#and talk to them like they're capable of listening and responding

[kiaxet]

Sooooo y’all see the latest @somerandomdudelmao comic update? Because once again it is living in my head, which means once again my brain has generated fic. This one’s ~1200 words and slightly less tragic, depending on whether or not you take dramatic irony into account.

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It starts fairly innocuously.

One of the surviving technicians monitors a computer as it finally, finally boots up successfully, whooping when the Genius Tech loading screen pops up. He grins and pats the power cable. "Thanks, Raph!"

It catches on.

A water purifier, disconnected to save a struggling power supply, gets plugged back in. It chugs back to life, and the kids responsible for its upkeep cheer and high five. One of them waves at the ceiling, where a power conduit runs overhead. "Thanks, Mister Raph!"

And it spreads like wildfire.

Every time something works the way it's supposed to - every time a much-needed device pops back to life, or the emergency doors close correctly, or a dying lightbulb flickers on one more time - they thank Raph. In gleeful shouts and careful whispers, they show gratitude for the person who gave up his life - and his second chance at life, at that - to keep them safe. It makes the emergency base, ramshackle and barely held together as it is, feel a little more like a home. A little more alive.

It doesn't take long for a few unspoken rules to develop.

They never say it in front of the metal shell. It's one thing to say it to the walls, the cables, the electricity; it's something else to say it to a figure with a face, seated against the wall like a sentinel that will awaken and protect them when danger arises.

(Nevermind that they've been in danger, constant and unending, for decades, and that this sentinel is already protecting them in smaller, everyday ways.)

They learn very quickly never to say it in front of Raph's surviving family, either. Master Leonardo gets angry when he hears it. It's an anger born of grief and loss, painful but not dangerous to allies, but given how terrifying Master Leonardo can be on the battlefield or a bad day, nobody really wants that anger directed at them. Master Michaelangelo just stops when he hears it, lips curling up in an expression too devoid of life to truly be called a smile. It's almost worse to witness than Master Leonardo's anger. No, they learn to watch themselves in front of the family, carefully taking their gratitude towards a dead man elsewhere.

Until the day someone forgets and says it in front of Casey Junior.

The kid looks up at Roger with wide, almost hopeful eyes. "Why did you- is he here? Can you feel him?"

Roger stares back at him with equally wide eyes. He'd just been grateful the computer had booted correctly for his monitor shift, and he hadn't been looking, and now he has to try to explain this to a kid who's never known a life outside the apocalypse. Oh boy. "No, uh- I mean- I don't have magic like your dads do, Casey, I couldn't-" He sighs. "It's just...a thing people do, when things work. Before the Krang, we had all sorts of machines that made life easier, and...we'd talk to 'em. Thank 'em when they worked, yell or beg when they didn't...I remember threatening a fax machine once, not that that made any difference. I think that just...kinda carried over here." Wait. "Not that your uncle was a machine or anything-"

"His body was a machine," Casey says simply, with a pragmatism that Roger hadn't been expecting. Apocalypse-raised kid. Right. "That wasn't what made him Uncle Raph. He was- it's-" Casey falters, expression starting to crumble. Pragmatism be damned, the kid is still grieving-

Rem, just coming off her shift, steps in smoothly. It's not the first time she's saved Roger's ass, both on and off the battlefield, and it won't be the last. "We know," she says gently, putting an arm around Casey's shoulders. "What Roger means is that we're grateful he's keeping us going, and that people like to bond with machines even when they're too simple to bond back. We all used to name our cars - can you believe it?"

"I named mine Red Rider," Roger says wistfully. He still misses that car.

"And I used to sneak out of the Hidden City with my cloaking brooch and go joyriding outside of human cities," Rem says, a grin splitting her feline muzzle. "I named every car I stole Phantom, like I thought I was cool."

Casey smiles - small and watery, but there nonetheless - and Roger breathes a sigh of relief. "What else did you name?"

"I mean, it was mostly cars, but some people named their computers."

"I had a friend who named her phone and just kept adding numbers when she had to replace it. It was Duchess O'Brien the eighth last I'd heard."

"I know some Yokai named their weapons, but I never really kept track of those. It was more of a Battle Nexus fandom thing."

Another Yokai leans in - a four eyed lizard whose name Roger could never remember no matter how hard he tried - and Roger shuts up. She's in charge of security now, and honestly she intimidates him. She looks around - at him, at Rem, at Casey - and then intones seriously, "I once named a kitchen appliance Toasty McToastFace."

There's a beat of silence. Casey has a lopsided grin growing on his face, like he doesn't get the joke but he knows it is one, and that's enough to lift his mood.

And then Rem doubles over, cracking up, and Bob smiles carefully. "Really loved that toaster, huh?"

"It was my closest friend," the lizard Yokai replies, deadpan as hell, before leaving the conversation.

Casey turns that confused grin on Roger. "Was she serious?"

"Kid, I have no idea. Some people are just really into this kinda thing."

Rem finally straightens up, wiping a tear from her eye with a paw. "Ohhhh boy. Oh, I needed that." She turns her smile back on Casey. "Point being, naming something makes it a little more real, and makes you a little more likely to take care of it. The system here...already has a name. We're just saying thank you, you know?"

The grin on Casey's face settles down into consideration. "Yeah, I think I do. I- Thanks. I'm gonna-" He waves at the door to finish his sentence.

"Go for it, kid." Roger waves him off as he departs, then sighs once he's gone. "God, that kid is just hemmhorraging family, isn't he."

"We all are, Roger, it's the fucking apocalypse." Rem flicks an ear.

"Yeah, but still. It's rough." There's a second or two of silence. "Also, if he says it in front of Master Leonardo, I'm denying all knowledge of this conversation."

"Spirits, same."

Roger learns a few days later - from Rem, of course - that Casey has named his chainsaw hockey stick Killer, because it's what his mom used to call him. Well damn, if kids like him are gonna be the future, then maybe they have some hope after all. He raps on a wall lightly, just below where the power conduit is mounted. "I know you didn't have a lot of time with the kid, but you did a good job." He can't help but smile. "Thanks, Raph."

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt raphael #if you squint #cass apocalyptic series #somerandomdudelmao #writing #fic #no gods no betas we die like RAPH APPARENTLY GOOD GODDAMN #I've been in IT for a decade #and there's something to be said for the human propensity to name machines #and other objects of personal value and use #and talk to them like they're capable of listening and responding #no way that died in the apocalypse #I have never named my phone #all of my computers have been named after musical terms #and my cars have been Chupathingy and Puma respectively #because some fandoms never fucking die #there's another story here I didn't write #about how some places seem to develop a personality and a presence all on their own #and how this makeshift base is literally powered by someone else's life #and in a world of magic and monsters #how does that affect things if it does at all? #is it a haunting or a mystic residue or simply something that has power in the minds and hearts of its occupants? #I love this shit #by the way #Duchess O'Brien is not a reference #Red Rider definitely is though it's not referencing what you think #Toasty McToastFace is the obvious one

[mr-ribbit]

gonna rant again bc im seeing a lot of trans women on my dash having to carry the heavy lifting to argue for their basic respect and a lot of other queer people who want to ??? get mad about that apparently. for the record as usual: im tme, im not speaking for anyone besides myself and my perspectives, but I am trying to reach out to fellow tme people to level with y'all from inside the house.

i thought we all got past the 'calling people gendered terms when theyve asked you to stop' thing in like. 2012. i swear we were allllll on board with not calling women dude anymore, nerfing sir and ma'am, neutralizing collective terms for groups, and all of that was like, during the onceler era. that's how we got off-putting shit like folx into the mix - remember???? why are we here again.

