#I’m glad ppl are calling it out now if I have to deal with another cishet white man bitch about how much they hate Steven universe

[doomedlvr]

Fully grown cishet white men when every piece of media ever doesn’t cater specifically to them

#yes cishet men on on YouTube reviewing kids shows and shows for women. you are annoying #I’m glad ppl are calling it out now if I have to deal with another cishet white man bitch about how much they hate Steven universe #I’ll explode #now their doing it with Barbie #honey!!! it’s not for you ❤️ hope this helps #Ik your used to everything being about you ❤️ but sometimes it’s not and that’s okay

[softxsuki]

I feel like this is a weird request, and I just wanted to say before hand that I’m not in this situation anymore but sometimes I imagine something similar happened when it was in effect. Could you maybe write about the toman boys (as a group, as toman I mean) somehow finding out their friend is currently an active victim of sex trafficking? How they’d react to it and stuff? I think a lot of ppl dont realize a lot of times with kids it’s not being thrown in a cage or something, often they let you go to school and live a normal life too. If you feel the need to do research b4 writing BTW, I recommend watching some TIKTOKS by nicolegrows as she had a very similar experience to me

Toman with Reader Who is A Victim of Trafficking

DO NOT. I REPEAT. DO. NOT. READ THIS IF MENTIONS OF SEX TRAFFICKING WILL TRIGGER YOU!

Pairings: Toman x Gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sex trafficking, needing counseling for trauma/PTSD

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 470

Summary: In which Toman finds out that you're actively a victim of sex trafficking

[A/N; Thanks for letting me know that this request was actually urgent. I just got a second today to write this. The best I could do was headcanons, because I physically couldn't write out a more detailed description of this scenario, but I hope it's helpful. You just said Toman, so I wrote how the gang as a whole would respond to finding out about this! I'm glad you made it through something as horrible as this. The world is a scary place.

cutting this here, incase anyone ignores my warnings. PROCEED WITH CAUTION PLS.

Okay well first of all, as soon as they find out that you’re in any kind of danger, Mikey commands everyone immediately to get into action to save you

You’re their friend; though not officially in the gang because they didn’t want to put you into any danger from the many enemies they have, you remained friendly with each other and hung out frequently

Baji was the one who noticed something strange, so he took matters into his own hands; he secretly followed you around and took note of any suspicious activity he saw from the people around you

But certain things made everything very clear and so he reported it all to Mikey right away, who them proceeded to act immediately

Their first step is taking you away from the people who are doing this to you–whether you’re aware of your situation or not; it doesn’t matter, they’re getting you out of there

It becomes a small operation, only the Captains and vice captains of the divisions along with Mikey and Draken are in charge of safely collecting you and ensuring that you never have to be in that environment again

They call the police to inform them, and show up to your “home” without their gang uniforms on–their job is to take you out of there, not draw attention to themselves and risk the perpetrators running off before the police even arrive. The police could deal with everything else when they got there

It took everything in Toman not to take their anger out on your “caretakers”; it was now Toman’s job to take care of you and give you a new home with them, not get in trouble and leave you alone

Obviously, you needed a lot of support from all your friends, and professional support as well, which they all helped you out with

Mitsuya was probably the one you ended up confiding in the most–being as he was an older brother to his younger sisters, you felt especially safe with him

But aside from him, the boys all made you feel very welcome and safe

If they weren’t protective of you before, they definitely were now

Mikey had ordered someone to always be on guard of you at all times, if he wasn’t available to do it (he usually was, but in the rare case that he couldn’t, another toman member would quietly be keeping an eye on you from afar)

You’d most likely be living with Mikey and his Grandfather, who treated you with so much kindness and understanding after Mikey explained everything to the older man

You were Toman’s family now and they’d do anything to make sure you continued your life the way you were meant to live it; helping you with anything you needed in the process to recover and overcome everything that had happened to you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 5/11/2023

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[personasintro]

hey :)

I'm following lots of Tumblrs now but you're the reason this app's installed 🫶🏼

MH wasn't actually the first fanfiction I've ever read on wattpad but it was the last one😭 it's like now that I know about MH it feels like other fanfictions on that app will never be as good?

anyways, so after reading MH (all chapters) it's then that I decided to install Tumblr and follow you on here 'cause I've seen people saying that you're more active here, and tbh I wanted to know you better

after that I literally read ALL of your works🥹 they're SO GOOD and it's sad that they aren't getting the recognition they deserve 🥲 I can't explain how amazing your stories are and I truly can see your hard work

now that time had passed, I wanted to thank you, mainly for writing MH, because that's the reason I have this app were I made new friends and read incredible stories💜 I discovered amazing writers whom I can see are gonna turn out to be huge someday🥹 the talent is indescribable and I'm truly honoured to have known you🫶🏼

you're an expert at writing. you have many many well-written stories. you have the talent which I appreciate so much. you can make me feel every emotion through your words, and the way of you describing everything, your storylines, your plots, characters, angst, fluff, smut.. they're all perfect 💜🫶🏼

another thing I've been wanting to say.. you're doing this for FREE, you're not getting anything in return so PLEASE don't give away the things that are important to you.. your health☹️ I know. I won't be able to understand the pressure you're under right now, or you've BEEN under since MH started to blow up.. but now that I know you enough to care for you, can I ask you to not care? It's hard I know, these dumb people won't ever stop sending you messages asking for more updates. but if you think about it, who fucking cares? are these idiots more important than you? you have fans now, we all care for you💜 we all wish you nothing but the best🫶🏼 and we'll throw hands when needed💪🏼

you're one of a kind. you're sweet, kind, honest, talented, and a good friend who deserves to be happy. if these people who call themselves fans can spread negative energy just for an update, SCREW THEM. we can wait, we've waited before and it wasn't a big deal🤷🏻‍♀️ MH is AMAZING don't get me wrong but life goes on? updates will come and go just like everything else in this world. and it will someday have a last chapter what about that? what are they gonna do when reading the last one? will they ask you for another fanfiction? they won't stop🤷🏻‍♀️

think about yourself for one moment and tell me, are they worth your time? energy? health? are they worth the exhaustion you feel?

don't EVER feel guilty for any decision you make💜💜💜 you're your own person

I love you <3

Hello!! Wow, thank you! I’m glad I seem to be interesting enough that ppl want to get me better 🤭 I’m always amazed how many readers support me in so many different ways. I’m very thankful in this aspect, I’ll always cherish it!

Honestly, I don’t think I deserve this much love and support. I’ve said this many times but it’s true 😭 I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys! And just to be clear, y’all are not my fans (calling you that just seems ridiculous to me 😭 I’m sorry 🤧). You are my precious readers and I’m just an ordinary girl who’s apparently got a big imagination 🤭

You’re right! There are more important things in this world than updates 🪐 I hope I can continue to be a part of your life and free time no matter how much I update in a month or a year.

Thank you very much for all the lovely messages! I’m always pouting, ready to cry how sweet y’all are to me! It really touches my heart and I’ll be forever thankful! I’ll always remember this part of my life 💫

#💜

[smemento]

Omg whoever that sent in that ask on a survivor reader being smort enough to kill the killers yet still play the position of prey has the best ideas cus now I wanna see that for all the killers. Like dang. The way you wrote their interactions with the Trapper, Ghostface and Shape is really gucci owo

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Entity give that survivor reader “special privileges” or sth because of how well they understand and play the game, even more so because I get the feeling this kind of reader might be one of those who are smart enough to figure out how to leave the Entity’s realm. So the Entity might be tempted to make a bond with said reader to keep them trapped with it while also exerting more control over what they might reveal.

Sorry for the long ass post haha been stewing over the idea of having a cunning trickster like survivor reader for a while. You know like those kind of ppl who somehow manage to outwit demons or other supernatural creatures when it comes to making deals or playing games of a sort. It kind of switches up the whole usual prey-predator dynamic in a spicy way which makes it interesting to think abt. :3

I’m glad you enjoyed it! And whoever the person was I do thank them as well, as I thoroughly enjoyed the idea! Read more info below of my own ideas ab that!

(Also don’t hesitate to send me long posts, whether it be for requests, talking about one/ideas, I really do enjoy talking to people!)   vvv

We all know The Entity is smart enough not to pass up something such as an authentically intelligent survivor. Especially one who knows of the supernatural and the way it works. If the reader was to be able to find an escape, they’d be the one to have the upper hand, using their knowledge as leverage to get what they want. It’d also be a big casualty for her with the loss of one or all survivors, both for entrainment and studying purposes.

With that being said, a ‘bond,’ would definitely be placed on the table. The Reader and Entity probably share each other's secrets with the belief that neither would dare rat the other out. Which, if you're being smart, you wouldn't try something like that. As the Entity is the darkness that lurks in the shadows of your surroundings and within the crows.

Of course, even if she did betray the reader I don't doubt that it was nothing but lies being shared. As if you play your cards right, there is no point in exposing your truth and manipulating your enemy to learn theirs. So all of the info would be false or part of these fairytales.

I've thought about it once before that there's a possibility that The Entity does have a weakness. Which, if we involve the need for sacrifices it's probably some sort of necessity of death for power. Meaning that's why she might be so disappointed when a Slasher either kills with their weapons or gets little to no hooks during a trial.

As no finishes done by their skill doesn't count as a direct sacrifice. No sacrifice = no power.

(I take it as the soul = power as well, so when Survivors are determined to survive their soul is stronger. Meaning their sacrifices are more valuable which is why more gifts may be given. //It’s a big reason why leaders are authentically important in trials//)

If you were able to figure that out (whether it be that or another idea), you would be something that she thoroughly can't risk getting rid of. As even if you tried there's a stubbornness in your soul that will possibly lead you back to the Realm. That's a risk that would ruin their entire life(s) work.

To you, it is a win as you’ll probably be able to force more blessings (luck) over your head.

POSSIBLE SKILLS:

I’ve talked about a skill that utilizes the fog and sight of bonds, ‘See Evil,’ as it was called. It’d probably be the most helpful and maybe even shocking thing to experience the first time around, probably a sudden trigger during one of your trials against some random killer. It wasn’t really thought out other than just some sort of sight thing for stealth.

I’ve also thought of something like ‘OVERWHELM’, ‘Apex Predator’ or ‘Intimidate.’ (Name/Rename it as you wish). It’s a skill usually used when going against Slashers but can sometimes be triggered with strong emotions. (That meaning you can cause the heartbeat sort of sound and/or Spine Chill to trigger).

The skill allows a sudden switch of roles or feeling of overbearing fear to flood over anyone in your proximity or whoever may had made eye contact with you. This completely freezes those nearby for a couple of seconds. (Time, Ability + Other, depends on mastered level)

This also gives the reader the ability to overpower those who may have strength gained by the entity. (Which would be the only real reason the reader could kill someone a authentically stronger (w & w/o their buffs). ex: Pyramid Head, Nemesis, Oni)

But, I also never really think the Reader could kill those stated even without their buffs. Especially Pyramid Head (as he is canonically one of the strongest) if it doesn’t involve the entity’s help. However, if the reader is smart I don’t think they would even try to kill The Executioner or provoke him. It’s a death-wish waiting to happen due to his abnormal free will from The Entity.

General || The Reader

With the skill and wits of survival, death is something that is probably to never be expected of you. Even if you have a bond or connection with the entity, you know you can limit your abilities, both in knowledge and soul. However, a sacrifice (certain death), is out of your control.

That being said you're a shuffled deck that has Lady Luck practically praying to you.

This doesn't mean you've never experienced death before. If you are taking a sort of Hunter! Reader into play, I don't doubt that they‘ve experienced possession, exorcisms, death, hell, and things similar. Just another book of knowledge that makes them a better survivor.

I know you probably weren't expecting this! But I do like the concept of a powerful reader. Not entirely in the means of magical abilities, though just life-changing knowledge. Many people, if they were thrown into the realm, would highly give up on the means of escape. That is simply the form of reality. However, if you can write about a reader who dwells in fear just enough to seem understandable then have them branch into surviving, then do it!

#I might write a story like this in the future if people are interested // #˗ˏˋ smwrites #˗ˏˋ smw: deadbydaylight #˗ˏˋ smementowrites #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #dbd writer #sm. talks

[slasherbaby]

Lip Service [read on ao3 or under the cut! ♡]

pairing: trans male reader x danny johnson (dead by daylight)

rating: explicit

tags: period sexxx, hurt/comfort, danny being a sweetheart (he still kills ppl tho) unsafe sex

warnings: blood (reader gets eaten out while he’s on his period soooo), smut, cunt/pussy/cock used for genitalia

“Hello?” You were already on edge before the phone startled you from your thoughts, so you don’t bother hiding the irritation that seeps into your voice. You’ve gotten enough prank calls lately, and honestly, you aren’t in the mood to deal with another one right now. You have enough on your plate as it is, albeit your ‘busy day’ mostly involves plans to lie in bed with a cup of tea and feel sorry for yourself. “Who is it?”

“Hey,” It’s Danny’s voice that greets you, softening the irritation that had built up inside you. You let out a soft sigh, relaxing against the kitchen counter. “What?” He says. “Expecting someone else?”

  “No, I just,” You sigh again, twirling your finger around the phone cord. “I’m having a rough day.”

  “What’s going on? Have you been getting those calls again?”

  “No, I’m-” You pause as a wave rolls through your lower stomach, tight and painful enough for you to bite down on your bottom lip, stifling a groan. Fuck. Whatever excuse you had planned on telling Danny dissolves as tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. “It’s that time of the month. I’m bleeding and it just… really hurts.”

