called after you both, as Mark escorted you off. Just as your feet hit the pavement, your knees gave way as your stomach heaved up your lunch.

Mark made sure to keep your hair held back, putting it up with the hairband he kept on his wrist for you. You felt hot tears begin to run down your face. Whether it was due to embarrassment or your contracting stomach muscles, either way, you no longer wanted to go get food. Luke and Ethan stood a few paces back, not wanting to crowd you. Once you had finished, Luke handed Mark the water bottle he was carrying. 

Accepting it gratefully, Mark helped you sit on the curb before giving you the water. “Take small sips, you don’t want to chug it.” Mark sat beside you, rubbing your back while you sipped. “Do you want me to go get my car?” You looked over to Ethan. The blonde boy’s eyes held nothing but concern. ‘You don’t need to do that,” You managed to croak out. “Just give me a minute. I can walk.” Mark’s eyebrows furrowed, “No. You’re not walking y/n. I don’t care if you think you’re fine, you need to be extra careful now.” Luke and Ethan exchanged questioning glances at the last sentence. Mark’s eyes widened when he realized what he said. “You know, now that you’re not feeling well…” Mark trailed off, laughing awkwardly. 

“Anyways, E, would you mind going to get the car?” Mark did his best to change the subject. Nodding, Ethan began to jog back to the house, taking Luke with him. As soon as they were out of earshot, you laid into him. “Mark! What the hell,” You slapped his shoulder, “Now they are gonna start asking questions.” Although he was also a little worried, he did his best to soothe your concerns, “No they won’t, it isn’t strange for people to throw up. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure they don’t suspect anything.” Mark took in a breath before blowing it back out, “But, we should consider when we are going to tell them. I mean, you’re gonna start showing eventually and when you start developing more and more symptoms, they’re gonna notice.” 

Thinking over what he said, you realized he was right. You do need to tell everyone eventually, but not right now. “I know, but can we just keep it to ourselves for a while? I’m not ready for everyone to know just yet.” Mark gave you a gentle smile, “Of course we can, pretty girl.” You placed your head on Mark’s shoulder, waiting for Ethan and Luke to arrive.

Once you got back to the house, you quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable. After you finished, you joined Mark downstairs on the couch. Curling up to his side, he turned on your favorite show. You were about halfway through your third episode when you heard loud steps booming down the stairs. 

Looking over, you saw Luke rushing down. “What is up with you?” Mark asked him. You took the time to look over his appearance, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Luke walked over to sit on the footrest in front of you two. “I know.” That’s all Luke said. You and Mark looked at each other confused, before turning back to Luke. “You know what?” You spoke up. 

“I know you’re pregnant.” 

[goodolddumbbanana]

Sun's wedding [1]

Warning: very cringe. Summary: Sun gets marry. And his husband is MIKU. I kinda low on motivation right now so i only finish the part 1.

It was a normal day like any other.

“...--and that's why Luigi won without doing anything, Moon.”

Seven hours… Seven fucking hours. Moon couldn't remember what the heck he did wrong by opening his mouth, but he must have done it in a moment of inattention, because right now, he has to suffer the consequences of listening to his brother's voice squawking for seven hours about the lore of Mario and Luigi.

Why did he need to know why Luigi's beard was smoother than Mario's? Or what Luigi's pet ghost dog liked to eat? Moon didn't understand and didn't want to.

At least it was one hour less than the day before. Moon silently consoled himself, before closing his eyes and lying tragically flat on the table.

He was dead. Tortured and brutally murdered by his own brother. He couldn't even think about the new science project he was going to do, something he had been thinking about for over 7 billion years but couldn’t do because there was so much crap going on here, all because Sun would shake him awake whenever he fell into a state of being in a trance.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, Moon! It wasn't that bad!!"

Sun waved his hand, his brother's shadow hanging over Moon's head. The yellow animatronic pendulum on his hand shook and swayed with the red ribbon in front of Moon's eyes, making him itch to raise his hand and smack the pendulum.

“Uh!”

"You're being childish right now, Moon!"

He could feel Sun's irritation from The force, but he chose to ignore it. Moon turned his back to Sun, trying to make some pathetic whines to prove to Sun how his brother had ruined his spirit and his entire relaxing afternoon with Sun's crazy fan obsession speech about Luigi and Princess Peach.

“Come on, Moon, wake up. You can’t just lie on the table like that. What if someone, or the kids see you?”

“I don’t care, Sun!! 7 hours!!! You scream that crap on my face for 7 hours” Moon shouted, his face already covered, but he still peeked at Sun.

Sun’s face was stuck in pure confusion and annoyance, and their hands tried to pull him up but failed.

Their voices were as high as the sound of a boiling kettle, ringing an octave in Moon’s ears.

“Look, I’ll pick you up if you keep being so damn stubborn, Moon!!”

Moon could feel his will shake. Sun was definitely serious, and he had every inch of confidence in his body that Sun was capable of picking him up and throwing him wherever they wanted.

Being picked up by Sun was so humiliating, more than the time he turned into furry.

But whether he should trade his last dignity to fight against tyranny, that was the question.

(The door opens.)

“Oh, did I just interrupts you guys?”

A clear feminine voice snapped Moon’s train of thought like a fiddle stick. He craned his neck, Earth’s long, flowing hair swaying in the wind. His sister was wearing a pink outfit today, a rare thing for her to do while she was at work.

“Hey Earth.”

“Hello.” Moon’s voice cracked after Sun.

“So… What are you guys doing?” Earth’s curious question was answered by her irritated older brother.

“Well, you see. We’re getting ready to open the daycare, but someone refuses to leave this table for a moment!!!”

“I bought it, I have the right to lie on it. And it’s your fault for making me listen to your nonsense about your idol for 7 hours.”

“MOON!!” Moon’s lips curled up as Earth chuckled. Even Sun, who looked like she was about to explode, stopped themselves and looked at him with a reluctant sigh. “Okay, whatever. Just make sure you get down before the kids come in.”

“Got it, Mom.” Moon yawned, waving his hand, ignoring Sun’s confused stutter, and Earth’s harder laugh.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“No guarantee.” Moon stuck out his tongue. He turned to face Earth. “So, what are you doing here?”

At the mention of her name, Earth turned around. She pulled a rather large gift basket from behind her back that included a scarf and a cat nail care set.

“Oh, I came to congratulate Sun on his upcoming wedding. This was both mine and Lunar’s choice.”

“Hehe… Thanks, Earth. It’s a nice color.” Sun held up the scarf, which was the same shade of yellow as his, smiling.

There was only one person who was left out of this conversation, and unfortunately it was Moon.

“Wait.” Moon scrambled to his feet. “What wedding?”