to those who I've seen claiming that they REALLY genuinely don't want to offend anyone, and that theyre trying to understand the dude thing, and they don't want to be seen as transmisogynistic when they aren't: ok. let's talk about it. step one, stop sending that really loaded anon to a trans woman you don't know, and close that in-group hatepost with 100 replies from people name-dropping trans bloggers they don't like. try to open your mind and assume for the duration of this post that I am not cynically trying manipulate thousands of tumblr users into making Bro the next big swear word, but a fellow queer human being who thinks you're all being pretty intentionally obtuse about an upsetting trend in our community

to be clear: this post is about the issue of trans women being called bro, dude, man, etc., particularly in recent tumblr discourse about transmisogyny, and the backlash they face if they get upset about it. this is also maybe moreso about the shitty ass excuses I see tme people make for why they supposedly can't stop doing this.

so let's go through some of the things I've been seeing people say they don't understand, supposedly in earnest, about this issue

"I DIDNT USE DUDE AS A MASCULINE TERM. I CALL EVERYONE BRO. MAN IS A GENDER NEUTRAL TERM"

I'm not actually going to exhaust my list of reasons why dude/bro/man are not strictly neutral, but you should be pretty aware that all words have context. Dude might be seen as neutral in many contexts, sure, but 'woman who is frequently called a man by others' is a situation where the context adds extra meaning to your words, just like calling someone "sweetie" might be neutral in some cases, but if you've got the context of knowing that's your coworker who's half your age, it's a bit less neutral. If you're not capable of reading that context and being tasteful about when you say dude, then you need to at least be ready to respond gracefully when someone asks you to stop. This is the part I'd rather focus on.

"BUT I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY. IM NOT TRANSPHOBIC"

I think you should consider broadening your perspective *beyond* your intention behind the word. people may already understand that you meant the word neutrally and therefore didn't have transmisogynistic intent, but that's not really the entire scope of what people are saying. if that's your only concern, you're just trying to clear your record, not actually listen to what they're saying.

there are lots of words people don't enjoy being called, and in most cases, when they say 'pls don't call me that', people respect that and move on. even if the word isn't a slur, if it hurts someone's feelings, we all as a society have agreed that it's pretty shitty to keep calling them that. if your friend asked you not to call them 'buddy' anymore because their dead grandparent called them that, or something equivalently personal, you'd probably respect that instead of telling them 'but I call everyone buddy!!' right? even if you didn't really understand why it bothered them so much?

there is a prominent tendency for trans women to be denied this privilege, and when they ask not to be called dude or bro, people don't seem to respect this request as much as they would in other situations. when I accidentally use a gendered word and someone tells me they don't like it, I try to respond with something like "my bad, I didn't mean it as misgendering but I can see you were still bothered by it, so I'll try not to keep saying it. sorry!" and most people are willing to accept that. when trans women ask people this favor, a lot of people get VERY defensive, and treat the request as inane or unfair, instead of just apologizing and moving on. this is why people are upset when this happens, and it's why people are calling your actions transmisogynistic

also like you might not be doing this, but a lot of people DO use dude and bro in an intentionally gendered way to make trans women uncomfortable. it's a power play bigots use to talk down to them or otherwise maliciously harass them. do you know what arguments they use to defend that behavior when called out on it? 'oh I call everyone that' 'dude is gender neutral calm down' 'dont overreact its just a word'. by acting like this, youre all just giving credence to those same arguments.

"WELL THEY SHOULDNT GET SO MAD AT ME WHEN I DIDNT MEAN ANY HARM"

they can get as mad as they want!! also, are you sure they're 'mad'? or are they just expressing their feelings about a negative topic to you, and it makes you feel bad, so you have to make them out to be unreasonably emotional? how do you think they should have phrased 'dont call me that' to better spare *your* feelings?

also like, in most cases, these women do not knowww you. if your main response to someone saying you disrespected them is to say "I didnt mean it that way, I meant it in a friendly neutral way", well that's NOT YOUR FRIEND! she has no idea what your opinions are or what you think of her!!! she has no reason to assume you only upset her in a friendly way and not a bad unfriendly way! but she did get upset, and she did the one thing she can do which is *tell you what upset her* and your response is to say "well actually you shouldn't be upset at all"??????

and another thing:

it's not just the issue of using the word 'dude', it's because you're coming off extremely dismissive of women who have asked you to stop doing something that harms them, and because your argument is basically that they just shouldn't be so bothered by it. or that they're stupid, irrational, or otherwise crazy for telling you that it bothered them at all, just because you Technically used a gender neutral word according to Your Rules. be honest, does that seem fair? If people were calling you something that bothered you enough to ask them to stop, and they responded like this, how would it make you feel?

focusing solely on your intent and what the words mean when you use them is the same thing as saying "just get over it". no woman should need to Prove to you that 'dude' is gendered for you to care about what she's saying. the fact that you're asking people to do that sucks and makes you look bad, which is why people are arguing with you and calling you a misogynist.

especially those of you who are only doing this with trans women who are actively arguing with. you're wielding misgendering as a cudgel and we can all see it, grow up please.

#discourse cw #transmisogyny cw

[bruciemilf]

A crack treated seriously concept that I have just swimming in my mind;

Runaway sugar baby Bruce Wayne AU.

Here's the thing; Bruce and Harvey are married. Bruce may not realize they are! but they are.

Oblivious fucker really went,

" yes, I will have children with my best friend, raise them together happily, occasionally have sex, and wear this cool ring he gave me. Platonically, of course."

I think it all started when Tim came home from school, wearing a bit of a guilty expression, asking with a pinch embarrassment if Bruce could pretend to be a doctor for career day.

Bruce blinks, " I am a doctor, darling." Graduated with flying colors, mind you!

"Well, yeah, but...You know, not anymore. "

True. Ever since he adopted Jason and Tim, he just found it harder and harder to leave home. They were just too precious and he didn't want to miss a moment!

"I just don't understand why he'd lie about it."

"I can," Harvey looks so handsome, arranging his tie. He does a mess of it, but he doesn't look less tantalising,

" Little brats would be...Yknow, mean. They get finicky when they see a weak spot."

He knows it's Harvey because there's no accent melting like whisky on his mouth. " Weak spot?"

" doll, cmon, --"

" I do work, Harvey. Just because it's not defending criminals doesn't mean it's less vital."

" I knowthat. But you're also a rich guy who, let's face it, wouldn't need to work a day In his life. And that's fine by me. "

because Harvey HATED seeing his mom break her back to support their family when his father was drowning face down in debts.

He wouldn't put anyone through that, let alone his pretty little husband. But Bruce doesn't take this well.

" well! I'll show you! I'm more than capable of making it on my own, I'll prove it!"

Now. Bruce doesn't think too much. He's not an expert in it. Man can stitch up a 5 inch incision with floss, but his own well being? Leave it to Alfred.

But he'll make them proud. So next time, they don't have to lie.

He just packs up way too many luggages, packs Damian up too, and leaves while Harvey's at oh his back breaking, gruelling office job.

It's only when he's on a bus that he realizes he forgot the rest, but that'd be cruel! Their boys loved their father.

Dick, who's in his I Hate Dad phase, is extremely hysterical while they leave to find Bruce. Only stopping occasionally to fix his eyeliner, then start over again.

Jason, Harvey's second oldest, drives beside them on his motorbike.

He guesses its an extra middle finger to him to not wear a helmet. His beloved little hellion, raised on the devil's edge.

"Listen to me; If I find him, I'm moving back home. If I don't, I'll put you in the ground."

" I'll let you."

Now; Bruce does find a place. It's a little town with big characters.

Harley has a diner that she's more than happy to welcome him in, even if Bruce, Spoiled Spouse of the Year, can't quite pick up.

Anything for old roomies.

But there is someone in there who catches Bruce's attention. Towns mechanic.

Clark, his name tag says, who played with Damian behind Bruce's back while he talked to Harley.

He smells of salty motor oil; Fresh sweat, smoked apple pie. His eyes are dreamy blue, rendered with sharp cleverness. And Clark likes him.

Clark recommends him a good motel, brings Damian some toys to play with, even brings his own babies so they can have a playdate. " They're not mine. The toys! These two are. I have a receipt from the hospital."

"...A birth certificate?"

He's delightfully awkward.

When Harvey comes to pick him up, when Bruce jumps in his arms, claws at a pristine shirt stained with his brand new blisters and cracks and worked hands, he's not awkward.