  “Baby,” Danny’s voice drips with sugary sweetness, which does nothing to help the tears in your eyes. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

  You debate brushing him off, the thought of getting out of your comfy pajamas and into something that would make you look cute makes you want to curl into a ball and never leave your couch. But on the other hand, Danny is big and strong and somehow he always manages to run hot- your own personal furnace. Plus, having his arms around you right now sounds close to perfection.

After waiting a few moments, Danny takes the choice from you. “How about this; I’ll swing by Blockbuster, pick up a few of your favorite videos, and we’ll have ourselves a movie night.”

  “Danny,” You whine, suddenly very glad for the static connection from your home phone. “I love you.”

  “I know, sweet thing.” His nicknames for you always make you giggle, and now is no exception. You can practically hear his smile over the phone as he speaks. “I love you too.”

  ~

  It doesn’t take Danny long to arrive at your place, showing up with a crooked smile and a paper bag in his hand. He pulls you in for a kiss the second you open the door, a firm hand on your waist to keep you steady as you fall against his chest. It’s sweet, nothing deeper than the little nibble to your bottom lip he gives you, but it leaves you craving more nonetheless. 

  On most days it didn’t take much to rile you up, but when it was this time of the month, it was like your libido got an amplifier. When Danny releases you, you stumble back, a small laugh tumbling from your lips. He walks forward, closing the door with the back of his heel.

  “Look at you.” He grins, squeezing your waist before letting his hand settle on the swell of your hip. “My handsome man.”

  Averting your eyes away from his, you can’t help the butterflies that flit around in your stomach. You don’t feel very handsome, or at least you didn’t until Danny complimented you. His way with words always made you blush, or at the very least feel good about yourself. Even when you looked like a nerd in your pajamas.

  “Is that my shirt?” He asks, moving the handle of the bag to his wrist so that he could tug at the hem of your shirt. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, almost like a challenge. Danny only laughs, tugging you back in so he can press a kiss against your forehead. “It suits you.”

  You lead him further into the house, stopping when you get to the living room. He looks massively out of place, but his body language is just as comfortable as it would be if you were at his house. Now that Danny’s actually here, you’re slightly unsure of yourself. He’s only ever been over once before, but that was just to drop you off after a date. Now that you think about it, it’s lucky that he even remembers your address.

  “Sit down baby, get comfortable,” Danny instructs, leading you to the couch and giving you a gentle shove. You fall back onto the cushions with a grin, waggling your eyebrows at him. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a few tapes, plopping them down on your lap before starting to walk away. “Your choice, sugar plum.” He tosses a wink over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you with pink cheeks and a fluttery heart.

  You look down at the movies in your lap, smiling when you realize what he rented. One of the reasons you two bonded in the first place was over your love for horror, so the genre doesn’t come as a surprise. But they were all movies that you had talked about before, most of the time just in fleeting conversation. The fact that he remembered makes your heart swell up like a balloon. It only takes you a minute to decide, eventually getting up and taking the one you chose over to the VHS player.

  “Danny?” You call out as you wander into the kitchen. You’re met with the sight of Danny opening a bottle of wine, the popcorn on the stove just starting to sizzle.

  “I thought I told you,” He points the end of the bottle opener at you. “To get comfortable.”

  You hold your hands up in mock surrender, a giggle escaping your lips. The sight of him brandishing the corkscrew at you doesn’t exactly inspire you to leave, especially not when the entire situation feels so utterly domestic. You’ve never been too fond of commitment, especially not with the track record of relationships you’ve had. But Danny… he makes you feel different. Wildly different. You know that you don’t have to settle down like your parents expect you to. You could have a career, you could get married, you could have kids. It all depended on what you wanted to do. But never before had you ever actually felt like you would want to ‘settle down,’ not like you do when you’re around Danny.

  “I missed you.” You grin as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel him freeze under your touch, like you had slapped him instead of hugged him, and immediately start to pull away. Before you can apologize, Danny puts down the cork opener onto the kitchen counter and grabs your wrists, holding you against him. You press a kiss to his spine before nuzzling your cheek against his back, feeling the way his body slowly relaxes into yours.

  “It’s only been a few days… Are you sure you missed me?” Danny murmurs.

  You shrug and give him another kiss. “Of course I missed you.”

  You can feel the shuddery sigh he lets out before he’s turning around to face you. He leans down, cupping your face between his hands, and looks directly into your eyes. His gaze is intense, far too intense for the situation, and suddenly you’re hit with a realization that you might have bitten off more than you can chew.

  “I miss you every second I’m not with you.” He tells you, the words carrying nothing but the honest truth. It’s your turn to shudder, though it’s not from fear. You’ve never been the object of someone’s desires before, not like this. Not in your kitchen with messy hair and pajamas and a man who looks like an angel staring down at you. “It drives me crazy.”

  “Danny…” You breathe, leaning up onto your tiptoes to connect your lips. When you part, you realize that his eyes are still open, watching you with such fervor that you have to force yourself not to look away. “I feel the same.”

  You watch him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing, before his lips part. Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by the sound of loud popping, making you flinch and look in the direction of the stove. When you look back, Danny’s face has gone back to normal, the look in his eye gone in an instant.

  “C’mon baby, let me finish up here and then I’ll be right with you.”

  ~

  By the time you have the movie ready, Danny’s walking back out with two long-stemmed glasses and an opened bottle of wine. He hands you one of the glasses, filling it with a flourish and a wink before putting the bottle and other glass down onto the coffee table. You laugh, grinning at him when he bows. When he goes back to the kitchen, you can’t help but pout.

“Leaving me so soon?” You tease, only to have him chuckle in response. The second time he comes back out, he’s carrying a bowl of steaming popcorn in one hand. You peer at him with a confused smile, looking at the hand he so obviously has hidden behind his back. “Whatcha got there, Danny?”

  Danny puts the popcorn down on the coffee table, careful not to knock over the wine, and sits down on the couch next to you. You put down your glass next to his, pulling your legs up onto the couch as he leans in to give you a kiss. You shut your eyes, ready to have your lips meet his, but as you lean in you realize that it’s not Danny that’s so close to your face. When your lips touch something soft and plush, your eyes snap open.

  It’s a stuffed bear, covered in fluffy gray fur with a satin red bow tied around its neck and a pair of felt vampire fangs sticking out from its stitched snout. “Oh my God, Danny,” You take the bear with gentle hands, immediately squeezing it to your chest. “He’s adorable!”

  "I thought you might like it." He chuckles.

  You move forward, fully ready to give him a kiss, but he stops you before you can. He hands you another object instead, this time a dark red box. It’s shaped like a heart, completely wrapped in velvet, and you know from looks alone that it’s going to be filled with chocolate.

  “Danny, thank you,” You say through a half-watery smile. The movies, the gifts, the wine… All because you were having a rough time. “You can’t be so nice to me, I swear I’ll start to cry...” It’s mostly a joke, but in all honesty, there's more truth to it than you’d like.

  Relationships have never been your strong suit. Hell, more like you’ve never been good at picking men who don’t treat you like shit. But Danny’s so different, caring and sweet, and thoughtful in all the ways previous men haven’t been. Even if he’s secretive about some aspects of his life, he treats you well, better than well, actually. He treats you like he actually loves you.

“Good.” He grins, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “You know I think you look sexy when you cry.”

  ~

  “Nightmare two?” He laughs, settling back into the couch as you pull your legs up onto his lap. “Interesting choice.”

  “What can I say,” You smile, leaning your head back against his chest. “I’m gay and I feel like watching someone else bleed for a change.” 

  You’re too busy focusing on the start of the movie to notice the smirk he gives you, before turning his attention to the film as well.

  It doesn’t take long before Danny’s hand is traveling down from your shoulder, drawing swirls onto the side of your arm. You lean into the touch with a smile, despite it doing nothing to quell the heat in your lower belly. When his hand moves to your waist, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from making a noise. 

  “Can I touch you?” Danny’s whisper comes as both a curse and a blessing, but you find yourself nodding nonetheless. He keeps his touch light, moving slowly over the skin on your stomach, trailing up to your ribs, touching just below your scars. It goes on like this for a while, before in a series of quick movements he’s pulling you over and up, forcing you to straddle him.

  It’s jarring to see him display such strength. Sure, you’re not the biggest guy in the world. Coming in at 5’3, it’s not like you’re exceedingly heavy. But still, sometimes you forget just how powerful Danny can be when he wants to. He’s 6’4 and devastatingly fit, though you don’t know where he finds the time to work out with all the late hours he’s been working recently.

  “Can I kiss you?” He asks, though you're hardly halfway through nodding before he’s claiming your lips. It’s rough and passionate, full of teeth and tongue, and the most delicious amount of pain. You hardly notice when he flips you over, laying you down onto the couch on your back and kissing his way down your neck. He rucks up your shirt, continuing to press his lips against your skin as he slowly works his way down. 

  It’s only when his head finds its way between your thighs that you realize what his intentions are. 

  “Danny wait,” You gasp out, though every fiber of your being is telling you to let him keep going. You grasp him by the hair and shoulder, not wanting him to move down any further. “I’m ble-”

  He cuts you off before you can finish, his eyes are dark and his pupils wide. “I know.”

  Your breath hitches in your throat. “Do you?” No one has ever wanted to touch you when you were bleeding, let alone go down on you.

  “I love you, Y/N.” He says, words scratchy and rough from kissing. He kisses your navel, and while you’re distracted, he pulls down your underwear and sweatpants all at once. You gasp, hands going to cover yourself, but he’s faster than that. 

  One of his hands grabs your wrists, big enough to cover both of them. The other goes to your thigh, lifting it up until it’s high enough that he can easily slide underneath it, letting it rest on his trap muscles.

  “I love all of you.” His voice deepens, turning to something dark, something you haven’t heard before. “And I’m gonna taste you.” He inhales, pressing another kiss right above your navel before traveling down to your already soaked cunt. Danny looks up at you through hooded eyes, his lips already pursed, tongue peeking out in anticipation. “All of you.”

  When he first touches you, it’s gentle. Just a little lick, nothing more. His eyes meet yours, and you have to force yourself not to cover your face. It’s not fair, is it? You’ve never met a man as hot as him, you’ve never met anyone who dances the line between pretty and handsome so flawlessly, and still has room for giving compliments left over. It’s like he was sculpted from the gods, made perfect in physical form and mind. And despite all of his perfections, he still wanted you.

  He releases your wrists, freeing his hand so that he can press it right above your pubic mound. He’s skilled, far more skilled than you would be if you were between someone’s legs, with the way he applies a bit of pressure, making your little cock slip free from your folds. Danny doesn’t hesitate with the way he sucks you into his mouth, making sure to keep his teeth away as he swirls his tongue around you. The whine that breaks from your throat is high and needy, your cunt pulsing on instinct. Danny had gone down on you before, but he usually filled you with his fingers before he started.

  Your hands hover above his shoulders, not yet touching him. You’re hesitant in all the ways that Danny is confident like you expect him to pull away at any second, a mocking smile on his lips and disgust in his eyes. But he doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses forward, releasing your aching cock from between his lips and moving down to your entrance.

  “Danny,” You gasp out as his tongue laps at you. “I’m bleeding.” If he doesn’t mind, then you don’t, but the idea of blood coming out while he’s down there is enough to make you want him to stop. “I can’t-” You aren’t sure where you’re going with the statement, since you hope he knows that you can’t just… control it.

  But before you can finish your sentence, he’s plunging his tongue deep inside you, pressing his entire face against your cunt and breathing in roughly as he fucks you. Your jaw shuts so hard that your teeth clack together, a cut-off moan stuck in your throat. 

  “Danny,” Your hand curls around his shoulder, your other hand moving to wind through his hair when you feel his thumb start to circle around your cock. “Oh God, Danny, you’re perfect.”

  He moves back just enough to look up at you, his lips red and shining and fuck, you’re sure that you must be on fire with the way your cheeks burn.

“You’re fucking delicious.” He husks before diving back in, his tongue working with you twice the vigor as before.

  It takes under five minutes for you to get close, your eyes bulging out as you grip his hair harder. “Wait, wait, stop,” You grunt, tugging him away from your cunt. He groans like a man starved, looking up at you with hunger in his eyes. 

�� “What?” He growls, and it’s enough for you to almost let him move back down. But there’s blood on his face, his lips, his teeth. It’s hot in a way that you’ve never allowed yourself to indulge in before, unlocking your arousal like it was a dark secret you had kept under lock and key in the shameful recesses of your mind.

  “I need you inside me.” You gasp, trying to sound demanding but really just coming off as desperate. “I wanna come around you, Danny. Please,”

  Your begging is apparently all it takes to drive Danny over the edge, as he surges up from between your legs. Your thigh stays around his shoulder, with your knee pressed flush to your chest as you’re bent in an almost unnatural way. One of his hands slams down next to your head while the other frees his cock from his jeans. 

  He’s fully sheathed inside of you in a matter of seconds. You shut your eyes immediately, the sudden intimacy of eye contact too much for you to handle. One of his hands finds your cunt, resuming the vigor he used before when working your cock.

  “Open your fucking eyes.” He all but snarls, pulling his cock halfway out of you before going still. “I can wait all night baby, I’m not fucking you until I see those pretty eyes.”

  Something close to a sob comes from your chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you follow his order. The lower half of his face is still smeared with blood, a bit of it on his teeth when he bares them at you and grins before thrusting back in.