“Huh? I thought I already told you?” Sun frowned. “You’re the best man, remember?”

Moon’s face was still blank.

“This Friday? That means today?”

There was not a trace of thought behind Moon’s eyes.

Sun sighed and pressed his forehead.

“My wedding with Miku?”

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

“WHAT!!!?”

Moon screamed. The blue animatronic almost fell over. No, he did, his face kissed the ground painfully. His three views were shattered, and his whole world changed. Sun and Miku? Was his brother crazy? Were they brainwashed? Someone secretly replaced Sun with a clone? A mimic? Is it Frank?

He staggered to his feet and shook Sun violently.

“SUN!!! Are you joking or are you serious!!?”

“Moon, you’re being silly, Miku isn’t that bad.” Sun cleared their throat, his psychopathic older brother's face contorted in confusion.

"YOU HATE MIKU!" Moon stammered. "YOU SAID THE DAY MIKU DIES, YOU WOULD HAVE A HULA HULA DANCING PARTY ON HER GRAVE."

"I have no idea and don't know what you're talking about." Sun replied with a straight face and a mechanical tone as if they were reading a line from somewhere.

"Besides," Sun sighed. "--you know that if I don't marry Miku, we'll be scrapped, soon."

"What?!! Why?" Moon waved his hand frantically. He didn't understand what the hell was going on.

"Because of me." And so, the demon born from hell stepped in. Moon turned his head in surprise. He growled the name burning in his mouth.

“MIKU--”

Hair as green as an onion, a face that would look much better if she kept her mouth shut and never bothered his brother ​​again. Miku wore a leopard-skin dress, a mink scarf hanging over her shoulders. She looked like Cruella from One Hundred Dalmatians with her disgustingly sly smile and the lollipop pretending to be a pipe in her hand.

“Hello, bitches.” That annoying voice rang out, causing Moon’s fist to twitch.

“What do you mean? Why would Sun marry you?!!”

Without answering Moon immediately, Miku snapped her fingers. Freddy in a suit appeared from nowhere, respectfully handing Miku a piece of paper placed in a zippered suitcase.

“Sun and Moon, based on current laws and some other laws and transactions, will be fully owned by the newest shareholder of Freddy Fazbear, Miku.”

Moon’s head was buzzing. That meant… that meant…

“YOU’RE MOTHER FUCK*R PIECE OF SCRAPS!!! HOW DARE YOU SELL US, FREDDY?” Moon yelled, not sure if he was going to strangle Freddy or Solar.

“Haha…” That damn yellow bear stuttered nervously. “Technically it’s not my decision. I’m just the faceman. Please don't kill me.”

“Fan does what Fan wants, my dear brother-in-law.”

“Get my name off your mouth. I’m not your brother-in-law.” Moon gritted his teeth. But he was completely ignored by Miku, as she walked towards Sun with a lecherous expression. “So, honey, babygirl~~ my dovey cutie~~~ my OWO~~~ How are you preparing for our wedding? I want you to wear something sexy~~ maybe black under that dress~~”

“Hah—” Sun’s forced laughter. There was a ‘save me’ message flashing behind Sun’s back.

Moon about to throw hand until—

“Moon, it’s fine.” Sun pulled his hand back. Their faces looked worried about what was going to happen next. “Miku… is actually a pretty good… person.” Sun said each word as if he had poison in his mouth.

“That’s right, honey, and… I’m very rich~~~ A rich girl who owns you, my alpha skibidi beta man. After marrying me, all you have to do is stay home and take care of the kids.” Miku laughed gleefully.

“There’s a lot of things wrong with that sentence, and maybe you are too dumb to understand but We’re the animatronics, we don’t have that function! WE DON'T FUCK!!” Moon took a deep breath, trying to speak some sense into Miku's empty brain.

Hoh boy... He is smiling. He is so angry it makes him laugh. 

"Moon." For the first time, Miku took off her sunglasses, her face serious. "Are you a Misogyny?"

"What do you mean!!! You are MIKU!! I don't even like you as a person, let alone a woman!!!" Moon shouted angrily, he felt a large amount of his brain cells disappear just by continuing to communicate like this.

"Moon, I think you're going too far." Earth interjected, her expression showing disapproval. It made Moon's anger flare up even more. Some shrimp head wanted to marry his brother and she simply was that nonchalant??

"Well then, goodbye to you two. I'll take my bride to the wedding that was planned for before. Come on, my sugar baby. Daddy will take care of you~~"

Miku grabbed Sun's waist and forced them to leave, before leaving she gave Moon the middle finger.

The door slammed shut in front of him, leaving Moon stunned. It wasn't until Earth's voice rang out that his soul returned from hell to reality.

“Well… your reaction… that must be something…”

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT!!?”

[cablecar-s]

to love and self loathe

part 1 part 2

WHO ARE YOU? I AM– WHO ARE YOU? I AM–

"This is a joke right?"

The Spider was currently at her work place, standing in front of her boss; all the while said boss was going through the limited and slightly blurry photos she was barely able to obtain that week.

Honestly the female vigilante was very drained that day, and being nagged by her boss was the last thing she needed at the moment.

"I can barely use these photos for an article you know." She sighed out, throwing the printed out photos down onto her desk. 

Letting out a small sigh, the vacationing Spider pinched the bridge of her nose. "With all due respect ma'am, I'm quite literally risking my safety while trying to take pictures of these vigilantes, even with them around there's no telling what would happen to me if I were to let my guard down."

Looking at her boss, she gave her best polite smile, though it came more forced than anything. "So if you could so kindly give me more than just a week to hand in the photos of Gotham's vigilantes, I can guarantee you, you will be able to obtain the photos you have high expectations for."

Crossing her arms, she stared at the woman who sat behind her desk, speaking once more before the demon of a boss could cut her off.

"But, if you so badly need these photos by the end of each week, I would not mind you having to heavily compensate me if something were to happen in order to obtain those photos." Smiling tightly, the air was tense between the two woman.

Staring each other down, the woman with a higher status let out a small sigh.

"Fine. Just make sure the photos are of better quality when you turn them in." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

A bit of satisfaction lifted the vigilante's mood a bit, a small smile on her lips. "Maybe if you were to give me a raise it would motivate me more to give high class photos." 

She watched as the woman frowned at her, telling her to not push it while calling her by her last name. The two only stared at each other more though until the older woman finally relented, too tired to put up with all of her employees' bullshit.

"Get the hell out of here." She waved the young woman away, who only left her office with a happy hum and a higher paycheck.

Maybe things were starting to look up for her, at least she hoped. Walking down the street, she made her way over to a small coffee shop that seemed to be mainly empty. 

Opening the door, a man who stood in front of the register gave her a tired greeting. Asking for a minute, she looked at the menu above her head, her eyes skimming through the multitude of drinks, wondering which one she would get, as well as debating if she should get something sweet for herself.

