#but in a way that can exist but shouldn’t

[petrapalerno]

Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #12

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.

MASTER POST

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The entrance to the hunting cave is nearly invisible. Golden vines twine over the leather door flap, nearly obscuring it from view. 

Sweat drips off your brow. The humidity of the jungle is so different from the dusty deserts of this planet. You find it hard to believe these two eco systems exist so close to each other. 

Drohako removes the saddle bag from Graysi and sets them near the rocky wall of the cave.

Pushing through the saffron colored brush, you notice the sweat on your arms mingling with the blood of the fallen alien attacker. 

You took someone’s life, extinguishing it in a single act. A full fucking grown Volkroth warrior. 

And he fucking deserved it. 

You think about your life before, how you wouldn’t be able to do what you had just done. 

But things are different now. You love an alien barbarian, you’re carrying his child, and you’ve run away from what little civilization exists on this planet. 

You should feel worse about murdering someone, shouldn’t you? 

Drohako’s hand caresses along the messy skin of your arm. 

“Your first kill?” He questions, although you can tell that he already knows the answer when you nod. “You are strong, you protected your family—wear his blood with honor.” 

Our family. 

You push your way through the overgrowth on the door and into the cave. 

As the leather flap snaps free from the grasping vines, dirt sprays and you cough, your lungs assaulted by the dust. 

The hunting cave is even more primitive than you expected. Unlike where you’ve fled from, there are no comforts. No furs line the sleeping space, the fire pit is tiny, and a thick layer of dust coats everything. 

“You don’t get to do much hunting, do you?” You ask with a sarcastic smile. 

“Hunting seasons are short, especially in spawning years,” he shrugs, pushing past you. 

Drohako removes the incubation pod from his satchel as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. His thick fingers struggling to hold the tech just barely bigger than a gallon of milk.

“Hard to think you were ever that small,” you sigh as you flop down and pat your slightly swollen belly. “I feel like I can’t even feel him in there, you know?” 

A panicked look flashes across his purple face. 

“I mean, he’s in there, but I thought it would feel different—like a parasite.” Your alien frowns, and you get that your choice of words has you sounding less than enthused. 

“What I mean is, it doesn’t feel wrong—it feels natural, like it was meant to be.”

When you look back up at my mate’s face, you can see his gaze soften. 

“It’s fate,” He tells you. “Come, the pod needs a blood sample to activate.” 

He reaches his scarred hand out to you, pulling you to standing. When he taps a button along the incubation pod’s side, a robotic arm pops out. 

“It’s strange Volkroth’s births are so high tech, aren’t it? Because, well,” You gesture broadly to your surroundings. The primitive cave isn’t really where you would expect the Volkroth to live after seeing this little space age orb of white metal and glass. 

“We choose to live in the ways of our ancestors—but we’ve adapted to breed without female Volkroth, and it’s mostly thanks to this tech,” He keepings talking even after the little robot arm pokes your finger with a quickly appearing needle. 

“Ouch!” you yelp, as Drohako grabs your hand to prevent it from recoiling from the machine. 

“Still, it’ll be over in a second,” he mutters as he watches the collection tube meet the small droplet of blood welling on your fingertip. With a whoosh, the machine sucks the sanguine fluid away.

As the blood enters the pod, it glows with an orange light. The intensity pulsing like a heartbeat. 

“Done. That wasn’t so bad, now was it my tiny warrior?” His face is filled with pride as he stares down at your still blood covered body.

“Well, no, but—“ he interrupts your words by sucking your finger into his mouth, his rough tongue licking the needle’s wound.

“I promise you pleasure earlier,” he growls as my finger drops from his lips. The sound of his voice is making your pussy quickly slicker, as if on his command. 

When you feel his hand go lower, skirting the hem of your wrap. You grab his wrist. 

“Stop.”

Maybe you’re still full of adrenaline from the attack, or maybe this feeling has always been under the surface–but you want to be in control for the first time in your life. 

“Mate?” His body is frozen, maybe shocked by your command.

“I think I’d like to call the shots this time,” you whisper to your barbarian.

“That’s new,” Drohako cocks an eyebrow. The muscles of his body relax slightly, but his eyes bored into you with a new intensity. “So, what do you want?” 

“I want you to listen, but don’t worry–you’ll enjoy yourself if you do. Will you be a good boy for me?” 

His pupils dilate and he looks like he can taste colors as he looks at you with hooded eyes. 

“If that’s what my mates wants, a good boy is what she’ll get.” 

“I need something comfortable to lie down on,” you say with an unpracticed coolness that surprises you both. 