  You come immediately, thighs shaking, back arching, and teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He keeps working your cock through it, thrusting hard and fast into you, so rough that it makes your teeth chatter. 

  “Keep those eyes on me.” Danny keeps fucking you at a pace that would be nearly painful if it wasn’t for how wet and open you are. “Don’t even fucking think about shutting them.”

  He makes you come once more before getting close himself, his breath coming out in hot pants and a growl rumbling in his throat. 

  “Come in me,” You beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and using it as leverage to meet his thrusts. “Please Danny,”

  “Yeah, fuck,” He grunts, moving one of his hands to your hair and yanking it back. “Beg. Fucking beg for me, angel.”

  “Please Danny!” You cry out, the last remaining bit of energy left in your body surging to the surface. “Please come inside me, I need you to fill me up, please!”

  “Yeah?” His hips stutter into you, eyes wide as he stares down at you, like he’s memorizing every single twitch of your facial muscles and the way your lips look when you moan his name. “You need it?”

  “So bad,” Your voice is hardly anything more than a stutter with the way Danny’s fucking you, but you force it through anyways. “I always want you inside me, I need your come so fucking bad, wanna feel you inside me for days,” 

  You feel it when he comes, gushing out and into you, filling you up with liquid fire. “Darling,” He groans, releasing the grip on your hair as he rides out his orgasm.

“Love you, love this so much,” You babble. “‘M never gonna let you come anywhere else, only inside me, forever and ever Danny,” 

  He tucks his face into your shoulder, nuzzling up against your skin. There’s a chuckle in his throat, but you can’t find it in you to be embarrassed. How could you ever feel embarrassed when he’s with you, inside you, loving you? It’s simply inconceivable.

  Danny slowly pulls back, but the arms you have around his neck don’t let him get far.

“No.” It’s your turn to growl at him, refusing to budge even when he tries to rub your arms soothingly. 

  “Sugar, I’m not going anywhere. Lemme put your leg down, yeah?”

  You debate it for a few moments before giving it, slowly releasing your iron grip until he has the space to pull back. True to his word, all Danny does is take your leg down from over his shoulder, massaging the meat of your thigh when you hiss in discomfort.

“You did so good, honey. So fucking perfect for me.”

  Looping your arms back into their previous hold, you smile and pull Danny back down to lay on top of you. The idea of moving again sounds terrible to you, and it’s not like either of you have anywhere you need to rush off to. “Thank you,” You murmur, a satisfied smile working it’s way lazily onto your lips.

  “Don’t thank me yet, sweet thing.” Danny gives your neck a soft nip before properly settling down. “We’ve only just gotten started.”

#i know i made danny super sappy in this but its not my fault i was driven by my incessant need for self-indulgent smut #nsft #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson/reader #danny johnson smut #dbd ghostface #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd smut #trans masc reader #trans male reader #reader uses he/him pronouns #blood #babywrites #sub reader

[madfantasy]

I haven't seen you post in a while, I hope you've been doing okay? How is everything? Hope it's been a good year so far for you 💕💕

You're too kind, u & everyone who made inquiries, bless ur hearts.. im sorry for disappearing, but yeah, I don't have net— using my phone credit and hope this posts..

I tried to record my voice answering this, like I sometimes did on tik, suddenly ended up trying to muffle the floods of my burning tears, so now I have an awkward vid of me talking then weeping out of nowhere, which a good reason for me to keep up the no cry habit, heh.. but seriously, I suppose I'm fine till I be conscious of it.. its much easier for not to talk .. even tho I'm aching to be back in thy company, lonely in my foresight to catch on to the present that joins us, hand held out to reach like minded souls but shying from the fear of forgetfulness occurring..

I'm fine tho, did few new stuff, merely drowning in too muchness and nothingness as usual, this month I guess you could say I took an act of mad fury in search of any happy source because the echoing silence and the swarm of sadness nipping on my brain cells thickened, and the reasoning merged with the obscene. So instead of giving my guardians the usual of 3/4 of my earnings last month for net and groceries, I spent it all. Ya know, as it was told to me it mine to do as I please? As being prevented any chance of work if it was possible, 't was supposed to be spent on art supplies & measly delights craved for years ?

Before hand, I've been begging them to take me for months to get any clothing or whatever, be it the first time I ever see a shop, then just to drive around, then just me peaking to the outside when the front door is open, merely seeking change I suppose. They kept vaguely promising me until they refused point blank— getting tired of my nagging, then their car just stopped working till this day. Its in the workshop rn..

Anyway, befouled by despair, needing the mere basics of life and not granted, I was delighted when i found a site to buy from cheap & pretty, I pressed buy without any further considerations, or taking their permission and thrilled to be able get gifts for my siblings too. I say gifts but really they are deprived necessities too and not even much just one each cuz well, they are 5 of my babies and to start with the top of priorities; we all draw

I could already see it, they can't help themselves; heck seeped through the clenched gates of their mouths, trying desperately to poison me with undirect attempts this time, cuz I bought for my sibs they're out of the option of calling me selfish. I was upping the same trance like state of vague existence dealing with them, absorbing their insults and degrading just to make sure my shi arrives safe.

Unfortunate for me, the site chose the worst carrier in this country

I did everything in my power to make it into their convenience, by embarrassingly messaging the carrier daily, they took a week of promising to deliver and flanking so my guardians reached a heated level of threatening, waving their hands nd almost tossing shi at mE saying that they don't care if they came and if i dared to order something again they'll do this and that. Not allowing me to open the door for the delivery guy when he comes, blaming me for missing vaccination dates (they kept missing them even before)& missing going to important places(again, they just didn't go to for ages), made them loose sleep, etc etc— in turn, I seen red and regretfully blew up.

I screamed at them its literally the only time I ever did this, it BECAUSE it easier on them & I'll do what I want whatever anyway, & to stop interrupting me while I try to explain things , then they suddnly back done and be like I'm not mad at u I'm mad at the delivery ppl, that they are proud of me for being able to do all this, and such sort. I left them to cool in my room, Idk how I did it but must have slam-gripped something so hard it chipped most of my short nails & cracked one, was glad I didn't hurt my drawing hand but yeah, goofy mani

They robbed me of the joy of anticipation & the dissipation of apathy, I started to lose sleep again and my liberating dreams left me and I don't think I remember leaving bed.

But still, If not force myself to do things.. there'll be nothing for me if I don't.. at least I know im able of that

I got my guardians happy tho after another tiresome refusal, by trying out one of those Uber-eat like local apps here, since they have no car and being disabled & ill, I ordered McDonald's for the first time. Slythry behind their backs per habit, told them someone coming and they had that look again, but thankfully the guy came through and didn't steal my money, heh. For a big 1800 calories meal I suppose it was passable, the happy fam faces I got was the real treat..

Oh with that thing with the credit card stating I owe them money, waited weeks & nobody got back to us? They started taking from my guardian's account directly to pay it, saying oh we did send you warnings--- TO THE SHADOWY LINES OF THEIR POSTERIOR A.K.A NOWHERE. Thankfully the account is mostly empty nd just for random transactions, i alerted my guardians not to use it. And again, my god, another round of endless calls and promises started, and we wait again so they just don't act as if we owe them a frking 17k dollars that we don't have.. was panicking cuz I have nothing and but my guardians were weirdly comforting about it and told me not to worry

One thing good bout no net is it made me stop thinking about life in general, and stop the tiny unnoticeable prick of misery when I have no input to share, trying not to helplessly compare people just living, in inflated style or not, in media, to my isolated-most-of-my-life style and missing much of that organic "life experiences and chances", heh. At least, my situation would be favorable to me if it was ever possible for it to let me have peace, or have the simple knowledge I'm not virtually imprisoned and have never familiarised with nothing of this world but the surrounding walls.. its nice to have more time to be consumed by muse and day dreaming that flutters life through my dull being and sing chorus of inspiring means for art to flow and finds its way delicately onto my realised canvas.. but no, I continued drawing whilst sight blurred with salty droplets contradicting that happy tintin dance on tiktok I worked so long on just cuz I couldn't stop, not the tears or the mad scribbles of determined intention to visualise the mourned excitement I need, hating everything I make

Somehow the lilac dream still intrudes, visualising me friends, living, in a quaint home, maybe we roommate, arm in arm we go to make every fracture of fate's encounters a disgusting adventurous thrill, like building a maze of cardboard or chasing each other in the dark.. maybe getting that half bleached head and endless ear pericings ... then it dies and I totally forget it..

But what those awesome headphones helped me do, literally blocks all their voices listening to Sev losing it and I can Waltz around not feeling gutted to go and interfere or play the referee each time. But I can't wear them forever, gives me a bad headache, and honestly; I can't be too neglectful.. my sibs hates me for it already hehe

At least these clothing came true to their measurements, felt the new sensations on how everything I wore hugs me & learnt the baffling ways on how "gender" and region plays different tunes on the same measurements. Getting fitting things felt like suddenly there's hope to be, for myself to be me, and ease this severe disassociation between who I am, and what my body is .. from how little I see myself nd consider it worthy of anything because of how long it been living like a phantom among people.. to numb this dysphoria until it be gone one day

Saddened that the only site I can't order from again if they keep using that awful carrier

...

I missed our country's 91 national day, too. They made sales everything 91 riyal so.. but knowing the sellers here, I don't think most of em went true with their offers.. Horrible news tho on the celebrations, sigh

I turned this into a dear diary, guess bothered you enough today, sorry

So thankful to yous, Idk if I can be back, but I'll remain creating, and will keep the thought alive of being tickled when sharing my creations with your viewing pleasure somehow

'till then my precious dears, take care 💛🙏

26.9.2021, 8 pm, sleeping

#ask #text #diary #personal #my art #miss

[backwardscapsmh]

anniversary week day 2: friendships

ahahaha some more angst ppl!! as always constructive criticism and comments are appreciated! 🥰

hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone // engage with the pain as a motive // today of all days // see // how the most dangerous thing is to love // how you will heal and you'll rise above

- achilles come down by gang of youths

Many know that Dex started baking with Bitty. He started rolling out pie crusts and placing dollops of dough onto cookie sheets. He started moving around the kitchen, almost dancing around Bitty with ease, and although there were stumbles and missteps, it worked for them.

But what they don’t know is how Dex actually started baking with Bitty. They don’t know what changed one day, and Bitty will never tell, and neither will Dex.

Dex is crying. He’s sitting at the table in the eerily empty Haus kitchen crying, big, ugly, tears. He’s sure he’s full on bawling. He might be having a panic attack. He doesn’t know at this point. All he knows is that he’s hurt and he wants to cry, so he does.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” he hears Bitty say from the door. Is Bitty back from class already? How long has he been sitting here? He doesn’t know.

He tries to answer, but when he looks up, the tears keep falling and he can’t find the words to explain why he broke down.

Because how can he explain? How can he explain that he started bawling because his mom asked him if he had a girlfriend and he couldn’t find the words to tell her that he hasn’t wanted and never will want a girlfriend. How can he explain the tears are from his parents asking a seemingly innocent question about his life? How does he tell Bitty that he’s upset that he can’t come out to his family because he doesn’t want to disappoint them; doesn’t want to add to the list of things his parents have to worry about.

He can’t get the words out so he just chokes on his breath and continues to cry at the table, phone a few inches away.

And Bitty, bless him, just walks over and wraps him into a hug, hands pressing into his left arm, head dropped on Dex’s right shoulder. It’s quiet, except for Dex’s sobs and Bitty’s soft breathing.

They stay like that for a while, until Dex’s sobs turn into hiccups and his breath is coming a little easier. The Haus is still quiet, as if its holding it’s breath, waiting for Dex to calm down.

After a few moments, Bitty speaks again, tentative and soft, almost like he’s afraid of provoking another round of tears.

“Do you want to talk about it now, honey?”

Dex nods, and Bitty climbs off of the chair that’s too small to fit two D-1 hockey players. He comes back with a cookie from the jar Bitty has for “emotional emergencies,” a cup of water, and a couple of tissues.

“I’m ready whenever you want to start,” he says, moving his hand closer to Dex’s, not touching, but close enough for Dex to feel the warmth that always seems to radiate from Bitty.

“Bitty…..” Dex starts, exhaling a shaky breath. “I’m- I’m gay.” The last part is almost a whisper.

“Thank you for trusting me in this moment,” Bitty rattles off as he takes Dex’s hand, Shitty’s response engrained deep in his subconscious. “Seriously Dex, I know you have a bit of trouble opening up, and I’m glad you trust me enough to share. I’m so so proud of you.”

“And my family called then my mom asked if I had a girlfriend, and I just realized that I couldn’t tell them —couldn’t be honest about m-me—and it hurt. And I guess I just cracked, ya know? I couldn’t breathe and it just exploded,” Dex continues, the words flying out of his mouth like he can’t stop them. Bitty doesn’t interrupt.

“And I hate that I can’t tell them. I can’t add to their stress. They work so hard to protect me, protect my siblings, and even though they probably won’t kick me out, they wouldn’t accept me. They would try, because they always fucking try. They try so hard and it wasn’t enough to live a comfortable life like they wanted, and this would break them. It would get back to my neighbors and they would deal with everyone talking about them, about me, about how their son was such a disappointment. I-” he breaks off, the tears welling up again. “I couldn’t do that to them, Bitty. I couldn’t ruin things like that.”

And the Haus is quiet again, save for their breathing.