He's disappointed; Like Bruce strangled the joy from his soul.

"You're...Married?"

When Bruce and Harvey respond, in perfect, consice sync, " Oh no, darling,--" " Yes he is, four eyes--" they're ALL confused.

"Oh, dear..."

#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #dick grayson #tim drake #harvey dent #clark kent #bruharvey #superbat #runaway sugar baby au #no capes au #text #text post #batfamily #batfam #jason todd

[i984]

Wounds, Not Dreams

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Soft ooc! Wednesday Addams as usual, Hurt/Comfort(?), crying but it's okay cause crying is good, mentions of gore and death, let me know if there's more.

|Summary|: Wednesday doesn't like bad nightmares.

|A/n|: Requested by Sam! See end of post for more notes.

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The night feels cold and lonely—much like the fingers trembling and gripping your shirt to the point of ripping. You wake up with alarms blaring in your head, as only one person would sneak to your dorm in the middle of the night, and she wouldn't tremble.

"Wednesday?"

The girl in question didn't respond. Instead, she presses her face closer to your chest, clinging to you tightly. The fabric of your shirt may muffle her sniffles, but you know your girlfriend has been crying and is currently trying to hide the fact that she still is. 

You carefully wrap your arms around the Addams girl. She didn't refuse your touch. 

"What's wrong? You know you can talk to me."

Your question is left unanswered again, but that doesn't discourage you. You know how Wednesday is; intelligent, forbidding, and sadistic. But she is also solemn and emotionally reserved. She's a strong human capable of expressing her thoughts, and if any of her past actions are any indication, she's never afraid to do so. 

But sometimes, Wednesday is also fragile. She's continuously guarding how she presents herself to the world—not wanting to appear vulnerable. But here she is, grasping at you urgently, almost like she's afraid of letting you go.

So, you hold her. You cradle her tight—Wednesday doesn't like soft hugs; she refers to it as a worthless attempt at strangling someone—and the girl melts into you more. 

Wednesday likes warm hugs.

You whisper sweet nothings to her—simple I love you's, and I'm here muttered into the room. The trashing beats of her heart slow into a calm rhythmical one; your now damp t-shirt still muffles her quiet sniffles. 

Both of you stay like that in the uncountable moments, you calming her as best as you can with the occasional forehead kisses and Wednesday breathing more evenly with each one you give. 

The space is filled with something resembling silence—the whir of your air conditioning and the occasional cricket noises are the only sound heard. Neither of you says a word because they're irrelevant. You know what Wednesday needs.

She needs you.

They say silence is gold, and maybe that's true for now. The girl finally lifts her head, eyes trained at the hands bunching up your shirt. You take them in yours and caress her knuckles gently. The fingers feel warm. 

"I had a nightmare," the ravenette says. "A bad one."

Wednesday stares at you through her bangs. Her eyes are swollen, and her lips quiver so subtly that nobody would notice, but you do down to the faint furrow of her eyebrows and her jaw clenching slightly. 

You nod, signaling you're listening and ready for her to continue.

"I went looking for you after the battle with Crackstone because you were nowhere to be found. And then, I got to your room. When I opened the door, I saw you on this bed."

Wednesday stops and squeezes your hand. She takes a deep breath.

"There was blood everywhere— The floor, wall, and sheets. I immediately ran and saw you gasping for air. There was a cavity in your chest— Your rib cage is drilled, and the lungs p-popped out of with every single breath—"

Her sobs cut through her words before she could even finish her sentence. You hurriedly wrap your arms around Wednesday, her wails once again muffled into your t-shirt. Stroking her head gently, you sit up to hold her properly, comforting her as she wills her stutters away.

"I thought I was too l-l-late. The ripped bedding and the claw marks on your body made me furious. And then you stopped gasping, and I thought I lost you—"

You pepper sloppy kisses on her cheeks, nose, and jaw, anywhere you can reach to hush her words. "I will always be here for you, Wednesday," you assured. Her cries pierce the warm air, so you rock her body with you while hugging her as tightly as possible. 

"It looked so real..."

You don't need her to continue; you know why she's so afraid. Wednesday has seen people die in her visions way too many times. She fears your death even though the event would've happened in the past. What she saw was just a dream, and the girl obviously knows. 

But right now, she doesn't need a reality check. She needs to know you're well and alive, even if it means breaking down her well-built walls and presenting herself to you as vulnerable as is. You're going to do just that.

"I'll always be here for you, Wens. Now and forever, in this life and the next. Do you know why?"

Her crying ceases a little, and a tear rolls down her cheeks as her glassy eyes blink to look at your tender ones. 

You smile. "Because I'll always be yours as you're mine," you place your hand on her cheek and wipes the tears away. "Because I love you."

Her face starts to warm up. 

Yours has been since the very first day you met her.

Maybe the salt on her lips was from the tears. Her small hand grips yours while the other rest on your chest. Wednesday feels so delicate, like the flowers on your window sill, and you want to protect her with every touch of your lips. Her nose nudges yours, and if you open your eyes, you'll see her lush eyelashes gleaming in the stray moonlight. 

You pray with every kiss a single thing: to be the wound that nestles into her flesh and soul, stubbornly refusing to heal. Because then, you'll stay intertwined with her until the very end, allowing her to remember what it feels like to be loved.

To be Wednesday's very own pleasant, warm wound. 

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A/n2: Hello! I've been MIA for the past week or so, and for that I apologize. I do have news though, gonna take a break this month so in the meantime, do feel free to revisit old posts :( I'll make a follow up post regarding the situation but right now I just wanna thank you guys for the overwhelming amount of love and support. I can't be grateful enough 💗

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[femmefatalevibe]

Hey, I love your account!❤️ I started my journey of being the highest version of myself. I wanted to ask some tips on how to be more intelligent and do you have some suggestions on podcasts, people you can follow that active on politics/history? English isn’t my native language.

Thanks! ❤️

Hi love! Thank you so much <333 I can't think of any specific podcasts/blogs at the moment, but sharing some other advice below. Bisous xx

Here are some of my tips:

Read books, articles, blogs, studies, and journals from credible & fact-checked sources

Watch & listen to evidence-based documentaries and podcasts

Take expert-backed courses and classes (from universities, industry leaders/certified organizations)

Attend forums/lectures from industry leaders museums, libraries, etc. (Virtually or in-person)

Talk to people in different fields and from different walks of life

Travel (globally, domestically, or locally), explore museums, parks, and stores in your area

Ask for feedback on your creative or skill-based projects and work; or insights from trusted people in your life on different situations in your life, from your past, or their greatest life lessons

Remain curious and diligent regarding your pursuit of knowledge. Live as a lifelong student

For emotional intelligence:

Embrace self-awareness & self-reflection: Observe how you feel, behave, and how people generally respond to your words/actions in different situations

Practice self-regulation: Learn to differentiate between your feelings and the actions that would be appropriate in a specific setting or interaction. Internalize that feelings are fleeting and non-factual. You're in control of how you respond/(don't) act on these emotions

Engage in active listening: Pay attention to what others are saying with the intent of understanding, not responding

Focus on emotional differentiation: Understand where your thoughts, feelings, intentions, and opinions end and another person's identity/perception begins

Display radical empathy and acceptance: Understand that almost all people's words and actions result from their own beliefs, past experiences, and current life circumstances/priorities. Put yourself in their shoes when attempting to understand their choices, behaviors, and times they come to you to discuss a problem, success, or major life decision. Accept that you can only control what you do. Very little of other people's actions/the world's workings are personal. Things are happening around you, not to you

Let go of your ego: View yourself as objectively as possible with the potential for improvement. Abolish any superior complex or overwhelming desire to prove your self-importance in others' lives and decisions

Remain open-minded: Question your own beliefs and opinions. Stay curious as to why you believe them to be true/authentic to you. Allow your opinions to change or have the capacity to modify your beliefs upon hearing new information. Understand your worldview and values are valid, but they're not definitively correct beliefs, just because they resonate/feel comfortable for you

Be receptive to feedback: Embrace constructive criticism as a self-improvement tool. Approach it with curiosity and optimism, not as a personal attack

Differentiate between your feelings and capabilities: Your thoughts are not facts. Remember you can do things you don't feel like doing most of the time (work, waking up in the morning, working out, etc.). Learn the difference between being a slave to your emotions and genuinely running out of energy

#higher self #glow up era #glow up tips #knowledge is power #level up #femme fatale #dark feminine energy #it girl #the feminine urge #dream girl #female excellence #queen energy #female power #networking #career tips #educate yourself #personal growth #self improvement #femmefatalevibe #success mindset #successhabits #study tips #emotional intelligence #emotional regulation #emotional maturity #life skills

[signedeclipse]

Hi! If your open for requests I'd like to see headcanons for rengoku, Tengen, and inosuke and with a reader who is blind? I'm legally blind although I still can see colors and vague outlines, I think it be cute!! Please and thank you!!

