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[thewindswaker]

WHY DOES THE CHIAN HAVE SO MANY BOTTLES.

[rjthirsty]

Streaming, Discord, and VoDs, Oh My!

To be honest, the last week has been such a whirlwind, I don't even know what info I've posted where. Haha. I'm on Bluesky, Instagram, and here, along with a few Discord servers, and I have been spottily updating each of them with my streaming stuff because running multiple social media accounts is tough work!

The point is, if this is a repeat, I'm sorry, but we're going to go through this again!

Hi, all! I'm RJ, and here on tumblr y'all might know me for my Cybird fanfics, or just the simp I am. You see, before I was on tumblr, and before I was writing fanfic, I was streaming on Twitch. I had to take a break due to relocating and life, but I've returned and getting back into the swing of things has been an effort.

This is kind of the long of all the info, and it will probably be put somewhere on my intro, so don't feel intimidated by all the text.

First, I want to explain what I'm streaming and when.

Each week I post an updated schedule for what games I'm currently tackling. As for the Language Learning, I'm working through Japanese with the help of MaruMori and WaniKani, and you can join me for the whole journey.

If you've missed episodes already, you can find them on my YouTube VoDs channel. I have playlists for the games and Japanese lessons, though few at the moment, there will be more as I stream more.

I stream mainly romance games, and mainly visual novels. Currently I'm working on a recent release for otome called Falling for Yaoguais.

If all of this sounds awesome, you should follow one, or multiple platforms to be notified of when I post new things or go live.

On that note, I'm also part of a shared Discord server with @scumberly Now Streaming For Work. NSFW is an 18+ Discord server for those interested in Scumberly or myself as a streamer. We just kind of hang out in there and talk about normal things. Sometimes we do Discord only streams, which are more just chill and chat sessions. It's open to anyone (adult), even if you don't follow one of us for streaming.

I'm pretty sure that's... it? Ah! Right! I also run a game review site called Doki Doki Digest where Scum and I write about some of the games we play. They're all spoiler-free and covers romance and horror. Check it out too!

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see y'all around.

[gaylactic-fire]

No but I'll forever be enamoured with the idea of Linkverses, many Links, Links meet AUs, whatever you wanna call them. There's something very beautiful about taking these characters who are all extremely similar in every way, even down to their names. Who's personalities are left intentionally vague for the purpose of relatablity. To take what little snippets of individuality we have and use that as a foundation to breathe a whole new life into these characters is absolutely wonderful to watch. Even more so excellent is the fact that every single Linkverse I've seen has wildly different interpretations of how certain Links might behave. There are some common ideas that seem to be universally accepted, but otherwise there is so much individuality that these boys get from AU to AU.

I love you Linkverse creators. Please continue to bring your own unique joy to our favourite green dudes ❤️

[hexagonopus]

hello

i am become olive destroyer of be not olive

18+, ace/aro, they/it :)

this blog is basically just funny stuff i see and/or horror art i like. theres some fandomy things too ig! Mostly Half-Life, but other things I'm liable to reblog in the future are probably System Shock, Silent Hill, and like.... other...spooky things idk. Halo maybe? Halos not spooky though ^_^|||

I write horror fiction and create music. You can find my work via the following links:

https://dirgesofegregoria.wordpress.com

https://hexagonopus.bandcamp.com/

I also have an ao3 account:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hexagonopus/

[i-give-link-to-people]

hey fruitverse, can i trust yall to watch all my current Links while i go and get more? thank you!

[iguanasplit]

Song Tag Game💙🌌

I was tagged by @isearchedtheyooniverse into this song game !!! so lets go

8 Songs and 8 People Tag!

Favorite song at the moment: im not sure... probably 4 oclock by RM & V, or Seoul by RM. they are songs i keep close to my heart. the lyrics and feeling is nice.