All the while, two men entered the small shop and stood behind her, their voices in a not so low whisper.

"Is Black Mask crazy!?" The second man practically yelled.

The first man tried to shush him. "Quiet you idiot! You tryna tell the whole world 'bout Black Mask's plan!?" He hissed.

'Black Mask? As in Roman Sionis?' She furrowed her brows, staying quiet as they talked, though the shop went quiet, and the hair on the back of her neck began to stand up, the familiar tingling feeling coming to her.

Her eyes darted up to the convex mirror that was placed at a corner of the ceiling of the shop, and she could clearly see the two men staring at the back of her head.

Shit.

"I'm ready to order!" The woman quickly said, making the employee look at her with expectancy.

She began to make her order, watching as the employee began to punch in her order into the computer. She started to ramble a bit as well, trying to not make the men so suspicious of her, talking off the employee's ear off about how she wasn't able to choose from all the many options on the menu.

Glancing at the convex mirror again, the two men seemed to have decided to leave her alone for now, continuing to talk behind her.

"Won't the bats and all the other scary assholes come and get us though?" The second man questioned.

"That's why boss decided to plan a decoy that's far from the Wayne Mansion! While they're all busy tryna take us all down at the warehouse, the rest of us are gonna be crashin' that brat's birthday!" 

Wayne Mansion..? Birthday..?

"Here's your order ma'am." The employee set down a to go cup and box, making her quickly snap out of it.

"Thank you." She beamed, leaving a generous tip, a way to apologize for talking their ear off.

Quickly leaving the shop, concern began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't too familiar with all of Gotham's criminals, but she did know of Black Mask. A man who strikes fear in all. Runs multiple drug cartels and has other illegal businesses, that, unless you want to end up on his list, it would be best to not dig too deep into what he does.

While walking back to her apartment, the tingling sensation came back, her senses heightening. She soon heard two pair of footsteps follow behind her.

So they did realize she was eavesdropping on them.

The vigilante quickened her pace, sharply turning a corner into an alleyway.

"Get the bitch!" One of the men yelled. 

Chasing after her, they ran into the alley, but they only found it empty.

"Where the hell did she go?" One growled.

"Who cares, lets just hurry up and find her before she ends up spilling the beans to the cops, or worse.." They quickly left the alleyway, running off, not knowing that she was right above them.

Her heart pounded against her chest, her to-go box balancing on top of her cup of coffee as she had climbed up the wall. 

Once they had completely left, she jumped down from the wall, letting out a sigh of relief, both her coffee and cake weren't dropped. Peeking from the alleyway, she looked both ways twice, before quickly making her way back to her apartment, her eyes darting around every corner once more, straining her ears for any footsteps that followed her. 

When she got to her apartment, she had locked her door and all her windows, setting her now cold coffee and cake onto her kitchen counter.

Letting out a tired sigh, she sat down on her couch, closing her eyes for a moment to catch her breath and calm down.

Gotham was nothing like New York. Although both were quite crime filled, New York didn't seem as bad as Gotham was. 

Running a hand through her hair, the words of Black Mask's men rang in her head. Pressing her lips into a line, she reminded herself that she was taking a break from being Spider-Woman, maybe even for good. She couldn't let another innocent life die to her hands.

Her leg began to bounce, her eyes almost staring a whole into her laptop, curiosity and anxiety eating at her.

"I'll only be taking a look, it's fine.." She muttered, giving in to her impulses. Opening her laptop, she quickly began to type away, researching as to what the two criminals were talking about.

Her eyes skimmed through every article about Bruce Wayne and this birthday party that he was holding. It seemed he was celebrating his youngest son's birthday at the end of this week, and from what information she had gotten back at the coffee shop, she figured that Black Mask was going to take the boy hostage, most likely wanting money from Bruce Wayne.

She had to do something, she couldn't—

No. 

Nope! No way!

She said she was going to step away from being Spider-Woman, so she should do exactly that. No more living like a vigilante, and instead live like an innocent civilian. It's fine, all those other vigilantes can take care of it. There's like, what? Seven? Eight of them?

Closing her laptop, she let out a small sigh.

"We're starting anew, remember?" She muttered to herself, getting off the couch so she could get away from her laptop and treat herself to the small coffee and cake she had bought herself.

But as she sat down, no appetite had come to her, and the coffee wasn't good anymore now that it was cold.

Everything is fine. The others can handle the situation when it comes.

Right?

. . .

Wrong.

The days continued to go by, and each and every day the woman would stare at her closet, her mind going back to what she had learned, only to try and convince herself that she wasn't needed. 

Her life as Spider-Woman had come to a close, and she made her peace with that.

Yet, why is it that on the day of Damian Wayne's birthday party, she was staring at her spider suit that was splayed out on her bed.

Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples, heavily debating of going or not.

'Remember, with great power...'

"...Comes with great responsibility." She sighed out, finishing the quote that the ghost of her uncle reminded her of. "Yeah.. Yeah I know Uncle Ben.."

Looking at her spider suit, she couldn't help but slightly smile, seeing it again. "Lets save this party then, if they need me that is.." 

Quickly suiting up, she put her web shooters on and left through her window.

---

Shit shit shit shit.

Jason was running late.

He had just finished dealing with Black Mask's men, who were in the opposite direction of the mansion. Honestly, Sionis really thought that he could get away from his watch by using a warehouse at the edge of Gotham? 

Yeah right.

Taking a quick shower, he got himself dressed, ignoring the obvious dress code to dress fancy, fuck that.

Leaving his safehouse, he drove off into the streets of Gotham, taking one of the many roads to the Batcave. 

The sound of his motorcycle roared to life, speeding past the many traffic lights, his helmet glinting under the street lamps. Jason went through one of the many secret tunnels under Gotham to get to the Batcave, his tires screeching to a halt once he was at his destination.

Something still didn't feel right to Jason, a gut feeling as one would call it. While taking off his helmet, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to not make it seem so matted from his helmet.

Kicking out the stand of his bike, he left his helmet on the seat before making his way up the stairs and out into the mansion. Jason stared down at the ground, his feet leading him to the room where Bruce always held his parties. 

Deep in thought, he ended up not taking notice of a butler who had instead noticed him. About to open the door, an all too familiar voice spoke out to him.

"Master Todd."

He jumped a bit, about to take out his gun until the person spoke up again.

"It is just me Master Todd." Alfred spoke up, causing Jason to freeze in his movements, once realizing who it was that called to him.

Looking over at the butler, Jason gave a small smile, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Hey Alfred." He greeted.

Alfred smiled at him. "I see you were able to make it to Master Damian's party after all."