Inosuke

Inosuke isn't very sensitive about these topics

When he first sees you almost run into a wall, he asks if you're stupid on purpose

After that he might be rough but he will try his best to keep you from hurting yourself

If it happens too much in one day he will throw you over his shoulder and carry you where you're trying to go

He has eyes anyways so he may as well help you out when he isn't really using them for anything!

Gets very freaked out when you accidentally make eye contact with him though

Will literally tremble, he thinks you've gained sight just to spite him

If you really want him to listen to you, you can try to look him in the eyes by guessing and if its even slightly on target he will give you his full attention and attend to all your wishes just please stop doing that what the fuck

He likes when you rely on him a little more though, it inflates his ego a lot

Kyojuro

He is as gentle as he can be with you, while also trying not to assert himself too much in your life

Rather than saying something, he’ll just put his hand in front of you before you walk into something like a wall or puddle so you hit him instead

It becomes very subconscious for him, he does it so much that he stops realising it and you just learn to redirect yourself after feeling it

Kyojuro believes in your more enhances abilities to keep you safe, but knowing his job he has to consider alternative ways to keep you home and safe at night

Would ask you to babysit Senjuro when he is out on a mission so you feel like you are doing something, but he tells Senjuro to take good care of you

Senjuro likes your company a lot anyhow, and finds your home to be very comfortable

He would find your enhances abilities very impressive, like how you can memorise entire paths and structures just by walking around them once or twice

Uzui

One of the first things he ever said to you had something to do with his looks

To which you responded about him being 'nothing more than average'

Ouch but he liked the spice

Uzui wasn't an idiot, but he probably hadn't realised you were blind for a longer time than he would have liked to admit

"You wrote me letters!"

"Someone else wrote them, I just said what I wanted"

Defeated

Okay sure, he knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, but something about the fact that you couldn't see danger coming your way upsets him

I mean, what if a demon is talking you up into thinking they're human? And you perish at their hands full of trust?

Because of this, Uzui keeps either himself or his wives in your proximity just in case

Thankfully you don't seem to mind, and the girls love talking to you since you tend to be the least judgemental of anyone they had ever met

Expect to always have someone who loves you right by your side, even if you don't realise it

Authors Note - Strangely enough I got a very similar request right after this, characters and blind and everything! I deleted it, but then I got another one!

This hit a little close to home, my eye sight deteriorates a lot in one of my eyes every year! Thankfully I will always have one, but still! Please enjoy <3 I made reader 100% blind so its more interesting!

#inosuke #inosuke x reader #kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #uzui #uzui x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #headcanons #kny headcanons #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #x reader #reader insert

[twistedoverbloat]

I have fallen deep into the Sun and Moon Fandom of FNAF

Eclipse Yuu

A new animatronic that was supposed to be Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, but was activated due to the fire breaking out. Eclipse Yuu barely managed to get out of the place before hiding out in abandoned mansion. They found the mirror via an accident and has been in TWST ever since.

Eclipse Yuu ends up with Cheka more times than not either by Leona dumping the child on Eclipse Yuu or Cheka actively seeking out Eclipse Yuu.

Eclipse Yuu ended up cleaning and fixing up Ramshackle almost at the speed of light due to their programming and how dirty the dorm was.

In comparison to Sun and Moon complex attire, Eclipse Yuu wears simplistic clothing attire like this;

If the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex didn't burn down, they would've wore something like this:

Despite their scrawny frame, they're actually capable of lifting up Magic Wheels easily.

Eclipse Yuu's role as one of the daycare attendants was brought up by Cheka and they responded that they were supposed to be a therapist for traumatized children and teenagers, but was recently changed into being something similar to Sundrop and Moondrop.

✨️✨️

Eclipse Yuu and Glitchy Red AI Yuu can't be around each other for too long due to the latter's glitching out Eclipse Yuu's programming. Though, they do actively talked to each other whenever they have the chance.

Toddler Yuu gets taken care of by Eclipse Yuu more than the other Yuus either because they're too busy or they don't want Toddler Yuu to get hurt.

Cross Sans Yuu was confused by why Eclipse Yuu lacked a soul, but was still very intrigued that Eclipse Yuu was very animated in their expression and personality.

Sonic Yuu often naps whenever Eclipse Yuu around due to the comforting nature that Eclipse Yuu has around them.

Bayonetta Yuu helps them with their fashion and often encourages them to take a break.

Lolita Yuu has a dress design concept from them that they managed to draw for her, so she's working on that and also likes listening to their excited rambles about their day and what they did.

OMG THIS IS SO COOL!! I love the idea of Cheka going to Eclipse more than Leona. I think he's pay Yuu to watch over him, since he knows that Yuu won't let anything happen to a kid.

I feel bad for Eclipse and Glitchy not being able to be near each other. Toddler would love them as a older sibling.

Cross being confused would be so funny, I feel like Eclipse would try and explain how they are alive.

Sonic would have good naps with Eclipse. Bayonetta being an older sister confirmed. I feel like Eclipse would gladly be a mannequin for Lolita.

#eclipse yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #fnaf yuu

[666writingcafe]

You Are So Lucky

Leviathan

Some time ago--I don't know when, since I've been too focused on making these costumes to glance at a clock--MC poked their head in my room to ask if I wanted to go out to eat with them and the brothers. Not wanting to stop, I told them no, but asked that they bring something home for me to eat later.

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupts my concentration, and I mutter angrily as I check to see who had the audacity to call me. Any irritation I feel melts away when I see MC's name on my screen.

"Is everything alright?" I ask when I answer the call.

"No." MC's voice is faint, as if they're trying to keep this conversation a secret. "Just listen."

"I told you, I want to order another special Babel parfait!" Great. Beel's throwing a tantrum at the restaurant that they're at. "What about that do you not understand?! I already ate the one you brought earlier, and now I want another!"

"But sir--" I feel bad for the waiter. There's no explaining anything to Beel once he's angry.

"So what if I just ate a parfait that's meant to take four people an entire hour? So what if I did it in 15 minutes? Is there something wrong with that?!"

"We only have so many ingredients, and it's a seasonal item--"

"How is that my problem?! I'm hungry! I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

"That idiot..." Whatever else Lucifer says is drowned out by a bunch of voices yelling at each other.

"Why am I listening to this?" I ask.

"Evidence," MC answers quietly, frustration evident in their voice.

"For what?" Before MC can reply, Mammon yells for people to duck as plates begin breaking.

"This is really getting out of hand." Then why aren't you doing anything to stop it, Asmo? You have the ability to charm people into doing whatever you want, after all!

"Honestly, it's high time Beel learned some patience, which is why--" Silence. Did the line go dead as Satan was talking?

"A plate of pancakes hit Satan in the face," MC commentates softly.

"Oh shit," I respond. This can't be good.

"You! How dare you throw something at me!"

"Satan, calm down." Are you dumb, Lucifer?! You never tell an angry person to calm down, especially if they're the Avatar of Wrath!

"Shut the hell up!"

"What did you say?"

"I'm sick of you and your older brother act!"

"Well, I am your older brother, after all." Lucifer pauses. "Although, in your case, I guess I'm something even greater than that?" He did not just go there.