Song you associate your favorite ship with: oh this is a hard one bcs its been a while since i had a favourite ship. but from top of my mind: AMULGOE xiuchen with Saturn by Sleeping at last (i know heartshattering but it is the authors fault) and back in HS the Piña Coladas song for Solangelo (Nico and Will of Percy Jackson saga) and wasteland baby" by hozier reminds me of a post apocaliptic Sope AU i have

A song that could be about you: mercury by sleeping at last. the lyrics just feel too much, its my favourite thing to hum as i walk. tbh theres a lot of sleeping at last that i feel close to!

A song you think is overrated: lol tbh i dont know.... probably anything on the radio... im not sure....

A song that reminds you of a good memory: i dont know by seventeen, it reminds me of my ex-partner driving our friends (and me) to class early in the morning, i was still half asleep but it was really nice

The last song i listened to: PUMA by TXT im listening to it as i write this!!!

A song that makes you laugh: this one is hard??? jajajaja i dont think i laugh much in songs or about them.... hmmmmm..... maybe in SHINees girls girls girls its so cute... mostly bcs i think of the swciii stage!

A song i want my mutuals to listen to: Saturn and Sun by Sleeping at last! and as it might be noticeable im in a big TXT mood so from them i recommend Roller coaster, maze in the mirror, DEAR SPUTNIK and fairy of shampoo

Share the top five songs you have on repeat!

tagging: @wishforsomewherenew @forever5hines @jjongalaxy @flamingdiva @singswithmicoff @taelepathysroom @iuconic and @knjarchipoet

actually the list would be entirely txt so i will lie and pretend i listen to a variety of music

Blue hour - TXT

Atlas II: Four - sleeping at last

Runaway - AURORA

Moving On - BTS

0X1=Lovesong - txt

[melyzard]

Star Wars Creator tag game

Thanks to @spacepandar (who has a list of fantastic rebelcaptain artwork here), @crazy-fruit and @brynnmclean for the tag! 

You’ve been tagged in the Star Wars Creator meme! Pick 1 - 10 works you’ve created (fic, art, gifsets, aesthetics, videos, playlists, etc) & tell us why you’re proud of them! Then tag your friends!

So in no particular order, 10 of my works that I’m proud of:

1. you give me something

“Stranger?” His mouth curved up into that damn half-smile, the one that ignited her nerves and made something go tight in her chest. “Is that what you’ve been calling me?”

Only at first, she thought but still retained enough sense not to say out loud. Instead she shook a lock of hair out of her eyes and said, “Why not? What have you been calling me?”

He ran a hand up her back, dragging his fingertips along the curve of her spine before cupping his palm around the back of her neck. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to her neck, and Jyn shivered slightly at the touch. “Stay long enough,” he murmured against the hollow of her throat, “and you might find out.”

[@crazy-fruit, has a lovely list of their excellent fanworks here.]

2. your words are mine to keep 

Erso [2004]: looks like its real gin. antilles has hooch too. knew they were brewing it in the barracks

Andor [2005]: Be careful with that stuff, it strips paint from X wings.

Erso [2006]: chewie set up a holo of some [PROFANITY FILTER] imp officer and everyone’s trying to hit it with food

Erso [2006]: smells like pickles in here. good hooch tho

Andor [2007]: Sounds like it’s shaping up to be a party.

Erso [2008]: not until someone starts stripping

Andor [2009]: Should I be concerned?

Erso [2010]: no

Andor [2011]: [unsent] I didn’t mean to insult

Andor [2012]: Pity.

Erso [2014]: [PROFANITY FILTER]?

[@ladytharen‘s top 10 fave list (many of which are also my faves) here]

3. between your bones and your soul

“You…don’t have to do this,” he says at last, slowly, like he’s feeling his way through an unknown space. “If you think you…owe me this, because of Scarif,” he shakes his head. “You don’t, Jyn.”