“Their lives are not your weight to carry Dex. And I’m sorry you’ve had to worry about that for Lord knows how long. I’m sorry,” Bitty replies, squeezing Dex’s hand. His eyes are gentle, and it’s almost as good as a hug. Almost.

“Can I? Can I get a hug?” Dex whispers quietly, gaze down at his hands.

“Oh honey! Of course!” And then before Dex can blink, Bitty’s pulling him out of his chair and wrapping him in a tight hug. It’s grounding and warm and feels like home. He feels safe wrapped in Bitty’s arms. Nothing can hurt him right now.

“You don’t have to shoulder all of that alone Dex. I’ve got your back,” Bitty whispers into the hug. It feels like a promise. It feels like he understands. It feels like they have each other to lean on. Dex lets out a breath.

“And I’ve got yours Bitty,” he whispers back, squeezing Bitty a little tighter.

“You know what makes things better?” Bitty asks, smiling gently, pulling away but only going a single step backwards.

“What?” Dex asks, wiping at his eyes again, a small smile on his face. Bitty has that effect on people.

“A pie.”

And that’s how the tradition starts: with coming out at the kitchen table, a promise, and tentative smiles.

@omgcpanniversaryweek

#at this point i basically just write a lot of dex angst #and i’m sorry #but here she is #my emotional support ginger with anger issues #dex #william poindexter #omgcp #my writing #omgcpanniversaryweek #omgcp anniversary week #angst

[army-of-mai-lovers]

Re: misogyny in atla fandom post. I’m a butch/gnc woman and there’s so few representation for women like me. I really relate to toph and admire her for being androgynous and masculine but still being a woman. She shows that there’s no “wrong” way to be a woman and that you can reject gendered expectations and still be female. She’s the only character I’ve ever been able to relate to for this. I feel like it’s kind of misogynistic when people HC her as a trans guy or non binary with they/them pronouns. I’m all for HCing characters as trans, but with toph it feels weird.

She’s constrained by the expectations put upon her for being a girl in a patriarchal society and also being disabled, and how those two intersect. But her acceptance of being disabled & and a girl and breaking the stereotypes pushed upon her for those facets of her identity is the whole point! And as a disabled gnc woman, I feel like stripping her of her womanhood bc she’s masculine/androgynous is the same as stripping her of her disability because she’s strong. Idk

This is a really interesting perspective, anon! Outside of tumblr, I’m a prospective gender studies minor, and in my gender studies classes we have this practice called situating. Basically, I explain who I am, so you know where I’m coming from. Esp wrt things like race, gender, and sexuality, you can read and learn and listen to other people, but you’ll only ever truly know your own experience, and it’s important for people to know that’s where your perspective on a certain debate is coming from. So, hi, I’m Arthur, I’m an afab nonbinary person who uses they/them pronouns, my gender expression is very much in a period of flux because I don’t have the ability to socially or medically transition as much as I’d like, so, at least for right now, most people interpret me as a sometimes gnc cis woman. Because I’m most often interpreted as a cis girl, even though that is not who I am at all, I experience misogyny, and that is unfortunately part of my trans experience. That doesn’t give me the authority to speak over women at all, but I do think it was a large part of me noticing the misogyny in this fandom and deciding to write what I did (and I’m so glad it resonated with you!) All of that colors the way I view gnc characters, as well as trans/nonbinary characters, and misogyny, within fandom and without. 

So, now that you understand where my thoughts are coming from, here they are. I definitely think it’s transphobic to hc Toph as a trans guy if you are not transmasc yourself. I’ve never seen trans guy hcs for Toph, but the idea of cis ppl equating this canonically cis girl character to someone who is unequivocally, indisputably, a guy, makes me super uncomfy. If there’s a trans guy out there who really relates to Toph and wants to create and develop that hc in a way that works for you, be my guest, but I do not have the authority or the desire to make trans guy Toph hcs. 

As for the nonbinary thing... I will admit, they/them Toph hcs make me feel seen, probably the same way you feel seen by Toph as an unapologetically androgynous/masculine cis girl. I answered some asks a couple weeks ago about lesbian hcs, and in that I talked about how since both lesbians and bi girls are underrepresented in media, hcs that might make one group feel seen and valued are gonna make another group feel erased, and I’m not really sure how to resolve that. The same goes for hcs around androgynous afab characters: butch women and afab* nby folks have so little representation that hcs that make one group feel seen are going to make another group feel erased. As a afab nonbinary person who uses they/them pronouns, who has never connected with any concept of womanhood despite sometimes having a pretty femme gender expression, I do relate to Toph a whole lot. I’ve also had to navigate (and am still navigating!) a minefield of gendered expectations in a patriarchal society, and talking and listening to and reading about other trans people, it seems to be a pretty integral part of the trans experience (not that there is one sole trans experience, we’re all very different, but that’s a topic for another time). The gender binary is, after all, a central feature of Western white supremacist patriarchal constructions of gender, and if you deviate in any way, whether it’s through being gender nonconforming, or through being trans/nonbinary, you’re probably going to have to fight really hard to exist and survive and feel confident in your body and your expression, because society is constantly sending you the message that you are deviant and thus not worthy. And it’s nice to think of your favorite character as having some of the same experiences you do. 

I will say, I see they/them Toph headcanons more often than I see they/them Katara or they/them Yue, and I’d encourage people to really dig deep and think about why they’re more comfortable hcing an androgynous character as being nonbinary than they would be a more obviously feminine character (especially since nonbinary folk come in all gender expressions). I also would just love to see more transfem hcs! People for whatever reason seem way more comfortable hcing male characters as trans guys than they do hcing female characters as trans girls (and the reason is transmisogyny--Mae @transtenzin made a post about this a couple months ago about how most transfem atla hcs are characters like Smellerbee, while transmasc hcs can center around more major characters like Zuko or Sokka--a wonderful post that I would link to if tumblr’s search function weren’t absolute shit.) 

But at the end of the day, I am going to have to disagree with you on thinking of nonbinary Toph hcs as misogynistic, because I know as a disabled afab nonbinary person myself, I’ve dealt with a lot of the same struggles that Toph deals with in the show, and I’m sure there are a lot of other afab nonbinary folks who feel the same way. However, I understand feeling frustrated by people hcing a canonically androgynous female character as nonbinary. I hope what I’ve said here can offer you a little insight into the other side of this, and I so appreciate you offering me insight into your side. 

Another thing to note: while I haven’t seen trans guy Toph hcs, I have seen people hc Toph as a he/him lesbian. He/him lesbians are of course a valued part of our community, and I applaud any and all he/him lesbian Toph hcs. Pronouns =/= gender. 

Tl;dr don’t hc Toph as a trans guy unless you are a trans guy and even then I would tread lightly, gender and transness and representation is complicated and I’m not entirely sure how to resolve conflicts between different groups of marginalized people who are trying to find rep in opposing hcs of the same character, and imo hcing Toph as nonbinary is not misogynistic (but my opinion is not the final word on any subject!) Also, we stan he/him lesbians. 

*amab nby folks of course also receive very little rep, probably even less than afab nby folks, and that is a very important conversation to have, but seeing as 1) this ask was about hcs for an afab character, and 2) I am not amab and therefore very unqualified to lead a conversation about hcing certain characters as amab or the larger field of amab nby rep, I thought it best to focus on afab nonbinary people in this post. 

#technically I am gone but this ask tickled my gender philosophy bone so we're answering it #anons #replies #transphobia #transmisogyny #swearing tw #discourse

[anonymousbaev]

Hi! I just found your account and really enjoy your content!!! Its so hard to find ppl writing MM headcanons anymore so I'm glad to see you writing!

I was wondering if you could write about the RFA taking care of the reader who has period cramps? I often suffer from the cramps, so I wonder how will RFA deal with it?

It's fine if you can't and keep up the good work! ❤

RFA+Minor Trio reaction to Mc suffering from period cramps

Thank you so much for the request! I’m so sorry for the late reply. I added in the Minor Trio to make up for it. I love this idea, I know how painful period cramps can get... T.T I hope I wrote this the way you wanted it! Enjoy! ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ

                                                     !!WARNING!!

                                   !!Profanity and slight mention of NSFW!!

☆ Yoosung ☆

☆ Yoosung comes back to his shared apartment with you after his last class. He bought your favorite [Insert your favorite dessert] from Jaehee’s café on his way home.

☆ He was proud of himself when he thought about how excited you would be to dig in to your favorite sweet. He eagerly busted in the tenant as he exclaimed, “Babe look what I got you!” He held the box of sweets in the air like a precious baby. 

☆ He blinked when there was no answer until he heard a small whimper, “Y...Yoosung...help...me...” He rushed to your aid when he saw you on the floor right next to the couch.

☆ He knew what was happening when he saw you holding your stomach as your painful cramp had started to fade the lively shade of your face. He starts to panic, he knows you’re just on that time of month but the pain on your face just breaks his soft little heart.

☆ He gently helps you sit down on the couch, as he hurriedly gets your pain relief pills. You swallow down your pill and take a sip of the water he gives you before laying down with the help of your boyfriend. 

☆ You finally find some peace as Yoosung gently reminds you how much he loves you and reminds you of all your notable and lovely assets. You forget about the pain in your lower abdomen as his kind words just warm your heart and ease you into sleep. (*˘︶˘*)

☕️ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ Usually when you suffered from painful cramps Jaehee would always take care of you, the cramps could just instantly go away. But that wouldn’t be the case when you and Jaehee had an argument. Last night, you both were extremely stressed after opening the café. It was a good thing that the place was busy but it could become pretty hectic at times.

☕️ The next day before opening the coffee shop you were hurting so much from the cramps in your lower abdomen. At first when you held your stomach in the morning while cleaning the table before the opening, Jaehee had thought you were lazing around on purpose after the argument. She simply thought you were childish and got instantly pissed.

☕️ She watched, annoyed at your slow work pace and held her head with a loud and pissed off sigh before saying, “Mc, just go up. I’ll take care of the café today.” You turned to look at her with a apologetic look. But that soon turned into anger when you saw her crossing her arms, furrowing her eyebrows and giving you the cold shoulder.

☕️ “Fine.” You painfully muttered before throwing the tablecloth down on the counter in anger. You stomped upstairs to you and Jaehee’s small flat. You loudly close the door to your bedroom and lay down.

☕️ It hurt so much god, you just wanted to cry. It felt like these cramps would just be the end of you. You just wanted the pain away, and be held by Jaehee although you knew that wouldn’t be happening... at least not now. You sighed before trying to ignore the pain and fall asleep...

☕️ You heavily breathe as you open your eyes to the Hospital ceiling. When you look down at your hand you see Jaehee cupping your cold hands together with both her hands. 

☕️ “Mc!” She cried as she caressed your face. You stared in confusion, “W...why am I here?” She hastily wiped her tears and hugged you, “You lost so much blood, your face was completely drained of color! I’m so sorry Mc, I should’ve realized the pain you were in. Oh, Mc... I was so scared...” 

☕️ You shook your head, “No...no I’m more sorry Jaehee...”  The both of you cried that night embracing her in your warmth as she embraced you in hers. The both of you promised each other that the two of you would always honestly tell each other if either one of you were in need of help.

🎤 Hyun 🎤

🎤 Oh Zen was always prepared for your monthly cycles. When you stumbled out of the bathroom after changing your pad, he was already waiting for you against the wall. 

🎤 He’d taken the hint when you painfully woke up this morning, and he saw the small spot of blood on the bed.

🎤 You held your stomach before looking up to see Zen with a concerned smile, “That time of the month again?” You nod before looking around startled as he picks you up with his muscular arms and sits you down on the couch. 

🎤 You giggle a bit despite the pain, “Zen I have to wash the sheets before they dry and become harder to wash off.” You try to stand up but he just lightly pushes you back down.

🎤 “I’ll do that princess, you just sit here and get served by me.” He grins before he starts to get busy all around the house. Washing the sheets, making you food, doing your chores? He’s on it! 

🎤 You feel so bad you want to help him. However... with all the blankets he’s covered you in, you can barely move an inch... Not to mention the stinging pain from your cramps.

🎤 At night Zen sits next to you on the couch, he massages your body placing kisses everywhere as he sings to you. “Hyun... I feel so bad when you always take care of me on my period... my periods almost always go on for 7 days...”

🎤 “Don’t feel bad my love, I’m only doing what I should do for my little lamb.” You snuggle against his chest as he holds your shoulder. “Hm...you’re always in so much pain during your cycle...” He pretends to wonder before whispering in your ear, “I heard orgasms can also help the pain go away-” Your face flushes red before noticing you hit Zen’s chin with your head. When you notice, you’re quick to apologize “Ah, Zen! Are you okay?! You surprised me sorry!-”

🎤 “No...I’m okay my love (´;ω;｀)” He’s mentally crying right now

♛ Jumin ♛

♛ Your periods have never been extremely painful in front of Jumin before so he was scared for your life when you groaned with a pained expression as you held your stomach.

♛ You barely stopped him from calling the best doctors to examine your pain. You had to explain that you had often got these types of painful cramps when you were a teenager.

♛ It took some time but you finally managed to convince him that it was just another period symptom that you had sometimes. He gave up on bringing in the best doctors around the World.

♛ Oh dear but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find expensive ways to ease your pain. He bought you luxury heating pads, the most expensive pads and tampons consisting rich ‘ingredients’. 