Jason chuckled at this. "Couldn't keep the brat disappointed." 

The butler chuckled as well, taking in the second Robin, for not having seen him in a long time. Walking towards him, he rested his hand onto his shoulder, having to tilt his head up ever so slightly from how tall he is now.

"It is good to see you dear boy." 

"Yeah, you too."

"And though I am glad to see you have made it to the party, I hope you weren't thinking of bringing that gun with you." The older man rose a brow at the young adult, to which Jason slightly scoffed.

"C'mon Alfred, you should know I wouldn't bring a gun to a fancy party." He tried to play off.

Jason only watched as the butler had an unconvinced look on his face and soon extended his hand out and waited patiently.

Nothing really did ever go pass him.

With a chuckle, Jason held his hands up in defeat and took out the gun that was hiding within his jacket and set it into Alfred's gloved hand.

Alfred only gave him a knowing look, eyebrow still raised, making Jason laughed just a tiny bit more.

"That's all I brought, I swear." He gave a boyish grin, making Alfred chuckle a bit, a hum leaving him.

"I will take your word for it then Master Todd. You may have it back once the party is over. Have fun, and make sure to not cause trouble." He smiled before leaving Jason by himself.

With a small smile, Jason watched him walk away before turning a corner, disappearing from sight. Turning back around, he stared at the door that led to the ballroom. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

Opening them back up, he twisted the door handle and made his way in the room. Inside, he was met with music playing mixed with the conversations of different aristocrats of Gotham, all of them talking amongst themselves.

Jason never liked these parties, even when he was Robin, they were always stuffy and full of fake smiles. He shuffled his way over to the corner of the room, watching everyone chat among themselves.

Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and just people watched, not wanting to draw any attention to himself, that is until he was quickly found by his annoying brother: Dick Head.

"Hey! Jaybird!" Dick called out.

Jason slightly glared at him with how loud he was, all the while the first Robin glided his way over to him with ease.

"Thought I wouldn't be seeing you until tomorrow." He grinned, handing him a glass of champagne.

Taking it graciously, he took a sip of it, looking at Dick for a moment before back at the crowd. 

"Yeah well I didn't have anything else to do tonight so I thought I'd just drop by." He replied nonchalantly.

Of course, this statement was partially true.

Dick only chuckled at this, glancing at Jason only to look out at the crowd as well. "Right." He hummed. "Did you at least go see Damian?"

"Not yet, it seems he's busy being coddled." Jason let out a huff of amusement as he tilted his head over to where Damian was at the moment.

Looking over, Dick could see Damian not seeming the least bit happy as his cheeks were being pinched by a few elderly women, Bruce standing behind him to make sure that Damian doesn't do anything that'll cause a scene. 

"He's busy alright." The first Robin snickered a bit, crossing his arms.

The two brothers soon ended up in a slightly awkward silence, both Robins not knowing what else to talk about. Jason had taken a quick glance at Dick, his fingers drumming against his bicep, mentally debating over whether it was okay for him to ask how the others were or not.

Grimacing a bit, Jason kept mulling it over, clearly overthinking it, until his 'fuck it' mentality kicked in.

"Hey—"

BOOM!

People screamed at the loud and sudden noise, rubble splaying everywhere in every direction while the mansion shook at the explosion.

 "Nobody move!! Or the brat gets it!"

To everyone's horror, people looked and watched as one of Mask's men had an arm securely wrapped around Damian Wayne's neck, while the barrel of a gun was pressed harshly against his temple.

Jason and Dick glanced at each other, the both of them having the same idea. Quick and quiet on their feet, they stuck close to the walls of the ballroom. The two men slightly hunched over, they took advantage of the large and panicked crowd to slip out of the ballroom. 

"I knew Sionis was planning something." Jason snarled, a few steps quicker than Dick. Making his way to the grandfather clock, he moved the hands to 10:48 and the large clock soon swung open, Jason entering first with Dick following behind him.

"Are you saying you knew Black Mask was going to crash the party today?" Dick furrowed his brows, the two men quickly going down the metal stairs, their footsteps echoing against the cave walls.

"What? No!" Jason exclaimed, furrowing his brows. 

Walking to his bike he put his helmet on, the inside of his helmet coming to life. Turning around to face his brother, Jason quickly shielded his eyes, seeing for a split second that he was stripping himself of his clothes.

"Woah! Really Dick!?" Jason exclaimed.

"Relax! I got my suit under here!" The first Robin laughed out. 

The second Robin only grumbled, hesitantly looking over, only to see that the oldest was telling the truth, his arms stretched out to present himself, a shit eating grin on his face.

"See?"

"Dickhead.." Jason muttered under his breath and began to walk away from him to one of Bruce's trophy cases.

Dick only laughed, grabbing his escrima sticks he left when he came to the Batcave after patrol. Making his way over to Jason, he watched over his shoulder as his brother had pulled at a trophy, the part of the back wall of the trophy case having flipped to reveal two pistols.

Dick whistled at this. "When'd you have time to do that?"

"I have a lot of free time." Jason mused, his voice modulated from his helmet. Checking out his guns and making sure they were in top form, he looked at Dick and nodded his head to the entrance. "Lets go."

The two exited the Batcave, jogging back to the ballroom.

"So what did Black Mask plan?" Dick questioned.

"What?" Jason glanced at Dick, the two stopping in front of the door.

Dick huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "You said he was planning something?" 

"I didn't know he was planning to crash the party, but he made some scam shipment on the opposite side from the mansion. Too bad for Sionis that I work fast." 

"And sloppy."

Jason glared at Dick who only shrugged, smiling a bit. "Let's just go." He muttered.

Taking hold of the door knob, Jason glanced over at Dick who only nodded to let him know he was ready. Swinging the door open, the two vigilantes readied their weapons, ready to take on Black Mask's men.

Only, it seemed they were already beaten to it, almost.

In the middle of the ballroom, Damian was still being held hostage, but now, standing a few feet away from them, and talking, was what seemed to be another vigilante? Her suit being very plain, the only thing really noticeable was the spider insignia on her chest, the webs that decorated her suit, and the very big lenses that were supposed to be her eyes.

"I mean, really! Who brings guns to a party as fancy as this! And on the kid's birthday too? Now that's a low blow."

Jason and Dick looked at each other, slightly confused.

Just who the hell was she?

part 1 part 2

next chapter ->

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Five things Porsche learns about Kim lets gooooo

This actually started as a prompt from @shubaka forever ago (before we were friends 🥺) and I decided to torture myself by turning it into a 5+1 fic! But then I stalled out bc I didn't know what to add for the other parts klasjdhgf. It's actually still floating somewhere around here in my writing tag!