Of course he thinks she’s here out of guilt. He’d been there when Mon Mothma and Draven came to hear her account in the medbay.  He heard her snarl whenever someone mentioned the casualties. He saw her flinch every time the doctors discussed the extensive surgeries and recovery time he would need.

But Jyn’s not a masochist, she’s not here to punish herself. “I’m tired of seeing you in pain,” she tells him, honest, defiant.

An odd expression flickers across his face then, gone before she can read it, but the hard lines of his blank mask soften a little, and he looks a little less like Captain Andor of Rebel Intelligence and much more like Cassian. “Ah,” he murmurs, and then he takes a deep breath and ducks his head. Carefully, he brings his hands together and hangs them between his knees, gaze fixed on the floor.

“What should I…what do you need me to do?”

[@brynnmclean‘s list of incredible works (many of which are NSFW in the best way) is here]

4. A Love Song 

“This isn’t my life,” Cassian says abruptly, his voice low but still loud in the soft silence. His eyes stay on her hands, like he doesn’t dare look away, or look up at her.

Jyn studies their linked hands, and then nods slowly. “I’ve stolen it,” she agrees in the same hushed tone of a confession, or a promise.

Now he does look up, and Jyn lifts her own gaze to meet him. His dark eyes should have been hard to read in the dim light of the room, but Jyn knows the shape of his shadows almost as well she knows her own. There’s an old, familiar fear in his eyes, and a terrible rage, a little longing and an endless exhaustion, and - when he looks at her the way he did out in the kitchen, the way he’s looking now - a faint spark of hope.

[tagging @imsfire2, who has not done this tag game but has written a published work!]

5. the heart is hard to translate

Cassian closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath. For a second, Jyn thought maybe she had pushed it too far, crossed some line.

Then he looked down at her, a dangerous glitter in his dark eyes, and spit a stream of swift, smooth words in his native tongue far too quickly for her to catch. She managed to pick out at least two different words for “fuck” and a reference to someone’s mother, and a phrase that she was almost sure meant “your beautiful filthy mouth,” but the rest rolled by too fast for her to hope to understand. When he finally stopped, she waited a moment to see if he would start up again, mildly disappointed when he didn’t. The flush had spread all the way down his throat and disappeared into his collar, hard to see in the cheap lights of the ship, but definitely there. Whatever he just said, Jyn thought a little dazedly, must have been kriffing obscene.

She raised a finger and pointed it at him. “You have got to translate that for me.”

Cassian glared at her, then faster than she could follow, he buried his hand into her hair, said, “No,” in a flat voice, and crushed his beautiful filthy mouth against hers.

[tagging @sleepykalena, who is currently working on an awesome Rogue One/Solo Quiero Caminar fusion fic here]

6. we live in cities (you’ll never see on screen)

She stalks over to the table full of Temolaks, and stops in between them and Cassian. She takes a long, theatrical pull from her beer (if Bodhi gets to be obnoxious and dramatic, so does she) and then makes a face, banging the bottle down on the Temolaks’ table. “This beer tastes like rat piss,” she announces with a gleeful slur. She pretends to spot one of the Temolaks’ bright blue drinks and before any of them can react, she snags it neatly. “Hey, trade me yours.”

She throws the noxious drink down her throat like a pro (it’s probably not poisonous to human physiology) and grins when the Temolak makes a growl of protest and jumps to his feet. He’s huge, towering over her by a solid fifteen centimeters, and out of the corner of her eye she sees Cassian’s shoulders go rigid.

Jyn grins with all her teeth. “Well, now, aren’t you a big lad.” Like Bodhi, she lets her accent turn thicker and heavier, blurring into a low-class version of her normal Core-world inflection. She tilts her head back to get a good view of her new challenge and deliberately relaxes her stance. “Shite, son! Did someone kark your face up, then,” Jyn lifts the half-empty glass in a lazy salute, “or did your mum just fuck a Hutt?”