♛ He also made sure you were served like an absolute princess in bed. And though it did not impress his co-workers when he’d taken a whole week from work, in order to take care of you and make sure you wouldn’t die, they surely weren’t happy but what could they do? 

♛ In bed he asked you if you were feeling a bit better, “How are you feeling, my love?” You giggled a bit by the level of seriousness he had taken into your painful period cramps, “A lot better thanks to you, darling. Can I ask for one more thing?”

♛ He nods with a tense look, “Anything for you.” You pull him onto the bed with you as you rest your head on his chest. “Next time you don’t have to do so much for me, although I really appreciate it! You can’t miss work every week for my period. All I need...is for you to hold me, like this.” You smile as you tightly hug him. You nuzzle your nose on his Adam’s apple. And you can feel his gulp. You giggle, and oh god you just messed with him. Time for bloody sex? Yuck or.. is it... sexy?  (✿❦ ͜ʖ ❦)

♛ But much to your disappointment he kisses your head and walks out with a extremely flustered face, “I have to catch up on my work. Please sleep well my love.” Mc be like: ☉▵☉凸 JK JK...or... am I?

👓 Saeyoung 👓

👓 Yesterday was the first day of your cycle this month and you had been feeling surprisingly ok. You were even slightly excited thinking your periods got better because you were getting older.

👓 You found out, that was not true when you woke up in the middle of the night to throbbing cramps. You tried to breathe in and out slowly, but you just couldn’t focus. You tightly gripped onto his pajama pants in agony. 

👓 At one point you even started whimpering, and that definitely woke Saeyoung up because he opened his eyes to you painfully clutching your stomach. He kissed the crown of your head, “Are those damned cramps giving my 606 a hard time again?”

👓 You nod as you clutch harder on his pants. He grabs your hands so he can sit up and turn the lights back on. “Slowly try to breathe baby.” When you did it alone it was so hard to do, but with the guide of his voice it suddenly becomes so easy.

👓 When you get better and your focus is on your breathing than on your cramps he whispers “There we go.” You smile, “Thank you Saeyoung.” You expect him to lay back down and go to sleep but he slightly lifts your shirt up only under your chest.

👓 You.get.so.flustered. “Babe, what are you doing?” You get red, but you’re not stopping him. “What a naughty girl. What did you think I was going to do?” Now you’re just sure you’re blushing from embarrassment. He chuckles a bit before proceeding to kiss your stomach and begins talking to it. 

👓 “Pain... pain go away.” He gives it one last smooch, “How does it feel, much better right?” It feels so weird, and you don’t want to admit it, but it did kind of feel so much better? You nod as he smiles and turns the lights back off. He holds you in his arms and the both of you go back into deep lumber. Saeyoung is a magican. ( •⌄• ू)✧

🌚 Saeran 🌚

🌚 At first he is scared because he doesn’t know what’s happening to you. You explain to him that you’re okay and going through a monthly cycle. He wonders on what he can help.

🌚 He notices you groaning about how you’re running out of tampons so he rushes out to a close market to buy them... but he doesn’t know which one to buy... so he just buys a variety of them from different companies.

🌚 He also buys a bunch of ice cream. When you see him back from his trip at the market you get a little stressed seeing that he bought so many useless stuff. “Saeran!” 

🌚 Then you notice the small and innocent little smile on the boy, you sigh and stand on your tippy toes to give him a small peck, “Thank you.” 

🌚 That night you’re unable to sleep because of the painful cramps. Saeran notices and stays up all night with you on the couch. The two of you snuggle with ice cream and Tv all night. 

🌚 The both of you regret it when you feel so dead the next day. But you were just thankful, and felt so loved and cared for after all his efforts. ≖‿≖

♧ Jihyun ♧

♧ V had remembered the last time you had painful cramps, and he knew exactly what would help you feel better. He prepped a warm bath for you that afternoon.

♧ He carefully helped you get in the tub as you held his hand. You felt a little embarrassed to be the only one naked but you felt safe and protected by him at all times so it didn't really bother you.

♧ He sat on a small stool by the tub and helped you wash your body and hair. You played with the small bubbles that formed as he laughed at you and pinched your cheeks before apologizing and making sure it didn’t hurt you. What a cinnamon roll.

♧ When you were done, he helped you dry off. He started to blow dry your hair and even braid your hair for you. That made you think, he would be a great parent. You admired the braid he had made for you as you said, “Jihyun... you would be an amazing dad.” 

♧ “Y...You’d also be an amazing mother...” You get so caught off by his words. But before you can react he is already heading out the door, you can see a glimpse of his tomato red face. You giggle as you hear him say, “I’ll brew you some tea!” •́ε•̀٥

🧸 Vanderwood 🧸

🧸 “Come on get up, what’re you doing on the floor? I’m trying to clean.” Vanderwood being sassy as usual. You roll around in so much pain, but he just stares at you before rolling his eyes.

🧸 “Babe, I’m in so much pain right now. Why’re you so mean!” He proceeds to put his hair in a bun while still ignoring you. “You were fine just a minute ago Mc-”

🧸 “THAT’S BECAUSE CRAMPS COME AND GO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU DON’T GET PERIODS! OH IF ONLY YOU KNEW MY PAIN!” You begin to cry dramatically. He sighs before crouching in front of you, “Does it hurt that much?” You nod. “And how can I help you?” He rolls his eyes as you rub your stomach, “Massage.”

🧸 “Fuck...” He drags you by your hoodie’s hood onto the couch. “Lay down.” You beam with a smile as you follow his command, “Thank you.” It’s so silent and soothing, every touch of his hand allows you to relax. Vanderwood can tell you fell asleep when you begin to snore a little. 

🧸 He smiles knowing nobody is watching and gently brushes his hand on your cheeks, “Silly girl.”  凸 • ‿ • 凸 I was trying to clean 

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mysme headcanon #mysme Jumin #mysme Zen #mysme Jaehee #mysme Yoosung #mysme Saeyoung #mysme Saeran #Mysme V #mysme Jihyun #mysme vanderwood #mysme fanfic

[loominggaia]

Anonymous asked:

Fan fic anon here, after doing work on Benfreit I’ve been having some mini bouts of inspiration for two divine characters as of late and I though I’d share them. Coming from two older fic’s and giving them characterization. I present Aldorf Hosfeild: Divine of Monsters, and Cian: Divine of Faith.

Hosfeild has always been a man of business, mainly dealing in the exotic animal trade. Having owned many pet store chains, breeding businesses and registries, maybe some endangered animal smuggling rings here and their? He even operated a high end poffle breeding operation, though according to reports these creatures where heavily inbred, to the point of coming in five colors and couldn’t stop peeing. I still undecided on how he died, but I’m thinking it had to do with assassination.

This made the dworf divine the perfect candidate for Mr. Husk “personal” project with the creation of the Nekos. Having made several calls and destroyed tons of records Hosfeild completely divorced his name and scrubbed all traces of his involvement in the cat girls creation and set his sights on more ambitious projects. He clung to the designer monster idea, a great use for his new found monster forging skills and a market nobody had yet to claim, all his for the taking.

Gathering lots of resources and greasing lots of palms he managed to get Zareen empire to life it’s ban on monster forging. Now allowing with special government permission the forging of monsters ppl level 0-1, just in time for Hosfeild to open his new business. Founding Krazy Kritters Inc, a pet store selling numerous unique, friendly monsters called “Krazy Kritters”. Each of these monsters is unique and only ppl level 0, marketed as safe, cool pets for families.

Their are several different lines of Krazy Kritter monsters, each having a lot of variation in appearance. But despite this they are all as marketed “pre-neutered, house broken and safe and fun for the whole family”. The business even offer their “create a kritter” deal where with enough money you can get a custom monster designed just for you. Despite alot of criticism and pushback this venture has found lots of success in Zareen.

One of the main criticisms is over his ethics in these monsters creation. How a lot of them have highly impractical designs that hinder their health, and that most don’t live very long. Questions have also been raised as to how Hosfeild produces all these monsters, “Officially” he states that each Krazy kritter is hand forged by himself. In truth it’s more disgusting, I’ll just say the first of these beings made where “brood mothers and breeders”, if you get what I’m saying.

He may or may not also be working on creating designer monsters as bio-weapons and other unsavory things behind the scenes. That concludes my ravings on Mr. Hosfeild and what I imagine he’s up to. Prophet Cian, lindist jesus himself will be up next once my brain irons out the details alittle more, alongside brainstorming an ending for New York and werewolf.

I’m happy to hear you’re inspired Anon! You always have such great ideas, and this is another one. Really fun stuff. Fits in seamlessly with the existing lore, this is totally something that would take off in Zareen Empire...playing God for the sake of profit, that’s right up their alley. Glad to see more of Hosfeild and his antics.

I can’t wait to read more of your fics! I’ve been wondering about those. You’re killing me with suspense!

Note: When you do submit fics, please don’t do so through the askbox. They’re just too long and they get jumbled up with other fics and questions in my inbox. Please post the new parts somewhere like Wattpad, Reddit, Deviantart, or somewhere where I can copy/paste them easily, and just send an ask with a link. Thanks!

#fanfic

[shyneanon]

So ppl really liked my fic about Red’s baking! Thanks so much, your happy replies were so great! It encouraged me to write more, so I did! This is a fic based off the idea of the skellies going into heat? I don’t know who came up with it, but it’s an interesting concept. This one is about Classic Sans (and it’s sfw), but I’m going to write one about Red too. Hope you guys like it.

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Sans had warned you about heats way ahead of time.

He’d sat you down and very awkwardly explained that at certain times of the year, monsters would wake up one morning to find that their reproductive instincts were in high gear. They’d be super competitive for “mates,” possessive and protective of any “mate” they did have, and they’d be super horny all the time. Like animals. You thought it was strange that his species hadn’t evolved out of those kinds of habits. Surely a sapient species didn’t need that to compel them to reproduce, right? Sapient species had babies because they wanted to. (Hopefully.) Sans couldn’t explain why, he just knew the whats and hows of it.

When he’d first told you about it, he had told you that when he was in heat, he would call you and you could avoid him. He would avoid you in turn. He seemed worried that his strange behavior would freak you out, but you told him it was no big deal. Especially with Sans. He was a chill guy, his version of being aggressive was probably not that frightening.

Still, he called you that morning.

“So I… I just wanted you to know that… R-- remember when I told you about how monsters go into heats?”

“You’re in heat?” you asked.

“Y… Yeah. So, I know you were gonna come over but--”

“Sans, I’m not going to be afraid of you in heat. You told me you still understand consent. I’m gonna come over.”

“I just… Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you did get to his place and knock on the door, it creaked open just a little bit. When Sans saw you, his face turned blue and he closed the door in your face.

“I dunno if this is a good idea,” he told you through the door.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“No, o-- of course not!”

“Then we’re fine. Let me in. Please?”

At the “Please” the door swung open. “S-- sure,” said Sans, though his face was still blue. And whoa, his eyelights…. They were suddenly way larger than normal.

You stepped inside and gave Sans your usual greeting-- that being a kiss. He made a sound of protest as you wrapped your arms around him, but you kissed him anyway. He immediately reciprocated, and you hummed. This kiss was longer than usual, but you…

Wait a second.

Was Sans feeling your waist?

“So… pretty….”

He tugged you in the direction of his couch and then sat you down. You weren’t sure if he was about to try hitting on you, but you had to admit, you were curious about this biological difference between your species and his, so you would let him continue.

Another kiss, this one initiated by him. Well, if him being in heat meant more kisses, you weren’t about to complain.

“Mine,” he crooned, much to your surprise. He wasn’t one to be possessive-- not even gently, like this. This heat thing really did make them act differently, huh? He trailed a thumb along your jaw, smiling and looking at you with fuzzy eyelights. “Mine…. Safe here….”

He suddenly seemed to realize something and looked around. His eyelights went to the door of his apartment. He muttered something that you couldn’t make out-- and then started moving a bunch of the furniture. Wow. This was way more active than you were used to seeing him. What was he doing?

… Barricading the door.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know this is weird, but… it’s not safe enough. Or, it doesn’t feel safe enough. Objectively it probably is.”

At least he knew it was weird.

The second he was done, he sat next to you. You smiled, trying not to let your bewilderment show. You were the one who’d consciously decided to come over. At least he was done with the door. “So are we gonna watch a movie or what?”

“Not yet,” he said, and immediately started inspecting you. Not sexually. Almost medically, using his eyes and hands to search you. His eyelights shrank when he noticed something.

“What is this?” he asked, holding your hand. He was looking at bandages wrapped around your middle finger.

“Oh, that. That was me being a dumbass--”

He kissed you, which was startling, but nice. “Don’t say that…. You’re smart….” He held up your hand. “Did someone do this?”

His eyelights suddenly went out.

“Tell me who did this to you.”

… OK, now you were beginning to understand why he’d suggested you stay home. “No, nobody did this to me! I was using scissors and somehow managed to make a slash down the center of my finger. It’s not deep though.”

He calmed down and started to unwrap the bandages. “I’ll fix it…. Make it better….”

You were confused until he put a finger on the cut and you felt a warmth seep through your hand. Healing magic? He was using healing magic on you. Magic used up a lot of his energy sometimes, and he was using it over a small cut? You looked at his face and realized his eyelights were very large, and watching your wound healing intently. Once it was finished, he kissed your finger. OK, that’s kind of cute.

He then wrapped his arms around you. “So sweet….” He looked at you through lidded eyes. “This… this is why I told you to stay home.” A smile. “But I’m glad you came….. Safe with me….”