"And if you're going to criticize me, what about you?" I guess Lucifer wasn't done berating Satan yet. "Do you have to be defiant and hostile all the fucking time? Are you capable of behaving in any other way?"

"Do you need me to come get you?" I ask MC.

"Not yet," they whisper. "Just stay on the line."

"This is all Mammon's fault." Belphie's being unreasonable. I may not like Mammon a whole lot, but even I can acknowledge that he's innocent this time.

"What?! Why?! I didn't even do anything!" You tell them, Mammon!

"If you hadn't dodged that plate when it flew at Satan, it wouldn't have hit him in the face to begin with!" I actually face-palm at Asmo's statement.

"Oh, so you're sayin' it would've been okay for it to hit me?! Well, how would you like it if a plate hit you?!" More yelling and breaking plates.

"Levi." MC's voice is the most audible it's been this entire phone call. "In case I don't make it out alive, I want you to know that I love you and care for you deeply."

"What do you mean, in case you don't make it out alive?!" Silence. My screen indicates that the call has ended.

"Son of a bitch." I get up and stretch before grabbing a jacket off the floor and rushing out of my room. "If MC dies because of this, this entire realm will feel my wrath."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

[ask-thearchivists]

so, have you run into any mortals while not currently on a planet?

The Charmer: Oh, a few times. The really advanced ones enjoy going out into space, and observing space in general, which means if we're not careful they'll spot us before we spot them. They don't tend to believe what they're seeing, since all mortals require protection from space but we require none of that. So they'll see something that looks like a singular living being moving through space under their own power, which, from their perspective, is impossible, and unimaginable.

The Cartographer: One time I came across a mortal who had been lost from their spaceship. She had gone to the exterior to do some repairs and was struck off of the craft by space debris, launching her into space. The technology of the mortal species she belonged to was not advanced enough to have the capabilities to retrieve her. She thought she had died when I flew up to her and spoke to her, since no sound can travel in space, except with our speech magic.

The Curator: Oh, I remember this! This is one of the only times we were all permitted to go to the planet and interact with mortals, and you got to lead that Collection.

The Cartographer: Yeah! She had almost run out of the contained atmosphere she was breathing when I found her, so I put her in an artificial atmosphere. A bit of a faux pas on my part, she got extremely scared when I removed her helmet so she could breathe it. We talked for a bit and she told me roughly where to go to bring her home. The mortals were all in such awe that they listened to her when she said to assist me with my mission.

The Charmer: It was actually a very good experience, because this was one of the first times we encountered a species at that level of advancement and didn't have any major conflicts. They always tend to respond more receptively to us telling them we are space-faring aliens, which I suppose it technically true. Though we all refuse to act like our magic is advanced technology because that just isn't remotely true. Helped us develop a very effective guide for interactions with advanced species.

#ask blog #ask the archivists #asks are open #toh the archivists #the owl house #toh #toh oc #the archivists #id in alt text

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi!

I’ve been wanting to create a Tulpa for awhile now, but have been reading up on it a ton before actually doing so.

I just started talking to my Tulpa today, and I have a few questions..

(I’m not trying to rush or anything, I understand that it can take time and patience.)

How do I know if my Tulpa can hear me? Or if she’s even listening? I’ve been talking to her throughout the day, but she can’t talk yet(or chooses not to, I’m not sure?) I have felt head pressures though, which I’ve read is common and a good thing? Is that her communicating with me?

how do I know if it’s actually my Tulpa responding to me and not just my brain making me THINK she is?

that’s it for now, I believe! Hope you have a good day/night <33

Hi there! Great job studying first instead of leaping right into it! A lot of people go straight to making a tulpa without taking everything into consideration first.

Head pressure is sometimes seen as an early form of communication. Or at least a sign that the practice is working. It's definitely a good sign.

You may also want to be on the lookout for emotional communication, often referred to as "tulpish" in the tulpa community. When a tulpa isn't able to speak, you may instead feel something else instead. Emotions like happiness or love. Or even mental images that don't feel like they came from you.

how do I know if it’s actually my Tulpa responding to me and not just my brain making me THINK she is?

Often, the best thing to do is just... trust that it's her.

If you hear a thought that feels like it's her, talk back to it and see if it further responds. Remember that ANY interaction is going to be generated in your brain.

In my experience, voices in your head come in two roughly varieties. Spontaneous thoughts which are random, and agentive voices which are capable of thinking themselves. Your own inner monologue is one agentive voice. You're a distinct agent with its own sense of self in your brain.

Are you thinking your thoughts? Or is your brain just making you think that you're thinking them? How can you know? Does it matter?

In my opinion, if the thoughts don't feel like they're under your conscious control, then they're not your thoughts. If the thoughts eventually come to display a consistent sense of self with autobiographical memories, then they aren't spontaneous thoughts.

But early on in development, the tulpa's thoughts may feel a little like spontaneous thoughts since they aren't fully developed.

So when you hear thoughts that sound or feel like they come from her, trust that they're her thoughts. If you're wrong, she can correct you later when she can better communicate and nothing is lost.

Best of luck to you both on your new journey!

#tulpa #tulpamancy #pro tulpa #tulpagenic #pluralgang #plural system #plural #plurality #endogenic #multiplicity #system #systems #endogenic system #pro endo #pro endogenic #endo safe #actually plural #sysblr #real system #actually a system

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)

Chapter 19

Chapter 20:

Yuu made her way to the group of boys, Grim chatting animatedly while Ace seemed to roll his eyes playfully. Deuce stood to the side, listening to Grim chatter away. 

“Hey guys!” She called, making her way over to them. 

“Geez dude, what took ya?” Ace asked. 

“Nothing much… What are you guys even talking about?” She asked, raising a brow. 

“Just glad we managed to avoid the expulsion.” Deuce smiled. 

“Pshh, no kidding!” Ace agreed. 

“I'm a student at Night Raven College!” Grim sang, his tail flicking excitedly. “I'm gonna be the top mage on campus in no time. Enjoy eating my dust, boys!” He meowed another cocky laugh, his nose pointed upwards as he exuded a proud air. Yuu couldn’t help but smile at her furry charge. 

“HA!Big words for a sentient pile of lint who's literally only half a student.” Ace scoffed before his tone softened just a bit. “Still... Good for you.” 

Yuu smirked at Ace, who seemed to notice and quickly averted his gaze. 

“Look at that! Never knew you were capable of congratulating someone~!” She teased, making Ace turn a brilliant red. 

“Man… shut up!” Yuu barked a laugh, her eyes closing slightly. 

“Nope!” She responds, allowing Grim to crawl up to her shoulders as she readjusted the bottle in her arms. 

Yuu hears a snort from Deuce, who gives her a crooked smile. “I guess we're schoolmates now. Grim, Yuu- welcome to Night Raven.” 

“The pleasure’s all mine!” Yuu bows her head with a brilliant smile. 

Ace releases a groan that would rival any young boy’s reaction to topics deemed boring. “Okay, seriously, can we quit it with that stuff?” 

Deuce simply rolled his eyes, letting out a huff that suspiciously resembled the beginnings of a chuckle. “We'll be seeing each other all the time now. We'll see what a pleasure that turns out to be.” The blue-haired boy turned toward his ginger counterpart, raising a brow. “Especially you, Ace, since we're in the same dorm.” 

“Yeaaah, can't say I'm jazzed to see your smug, self-important scowl every day.” Ace said, stretching slightly. 

“Better than your lazy, dopey grin.” Deuce retorted playfully as the two began to walk away.

“Keep bawling, crybaby. I haven't forgotten how you almost wept when he said you were expelled.” Quipped Ace before he turned toward Yuu. 

“Oh yeah… Catch ya later, Yuu.” 

The young woman studied the figures of the two boys round the corner, arguing with each other, before she released a sigh, clutching the bottle of lemon-ginger ale. 

“Those two seem like they're made for each other.” She stated, adjusting her balance as Grim shifted his weight, yawning.

“C'mon, Yuu, let's get back to the dorm!” Grim curled himself slightly around her neck, forming somewhat of a fur scarf. 