In it, Porsche is trying to befriend Kim, and Kim is horribly resistant to it. Porsche steals Chay's phone since Kim won't answer him, only for Kim to hang up as soon as he speaks, it's a whole thing. Basically Kim being forced to bond with his future brother in law <3

The first thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he's a squirrely little bastard. He weasels his phone number out of Chay - after finding out that Kinn didn't have it saved in his own phone, which will be a conversation for later - but Kim doesn't any answer any of the flurry of phone calls and texts that Porsche hurls his own way. Apparently, according to Porchay, Kim has memorized all the numbers of everyone important enough to be worth his time, and doesn't bother with anyone else.

What if someone has to borrow a phone? Porsche had asked. Sucks to be them, Chay replied, with a silly smile that might mean he's kidding, or it might mean he knows exactly how ridiculous Kim is being, but still somehow likes him anyway. Porsche would prefer the former but he's almost certain it's the latter, and he's trying to figure out exactly why Chay would like him so much. Because as far as Porsche can tell? Kim is more akin to a feral cat than anything else. Keeps his distance, sullenly watches Porsche anytime they happen to be in the same room, looking away only to scan for the nearest exit - which he takes at the earliest opportunity - and Porsche is certain Kim has actually hissed at him once. Probably not. Since Kim won't answer unknown numbers, Porsche is forced to stoop to his level. Kinn's phone is of course out of the question, which only leaves one other person, at least only one Porsche can easily access, guaranteed to have it. He's holding a struggling Porchay in a headlock while the phone dials. It only rings once. "Hello, love," Kim greets, his voice warm and syrupy and so, so fond that Porsche has to gag, just to see the way his brother flushes. "I'm sorry, Kim!" Porchay shouts. He's still struggling, digging his hands into Porsche's sides. "I tried to stop him!" "Porsche." And there it is, that flat tone Porsche is used to. "Hi, Kim, how's it going?" he asks casually. "Goodbye. "Wait, wait, wait!" It's no use. The line is already dead. Porsche releases his brother with a groan, and doesn't fight it when Chay snatches back his phone. "Why does he have to be so difficult?" "Kim doesn't like being cornered, hia," Chay scolds him. "If you just talked to him like a normal person-" "He won't let me! He keeps running!" "You're intimidating!" Porsche doesn't believe that for a second. If Kinn wasn't intimated by him, no way his feral, murderous little brother was. "Maybe you're coming on too strong? He probably think you're gonna kill him for, y'know..." "No, I don't know." Porsche side-eyes Chay, who's no longer making eye contact. "Do I need to kill him?" "No!" "Should I want to?" "Hia, No!" Chay throws his hands up. "See! This is why he won't talk to you! You're embarrassing." "Good. Also, I don't care. I want to talk to him, and unless he wants me to lock you in your room and forbit you from seeing each other for the rest of your life, he better cooperate." Chay lets out a sigh like the weight of all the world is bearing down on him. "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, sullen. 

[alicelufenia]

Bagging the Hag's Hair: the Trickster Hero's Way

Auntie Ethel's hair: one of the best permanent buffs in the game, but aside from it being a dicey get on Honor mode, it can be a hard sell to roleplayers who don't want their upstanding hero to make a deal with one of the most evil funniest antagonists in the game. Sure, you can save Mayrina and force her to give you the hair, but what about all the other captives in her lair? With the hag still alive, trying to save them is more likely to kill them in the process.

But with a bit of finesse (and maybe putting the Ethel fight off to AFTER level 4 at least, especially in honor mode) you can not only convince Ethel to give up the hair and Mayrina, but literally backstab her immediately after, leaving her foiled by her tendency to monologue. It's a heist worthy of even the most Good-aligned characters. I could easily see Wyll using this trick, pulling a fast one on the fae, proving himself both moral AND cunning. (Plus, it's a nice palette cleanser if you just got done wiping out the grove while managing to keep the two good-aligned companions with you).

This one's for you, Karlach!

First of all, I assume you're doing your best to pass either the Intimidation or Deception check to convince Ethel to surrender Mayrina. Otherwise why are you even bothering with this?

Anyway, you want to reach this dialogue and then STOP.

Then, switch to the party member you kept out of combat with the hag.

This is important, as if they're entered into combat, they'll be confined to this cutscene along with everyone else (notice the speech bubbles next to the rest of the party). This is the trickiest part, as without a party limit extender mod, it's a big ask to go into the hag fight with just 3 characters (why I recommend taking her on a little later, but you can totally do it before getting into act 2).

If they're not in combat, upon swapping to them, you'll get the Reward Select screen for the hair, but everyone else will still be in the cutscene. If you want a guaranteed way to keep them out of the fight should it get dicey (with lots of Ethel clones everywhere taking up potential hiding space with their vision cones) you can try keeping the one party member outside the arena, at the top of the trap hill past the waterfall, and then just use Feather Fall (any source of it) to jump past all the traps down to the fight arena.

This is important (and a good reason to get her hp as low as possible, not just beneath the threshold of 30 needed to trigger her bargaining). You have to reduce her hp to 0 in one shot. That means the damage has to be dealt all at once (no pause for reactions like sneak attack or divine smite, you want to use those sort of moves directly from the hotbar rather than triggered on reaction). If you don't kill her in one shot, that character will be pulled into the cutscene as well, and your chance will pass.

If you succeed though, she will disappear and the cutscene will immediately proceed (I missed the chance to get a screenshot of the damage dealt, but it was over 25 so more than enough). There won't be a body to loot.

But, because she's been flagged as dead, all the hag's living prisoners can be freed (also shoutout to act 1 Minthara. Sorry you got the wrong impression of me with the whole killing the grove thing, this is also who I am. I contain multitudes).

Other than the mask bearers, I think I feel the sorriest for this guy, tormented by the worst visions of the future for "he's-an-elf-so-could-have-been-centuries" time. Unfortunately I killed all the mask bearers in my run, but if you can knock them out, and the game isn't bullshit about it, they should be safe to remove the masks without them dying.

One lice-ridden hair clump and suspicious potion later (thanks Astarion! Your role in the playthrough is now done!) and I have 20 strength with no ASIs. Perfect :D

Tricking the Hag to give up her hair and still killing her anyway = success!

[grimgoregrimoire]

I'm sick of hearing; "Writing is a refreshing way to cleanse your mind and put you onto a better path."

Babes, this path may have been paved with good intentions, but it was recently patched up with glass shards and used needles.

Also I haven't slept in three days, so here's a list of other bullshit I'm sick of bitches saying to writers.

So much for refreshing.

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

Feckin Friday 22/03/24

🐈‍⬛️ 1. "Write what you know."

Okay, yes! You shouldn't bullshit your entire book, but also, don't be confined to only what you know. Do you think I know anything about corpse reanimation? Whelp, that didn't stop me! It's good to learn something new, and it's great for your writing to expand your repertoire. Hell, who knows? You might find your new niche. Besides, research is your best friend.