You felt your face heat up. You were less weirded out now and more… flattered.

Still, he was acting so strange, and you wanted a sense of familiarity. “So I guess you could say you feel this heat down to the bone, huh?”

He let out a soft chuckle, still smiling at you. His eyelights dilated more. “You’re so cute.”

Your face flushed. “Thank you, Sans.”

There was a moment of silence. He seemed to be thinking about something….

He kissed you again, and this time his hands started to push you down onto the couch.

Oh, right.

Heat meant he was horny.

“Movie can wait,” he said. “We’re busy right now….”

Wow, this was… not like Sans at all. But you weren’t actually sure if this was the best idea. Hadn’t he mentioned something about heats having to do with high fertility?

“Uh, Sans,” you said, moving his hands away. “Probably not a good plan.”

To your surprise, he made a disappointed whining sound, then seemed to realize it. He looked down at the way you were underneath him and his face managed to flush harder. “... S-- sorry!” He got off. “Sorry. Yeah, not a good idea.”

This was the Sans you recognized. He looked mortified, trying to avoid eye contact, but you smiled as you sat up. “It’s OK, I know you’re kind of out of it right now.”

“This is why I told you not to come over, I’m insane right now….”

“It’s OK!” You hugged him. “I like that you want to keep me safe.”

“... You like it?”

“Of course. It’s… It makes me feel special.”

He watched you, then gave you a kiss before getting off the couch.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To get you things,” he said, “to keep you safe.”

Oh.

He had been holding back, hadn’t he?

He came back with a blanket and draped it over you to keep you warm. The next thing you knew he was asking you a million questions about how you felt, seeming pleased every time you told him you weren’t feeling anything unpleasant. When he asked you about your back, you admitted that it was a bit achy, and the second you said it he wrapped his arms around you and began to massage it, purring happily.

“Keeping you safe,” he mumbled again.

The massage eventually got a little more… touchy than necessary. His hand started to slide down past the small of your back, and didn’t stop. You could see his eyes lidding and his eyelights dilating-- he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sans,” you said in a warning tone, and he withdrew his hands.

“I-- I’m sorry, you just… look so hot right now.” His face was so blue. “I mean, you’re always hot, but my heat just… k-- keeps wanting my hands and eyes to go to, uh… certain places.” He grinned awkwardly.

You grinned back. “So I guess you could say that you really want to bone, huh?”

Another chuckle from him. “Don’t even joke about it, you’ll just get me turned on again.”

“OK.” Still curious about all this, you asked, “So how long does this heat thing last again?”

“Up to a week.”

“You can be like this for a week?”

“Yeah, sometimes. It sucks even for me.” He gave you a soft smile. More of the Sans you knew. “Although it’s… less sucky with a mate around.”

Your face was suddenly very hot.

“If you want me to stay,” you said, “I can.”

“N-- no, you don’t have to do that, I know I’m acting completely crazy.”

“No, I’m… I’m glad I can be your mate.”

He smiled softly. “... Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re being really sweet. And I don’t want to leave you alone like this.”

He hesitated. “I… I’ll probably try to feed you. Like, one bite at a time.”

“That’s OK.”

“I’ll freak if you so much as stub your toe.”

“That’s OK too.”

“I’ll--”

“Sans, whatever it is, it’s OK.”

“... OK.” He made sure the blanket was properly covering you. “Thanks... for letting me be weird.”

He hugged you to him. You sank into his touch. He was so soft, and warm...

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you told him.

#The skelly fandom has turned me into a fluff writer #And I like it #sans x reader #fanfiction #classic sans #x reader

[realityshiftingandblogging]

Can I just say that I appreciate your post on r-spawning so much? You're the only person on tumblr who I've seen who isn't being a complete asshat about it. As someone living in an abusive environment and has been struggling with a lot of mental health issues, I despise what I can only call "forced-lifers" who try to ram their "you're meant to be here! pull up your bootstraps and stick it out" agenda down ppl's throats. Jfc. 🌹

I'm glad you appreciate it <3

I won't ask who you are and I hope your home life gets better, I know how it feels in away. Not exactly because I'm not you. But it's tough, really tough. And I'm proud of you for getting this far.

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Cw it gets long winded from here! Just skip to the bottom if you want.

I agree it does seem forced though I don't give it a name. I tend to just ignore it. For me, I don't ever want to come across as, or be, someone who is hateful towards respawners or other subcategories of shifting. I'm kind of in a middle lane, I don't want someone to die physically but is it really my right to decide? No. Nor can I stop it, so what's the point of excluding others? There is none. I fully acknowledge it can trigger other people, it can be confusing, or a touchy subject. That's totally valid! But having a forced attitude to "stay" isn't right in general.

For example, if a friend told you they wanted to end their life and you told them "no you must stay, you're not welcome to talk to me, don't speak to me, etc" then there's something wrong there. It's not necessarily the "staying part" that's the issue, in my opinion. I see it as the more of the forceful and low-key hate that's a result if you don't listen to them when you refuse to stay. It's really rude and disgusting in general. If they claim to want people to stay and live but then have a forceful and hateful attitude then W H A T . (And no I'm not pointing fingers, I just see it pop up every now and then.) If they truly want to "help" (as they say) then they shouldn't push someone away immediately just for saying it. It's not right.

I fully acknowledge, again, it can trigger some people by the mention of death. But in no way should someone completely exclude someone but then say they support anyone who wants help. (Unless you're triggered by the mention of death but even then please ignore the topic and take care of yourself. Triggers are hard to deal with but it's also hard on the other side too.) Respawners aren't mentally ill (And, FYI, mental illness shouldn't be treated as an insult.) And respawners don't always "need help." To be clear, there are different types of respawners. There's people who want to respawn to not come back (which can be done with shifting as well), there are people who respawn for spiritual reasons which has been a practice for years, and so on.

I think the only time I have a problem with Respawning is when it turns dangerous. For example, someone doesn't care if they shift or not in the process. Which is a different type of respawner entirely. And again, I don't support the action when it turns into that but I will fully support the person. Life can be really tough and when someone doesn't care if they shift or not in the process is when I really want to go to their house and violently care for them. Obviously, I can't because 1) Social distancing 2) I'm not allowed on social media so it would be hard to explain JDBSJDND 3) I'm not sure they would consent to me coming to their house 4) Caring or loving someone doesn't solve the issue 9 times out of 10.

BUT, back on the topic. What I'm trying to say is when someone is like that, don't push them away. Respawners are still people. People will emotions. Pushing someone away isn't really helping their "you should stay" point. Because it just makes them look rude or with a goodie goodie attitude that really isn't goodie goodie.

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Another thing, I'm sorry that you've gone through that and honestly the behavior is beyond rude. I'm not saying I should force people to accept eachother because obviously it's 2021 and it's the internet, no one is going to get along completely. But I would like the community to AcTuaLlY do some effort into accepting respawners OR AT LEAST accept that they are also a part of social media and excluding them isn't going to do anything. It's the internet.

Honestly, I won't ever understand what you've been through because I'm not you. But if you're really sure Respawning is for you then I won't object. Like I said, I'm in the middle lane right now because that's where I want to be - but I'll support you as a person and, again, I'm really proud of you for getting this far and actually choosing to go find another life. It's a difficult decision for people in abusive situations to choose a new life. It often comes with guilt, questioning, and worry (and I'm sorry in advance if that's not your case and I'm assuming.) But to put it short, I'm really proud of you for choosing to have a new life instead of just ending it without any plans. Yeah I know Respawning it technically death but I'm proud of you for at least choosing it instead of leaving entirely without it. You're worthy of a new life and I'm still very proud of you for making it this far.

#tw #tw respawning #reality shifting #shiftblr community #ideal reality community #desired reality community #shifting #reality #realities #shift reality #shift realities #shifting reality #if someone sends anon hate #try me bish #i know how to see whos anon #i will hunt you down and take away your mobile device #thats it ill just take it away #but try me you wont have it anymore

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tag game ✨

Tagged by @cuddlybitch :DDD

1. why did you choose your url?

It’s a line from a song ‘Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad’ by Matt Dusk.

Walked together down a dead end street We were mixing the bitter with the sweet I don't try to figure out what we might of had Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad

2. any sideblogs?

I used to have some side blogs when I was in Misfits fandom and I still have access to them but they’re abandoned now. Used to run the main Simon and Alisha blog and Fuck Yeah Iwantonia, along with a few other ones for the cast. ;D

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

First signed up in 2009 I think? I migrated over here from LJ and got into the Glee fandom (cringe) but soon it shifted to Misfits and later Pacific Rim, and then I’ve just been flitting from one hyperfixation to another xDDD

4. do you have a queue tag?

Not really, maybe ‘q’?  I rarely queue stuff. I think the only time I really do it would be if I’m going away on a long trip but even then I get too lazy. If you see posts on here it’s 95% of the time me reblogging :P

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I think LJ was sort of fizzling out at the time and fanforum was fun but too much drama and I wanted a place to post pretty things and just be in my own drama-free bubble.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because I love my wife, Ms. Hong Cha-young 😘

7. why did you choose your header?

Cus that underpass hug in the snow will forever be etched in my heart. It was so beautifully shot and it was the first time Vincenzo really seriously considered a ride or die partnership with Cha-young. He’d left her out of the plan and ignored her calls in an attempt to protect and shield her from his world. But the fact that she ran to him and hugged him with worry really touched him. I think he hadn’t felt cared for in a long time and her concern made him want to let her in finally and he let himself hug her back even with bloody hands. 

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I think my Pacific Rim gifset of Raleigh deciding he wants to get back into the jaeger once he meets Mako :D It has over 45k notes, which is insane and I’m glad I don’t get notifications cus ppl still reblog it on a daily basis, 8 years later. 

9. how many mutuals do you have?

It looks like 53 but a lot of them are MIA or don’t post often :(

10. how many followers do you have?

Just over 3k. I try to block the bots but I’m sure I’ve missed a bunch and probably 400 of those are bots :P

11. how many people do you follow?

112

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Probably in the past

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

I go through phases. I will go a year checking/posting almost every day, and then suddenly just stop for months and then go back later when a new obsession hits. Right now it’s almost daily.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Lol yes. Not recently tho

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

Not a fan of the “if you don’t reblog this you’re a trash person who doesn’t care about ___” cus usually I DO care about that issue, but you just made me wanna spite you and not reblog. If it’s to signal boost something important like for health/safety or something that could save someone’s life I try to reblog but sometimes I get overwhelmed by the news and some posts are too graphic that I have to keep scrolling. Doesn’t mean I don’t care, but I don’t have the emotional bandwidth to deal with it then.

16. do you like tag games?

Yep!

17. do you like ask games?

Yes! But I’ll only get like 3 asks and 2 of them will be from my friends who I’m talking to in the group chat and the other one is from an anon so it’s not as fun :(

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I think probably Hannah @cuddlybitch for all her kdrama gifs, but I think back in the day a lot of my mutuals were tumblr famous in the Misfits fandom. We basically ran the community on here during S1-3 then we dropped the show once Antonia and Iwan left lmao

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

No

20. tags?

Gonna tag @cupcakesandtv @whataboutateakettle @graceful-exits and anyone else who feels like doing it :)

#tag game

[randomoranges]

sometimes my life is an actual sitcom. i wish i could say i made this stuff up, but now, i legit met a guy while selling a shoe rack who came back to chat me up post sale bcs he thought i was pretty. he then proceeded to tell me a million times in one hr and has since been very over the top about being into me. as much as it’s nice to have attention u also gotta pace yourself. hes so over the top it’s ridiculous and also getting more annoying.

also never fucking send ppl semi nude photos unprompted wtf is wrong with yall.

anyways i live vicariously through teacher au and use real life shit to put the characters through the same thing. today i vibed with edward. 

this takes place before he and étienne are together

this is a blurb. i just needed to get a thought out of my system

edwards answers are legit what i wrote

the gag of all of edwards exes having names that start with c continues XD

Unsolicited

 Edward knows he technically shouldn’t, but he’s bored at work and for once, the kids are actually quietly doing their own thing. He decides against his better judgement to open Facebook and scroll aimlessly for a moment or two, while time goes on. It’ll give him a chance to see what exciting lives the rest of his friends are living and envy those who aren’t stuck at work.

 He quickly notices a red little number up on the top right corner to signal that he has one unopened conversation and for a moment, he wonders which of his friends would have messaged him. There hadn’t really been any ongoing chats at the moment, so he’s pleasantly surprised and looking forward to hearing from his friends.

 He’s only a little disappointed when he sees that it’s not from any of his friends, but instead from a guy he’d met just last Friday in the most strangest of ways. (His friend had hosted a garage sale and had asked for help. Edward had gone. He’d brought along some of his own stuff. This one man – Charles – had bought his old wooden shoe rack. Charles had chatted Edward up. They’d exchanged contact information and had more or less chatted since then. It was a strange way to meet someone – but, not the strangest.)

 Charles is – cute and they had a pleasant chat. Edward certainly hadn’t minded the attention, even if it had come from out of nowhere. He’d been looking forward to meeting up with him again, but as the days had gone on and their conversations had progressed, he’d found himself slowly losing a bit of interest over Charles’ over-eagerness.

 There were just so many times Charles could say he thought Edward was attractive in an hour before it got redundant and annoying.

