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@memeticrush
hello everypony
This is my blog where I put all my thoughts on whatever thing I'm interested in. Usually reserved to longer posts but idk I just be saying things. :3
I currently talk the most about Hoyo Games, IDV (mainly esports), Overwatch, and Fire Emblem (but im a fe baby my only finished game is awakening)
( formerly @trojanlove )
in dishonor of sandrones new redesign, im planning on making my first ever bjd (albeit closer to a nendoroid-lol) and giving her her own cute LONG dress. because its what my princess deserves.
dont think it dont say it
crossposting this from my twitter yesterday, but seeing sandrones skirt slowly crawl up her legs over the past 4 years reminds me of a post i saw forever ago, where they said concept designers should try to exaggerate "unwanted" features in a design because higher ups will slowly get rid of them with each draft. and isnt she just a perfect example hahaha
i will still be pulling since i've waited this long for her but i also will be trying to redownload/fix my modding programs so i dont have to look at this sorry mockery of a design for more than .5 seconds in game
(6.6/luna vii spoilers) (im not well versed on dottore so i could very well be wrong in my next statement) but ive been thinking about how his original self died a lot. super interesting how he lived only doing what was best for himself, the "i," but when he needed help he somehow believed "i" would help a different "me," even tho "i" only worked in "i's" own favor. like yea your other segments likely wouldnt help you, someone so selfish in his desires wouldnt do something with no personal gain, even if it was for another "me" (and they certainly got more gain out of him dying than living re: the dissection scene. lol)
finished the sumeru archon quest today this is all i retained
(actually though, my very long thoughts on 6.6 are below. under the cut to avoid actual spoilers. lol)
ok! the blog switch has been complete. if you follow me here for yume content, my new account for that is @trojanlove ! I'll reblog a lot of my stuff there. but this is now my main blog for all my interests instead of just LaDS and yume :)
ok im lowkey im gonna swap the subjects of my accounts again bc i want my main blog to be my gaming blog okay! yay:)
(i'll let you know when this blog wont be yume themed anymore but know that my new yume blog will have this username! so just look for trojanlove again if you want my yume content :) )
“I’m disappointed.” Rafayel sighed. You sit down on the floor next to him. He rattled a baby toy to your four month old son, who was laying on his play mat.
“I wanted him to be a mini you but he looks nothing like you.” Your son look at you both with the same purple pink eyes as his father. The full head of purple hair he was born with was starting to curl in waves just like Rafayel.
“I think he has my nose?”
“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough when we were making him cutie.”
“Maybe your Lumerian genes were too strong.” You flick his forehead causing him to wince. Your son burst into laughter. You both look at him in awe. This was the first time you heard him laugh.
“Do you find it funny when your daddy is in pain.” You pinch one of Rafayel’s cheeks and your son laughs even more.
“Ow! I’m being bullied by my own wife and kid.” He rubs his cheek to soothe it from your pinch. “But I’m not disappointed anymore. He got one of my favorite things about you.” He leaned down to kiss his son’s forehead. “Your laugh.”
im probably about to split my tumblr up into a few side tumblrs......this one will stay for yumejoshi posting, and another for esports lol
my non-yume homunculus has been created @memeticrush this is where all my gaming posts will go
im probably about to split my tumblr up into a few side tumblrs......this one will stay for yumejoshi posting, and another for esports lol
posted this a couple days ago on twt but my friend and I jokingly made an esports team like oph blk sre etc...everyone please say hi to team lis(lsn?) also known as listen
they are pink for an incredible reason (I've only drawn marcus and amanda rn)
isekai fic where you die and astra brings you into lads world to get zayne away from mc and back to his work, but zayne ends up falling for you instead and astras like fuuuuuck now i gotta kill you AGAIN
im omega unemployed rn so im currently outlining this to post on my ao3 sometime. #Yay
now you may be wondering. what happened here. what happened is I stopped being omega unemployed like a week after i posted this ↑ so . there have been severe delays
sorry i kinda abandon this account for weeks at a time, I don't know how to format my everyday posting like i do on twt into posts LOL maybe i will try sometime this week....to spend time on tumblr instead of twitter.......and maybe post some of my art
linkon mc: ? i asked when is your bday, not HOW you were born
the twins: oh
I would love a little fic about MC sitting on Zaynes lap for the first time in the beginning of them dating each other, like him being shocked or caught of guard at first or something like that 🤔. I'm so sorry if this request sounds weird it's been on my mind for months 🤣😭 I suck at writing, and your fics are just chefs kiss!
my shaylaaa, he would be so cute trying to hide that he's flustered 😭 ohh i will eat him alive p.s. not proofread
You hadn’t meant anything by it.