“Tomorrow when we wake, it won't be as janitors. Finally, finally…” Grim muttered, his tail slapping Yuu in the face as it wagged. “My glorious education as a proper Night Raven College student is about to begin!” 

“Grim, keep your tail under control or I’m making you walk!” She sputtered, making her way toward the Ramshackle dorm. 

As she walked, her mind flew to the memories of the day, how she'd managed to get the others to work together, and the familiar feeling inside the mine. Yuu thought about the many outcomes that could have put the life of herself or her unborn child in danger, and she gave a silent thanks to whatever force had allowed her to return safely. 

Carefully, her free hand made its way to her stomach, finding comfort in the knowledge that her child was alright. She prayed that everything would turn out alright, allowing herself a small smile.  

Maybe things will turn out okay after all. 

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End of Prologue… 

Book 1, Chapter 1

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #nyx nightshade #twst oc #preg!mc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland prologue #twst crowley #twst ace #twst deuce #twst grim

[samatheia229]

Rise Rant: Leo's Sword Situation

Yes, this is a call-out post.

I obsessively reload the Rottmnt page on AO3 every day so I'm caught up with most of the new/updated fics, which is how this phenomena came to my attention.

There are a decent amount of fics where Leo still uses an odachi instead of his iconic twin katana after unlocking Hamato Ninpō. I know some Rise fans were unhappy with the reversion to the OG weapons and stick with the mystic weapons, and there's nothing wrong with that. You do you. I've even seen some fic authors write Leo using both odachi and twin katana interchangeably. Great!

My issue is with the group of people who seem to think that post-Ninpō, Leo wields TWO ODACHI.

I was reading a fic yesterday where one commenter (we'll call them OP) 'informs' the author that Leo uses twin odachi post-Ninpo, not katana.

Someone else replied, saying something along the lines of "I thought the garden trowels turn into twin katana. They're different from what I remember."

Then OP responded to the reply like "Nah, it's odachis. Imagine how strong Leo must be to wield two at once!"

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel's back for me.

WHERE DID THIS IDEA COME FROM? Denial? Glorification of Rise? Misinformation? Something else? All of the above?

Odachi and katana are very different swords from appearance alone. You don't need knowledge of martial arts to know this.

Still in denial? Here's the proof.

Katana have thinner blades and wide hilts. Odachi are much bigger and heavier, and in the show clearly have a wider and longer blade.

IRL comparison. The odachi is bigger and longer than the tachi (the smallest sword in the 1st pic) and the katana is smaller/shorter than the tachi.

This size/length difference remains true in the show. The odachi is almost as big as Leo at his full height while his twin katana only take up roughly the vertical length of his shell. There are some inconsistencies because the show has too much going on to really focus on sword length, but still.

If you're still not convinced, then let's talk animator logic. Except Donnie, all the turtles use their OG weapons in the beginning of the pilot episode. The katana in Leo's hands are basically identical to the katana he wields post-Ninpō.

The way the two swords are drawn in the show are also visually different.

Just from a logical standpoint, it's obvious that Leo would not be using two odachi. We've seen him wield his odachi with one hand so it's entirely possible that he's capable of using two at once, but even so it's hardly practical and even just plain inefficient, especially when you take into account his sword-throwing teleportation move. It doesn't matter that Leo could do it. Two giant, heavy swords are just cumbersome and impractical for a fighter who relies on speed and mobility.

Headcanons that glorify Rise are one thing. The "bio-engineered soldiers of war" headcanon is fanon because there are many uncertain factors so who's to say it can't be canon. However, spreading very blatant misinformation of canon, like this debacle with Leo's swords, is not okay.

TL;DR: Rise Leo uses one (1) mystical odachi for most of the series but uses twin katana after unlocking Ninpō.

If you still can't see it, then you are — to put it harshly — either blind or stupid, neither of which are mutually exclusive.

Thank you for listening to (reading) my TED Talk.

#rise ponderings #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #odachi vs katana #Anyone else ever notice this? Or am I just sensitive? #You want to live in Wonderland? Fine. Just don't drag the rest of us down the rabbit hole with you. #Stop the Twin Odachi Agenda #Anti-Twin Odachi Squad #the pics aren't mine

[kagedbird]

Continuation from this

Allora: Please just go grab some supplies from the stores. I'll be fine.

Kaidan: I don't want to leave you alone with him-

Allora: I'll be fine. I know you're getting annoyed with him. Go cool off for a bit. Take a break. Sell off our junk, get some ale and food.

Kaidan: I ain't going to rest much with you being alone with him.

Allora: *stares deadpan* Go. This is no longer up for debate.

Inigo: *claps Kaidan's shoulder* Come friend, let us go. I do not know about you, but I could certainly use more arrows.

Kaidan: *sighs* ...Fine. But one thing.

Allora: Yes?

Kaidan: Keep the horn close. I'll be listening for it. Any instance of you feeling unsafe... please. Use it.

Allora: *smiles softly and takes out the horn he gave her, settling it on her belt in arms reach with a loose leather strip* Okay. Better?

Kaidan: *cups the back of her head, nodding* Aye. Be safe. We'll be back around noon.

Allora: Okay. Have fun you three!

Lucien: *waves* I'll be sure to keep an eye on them both.

Allora: *waves until they're gone, sighing and turning to Taliesin* ...Come on. We're going back to camp.

Taliesin: Not going to yank me by my restraints today?

Allora: You're a big boy. You can walk on your own. And if you think you can escape before I shoot you in the legs... by all means, try.

Taliesin: *chuckles, following along* You're quite ferocious. Required for the job of Dragonborn, I'm sure.

Allora: *doesn't respond, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for dangers on the way back to camp*

Taliesin: So, are you going to interrogate me now that we're alone? Frighten me for Thalmor secrets? Hurt me in horrendous ways and heal them before your associates know what cruelties you're capable of?

Allora: *gives him a discomforted glance before pushing the brush hiding the entrance to the camp aside* ...No. I just wanted to talk.

Taliesin: *surprised as she motions for him to sit next to the fire, taking a seat* Talk? Just talk? My, you are an oddity.

Allora: *sits down close by but gives him plenty of space* Because I don't want people to be hurt in a world that's all ready hurting?

Taliesin: Because you saw me committing murder and haven't taken justice for them.

Allora: I'm taking my own kind of justice. Harm should not equal harm. It should equal taking responsibility. I do regret one thing since taking you in.

Taliesin: And what's that?

Allora: I should have made you bury them. That was your responsibility. But... I was so... upset. I didn't want them to feel more violated, I guess, by letting you touch them more. I promised them on their graves that I would make amends for them. So I'm doing that. I would like to ask you questions.

Taliesin: ...Ask them, I suppose. You planned on doing it, and I am quite curious.

Allora: Why did you follow those orders?... You made it sound like you didn't want to.

Taliesin: You've never been in a position to do something you didn't want to, clearly.

Allora: I have, and it's not up to you to debate my life. I'm not the one who murdered innocents. Why did you kill them?

Taliesin: It is the duty of the Thalmor to dispose of those who worship the false god Talos. My superiors gave me a job. It is not about what my thoughts or feelings are on the matter.

Allora: ...Why do the Thalmor want to kill Talos worshippers?

Taliesin: You truly don't know? You look to be of age... have you been living under a rock?

Allora: I know about the Concordat. White-Gold Tower. I just want to know why elves- why this group of elves hate him so much. Humor me.

Taliesin: ...*leans back a bit to stretch before sighing* You may know of the Concordat but the hatred spreads far more than just spite for a human Emperor. He was content once, you know. To rule alongside us, despite knowing his prophecy of ruling all of Tamriel.

Allora: ...

Taliesin: But when time came, and he was offered power that no one could feasibly handle, much less a man. He used power of a stolen god to achieve brutality, conquest, and many Altmer who are still alive from that time lived during his reign of terror. The ultimatum of living a life under his iron clad fist or becoming a time-wound in the sea is not something you easily choose between. Many are bitter, understandably. Especially with how men raise their spawn, giving them only select bits and pieces of information of a history of such a heinous individual... Allora: *inclines her chin* I understand that.