 Edward was flattered Charles was interested in him, but Edward didn’t want to rush this either. He’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and with the end of the school year looming close, he had other things to deal with. Once summer break arrived, he would have more time and more energy. In the meantime, however, he didn’t need this stranger he barely knew to wax poetics and tell him he wished to wake up beside him to see how he woke up – or whatever garbage he’d been told. Edward was willing to give this a go, but he wasn’t looking to settle down and get married with Charles after knowing him for three days and it quite honestly felt as though Charles had already booked their venue at times.

 He was – over the top and intense. Edward had appreciated the fact that Charles had told him he’d found him attractive when he’d first seen him and he liked that he had actually returned to chat him up. It had been a little weird when Charles had called him his beloved and stranger still when he’d apologised from taking up his time and keeping him away from his friends when they’d talked that first time, but Edward had let it slide and had almost found it charming – in its own bizarre way.

 Now, it feels as though Charles is trying too hard, when really he doesn’t have to. Edward thought he was attractive, had even told him so and was more than willing to see where this would lead. but if However, if Charles doesn’t slow down, Edward will back out and move on. (Which reminds him – there’d been that whole other conversation where Charles had told him that he looked forward to living their lives together and that he didn’t want to lose him. To which Edward had politely told him that it would be best to get to know each other first.)

 Edward wants some fun – not some intense long-term lovey-dovey besotted nonsense. At least – not after three days of talking with the man.

 Still, he opens the conversation, curiosity, and boredom getting the best of him, and at first, it’s nice, until Charles asks him if he could have a photo. Edward lets out a long-suffering sigh and is glad his students are too busy with their work to notice.

 Charles has asked to send him a photo right now, of all things.

 Edward is so not in the mood for any of this.

 “No. I’m in class teaching. My students are taking a test.” He writes out. He doesn’t care if he comes across as annoyed, but this man is being irksome in his own infatuated way and it’s – pathetic. He likes the attention, to a degree, he enjoys feeling wanted, but Charles needs to calm down his ardours.

 He leaves it at that and doesn’t bother with Charles for the rest of the day.

 By the time Edward’s done, he heads to his car and figures he’ll check again to see if he’s gotten a new message. There is still part of him that is curious about this whole ordeal and so he’s a little bit pleased when he sees that Charles has sent him a few messages after their last chat.

 He’s less enthused when he gets to the last one.

 The first was in regards to the whole photo debacle, saying maybe next time. The second mentioned that he was going for a jog. And the last message – the kicker really, was a photo Charles had sent of himself, shirtless and thankfully from the waist up.

 And to think Edward had nearly sent him a post-work exhausted face selfie for the fun of it.

 He grumbles, puts his phone away, and figures he’ll deal with it when he gets home.

 It’s not that he necessarily minded the photo – he did find the guy attractive to a point, but – it had been unprompted. Unsolicited. He hadn’t asked for a photo. He hadn’t been expecting a shirtless photo. He wasn’t in the current mood to receive such a photo. He could have been at school on break and gotten this photo.

 He’s angry and annoyed by the time he gets home.

 Edward putters around and leaves Charles on read. It’s one thing going after sex and expecting these photos and it’s another to get them out of the blues. He lets his friends know of this debacle and relishes in their reactions. He’s glad someone gets it.

 Finally, after making dinner, playing a few rounds of video games, taking a shower, getting his lunch ready for the following day, and having a nice chat with his friends, he decides to answer Charles.

 “Even if a photo of a woman, man, or person shirtless may be nice to receive, it’s always better to send it with consent and with fair warning. Especially when you’re not expecting one and that with my work, there are often children nearby.”

 He doesn’t expect an answer so quickly, especially since it’s been five hours since the photo was sent, but Charles, true to form, answers. Edward laughs out loud when he reads how very sorry Charles is and how he genuinely thought Edward would appreciate it. Edward sighs again and groans, passing a hand through his hair.

 He tries to find a polite way of trying to get this man to understand and he’s only a little surprised by how easily the words come to him, “There’s a time and place for everything. You don’t send these types of photos willy-nilly whenever you feel like it. There’s context, time, mood, etc. Consent and fair-warning. Imagine you were sitting with your family, friends, or kids and you received such a photo without warning. You can’t assume that the person on the other side is in an appropriate setting to receive these types of messages and images without checking beforehand.”

 It’s at times like these he wishes men could be less – like this. He likes a good shirtless photo just like anyone else who’s into men, but he hates that this seems to be a norm. And at least this was only a shirtless photo! He doesn’t want to think of the number of times when he was having a nice conversation about literally anything unrelated to the human body, only to find himself with a photo of a man’s junk, completely unprompted.

 Sometimes, he almost wishes he were into women just to be spared this.

 Edward figures he’s given Charles enough etiquette lessons for the night and puts his phone away. He pulls up something decent to watch on television and does his best to forget about the incident for now. If anything, he reminds himself, he doesn’t need to commit to anything with this besotted Romeo.

 FIN

#teacher au #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #au #fic

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SAW ASK!!!!!! 💞 n ee wayz as far as Eric/Adam goes i wld love to hear yr thoughts on how their relationship looks @ th very beginning when Eric still v v fresh in his recovery (obvs we’ve talked a lil abt this both but expandin on stuff), n also u mentioned Eric knowing how to bake (at least some things) n id LOVE to hear more abt that!! also for a general SAW polycule question, just bc it’s a dynamic i don’t think either of us have rlly touched on, thoughts on William + Mallick?

SAW ASK!!! (tysm!! <3)

okay so Eric/Adam:

I rly like th idea u had where they meet at one of Bobby’s groups (also throwing in tht I think abt Group Therapy All The Time) bc like. neither of them want to be there, neither of them rly have much in common w any other survivors, n neither of them can stand Bobby Dagen. so tht’s still like, th foundation fr how these 2 meet to me lol. the idea of them listening 2 him talk while rolling their eyes at each other n fake gagging is So Good.

I feel like Adam is just... rly open? w Eric? bc god does he understand how fucking hard it is 2 be around ppl after smth like that - maybe not to the same extent (though they DO have tht solidarity), but like. there’s only so many times u can hear “I’m so sorry tht happened/I can only imagine what u went thru” b4 yr ready 2 just tell ppl to shut the fuck up. so like, on Eric’s side of things, not getting tht frm Adam? not hearing the whole “I’m rly sorry u almost lost yr son and were locked up fr six months”? tht’s foreign territory ENTIRELY 2 him. sorry is all anyone has to say, even other survivors. Adam not saying sorry n instead being like “well I’m glad yr still around” is kind of what makes tht decision in Eric’s head like, yes, I think I want 2 get to know this dude. He Gets It.

n Adam is just patient too. letting Eric come 2 him, making sure he knows he’s there, tht sorta thing, bc regardless of how much he likes Adam, being around ppl again is not smth he can just jump into. it’s a wound tht is still raw n open n aching n he needs to treat it w care instead of rubbing salt in. n Eric half expects tht to turn Adam away, esp when he sometimes goes a day w no communication, but it doesn’t n he’s just sorta like ??? bc Eric never rly... saw some1 making tht kind of accommodation fr him, never expected some1 to understand it. tht’s another region I feel they’re very similar in - contact, sometimes, can b very very hard, even over text. if they don’t speak all day, tht’s okay - they send each other “i’m okay” texts n th other person responds w “good” n tht’s fine. Adam provides compromises when Eric never even knew tht was a possibility. it’s good.

things progress kinda slowly but not in a bad way. they’re just kind of getting used 2 each other - both of them have been alone fr so long, having some1 in their lives tht they give a shit abt n who gives a shit abt them is smth they’re both navigating. fr Eric, it’s being around some1 consistently after his trap. fr Adam, it’s actually having a friend who doesn’t make him feel like shit + having some1 he can definitively say is there. sometimes its easier 2 sit in comfortable silence than it is to force a convo neither of thm rly have the energy fr. sometimes just being in a room together is enough. tht’s smth they both notice - tht it’s like. they find it easy 2 be around each other. which is SO foreign to both of thm so they’re just kinda feelin it out?

n again like u’ve written b4, I also feel one of th turning points is when Eric calls Adam abt his hair + Adam shaves it fr him in his bathroom. tht’s th point where they’re both like “oh, I rly care abt this person.” bc it’s three in th fucking morning, Adam didn’t even have 2 pick up his phone or even answer when he saw it was Eric. but he did, bc he cares, bc he wants to help, n Adam’s just kinda freaking out internally too bc it’s been a looong time since he’s felt tht way abt some1 - he just wants Eric 2 be okay. n it’s then tht he’s kinda like, coming 2 terms w th fact that he truly cares abt someone who he can say without a doubt cares abt him too and it’s just like. oof. ESP when Eric sleeps over bc again, it’s early as fuck, and isn’t it so much easier 2 just have him stay? isn’t it easier fr Adam to make space fr Eric in his bed n home n heart? n Eric actually doesn’t tell Adam abt this later, but tht night he sleeps over after Adam shaves his hair? it’s th best he’s slept in fucking weeks.

I feel like after tht they’re a LOT more comfortable w each other - not tht they weren’t b4; I mean in th sense tht when they’re not doing too great, they’ll reach out 2 each other rather than bottling it up n dealing w it alone. Adam comes over w CDs he likes bc he can’t talk abt it but he doesn’t want 2 be by himself n they sit in Eric’s living room together in comfortable silence. sometimes Eric sings 2 him. they both find tht it helps. Eric becomes more accustomed 2 accepting help when he knows he needs it + Adam offers - dimming th lights n staying close by to keep him frm getting another migraine, having th TV on but w the sound down low enough tht it doesn’t feel like some1′s hitting him over th head w too-loud dialogue, getting things fr him on th days tht his nerve pain flares up n he’s mostly confined 2 his bed. they’re there fr each other. this is what friendship looks like fr them, two Jigsaw survivors who understand each other better than any1 else ever could.

another huge step fr them is like, th first time Adam offers 2 help w Eric’s rashes. I feel like, even as they grow closer, tht’s still not smth he’s vocal abt/comfortable showing often, something he’s ashamed of bc he feels like it’s gross n he doesn’t want 2 like. make Adam deal w that. but like during one of their sleepovers where Adam cuts his hair fr him n Eric’s got his shirt off he just. grabs the ointment he knows Eric keeps in th cabinet above the sink n while Eric’s still sitting w his back to him, he wordlessly begins tending 2 the rash spread along Eric’s shoulders n his neck n back, n Eric just. freezes. Adam doesn’t say anything, just does it fr him, n Eric kinda. Breaks Down a lil bit. like he just starts silently sobbing bc Adam doesn’t have 2 do this. he doesn’t have to help him w one of th things Eric hates most abt his own body. he could think it’s Gross. but he doesn’t think it’s gross n he doesn’t mind touching it and he’s so gentle when applying the ointment n then when he’s done he just kind of leans against Eric’s back bc He Knows. he reaches around front n grabs one of Eric’s hands n just sits there w him while he cries it out, holding his hand 2 say I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, n that is MAJOR fr Eric. and honestly? tht’s kind of th first time he Rly becomes aware of “oh fuck I love him.” (Adam too, ngl)

basically, the way it starts is a shared experience, smth no one else can rly say they have, an understanding based on tht shared experience. giving each other space until they begin inviting each other in. care, patience, “I’m here.” re-learning th feeling of mutual concern. somewhere along th way, it turns into love, and somehow falling into tht is just as easy.

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Eric + baking:

YES I love this hc!! this is smth he picked up during his time btwn jobs during th earlier stages of recovery (but After meeting Adam/connecting w Art) bc he needed smth to do n was just sorta like, “well I guess this works huh?” n like. it was def a learning curve bc Eric can cook, relatively well/at least okay, but baking is a entirely different matter. at frst he was kinda discouraged when things didn’t turn out th way he hoped they would, but w gentle guidance on Art’s side n enthusiastic encouragement frm Adam, he stuck w it n has gotten pretty good as a result!! his fave things 2 make r peanut butter cookies (he does a little design on th top w a fork n both Adam + Art r like Oh My God That’s Adorable) + th aforementioned carrot cake cupcakes!! frosting is usually homemade n it’s usually cream cheese! he makes his own frosting fr cakes n stuff too (Constantly has 2 tell Adam to “keep yr hands off of th frosting/batter/dough! we’re not gonna have any left!!!” even tho tht Doesn’t stop him).

he makes rly good banana bread too! tht one was a lil harder 2 learn but he’s honestly pretty proud of it now. it’s so funny bc Adam typically doesn’t like stuff like tht but if Eric made it? oh it’s Amazing. (he’s like tht w Art’s cooking too kjdfhjs partially bc he is a Disaster in th kitchen, but also bc That’s His BF/Best Friend!!!)

if some1 is feeling particularly shitty he takes requests (Adam usually wants brownies + Art is partial 2 peanut butter cookies but w chocolate chips too) n it’s just a nice lil thing he can do 2 help, which is smth he Always wants to do. he also stress bakes tho so sometimes his bfs have 2 just kinda like check in n make sure he’s doing okay. but! yeah baking is smth he enjoys + is relatively good at!!

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William/Mallick dynamic:

yr right I haven’t thought abt this dynamic much but I Am Now!!!