Drohako swiftly steps past you, pushing the leather flap out of his way, as he grabs the saddle bags from outside. Once back indoors, he kicks some dead leaves and twigs away, clearing a spot on the dirt floor. 

He looks at you with a pleased smile as he unrolls a few of the thick yellow furs from your former home. 

“This will do.” You shrug off your makeshift clothing, already feeling one hundred percent better than before. There’s something so natural about wearing nothing at all around Drohako that makes your heart sing. 

His gaze on your naked body is that of a predator’s, hungry and all-consuming. You lay down slowly, deliberately, spreading your legs so he can take in the view. 

He inhales sharply and pushes the heel of his hand down over his loincloth, onto his quickly hardening bulge. 

“Who said you could touch yourself?” You drawl as my finger traces up your slick lips. “I don’t think I gave you permission.” 

“I thought this was supposed to be fun,” He scowls, clenching his fists at his side. You don’t let the fact that he’s still listening to you go unnoticed. 

“It will be, because the anticipation is part of the pleasure.” 

Whatever’s possessed you to be so bold, you love it. Could it be that letting yourself be used like you’ve always wanted has you finding some new confidence? Have you found my power through being submissive? 

You rub small circles over your clit. The blood of the fallen male mixing with your own slick–Drohako’s breath catches as he watches you work.

“I want you to want me, to feel every pang of desire.” 

You twist your nipple with your free hand, not even attempting to stifle the moan that falls from your lips. 

“Can I touch you, if I can’t touch myself?” His voice is needier than you’ve ever heard it before. 

“Are you uncomfortable? Does my having the control cause you this agony?” You ask him, dipping your fingers into my opening—thrusting deep. “Don’t you wish it was your cock plunging inside me?” 

“Is torture your idea of fun? Does our Volkroth babe fill steel your heart as a barbarian?” Despite his suffering, he smiles. His eyes hold a menacing glint.

“Seeing you squirm is fucking delicious, a reward all in itself.” You pick up your pace, throbbing need ebbs through your core. “Ask me for what you want,” you moan.

Drohako licks his lips, stepping closer. 

“I want to taste you,” he growls. 

“Then crawl and beg me for the honor. Prove to me you want it.”

Drohako, the mighty alien warrior that he is, drops to his knees with a thud. He rakes his nails over the dirt floor, pushing his glorious ass high. Each scrape of his fingers over the ground sends shivers up my spine.

When he finally reaches you, he presses his lips against your trembling skin, worshipping every inch of you with fervent kisses. You moan in ecstasy as he continues to worship at the altar of your pleasure. His tongue laps up your honey, teetering you on the edge of bliss.

You're both consumed by our primal desires, oblivious to the world around you, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other’s bodies. 

“Make me come, mate,” you hiss as you buck your hips, threading your fingers through his coarse hair and wrapping around his horns.

Drohako probes his fingers into you, spreading you wide with his hands alone. When he sucks on your clit, your core pulses sharply and you shatter.

Your legs attempt the snap shut over his ears, but he pushes them open. His tongue is unrelenting. 

“Stop!” your voice is hoarse as you yell. 

Despite his history of loving your overstimulation, he does. With just one word from you, he immediately ceases his ministrations. He’s under your command, afterall.

“You’ve done such a good job, you deserve a reward—” 

“Serving you, mate, is enough.” He pulls himself until his strong jaw rests on your stomach. His face glistens with your juices. 

He brings his hand to either side of your hips, kissing the small swell on your stomach. He stares adoringly at the pooch, and the promise that lies within.

#monster fucker #monster romance #monster smut #monster lover #smut #terato #monsterfuqqer #aliens #alien romance #alien #Petra palerno #STTABshort #i love aliens #monster fuqqer #alien x human #alien x reader

[easy-there-leftovers]

Can be read as a continuation to my previous work about Gale, but can also be read independently.

Today had been a tiring day, especially for their de-facto leader, Gale thinks. The situation at the goblin village could have turned for the worse had you not smooth talked your way through.

And yet you’ve gone back to dueling the fire with your eyes again, he notes. However unlike last time, he chooses to stay put in his own corner of the camp.

Given his last attempt at light but stimulating conversation, he’s mostly sure that he will never do such a thing ever again. Lest he wants to feel the less than comfortable stares of everyone awake when he returns to his tent.

Alone and unaccompanied.

Doesn’t mean that he can’t observe you from here though. While he should be reading up on a rather interesting book he picked up from today’s skirmish, the pages haven’t been graced with his eyes quite nearly as much as your form.

Naturally, he doesn’t realize this until something, or rather someone, catches his attention.

Astarion.