[tagging @thenewleeland, whose historically-inspired R1 AUs are rivaled only by their sports-inspired AUs]

7. the waiting’s been so long (so long)

“It’s been a long time since anyone asked for honesty from me,” he confesses softly, marveling at how easy it is to tell her that.

Jyn raises an eyebrow, looking part pleased and part bewildered. It’s a fascinating mix, and Cassian takes the opportunity to just look at her for awhile as she works that out in her head. “You know,” he says after a moment, “if it’s honesty you want, then I should tell you that you’re very beautiful.”

I should have gone back to bed, he chides himself. I am far too tired to have her this close.

“Oh,” she says faintly. And then, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, “okay then.”

The hair on the back of Cassian’s neck is suddenly standing on end, a warning singing through his veins. “Jyn?”

“Cassian,” Jyn steps forward a little more, until she’s almost touching him. Cassian fights the urge to fidget under her gaze, fights the urge to step away.  Jyn’s eyes study his face like she’s memorizing him, like she expects there will be a test. “Cassian,” she says again like she’s only just learned his name and is practicing the pronunciation. Blurrily, he wonders if perhaps he did go back to bed and this is just another dream. “I’d really like to have sex with you,” Jyn says at last. “Do you want that?”

[tagging @ohstardustgirl​, and if you’re in the mood for some intense and emotional rebelcaptain sex fic, check out her most recent work]

8. a little rebellion (now and then)

“That which threatens my people is my enemy.” Saw raises his eyes from the Barebel to Jyn, and then he says softly, but with no room for compromise, “I will suffer no enemy to live.”

He says nothing else, but Jyn is a good soldier and she hears the order. Kill him.

This is why she stands at his side.

Jyn’s hand is steady on the man’s throat, her weight on her toes, her mind clear of distractions. She raises her chin slowly, looks her commander square in the eye –

- and does not move.

[tagging @mosylufanfic, who has written a plethora of excellent fic, my current favorite of which is here]

9. A Thousand Times Between Our Eyes

“Ready when you are,” he whispered, his mouth shaping the words just along the edge of her cheekbone, his breath ghosting through the loose strands of hair around her face. Jyn couldn’t catch the violent shiver that ran through her body at the touch, and she thought she felt him smile before he shifted away again.

Right, she thought hazily. Right. We’ll deal with that…later. Idiot smuggler first, idiot hormones second.

[tagging @youareiron-andyouarestrong, who has the best ideas.]

10. the universe inside you

The Tholothian sets out yet another palm-sized spherical light patterned in green and orange, and Jyn smirks as she realizes that the lamps are actually the vendor’s wares. The vendor has even woven a string of tiny colored lights through her many pale brown lekku, which reflect in her dark brown skin. Spy boy has managed to park them both right next to what is about to be the most well-lit spot in the square. So much for sticking to the shadows.

The vendor places out another lamp, one that shifts slowly from red to orange to yellow to white and then back through the spectrum again, making the little flame mosaics on the side glitter like real fire. Jyn glances from the stall to the spy, but his eyes are firmly on the Temple, perhaps hunting for his contact, perhaps looking for an alternate way in, perhaps stubbornly hoping the ‘troopers will move on despite all appearances. He looks content to wait there all night. Well, easy for a man wearing a parka thicker than a Wookie’s fur, but the chill is starting to creep into the worn jacket that Jyn scrounged at the last minute from the Alliance quartermaster. She shifts her weight impatiently while he stands as still as the shadows themselves. But despite his glare, the contact never appears in the open doorway, the Temple remains an impenetrable hulk of stone, and the ‘troopers stay right where they are.

The vendor places out another lamp, green with little pink and red flowers patterned around the edges. Jyn leaves the spy to brood along the wall and shuffles cautiously a little closer.

[tagging @kyberchronicles, who likes world-building too and has written a series of lovely short fic for rebelcaptain, the most recent of which is this exceptional piece]

As always, thank you for the tag, and there is no pressure to respond. Happy Tuesday.