I feel like at his core, William is def a caretaker. Mallick, 2 me, is someone who is just wholly unfamiliar w being cared for. so like, at the Very Least, they’re both dating Adam + Lawrence, right? they spend a lot of time around each other. plenty enough time fr William 2 pick up on this. it just kinda. makes his heart hurt, bc he sees the unease in Mallick’s eyes every time one of thm performs even th smallest acts of kindness fr him - not bc he doesn’t appreciate it/doesn’t want it, but because it’s more that he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. n William Sees That and is just like. I Need U To Know You’re Loved.

they’re comfortable w each other, of course they are! they’re friends, good friends, who happen 2 be dating th same people! who go to bed together at night n wake up w each other in th morning. it’s love, they know tht, but Mallick still always looks so surprised when William makes waffles fr him fr breakfast. William cares.

n Mallick can kinda feel it, and he’s not resistant 2 it, but he’s definitely on edge abt it a little. but William also just has this air abt him that Mallick finds it hard to stay keyed up in, so it doesn’t rly take long fr Mallick to at least be at peace w William’s attention. but the moment he starts to really fathom it is during one of those days he can’t get himself 2 relax n is just shaking out on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest n his arm wrapped around thm, just kinda staring down at th carpet n just Not having the energy to get himself out of his own head. Lawrence + Adam r at work n Eric is taking a quick nap so it’s just Mallick n William.

so Mallick is sitting there spiraling n his breaths r coming out a little fast n William just sits down beside him, a mug of warm tea tht he sets down on th coffee table fr a moment, n he just rests a hand on Mallick’s shoulder. doesn’t say anything, just sort of like. offers tht bridge, opens tht avenue. n Mallick is like This Close to just breaking entirely, but what rly does it is when William just swipes his thumb over his shoulder n squeezes. n Mallick rly DOES break down, almost ugly-sobbing and wheezing, n somehow he ends up w his face in William’s neck, pretty much curled into his side, n tht’s when it truly hits him how much William cares abt him too. tht there are Several People who hold tht kind of room fr him in their hearts n lives. William didn’t even have 2 say anything fr Mallick to understand that, to know it as truth. n tht’s like, one of th events tht actually leads Mallick to building up tht self-esteem, knowing that.

n after tht happens, Mallick is a little less reluctant abt accepting William’s (+ everyone else’s!) help, at least some of the time. like Mallick will catch himself digging his fingers a lil too harshly into th stump of his arm (I’m w u on 10 Pints resulting in at least a partial amputation - like what was tht little scar in 3D???) n then he’ll feel William’s hand cover his n gently curl around his palm 2 be like “I’m not gonna say anything, but I see you, it’s okay,” n his grip relaxes. Eric will notice he’s working himself up too much n he’ll reach out n take one of his hands while he’s pacing + laces their fingers together so tht Mallick has to pause a moment n then he’s able to breathe. Lawrence stumbles across him in th midst of a panic attack n Mallick finds himself breathing easier when Lawrence takes one of his hands, places it over his chest + his heart, n breathes w him. Adam holds him when he jolts awake frm a nightmare. lil things like tht.

one of their fave things to help them both de-stress is they’ll lay in bed n William will read out loud to Mallick, who has his head on his chest n is listening but doesn’t have to put too much energy into keeping up, bc it’s mostly abt being close + having smth to fill the silence tht neither of them feel particularly comfortable in anymore. sometimes Mallick falls asleep n it honestly makes William rly happy bc not only is Mallick relaxed enough to actually close his eyes, he also trusts William enough to fall asleep around him, trusts him during a time he’s at his most vulnerable. it’s not uncommon fr Lawrence to get home frm work to find th two of them curled up against th pillows, sometimes both asleep or just Mallick while William continues reading silently and brushes his fingers thru Mallick’s hair. Adam def has a pic of them like tht somewhere, hung up on th cork board Art had bought specifically fr those kinds of photos. it’s smth easy tht doesn’t really require much energy + has the added bonus of just being close to n held by someone u love n who loves u.

and they help each other. sometimes William has a rly hard time looking at himself, the days where his guilt sits heavy in his chest n doesn’t seem 2 want to anywhere, n Mallick will just sit w him outside on th porch swing and just Be There bc it’s like. “I’m here, I want to b here, Jigsaw was wrong, you are not a terrible person, u did what u could w what u had and I love you,” in a single action. I think William also struggles, like u’ve mentioned tht Eric does, w th guilt of what happened + feeling like it was his fault. so Mallick sitting w him, their shoulders brushing, fr William it’s like, if he was truly as awful a person as John seemed 2 think he was, wld Mallick be this close? wld Mallick willingly lay down beside him some nights n kiss him good morning? wld he kiss him again on th cheek after he makes a fresh pot of coffee + pancakes? n William knows tht Mallick wouldn’t keep himself so close if John was right, so it’s like. proof of tht. n tht means a lot to William. sometimes tht’s all he needs.

they don’t have 2 deal w their struggles alone. they’re both surrounded by ppl who love them n want to see them do well - it’s only natural they feel tht way abt each other, too.

#saw #eric #adam #william #mallick #long post #loved LOVED this ask!!! got me thinkin!! #also I think I might. write smth fr polycule + William/Mallick bc now I'm thinking abt them #ty again adam s4w beloved mutual!! <3 #asks #also update I think I'm gonna. actually start tht masterpost tomorrow lol I!!! crashed hard th other night oops #+ wanted 2 mention I did reference yr answer 2 my Mallick/Eric/Adam ask also!! what w Mallick pacing n Eric taking his hand n all!!

[silver-wield]

Can you do an analysis on Cloud and Tifa’s body language during that scene when they’re in Cloud’s room and he’s slyly referring to his promise to Tifa? There was crazy sexual tension in that scene and it honestly looked like Cloud was subtly being flirty with her 😭

No probs, Nonny! I actually already touched on their body language in a reply to a gif set of this bit, so we'll just expand on that ^=^

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a VERY long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis) 

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog) 

Tifa character analysis 

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I've had other ideas since then) 

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti) 

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis 

Cloti reunion analysis 

The Promise Analysis 

Andrea's approval (Cloti ask response) 

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read) 

Cloti action touching 

Aerti friendship analysis 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

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Recap time! Yall know the drill by now if you've read my other ramblings.

Chapter 3, where we get a room (lol), do some jobs and have a chat with Tifa. It's pretty basic stuff until the cut scene after Marle gives Cloud a talking to. She's the overprotective grandmother figure that Tifa needs in her life and she wants to make sure Cloud isn't messing with her. Now, why would she think that? Well, maybe she picked up some hints when Tifa mentioned Cloud to her about wanting a place to stay? Marle's pretty sharp, after all, and if she got the impression Tifa is carrying a torch, she'd definitely make sure Cloud's not about to blow it out. She tells him to pay attention to her, to listen. This is the very first instance of Cloud taking in that kind of info and it changes how he treats others for the rest of the game.

After the chapter 4 mission where Cloud reflects on his promise to Tifa, it's back to the slums for some rest. Then Tifa knocks on his door and enters. She mentions Cloud was gone for a while, and he answers he was walking so that he keeps Jessie's secret – because he's that kind of guy.

Small talking Tifa is cute, but lol, Cloud seems to have purposely forgotten Johnny since he's yet another admirer of Tifa. For a guy who doesn't forget info like morons who could cause them trouble in the long run, it's pretty telling how quickly he is to dismiss Johnny.

Onto something more interesting in this pic, though. Cloud is sitting on the bed. Now, if he wasn't comfortable around Tifa he'd have got up. His eyeline is lower than hers so he has to look up at her. This puts her in a position of dominance over him – also not surprising since his mentality is that of a 16yr old around her and she's the adult in the relationship. Tifa for her part has her body turned to the side in a non-confrontational pose.

Tifa has her hands clasped in front of herself (couple of seconds before this screen) which indicates she's trying to protect herself as she asks the question if Cloud is leaving Midgar. Not surprising since she's afraid of losing people she cares about and even just someone heading off somewhere else would upset her, though she'd try not to show it.

Cloud, for his part, looks away, appearing as though he's thinking it over, but we're already aware he's decided to stay and help Tifa out, so this is a fake out on his part. He's half-teasing, half trying to get a positive response from her (remember the water tower? Yeah, this is that Cloud. The dork. The one who is useless at talking to girls).

I'm sorry, but Cloud is such a cheeky bastard I just can't with him! This is giving me all the throwbacks to his behaviour at the water tower and I love that it mirrors that moment, but with more success on his part this time. He's looking all around trying not to give himself away before it's needed. He's smiling and looks relaxed. He might be sitting but he definitely believes he has the upper hand between them at this point. Remember, I've said before that eye contact is important. Well, in this case, Cloud's deliberate refusal to make eye contact shows he's teasing. This is such a cute moment between them!

Oh ho! But here's where his teasing ends. Cloud is being completely serious and obviously took the promise between them as being special. Ducking his head out of sight completely prevents us from seeing his expression and allows him to act in a casual way about something that's such an important part of who he became. But, he's not quite pulling it off because he's also looking quite defensive in this pose. His hands are clasped in front of him and he's leaning forward, looking at the floor. This is something very meaningful for him to talk about and he's hoping Tifa doesn't brush it off, so if he doesn't look at her he won't have to see her reaction.

Tifa's obviously got her own interpretation of how that promise went. We can guess she did it because she just wanted a guarantee she'd see Cloud again some day from how she acted during the water tower cut scene. Here, she's leaning back on her hands which leaves her body language open, but also conceals something. She's looking down, the same way Cloud did. She's also hiding her true feelings towards Cloud the same way he's hiding from her, but she's being as honest as she can be as the same time. I've seen people call Tifa a liar because of how she doesn't address Cloud's memory problems in OG, but when you really take a close look at her, lying just isn't her. This is a complex moment between them. They've not long met again and they're having this heavy conversation. The feelings between them are still there, but there's all this other stuff that's more important. But, they know they're friends, and that's a good place to start getting to know each other again, and Cloud choosing to stay is that first step, with the quick follow up of him reminding her of their shared history.

Cloud, you smooth bastard I love you for this! This is definitely flirting! He's looking directly at her, then dips his head to the side in an inviting gesture. His eyes soften and he gets this tiny smile on his face. His body language has changed, too. He's sitting up and back slightly with both arms by his sides. There's no more defensiveness about him. He wants to listen to her. Cloud is choosing to ask for Tifa's confidence. He's letting her know she can rely on him. That he's interested.

For her part, Tifa's pleased, but surprised. She's not long got back in touch with Cloud and, while he's been a decent guy, she's had the overall impression he isn't the same as the soft boi she knew, so this is a revelation for her. The Cloud she knew is still within this Cloud – which anyone who knows the real!Cloud SOLDIER!Cloud storyline is exactly the point of this moment. Tifa knows his true self. The true self that comes out only when he's with her.

Cloud, bro, I'm gonna combust from all these flirty gestures! Fully open body language, a smile, teasing tone. Goddamnit, just say you love her already! Yes, please, invite Tifa to check you out. Remember, he's still sitting. He's so relaxed and natural around her. Even if all you saw was two friends and no ship, you'd be insane to think he isn't a different person in this scene. He's not SOLDIER Cloud here.

Tifa, for her part, isn't flirting here. She likes Cloud, that's clear, and her body language is reaching towards him, which suggests she has feelings towards him, but her tone is more playful and her expression is pleased. She's happy to see her friend isn't too different from the one she knows. Most of the flirting in this scene is on Cloud's side, which makes sense when you think of the torch he's been carrying for her. He's trying to get her attention, same way he did when they were kids. Tifa's oblivious but receptive because she likes him back, but she won't show it as much because she thinks he's not interested. Someone knock their heads together please lol

OMG FUCKING HELL CLOUD JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER! Leaning back on the bed, totally vulnerable body language, drawing attention to the bod in an attempt to spark her interest – since he's clearly interpreted this line from Tifa as a rejection – this boi is trying so hard! He even looks a little disappointed she's not more impressed with SOLDIER Cloud, but we knew she preferred the dork anyway lol

Now, I know everyone talks about the physical and emotional distance between them here, which is obvious, but what I'm gonna point out is after feeling like SOLDER Cloud has been rejected by Tifa – thanks to her preference for the real deal – Cloud looks away from her. She's brushed him off and he's hiding his upset by not meeting her eyes.

Tifa is still oblivious to this, but Cloud definitely has a look of disappointment on his face.

Now, after that last bit you'd think Cloud would assume he's got no chance, but then Tifa says how glad she is to have him back and that cheers him up. He's still in that mindset of a 16yr old with a crush, whereas Tifa's moved on. She's had 5 years apart from him (she thinks it's 7, I know, but he saw her in Nibelheim and how she'd matured a little). She's not thinking of him in an openly romantic sense, whereas Cloud is definitely still deep in his feelings for her. Hearing she's happy to see him hints to him that he might still have a chance with her if they spend more time together. His soft af goodnight is the last indicator of his strong feelings for her. His body language is open once more, he's staring after her with a longing look and a smile and doesn't look away until the door closes.

Conclusion

JUST GET FUCKING MARRIED ALREADY IT'S BEEN 23 YEARS!

Lol seriously though, Cloud is definitely still deep in the throes of his childhood crush. Tifa could resurrect hers with time because it's clear she does still harbour feelings for him, but she's not the type to be pushy or insistent. She'll let Cloud take the lead and offer subtle hints how she feels, hoping he feels the same. She doesn't pick up on Cloud's subtle flirting compared to those more in your face things he tried earlier. Through all of those interactions with her he's definitely trying to say that he likes her and he'd like her to accept his feelings, but the bigger gestures get the brush off, although she blushes and looks shy, and the smaller ones go over her head.

Unfortunately, these two are oblivious af and it's gonna take everyone's help to get them together.

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