Taliesin: Do you?

Allora: Of course. The tales of history only ever align with the victor. Never those who suffered during it. I can see why they'd be so pissed off. What did you mean that he used the power of a stolen god though?

Taliesin: I'm afraid I don't know all the details, but from what I've learned, Tiber Septim was given the power of the Numidium from the false god Vivec.

Allora: Numidium? Vivec? I haven't heard of them before.

Taliesin: My question of you having lived under a rock must be true, given how defensive you were earlier.

Allora: All right, wise ass. Tell me more. Please.

Taliesin: ...Very well. Might I have a drink first? I'm quite parched.

Allora: *gives a faint smile* Sure.

#tes #Skyrim Taliesin #skyrim lucien #skyrim kaiden #skyrim inigo #TESSDE AU #Listen SOMEONE'S gotta tell her #And it'll be a LONG while before she learns in the main storyline #She's gonna be PISSED when she learns what some of these gods have done #Talos ain't that great of a guy sorry #Ysgramor neither tbh. Fuckin douche.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Ohhh i'm gonna be real silly, self indulgent even, so here's a long one for you.

From what i've read the player is usually like 20 to 30 something years old, but like what if they were younger? In a world where murder is the norm, that can't be good for them, like I said in that one post.

I mean like yeah, you're not that yung but compared to everybody else in madcom? They would be so confused, how did a 17/18 year old (with godlike powers mind you) with no prior knowledge about weapons or firearms help them so effortlessly through wave after wave of danger. Back then when you hadn't been kidnaped you were so carefree yet caring for the boys and their health, now you're an anxious mess who clings to them for protection. Anything seems to set you off, smal sounds in the late hours of the night? The next day there's bags under your eyes, accidentally stubbing your toe or hitting your elbow? you're at the verge of tears, A gun goes off? Instant panic attack.

Due to this Doc wants to give you medication to help with the stress but he's afraid how your body would react to the medesun considering your different anatomy. so he (with your consent) takes samples of your body and studies them, like spit, skin, hari etc. Though he realizes that you seem calmer when you do smal tasks, so he assigns you puzzles to solve, things to reorganize and arrange to your heart's content, anything to get your mind off things, it's also kinda endearing and fascinating to him. It's not everyday you're in the presence of an otherworldly being, so in a further attempt at consoling you he asks about your hobbies, what you did for a living, you respond with short answers. It wasn't till the “conversation” went south and you started talking extensively about history, space and religion, among other things of your interest that were harder to describe, like games, and that they were in a game. Doc came to the conclusion that you just have an interesting way of explaining the unexplainable, like other worlds and dimensions beyond any grunt's understanding.

If you're this yung in Nevada of all places, and you react this badly to being misplaced into another world, fuck. Welp, congratulations, you got yourself a group of some protective motherfuckers, they would probably try to find a way to get you back to your own world, they can't stand seeing you this upset. Though in the meantime they would try to make it bearable. Keyword, try.

Deimos and Sanford would be like older siblings, Deimos the more chill and laid back that would let you get oway with things while Sanford is a bit more strikt, Doc is the resident's grandpa™  while Hank is the weird uncle.

Hank is very bad at comforting, big shocker, but if you want to be alone, he will leave the house, if you ask for a hug, he'll hug you. It's just that he doesn't know what to do next, so in the beginning it would be kinda awkward.

Sanford is a mama's boy, he's got more experience with stuff like this, kinda. He knows how to cook so comfort food is something he would be glad to make for you, if they have the ingredients, that is. Otherwise Deimos could stop by at Gils and get a burger from there. Hell, him or Hank could even bring you a hot dog from that one guy.

(heh, i've been listening to Shiny recently and was reminded of the line “i ate my grandma, and it took a week because she was absolutely humongous” and i can imagine Doc interpreting that as when humans grow with age they become taller and bigger. It's got the same existential dread of knowing the height of the teletubbies, if they are so massive and they're just infants, then how big are the parents?)

Also, if you were to have sibling(s) or parent(s) that you won't shut up about then that could imprint a “baby bird being taken from their nest and its parent is furiously looking for it” type of scenario so there's a sense of urgency in their pursuit of getting you home. If you're capable of changing time, materializing weapons and cars out of nowhere then what would your older family members be capable of? They may not get much from this but it's better than whatever wrath they could bestow upon them.

And like, Yo, platonic yandere SQ?

Skinner giving you a piece of candy after each check up no matter how minimal it was. Dave limiting himself by trying not to drink around you or as much if he knows he will be meeting up with you. Q Bert being wary of your sensitive hearing and puting silencers on the guns. Pava taking extra measures to make sure the food is to your liking. Bossman checking that the potential mercenaries he interviews don't have a motive to hurt you and are up to snuff with some very specific questions. Victor teaching you helpful skills if you find yourself in a tricky situation and he or the others aren't around to help. So in conclusion, no matter the circumstances they got your back, some in more subtle ways than others.

But that's if the SQ gets a hold of you first, or after, the Auditor and Phobos would be such a source of anxiety. The employees would have already known your age and have prepared for that, Phobos however? If there wasn't an age written in the file or a statement about your adolescence then he's sure to be surprised when he finds out his god is just coming of age. He would have to do so much backpedaling, not that he couldn't improvise but all those plans he made with you in mind were of you being an adult, not a “soon to be adult”. He's furious at himself if anything for not making the plans flexible enough if there needed to be changes. He had planned to take you on a tour around Nevada, a gala in your honer, a fucking press conferences. And considering the state you're in you don't even look like you could handle any of them. Ohhh. If he could die of failure it would be right then and there, but not in front of his god, despite feeling like he shot himself in the foot three hundred times.

And when the scientist trio catch wind of this, they all have pretty different reactions, Hofnarr might be curious and even eager to meet you but his concern outshines his desires once he gets the gravity of the situation. Christof, much like Hofnarr, was eager to meet you, until he realized that you're just entering adulthood. The actions of the employers enraged him that they would put you into a situation like this. And that Phobos constant attention seemed to keep you on your toes (god forbid if he makes you cry). He tries to make it better by suggesting that he's got something to show you, giving you an excuse to avoid the dictator. And Crackpot is just confused, if a  bit miffed that you're hogging Phobos' attention (unintentionally) everytime you decide to come out of your room. Hofnarr would probably do something similar like Jeb by giving you something to draw on, to occupy yourself if Phobos insistent rants get annoying.

Phobos doesn't want to undermine you but by how skittish you are he can't help but baby you, of course you're nervous, this isn't your world, not your home domain, he bets that Nevada couldn't compare, and from the little he's heard from you he's right to think so.

On another note, I feel like you would accidentally discover some of your powers with the scientist boys, you would be going over statistics on a computer, bored out of your mind and nonchalantly ask “cool, but can it run Doom?”... It was history from there.

HOO, that's a heaping pile of informationone`! I do think that the Player, if an adolescent, would be considered very vulnerable to Nevada and it's share of woes. The Player would definitely have the SQ unit as protection and all of SQ making sure to take care of them. Meanwhile, the chaos of finally understanding that the god wasn't even FULLY GROWN is tough for all of them to sink into. I mean, what were you capable of becoming once you grow? I like to personally view it as young Players are typical consumers, they romp around worlds made by more experienced developers. Meanwhile, if they hone their skills enough and get the right tools together, they can develop entire digital worlds, similar to Nevada. So it's like the young Player has a potential to grow up and make worlds, which will probably make the grunts feel so shook.

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[goonerjoon]

Hi! Could you please write yandere Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Reader is sensitive and emotional. Baekhyun rude and soft. They are fighting because of jeaolusy. Reader is sad and has pain. Something angst and fluff please!

this darkness that swallowed the scream

this is before reader runs away so they're pregnant with their second child after the voyeurism incident.

yandere Baekhyun/pregnant reader | jealousy | pregnant sex | rough oral sex | choking | face slapping | anal sex | overstimulation | orgasm delay/denial | noncon | hurt little comfort | hair pulling | squirting | rimming | pussy slapping | angst and fluff | fluff | biting

The burning feeling in your heart was all-consuming, you couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if you left. Maybe Baekhyun would move on, he seemed particularly interested in some girl from work, coming home to talk about how well she did her job. It hurt you in more ways than you knew were capable and you started to act weird around him because of that hurt.