That’s what you told yourself anyway as you crossed Zayne’s living room with the throw blanket in your arms and your socks whispering against the hardwood. He was on the couch, glasses low on his nose, reading something dense and medical-looking.
The sight of him there, soft and home-clothed and yours in this new, breakable way, made your stomach flip the way it had been flipping for weeks now.
Months, really. If you were being honest. Possibly years, if you wanted to spiral about it.
Which was the problem with dating your childhood friend.
You’d known Zayne since you were six. You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder during long car rides, pressed bandaids onto his scraped knees, swiped macarons off his plate without asking. Touching him had never been a thing you had to think about.
Until nineteen days ago, when he mustered up the courage and kissed you on his front porch and politely, devastatingly asked if you’d consider being his girlfriend.
Now, every gesture had a different gravity and weight behind it.
You’d been keeping count of the kisses like a fool. Four. You knew you were ridiculous for doing so, but you simply didn’t care.
So when you reached the couch and he looked up at you with that half-soft, half-questioning expression, the blanket felt like a flimsy excuse for what your body had clearly already decided to do.
You climbed into his lap.
Zayne went perfectly, completely still.
You felt it instantly, the way every muscle in him locked, the page frozen between his fingers. You settled your weight against his thighs, draped the blanket over both of you, and tucked your head under his chin like you’d done this a thousand times before, even though you hadn’t.
You daydreamed about it, though. Wanting to finally take matters into your own hands before you could chicken out.
“...Hello,” he managed to say after a long beat of silence, voice a full octave lower than usual.
You tilted your head back to look at him. His ears were red. The tips of them, just barely, but you saw it. His glasses had slid down further on his nose. His hand, the one not holding the book, was hovering in the air beside your hip like he wasn’t sure what he was allowed to do, or if he was even allowed to touch.
Oh.
The realization slid down your spine warm and slow. He was flustered. Doctor Zayne, ice-cold composure, hands-steady-in-surgery Zayne, was sitting beneath you with his entire body locked up like you’d hit pause on him.
You felt yourself smile slowly, a little bit wickedly and delighted at the outcome.
“Comfortable?” you asked sweetly, settling your weight a little more deliberately into his lap.
His jaw worked, voice dry as bone, “Was the couch full?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. There he was. Even flushed and short-circuiting, his timing was unfairly good.
“Mhm. Didn’t seem to be as comfortable.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
“I see.” His hand set the book down on the armrest with the precision of a man defusing a bomb. Maybe for him it really was that serious. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop but find him utterly adorable. Red as a tomato, he might as well be the bomb in question.
His hand finally landed on your hip, warm and a little too gentle, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed yet. “And the rest of the house?”
“Hostile environment.”
“Naturally.” his thumb stroked once, experimental, against your hipbone. You felt his exhale against the top of your head. “Then I suppose I can allow this. I can’t have you feel uncomfortable in my house, now can I?”
You laughed into his throat, and felt him relax beneath you in increments, the tension melting out of his shoulders, his arm sliding properly around your back to pull you flush against his chest. His heart was beating slightly too fast under your ear. So was yours.
“Zayne,” you murmured, fingers playing with the seam of his collar.
“Hm.”
“You know,” you said softly, tracing slow patterns over the fabric, “you could’ve just told me to come over here. You don’t need to be embarrassed if you want to hold me, Zayne. I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”
He was quiet for a moment before you felt his hand spread warm across your back, certain now, no more hovering.
“I’m aware,” he murmured into your hair. “I was working up to it.”
“For how long?”
“...Approximately nineteen days.”
You smiled into his throat, warm all the way through.
You had a feeling it won’t be the last time you find yourself in your boyfriend’s warm embrace.
also, I apologize for the lack of lads posting!!! unfortunately i haven't been playing it as much since xyz myth, i don't find the gameplay loop as fun and honestly, now that im employed i don't have the same energy to put into 15 billion different gachas daily like I did the past few years lol
I still have some drabbles i want to write, so I'll try to pick them up again sometime! but right now im very exhausted by infolds decisions, and it's better to back away from something than spend your days stressed for no reason!