🦇 2. "But my friend, cousin, neighbor, cat's best friend's sister in law's spouse wrote their book in (a ridiculous small amount of time)!"

Well, good for them! They're still going to get slingshot into the sun with the rest of us anyway. Not everybody is the same, and the only thing that ALL writers have in common is that they write things! Find what works for you and tune out the rest of the bullshit, including your own. Don't bully yourself for not writing! We are only on this earth for a very small amount of time. Take care of yourself!

🐦‍⬛ 3. "You have to have a plan/outline/entire plot done before you start writing!"

This is just *ugh* bullshit. Like yeah, sure, if you're a normal person, I guess plot it! But you know what? I've got an illiterate, hyperactive squirrel behind the control panel of my brain, and he's on his sixth line of coke. All I have to say to this is JUST WRITE it'll either all come together when you go over it later or it will be cut. Either way, it's putting words on the page, and that's great practice.

🕷 4. "Writing is your only job, and you have to treat it as such."

Gross. Look, even if someone is lucky enough to be able to write as a full-time job, I guarantee you that writing isn't all that person has does.

A lot of us are parents or keep our houses, most of us are still in school, and a majority of us have to work at least part-time to afford to write!

Writing should be treated as a job in such a way that you take pride in it, but it shouldn't be something you're forced to do.

You know how people say, "If you love what you do, you never work a day."

There ya go.

🕸 5. "Follow this plan!" / "Writing’s easy!"

I have three things to say to that.

Bite me, bite me, bite me, BITE ME.

Look, I am so glad that Stephen King smokes three blunts and eats a pile of shrooms as a part of his routine, I AM SO HAPPY THAT WORKS FOR HIM! But it's not gonna work for me and it's probably not going to work for your poor stressed out little writer friend who is six months behind on sleep and is trying to catch up with shots of espresso and tall boys of redbull. We know you mean well, and we really appreciate hearing new things to try. Don't get that twisted! But I'm sorry, there is just no gospel or quick fix to writing.

What's some other shit you're sick of hearing people say? Come on! Let's trauma bond!

[sunriseverse]

sorry this is not a writing q but it's honestly so fun to see your fanfic vent posts!! i just finished reading this extremely popular fic that ppl have made multiple artworks for, and the writing is mid ... (admittedly i am very picky) like too many italics too much telling and redundancy etc. like yes fanfic is a labour of love etc and i'm never going to be a hater where the author could see but goddd. this is made more infuriating by the recent posts about ppl only looking for fic through kudos/hits like you guys are missing out on so much good fic!!

anyway i want to make an edit of the sometimes things that are expensive are worse meme except it's sometimes fics that have more kudos are worse. except it feels too mean lol

if you can count on one thing it’s me not holding back my haterism :salute:

anyway, that’s part of why i do it! for so long i was someone who let my thoughts simmer away and fester beneath my ribs, and all it did was make me frustrated and lonely and miserable. i can fully admit that my tastes are very very picky in comparison to other peoples’, but it stems from a frustration towards the trends that have been around for ages—why should i force myself to praise something that i find to be, at best, middling, and at worst, straight up bad? who does that serve? fandom shouldn’t be a place where a single opinion dominates—that’s a recipe for some very, very unhealthy dynamics. i would much rather enjoy what i enjoy and complain about what i don’t—as long as i’m not directing these complaints in a space where the authors (or fans) are guaranteed to see it (their comments section, their inbox, etc), i’m not only not hurting anyone, i’m acting in a way i wish i had seen more people act when i was younger. and anything that i feel is “too mean” to post on my blog goes into my friends’ dms—truly, nothing is more freeing than having someone let you be a right bastard.

as for the kudos/hits thing—it frankly feels like an annoying outgrowth of people trying to categorise fanfic the way tv shows are; if it doesn’t get above x ratings, no one wants to watch it, because it’s no good! except that’s not true—the only thing hits and kudos tell you is 1. how well connected the author is in the fandom, and how well they cater to popular tastes, and 2. how many times people click onto the work, for any reason, which, when it comes to massive multi chapter fics that are heralded as The Fandom Standard, can be massively overblown. in the end, you’ll be happier reading things that speak to you (via tag, summary, title, friendly recommendation, etc) than following the opinions of the fandom.

(i could go on a whole ramble about why i think so much fanfic (or at least, POPULAR fanfic) is badly written (in terms of characterisation especially) but i think that would be hitting a hornet’s nest with a bat and inviting people to go “well how come YOUR opinion is the right one???” lol)

[fahbev]

Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object pt2

Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bahfev/715070691717840896/unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object?source=share

(Guys idk how do that thing where the link is words can someone explain?)

“Right, I forgot why I was here. It definitely wasn’t for a drink.” Yal-sre stood up, seeming much more intimidating than when Sophia had approached them.

“Oh.” The bartender backed away farther, making themself smaller as well, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Actually, Aolli, I think there is. If you come with me out back, there are some answers I’d like to order.”

The bartender - scratch that - Aolli gulped, and dipped their head. Sophia was again impressed by the very Earthly body language. “Coming right up, Sir.”

—————————————————————————————————

“Hoooh, this just got interesting!” Sofia stood up.

“Sophia, you needn’t follow.”

“Actually, I do need follow. No way I’m just sitting here bored outta my mind while you deal with your drama outside.”

“You’ll only scare them.”

“What was it you just told me again? They’re already scared of you no matter what. Come on, if it’s information you need I can be the ‘bad cop’.”

“Exactly! I am scary enough on my own; I don’t wish to be cruel. You being there is excessive. You can’t follow.”

“Yes I can. Unless... you want to try to stop me? I’m always up for a challenge,” Sophia grinned and cracked her knuckles. Aolli seemed to pick up on her show of aggression and whimpered. So odd, when Aolli was so clearly not Earthling. Yal-sre seemed more to notice her words themselves as a threat.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. Aolli, come with me. Sophia, do what you will.” Yal-sre ushered Aolli toward the door. Sophia followed in suit.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” Chatter began full force as soon as the space orcs left the bar.

“Please- I swear I- I’ll tell you everything I know just please don’t hurt me!” Aolli shrank into a ball on the ground, paws over head.

“Listen, I won’t hurt you-“

“I will!” Sophia interjected.

“-Sophia, stop. I just want to know where my sisters are.”

“Ooooooooo, you took their sisters? You should be more careful who you mess with.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know where they are, I swear!”

“Liar,” Sophia accused.

“You took them away,” Yal-sre continued. “I watched you double check the locks and cart them off like animals. Where are they?”