Baekhyun noticed right away and started to get even shorter with you. He'd order you around more, trying to finish work faster so he could be home to watch you. But he'd also love you gently when you'd get to bed asking you if you were okay, you'd respond the same every time saying you're fine. He never pushed but knew something was wrong and it hurt you even more.

It went on for months, the fighting, you were getting close to the end of your pregnancy only 4 months to go and with each day he only got angrier with you. You'd gotten jealous after he had spent all dinner talking about his female colleague, ignoring him while you washed the dishes. Baekhyun had come up behind you nails digging into your waist asking why you were being so bitchy, you'd ignored him. He'd dragged you up the stairs by your hair bringing you into your bedroom taking his belt off and hitting you over the back with it. Leaving you on the floor to cry he'd left the room leaving the house entirely your heart ached even more thinking about what he could've been doing.

You'd been sat on the couch with your firstborn cradled in your arms when Baekhyun got home the next day. He hasn't looked at you only taking the baby from you, feeding them a bottle, and putting them down for bed. Coming back downstairs he'd looked at you disappointment clear in his eyes, you could notice the faint smell of perfume clinging to him, tears clung to your eyes as he stepped before you.

"You've been so bad haven't you huh? Why's that? Been whoring yourself out for someone else?" Baekhyun said grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to look at him. Reaching down he ran his hand across your cheek almost lovingly but you knew better and he struck you hard leaving your skin smarting.

"Are you listening to me? Do I have to punish you? You know I don't like to do that so how about you answer me huh?" He got in your face your noses almost touching but you refused to talk instead trying to look down. Scoffing he pushed you off the couch quickly undoing his belt, and pulling the zipper of his slacks down. He stepped in front of you dragging you to your knees with a hand on your throat, his cock jutted obscenely out of his trousers precum already beading at the tip.

Running his cockhead along your bottom lip, he pushed your top lip upwards rubbing his dick across your teeth. "Open." His voice was already deep and husky and you obeyed opening up for him to lick at your teeth. Baekhyun groaned grabbing the back of your head and forcing himself past your lips, you didn't gag as he started to slam into your mouth as fast as he could manage moaning above you. Wetness pooled between your legs as he used you to his heart's content. Spit spilled down your chin dripping to the floor as he pulled himself out of your mouth.

Baekhyun grabbed your shoulder pushing you down onto the floor headfirst he lifted your dress pulling your panties to the side. His fingers skitted over your hole collecting all the slick that had pooled there, he shoved three fingers into your roughly fucking them inside of you. His fingers jammed into your sweet spot as you squealed into the rug beneath you, slick ran down your thighs, a wet squelching noise filling the air as you came violently. Teeth scraped over your ass cheek as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you not letting up even as you reached between your legs trying to push him away. He bit and sucked at your lower back licking at the place where his fingers met your cunt slick flowing freely coating his hand as you came for the second time.

Fingers slipped out of you leaving you feeling empty as he lapped at the juices covering your folds. His tongue slid up licking at your perineum before meeting with your asshole slipping inside of you easily. He sucked and licked at your rim as his hand slipped between your legs again slapping lightly at your clit, you tried to pull away as he slapped at you harder his other hand firm on your thigh, a warning. Baekhyun slapped you twice more before you screamed wetness shooting out of you coating the bottom half of his face, you whimpered as he pulled away wiping the mess off of him, slicking himself up with your cum.

Getting up onto his knees, he kneeled behind you running the head of himself over your folds before going up even higher pressing himself insistently against your asshole. He slid inside in one smooth motion rocking you forward from the force, he gave you no time to adjust as he started a rough pace. He thrust in and out of you taking you as he pleased, his nails digging into your waist his teeth biting at your shoulder blades.

"Don't cum until I say so understood? If you do I'll make sure your punishment is even more severe." His hand gripped your pussy his nails digging into your folds as you nodded. His pace sped up even more as he bit at your neck, drawing blood it spilling down off your shoulder onto the floor. Baekhyun rutted into pulling his cock out of you fully before slamming back in, your orgasm built inside of you and you desperately tried to hold it at bay.

"Always so tight for me aren't you? When you listen well you get to cum whenever you want but you've been bad haven't you baby? Just can't listen to your owner anymore, can you? It's okay I like it when you fight me gives me a reason to hurt you more." The more he spoke the more your core throbbed and the faster he fucked you, his rhythm started to falter as you clenched around him your orgasm approaching even quicker than before.

"I can't please I can't sir please please please I'll be good for you please sir." Baekhyun moaned into your ear slapping at your clit as he pulsed inside of you filling you up with his cum.

"C'mon cum for me now baby." Relentlessly he slapped even harder at your cunt slick dripping out of you in a long stream, your orgasm washed over you abruptly your legs locking up as you squirted all over the rug beneath you. Baekhyun kissed your neck rubbing your sides before standing.

"Clean this up yeah?" He tucked himself into his slacks patting you on the head before making his way upstairs.

The next day early in the morning he kissed you softly muttering how much he loved you, his hand rested on your extended belly. He was soft and gentle with you throughout the day taking the day off of work to spend time with you. Baekhyun's hands never left you always wrapped around your waist, your stomach, or enclosed in your own. Bathing you that night he told you how much he cared for you and how happy he was to have you be his but you need to listen, you'd silently nodded as he kissed you tenderly his hands running up your sides cupping one of your swollen breasts possessively.

And as you drifted off to sleep together that night you could only think about how much you loved him, no jealousy just love.

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[humming-pokemon-helpers]

One of my favorite things about talking to Pokémon is coming to understand how they parse human language. This is, funny enough, best exemplified by how my Pokémon respond to being called a "little jerk" (affectionately)--minus Dolly. I'm not skilled enough at sign to convey the feeling of "I love you but you're being a real pain" without hurting her feelings, and hurting Dolly's feelings would make me very very sad. (Write-up of the rest of them under the cut!)

Momo, Wingman, and Maamaa are in the "sweet little creature" category. They can read my tone of voice, but they don't get that "little jerk" is a complaint. They are blissfully unaware and for all they care, I could be calling them a saint or cursing them out as long as it's in that tone of voice and isn't directly tied to a command or something rewarding. Words don't matter, just tone.

Fruit Rollup and Soda fall into what I call the "don't care, didn't ask" coalition. They're pretty solitary creatures, and they don't really care for my praise either way. (Or at least, verbal praise. Fruit Rollup loves pets so she can poison me like an evil little bug, and Soda just wants fruit.) Thus, reading their understanding of tone is tough, though they do respond to a stern tone when needed!

Shuu and Amadeus fall into the "word prioritization" category. They both listen carefully to what I say, and as lovingly as I say it, they don't like being called little jerks. Even when it's true. </3 Cue the teenage angst. (I expect them to grow out of this at least a little, since they are capable of understanding both language and tone!)

Wolfgang, Chiru, and Ringogo fall under my "full understanding" category. This makes sense, considering they're my three longest-standing battling partners, and understanding each other well is pretty conducive to that. (Also one of them's quite literally my brother.) They've all developed their own, unique, loving reactions to my teasing, including: rolling their eyes (Wolfy), singing even louder to annoy me further (Chiru), or simply laying their head in my lap and calming down (Ringogo).

Now, my Vanillite also falls under the "full understanding" category. Just with a new caveat. "Full understanding, no remorse". In other words, he's perfectly aware that I am calling him a jerk. He is also perfectly aware that I am trying to gently redirect him from the situation. Neither of these facts faze him in his continued quest to bowl over the entire Unova region by the time I'm done my holiday festivities. I should probably check his level again, to make sure he didn't get out some other way... little guy knows how to break out of Pokéballs, too.

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