Usually not one to leave his own comfortable area of the camp, it was surprising to see him choose to settle in at a bedroom nearer the fire.

To approach you in such a manner. Almost as if you were familiar with another.

“Which couldn’t be since you would have only met one another after the crash,” he reasons.

He makes a comment from his lax position on his bedroll. Opens the conversation with you the same way that he’s certain he did a few nights ago, and yet the response couldn’t be more different.

The action draws what looks to be an exasperated sigh from you, but Gale notices your eyes soften at the elf’s remark. You don’t turn to face him, but still respond while focusing on the camp’s light.

Astarion stands to be nearer to you, perhaps trying to convince you of something, as he slings an arm around your shoulder. Face, nearing yours. The thumb of his slung-over hand seemingly grazing the skin of your exposed collarbone, uncovered by the looser strings of your shirt.

Gale feels his jaw slacken as he watches this very scene unfold before him. The book, long forgotten as the strength in his arm wanes, almost dropping it. He feels his eyes bug out of his skull when he sees you place your hand on top the pale fellow’s in what he can only assume is an affectionate gesture.

He’ll admit, perhaps he wasn’t paying attention to you earlier in the days you reunited. With the way you were avoiding him, it seemed like you wanted him to forget you existed or pretend like you didn’t know each other.

But how could he?

How could he when you inspired him so?

How could he when your wit and creativity showed him more ways the weave could be practiced?

How could he when he knew that all your friends had always been more like Aatarion’s type, and that you’ve always seemed to avoid his?

He supposed he shouldn’t be be surprised then, if he claims to know you so well. It was inevitable that you would warm up to the elf so quickly. Alike in charm and nerve.

And if you still haven’t warmed up to the wizard in the years of study you shared, he doubts you ever will.

Ah, but where will all this conjecture get him? He’s still dealing with the loss of Mystra’s favor and it’s vicious consequences. What use would it be to watch like this?

He takes one last look at your joined hands before he sees you respond and heads in to his tent. Perhaps a bit of rest will help temper whatever wave of emotions it is that washes over him.

“Astarion.” You warn with your warmer hand atop his.

“Hm?”

You turn your head to look at him and you’re greeted by that self-aggrandizing smirk that always curls up on his face.

The sight makes you sigh. No answer to his earlier question will get you out of this.

Tricky bastard.

“Your fingers are cold.” He clicks his tongue at that, but removes himself from your form anyway. A catty, “you’re no fun” leaving his lips as he distances himself from you.

He smiles anyway and tilts his head to the side. Standing to rest all his weight on one leg, and waves you off with one hand.

“I’ll see you later, I’m sure.” You shakes your head at that and turn to leave.

“Good night Astarion.”

“Sweet dreams, dear mage.”

He’s convinced you enough to try.

#bg3 x reader #not proofread #I’m going to sleep now #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios x tav #Gale of Waterdeep #gale of waterdeep x tav #gale of waterdeep x reader #bg3 gale x reader #bg3 gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale x reader #gale x tav #gale bg3 #bg3 gale

[seireitonin]

Quick rant on some stupid discourse

“This fandom doesn’t take horror seriously!1!!1!1 it’s just a bunch of ocs!1!1!1!1😡” Bro, Creepypasta has always been goofy af. Even the word“Creepypasta” sounds goofy. Literally every Creepypasta Character is someone’s oc, made my a traumatized angsty teen or young adult in 2011-2016. You expect us to read some silly shit like Jeff the Killer and be shaking in our boots? (Still like Jeff btw) Get real. I like the “realistic and scary” portrayals of the Creepypasta characters too! But I also love fanon. This fandom was literally based off fun. I hate when ppl come with this “im better than you” mindset bc they don’t like fanon/ want them to be scary only. I really can’t stand it. This fandom has always been based on fun and comfort. Everyone made the popular Creepypasta characters for fun and sometimes to vent/ be a self insert. Ppl are acting like we didn’t have comics and fics where they lived in a mansion together and chilled like a family with a y/n insert because ppl were comforted by these characters , myself included. Ppl act like we didn’t always have goofy/ silly fan art. Ppl act like these aren’t vent characters that brought comfort to lots of ppl. Ppl act like the creators themselves didn’t make silly, goofy fun content with their own characters. (Laughing jack, ticci Toby, bloody painter, etc for example all their creators drew them/ portrayed in fun ways in content I still rewatch) Let’s not forget our roots. Creepypasta (the character based side of it) is still so loved and popular because of the fun stuff like that that people can look back on fondly. Why does it make you so mad that ppl want to use the characters differently than you/ make fanon content? So these “ocs” are only decent/ okay when you use them your way and have your seal of approval??? Please be serious. This is coming from someone who likes Fanon and canon. One isn’t better than the other. You’re not better than everyone else because you want to make them “realistic and scary” let that mindset go. Let people have fun. Let people find comfort where they want. Seeing people having fun and being comforted shouldn’t make you mad. The block button exists and is free. Just block them and only interact with the side of the fandom you want to see. There’s multiple sides of it. I block content I don’t want to see all the time. Doesn’t mean I hate these people or their content, I just don’t want to see it personally. But I don’t go around unironically shaming people for content I don’t like. Because that’s dumb. (Unless it’s something awful like using offenderman, demonizing mental illness etc I have called people out for this, semi - respectfully before) Shaming people for not portraying Creepypasta characters made my angsty teens and adults in the way you specifically want to see them/ be portrayed is just so silly. This fandom doesn’t revolve around you and what you want. Or anyone for that matter. Respect other people. No one’s “better” than anyone. Because everyone sees and uses and portrays the characters differently and that’s always been the best part of this fandom. The freedom, creativity, fun and comfort. That’s how it’s always been. Nothings changed.