“I don’t know! I’m telling you! I was just following orders, and I don’t work for them anymore! I’m- I’m a bartender now!”

“Good for you; that’s not what I asked.”

“So,” Sophia crouched down in front of Aolli, “You gonna spill the beans? Or do I have to squeeze them out of you one by one?” Aolli squeaked. How pathetic.

“Beans?” Yal-sre asked.

“Yes, beans. Spill.”

“I- I can tell you where I took them, but they won’t be there anymore.”

“How do you know that?” Yal-sre asked.

“It wasn’t a permanent location, it was more of a- like a trade center! I just took them there and handed them off to someone else. I don’t know where that person took them!”

“Dammit!” Yal-sre tensed in... anger? Frustration? Fear? “Do you know... can you at least tell me if they’re alive?” Yal-sre’s voice softened. Sophia stood back up.

Aolli uncurled themself a little; “I don’t know, I’m sorry. They should be alive, but I haven’t heard anything of your sisters since I handed them off. I can’t guarantee nothing’s happened.” Yal-sre stepped back, and hunched their posture.  “I’m sorry,” Aolli repeated.

“No you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am. I- yes I’m scared of you, but that’s not why I’m apologizing. I really do regret my past. I’ve done shitty things, but we used to be friends and I still care about you.” Aolli did sound genuine, but-

“What? You used to be their friend? That’s a betrayal if I’ve ever seen one!”

“I know! I know! I’m sorry!” Aolli flinched back into their protective ball.

“It’s...” Yal-sre said, “... a little more complicated than that. But in essence, yes.”

“Damn.” Sophia turned to Aolli, “HEY BITCH!” she grabbed their shoulders and began to shake them forcefully, “WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?”

“AIEAISAIEOAI-!”

“Sophia stop!” Yal-sre reached out as if to stop her by force, but seemed to think better of it. Their words did the trick, though. Sophia huffed and shoved Aolli backwards into the wall before stepping back. Aolli continued to whimper and shrank impossibly smaller. 

“We’ll get your sisters back.”

“What?”

“We’ll find them.”

“What if they’re already dead?”

Sophia scoffed; “It’s gonna take a hell of a lot to kill a rragletatch. Plus, Aolli said they should be alive, it’s dumb to assume someone is dead just because you haven’t seen them in awhile. We’ve gotta assume they’re alive.”

“You say ‘we’.”

“Yes, I’m helping you. Whether you like it or not.”

“Why?”

“I’m bored.”

“That’s a really bad reason to make big commitments to dangerous things, but ... thank you? I don’t... even know where to start.” Yal-sre looked down at the floor.

“I’ve got an idea...” Sophia gave Aolli a wicked grin. Aolli looked up from their flinch-ball position, before reading her expression and tucking themself back.

“Aolli can tell us where they last saw your sisters, and we can start asking questions around there.”

“I- it’s fshhhhAK: Naychshhh on planet Nayerzwu. That’s where I dropped them off.” Sophia pulled out her mobile device and enabled dictation.  “Set route for fshhhAK: Naychshhh: Nayerzwu.”

“You may have mistyped your search, fshhhAK: Naychshhh: Nayerzwu does not exist. Would you like to see similarly named cities in Naychshhh: Nayerzwu?”

Sophia gripped her device like a boa constrictor killing its prey. She glared daggers. “You lied.”

“NO, NO, NO! I didn’t lie! It’s just not on any maps, it’s uncharted! Off the books! That’s why it was used as the centerpoint for the illicit stuff, they knew we wouldn’t be caught in a place that ‘didn’t exist’!”

“LIAR!” Sophia roared.

“Eeeek!”

“Now, wait, Sophia-” Yal-sre interrupted, “That does sound plausible. They could be telling the truth.”

“Fine. Give us precise directions, and we’ll see.” Sophia loomed over Aolli.

“I- I don’t think I can. Most of the way there is also uncharted. I was shown the way there by someone, and I remember my way mostly by my senses than anything else. I’m not lying I swear! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Are you definitely, 100% certain you’re not lying?” Sophia just had to make sure.

“Yes! 100%! Please believe me!”

“Okay. Then you are going to take us there.” Sophia said.

“...”

“... what?”

—————

guys i’m not good at editing. If there’s any parts where you can’t tell who’s speaking, please tell me!

[ciaossu-imagines]

No offence but why should people have to pay for stuff from you when 99% of creators on here would post the same things for free

Well, I really debated just deleting this. I really did. Or plain out blocking this anon. Because I really do try to ignore negativity in the inbox, truly, and normally do delete it. But I'll answer this one, in a mo', after I first say...putting no offense in front of an ask that is meant to be rude, to either hurt my feelings or make me feel bad, doesn't suddenly make it inoffensive. In fact, pretty much guaranteed that if you feel the need stick 'no offense' in front of something, you know it'll be offensive, or at the very least, rude, and you're trying to excuse a dick move. Question too...are you sending this ask to every fanartist accepting commissions too, or just the writers? My guess is a solid no, but hey, maybe you can prove me wrong.

Next point - nobody should be paying me anything right now. My commissions are temporarily closed. I'm not really accepting any at the moment because I'm on day 10 of a stretch of 12 days at work before I have one day off, after which I pull another 12 days before I get 2 whole days off. I'm struggling to find time to finish the two commissions I do have and to write to build up the queue on here again so I can continue to put out things on here again. I'm pulling at least one all-nighter a week just to make progress on those two things.

Again - free stuff. Because I definitely do offer lots of that. Commissions are done on top of me writing plenty for free, not instead of. It's simply not as long, or as detailed, and has rules around what I'll comfortably write.

Now onto actual commissions. All but two of the commissions I've handled have been incredibly personalized, either match ups for the actual person on the other side of the screen or working with people's self-inserts or OCs. The two that weren't were for incredibly rare pairs that don't have a lot of people writing for them (ShouheixYata from K Project and Sherlock Holmes (novel version) x Hiruma Yoichi from Eyeshield 21. Please show me even 5% of tumblr routinely putting out content for those pairings because I would enjoy reading anything from them.

For my match ups, smutty ones are at least 5 pages, while romantic and platonic ones have never gone below 7 pages and have, at times, gone as long as 15 pages and include intensely thought out explanations of why they're compatible with that character, what the relationship would be like, how the commissioner fits into the Canon universe, and at least 3, usually more other characters they could be compatible with, how those characters would know the commissioner and fit into their story and why the relationship might not work. I struggle to find blogs willing to do matchups even half that length and intricacy so please, direct me to the 95% of writers that will do that for free.

