That's not my only spongebob fic btw and if you think that one was bad you should read the existential Despicable Me one
I’m not even gonna ask….
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I feel like SV girlies haven't seriously considered "codependent mutually obsessive JuliNemo" yet and that's a shame, really. I've seen a lot of wholesome ChampionRank (really cute but a rehash of every wholesome yuri I've ever seen, not much original content here and that's okay) and one-sided obsessive yandere!Nemona ChampionRank (REALLY do not like the villainization of Nemona's neurodivergence but eh, you can do whatever you want forever) but not as much "these two get on like a house on fire. and boy, it's dry season" ChampionRank.
Where is "battle-hungry socially starved trainwrecks who have no one but each other" JuliNemo. Where is "oh god these two exacerbate each others issues into the stratosphere and this can only end in disaster but I can't look away" JuliNemo. Where is "bringing out the worst in each other and scaring the hoes" JuliNemo. Where is "you two are perfect for each other. Never change, just never involve anyone else in any of this" JuliNemo. There's so much potential here. Toxic codependent yuri save me
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I think a lot abt Optimus' dynamic w the Malto kiddos, both human and Terran, from the little glimpses we get, but especially in the later episodes of Season 1
Like, I think the way he tries to protect them best he can stems from that line he has about how "I didn't have other Primes to guide me", and how he promises then he'll be there for them, cause he probably sees a bit of his younger self in them. He knows while he can't prevent what's in store for them and their destiny because of being chosen by Quintus, he can like... negate some of the suffering and lost feelings he might've had to go through. At least, as much as he can while working around GHOST
This was brought on by I thought too hard about that frame at the end of the finale when he looks up at the tower and smiles like a proud dad waaahh
I really hope they get more time together in Season 2, I need to see him trying to learn how to Vibe with The Youths through Alex
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hey! i am once again requesting because i genuinely love your writing. is it cool if you write skittles with an s/o who has severe anxiety and often gets anxiety attacks? i completely understand if not!
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Hey there! Thank you, that's very kind of you! I hope I was able to do this request justice as well! I'm not really sure Skittles would know how to deal with someone like that in the best way possible, but he tries!
Skittles with an S/O with Severe Anxiety
He knows Nevada is a place where just about anything and everyone tries to kill you, but he never let that get to him. Still, he can see why you’d be anxious all the time about just about anything there is. Skittles is a rather relaxed kind of grunt, so he could usually be your voice of reason when your anxiety is telling you something bad again. Sure, things usually are bad in Nevada, but it helps to hear that not everything is going to be the worst case scenario. Sometimes you need a different outlook in life, and Skittles certainly has that. He’s well aware you always worry about him getting killed, or worse, but he can assure you that he’ll always come back to you. He has died a few times indeed, but he’s been brought back to life every time, so he sort of just assumes everything is going to be alright. If you’re too anxious about something, then he can do it either for you or with you, it really depends on what it is you need to do. If you ever pass out from fear, then he’ll stay by your side until you wake up again, draping a blanket over you so you don’t get cold. He doesn’t really know what to do with you, in all honesty, since grunts usually aren’t as severely anxious in Nevada, but he’ll stay by your side until you feel better. It’s the thought that counts. Even if you tell him to fuck off, chances are he’ll stay with you to make sure nothing even worse happens. You being irritated doesn’t bother him, he’s used to being insulted and around grunts who want him dead. However, as mentioned before, he will try to be your voice of reason. Sure, his views of the world aren’t as realistic either since he’s ever the optimist, but sometimes it’s just nice to hear someone’s voice. If you’re slowly starting to hyperventilate he’ll try to talk you out of it by telling you a story or two in order to distract you. It doesn’t eliminate the problem, he knows that, but if he can get your mind off of what’s bothering you for a second he can deal with the problem more easily.
Once he sees you freeze up entirely for a prolonged amount of time before storming off to somewhere where no one will see you, he knows something more severe than the usual is up. It’s during those few times, when he sees you act strangely, that his smile fades as well as he’s just that concerned. Skittles will give you a few moments by yourself before he ditches whoever he was with at the moment and seeks you out. Once he finds you, he’ll get you to a calm and quiet place where the both of you are alone. Skittles will ask you what’s wrong. He won’t judge you, even if you don’t know why you suddenly got an anxiety attack, all he knows is that you need help. He rarely ever sees anyone cry, so seeing you do such really does break his heart. Again, he’ll try to calm you down by calmly talking to you. Might put a hand on your back, but won’t repeat doing such if you flinch away from him. He’ll let you talk about whatever it is you need to get off your chest, or, if you can’t speak, then he’ll tell you about the butterflies he saw near a flower field and promises you to take you there someday. He’s well aware that you likely just need someone with you at that moment, even if he doesn’t know what to do. He hopes that him staying with you, distracting you, would be enough. However, he will shoo away any new grunts that might come along. This would be one of the few times where he might be rougher with them as well so they’ll go away. He won’t raise his voice, but he’ll make it known that you and him need to be alone right now. Will do anything to keep your mind off of what’s bothering you and get you away from any and all triggers you had in that moment. Since this seems to be a persistent problem for you, he’ll encourage you to seek out a medical professional. He knows someone, even if he might not be sure that person is actually a doctor, who might be able to help you. Since he can imagine living with anxiety all the time being very rough, he would not be opposed to having you be medicated for it. Will even go to all of your appointments with you if you need it.
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Midnight Sky Blues
sometimes, instead of a person,
instead of a being made of flesh and viscera,
I feel like a speck of a speck
gazing outwards like my entire tiny existence
is behind the glass dome of a planetarium.
I hop up on the observation floor and peer out
note down all that I can see with my 'scope
sometimes it's a telescope, sometimes a microscope
sometimes I can't tell the difference.
I observe all that goes on out there
and then I hop off the scope,
and I pace. and I ponder.
and I think and I postulate
but mostly I just....gaze up and out.
sometimes the glass above me
might as well not exist, because sometimes
I see great burning balls of fire
and I worry about the flames raining down here
other times I peer at a planet and see
a lush green and dinosaur party favors,
a kind of bliss I've only ever been able to see
from here.
and I'm viscerally aware that the glass
works in the most spitefully impartial way.
sometimes I want to smash the glass above me
break out of this scientific cave of misery
float up to those planets I see and join in...
but stubborn and cold logic pipes up
points out the risk of falling glass,
how shortsighted and bloody it could all end up,
and even if I break the glass I have no plan
to rise through the stratosphere
nor any plan to survive the vacuum of space
and on and on it goes,
long after I've already dropped the subject.
even when I send communications out
they're as polite as can be.
I'm aware that telegrams and Morse code
work best when the messages are short
I still find myself sidestepping any desperate language
even if it is the shortest.
I don't want anyone to worry too much.
I'm safe behind this glass I reside behind.
I'm bored and I'm lonely and I want to fly
but I never tap out any messages asking for help,
only pictures and descriptions of what they see of me.
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