For my stories, the shortest I've done was 10 pages where I made a whole $1 per page. The longest has been 65 pages where I made $50. They all also come with a music mix and a storyboard with alternate ways the story could have gone and at least 5 new headcanons about the OC and the ship. Please, again, direct me to the 95% of tumblr writers willing to do that for someone else's self-insert ship or OC ship for free, of that length, with the extras. Most writers I know might occasionally write a friend's OC but not just anyone's and usually not 30-60 pages for them.

Long story short, I don't force anyone to commission me. If you don't want to and just want to enjoy the free stuff, that's perfectly cool with me! If you don't like that I take commissions, block me. If you feel everything I write is so generic and boring that 95% of other writers have wrote the exact same thing, my blog isn't for you, block me.

[fillinforlater]

Important Announcement and Updates

Hello everyone, Smite here!

Dear readers of my blog, loyal followers, writer friends and everyone in between, I got some news for y'all. Things will change and partially already have and I feel like I should give a heads up about it in a single post so you're not confused as to what has happened.

But first of a word from our sponsor a big thank you for the insane Notes-Totals on my last couple of fics. There is a lot of 900+ and already a fuckton of love for "Just Testing", and leaving aside all the nonsense I wrote in this fic, I'm still very grateful for the support. Thank you!

Now to the upcoming changes/wtf is actually happening:

1. I will take an (warning, evil words ahead) indefinite hiatus from writing fics in the manner I did in the past/up until now.

What does this mean?

"Are you retiring? Are you going to delete your stories? Are you not going to be online/active in Discord anymore?"

NO, NO and NO.

I have no plans to (ever) retire and if I would, a 31some would look pitiful it would be with a feeling of certainty and geniune satisfaction (at least I hope so).

I just need a break from this neck-breaking pace of forcing every ounce of horniness and creativity from my head onto the Docs to the point where it's all just a mush of nudity, sex and filth and words and chaos... I'm losing grip on wtf I write at times.

This hiatus is to reset myself, to test other things without feeling forced to post them or at least something just to be on a streak, just to push that number higher and higher. I will def continue creative writing, just don't expect me to post it cuz it won't be all kpop.

BASICALLY: Stories will be released, but they will be rarer and most likely longer and hopefully still to your liking, from a story and smut perspective (unless it's full-on fluff/angst).

2. Uni will come like three big waves and during the strongest fucking tsunami, I have to do a boatload of other things on top. I'll be busy, I need to be focused, failure is not an option. Freeing myself from the (internalized) pressure of "having to post a fic this week" will help me to push through this mess.

I'll miss you when exams start and I'll come back to you, don't worry.

3. MoA will continue until Part 100, then there will be a two year special (because dayum, that's how long I am doing this already) and before/after the special, MoA will enter a new phase:

Instead of doing an appreciation post every Monday, I will do MoA's whenever I've read one to five stories that I want to appreciate. They will pop up every now and then, in different formats, to show you what I read and enjoy and who you should follow for more good stuff.

My intention with MoA was always to appreciate something, never to exclude someone or tell them that their writing id bad because they have been featured less than others. I want to continue this with more heart than before, so I'm going to break out from the regular pattern after Part 100.

4. Regarding the update I send a while back with all the series' and stuff: I still have intentions to keep my promise and write them, just with less urgency and pressure. The final request from back in January 2022 (lol) will also be written.

I will try my best, I thank you for your patience.

5. The final part of L4 and another fic are big guarantees to be released soon, so get ready, cuz I won't hold back. Remember: I'M STILL HERE! I GOT A LOT OF STUFF...

See y'all around!

... and I'll add more!

Let's start this new era on my blog. I hope you'll give me the same love and support you've given me until now.

(Oh, and feel free to flood my askbox with pics, questions, gams and ideas. No guarantee of reacting to them, but they might stirr me up xD)

[longelk]

I've beat inscryption but kaycees mod is beating my absolute ass! I cannot for the life of me beat it even once!! Give pro strats pls... (also I love your art so so much obviously but I also think it'd be fun to ask you about the game itself if that's ok!!! :,D)

ofc id be happy to talk about the game itself!! dont feel bad about losing to kmod its very hard on purpose because kaycee likes inflicting pain!

first of all, i learned a lot of lifesaving strats/tricks from this little fanmade kmod wiki! it gives pros/cons for each starter deck and goes into detail about how hand manipulation works and stuff, check it out for sure

that said the most important things to do are:

keep a small deck, especially try not to have more than one or two 1-blood cost cards or free cards

have a big damage card that can 1-hit KO leshy on the first turn (5 damage until you get the challenge that starts you off with 1 damage on your side, then this card should do 6 damage)

those rules probably arent as important when youre just starting and the challenges arent too bad, but eventually leshy is gonna pull a bifurcated turkey vulture on his first turn when you turn the heat up down the road so itd be wise to get into the rhythm early. im assuming you only have vanilla deck unlocked, so try buffing the wolf with bifurcated or at a good campfire

you want to keep your deck small so you can reliably pull your win card preferably on the first turn, when you have too much useless crap like pelts or extra 1-blood costs, theyre going to be pulled in your starting hand and you wont be able to do enough damage in time.

its wise to have at least two 1-Hit-KO win cards to prepare for the prospector since he wipes your board after phase one, and having a backup is valuable when you cant trim down your deck enough

try to avoid map nodes that give you cards, and try to aim for map nodes that will take away cards (or otherwise wont give you new ones). use the campfire to try and get rid of cards you dont want, try to fail cave challenges, dont buy pelts from trapper (buy his knife instead if you can), etc. if a campfire doesnt kill your card you can also exit to menu and re-enter the game to have it buff your preferred card instead lol. and if youre forced to pick a cost card, go with 3-blood cost. if youre forced to pick a family card, try to get one that you can fuse with your win card at mycos. again, you can always exit/re-enter start menu to see what your other options are

that said, ive started doing something on my own that i havent seen mentioned anywhere, and its making sure to use an item in battle if backpack is your next node, to prevent yourself from getting packrats from having a full inventory. im sure theres a strat where you can get a bunch of rats to fuse at mycos but it isnt worth it imo

that, and also try to have at least one item that can instantly kill/remove a card from leshy's board before you fight final boss leshy, like the hook, trapper knife, or scissors. ideally you want to kill his moleman so you can use your KO card before he pulls out prospector and wipes your board and things get hairy. there is a guaranteed backpack node before you fight leshy, you can actually exit and re-enter game to make sure you get the item you want if you dont feel bad about it lol (magickal bleach works against the moleman too but you have to unlock this)

getting your KO card is easier once you unlock the Blood deck (its the first you unlock i believe, after 1-2 challenges) cause it gives you a goat and moose! try to buff that moose at least once, maybe give the goat a good sigil like undying, fecundity or hoarder (hoarder can be a lifesaver if your deck is too big, its the sigil magpie has) or otherwise you can sacrifice the mole to the goat at an early sacrifice stone