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #crp #seiretonin #creepypastafandom #rant

[aphidclan-clangen]

haiii!! heres a lil fic about pearlstar having self doubt and anxiety!! :3

I don’t always stay calm. That much is obvious. But I just wish... that for once, I could. I want to be calm. Breathe, breathe, breathe. And stay out of my head. I’m always in my head. I’m so absorbed in my own problems, while the land withers around me. 

The rot that consumes this wretched place will not make its way into my heart. Not just yet... Because, because i’m fine. There isn’t... anything wrong... No, no.

This is perfectly fine! I may not always be able to breathe well, and sleep is always tough, and prey is scarce... but! Its. Its fine. 

I can’t complain, others have it so much worse. Think of Lilacpaw! Flower didn’t even get to live her life! And here I am, sitting in self pity. Its shameful, really. I have no right to complain of my own problems. Because I really am fine! You need to stop worrying about me.

Stop looking at me. Dont perceive me. Do I really exist to you? This tidal wave envelopes me. A rush of blood, to my throat, to fall out of consciousness is all I request. Please, please, take me away. Take me to the skies, let me see the stars for once. I would be gone if I weren’t so... cowardly. That’s.... just what I am, huh?

Trees are falling, i’m falling. Falling, falling, fell. It would so much easier for me to lay back down, and let the earth grow back over me. But I just can’t. I cant do it to myself. I would love to fall back into deep sleep. But. I can’t do it over again. I can’t bear it. My life is loss. I am loss. Lost, lost, lost.

In my place of living, in my home, I shouldn’t feel so... trapped. I wish to be free of burdens. Free of the weights. I don’t want to do it anymore. Let me be free. I just wanna hear you say, “its alright”. Just tell me... its gonna be alright. These life don’t comfort me. For I only harbor doubt and regret.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Take me away to a no man’s land, where I can stay away from those who haunt me so. Let me run, and run, and run away. I need to go. I need to leave. Where am I. Where have I been.

ouuugh my heart. my heart. oughhhh Pearlstar wishing and hoping to be with his wife. “take me to the skies. let me see the stars for once.” “the rot that consumes this wretched place will not make its way into my heart” like what it did to his children,,, Pearlstar feeling guilty over the death of his apprentice,,, ooughhhhh you’ve killed me

#thank you so much for the fanfiction <333 #this is very pretty and I cry for Pearlstar #aphidasks #fanart

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Hey. Can you stop posting Buddie asks in the BuckTommy tag? It’s getting so annoying. I’m going to that tag to look at cute edits and HCs and then there you are claiming they are going to break up this season or next season and because Buck only loves Eddie. Please tag your posts correctly.

Hey Nonnie

You seem to be under the impression that you can just come and be rude - on my blog!!

Let me keep this simple for you - my asks we’re about bucktommy anddddddd buddie - the two things are non mutually exclusive.

My posts were not anti bucktommy in any way - I am pro them as a relationship. My thinking that they have a fixed period of existing as a canon ship doesn’t mean I shouldn’t tag my posts with their tag - that’s not how tagging works you need to learn the concept that you’re gonna see stuff in the tags you don’t always agree with or like - I see it literally alllll the time in multiple tags - including the buddie tag.

My thinking a ship has a shelf life doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to post about it, nor does it mean you get to come and be rude. Plus there are others who get upset if you talk about buck Tommy in any way and don’t use the tag - so no one can win in this war. So if you don’t want to see my posts - your choice is easy - block me - but don’t go around demanding others censoring themselves for you specifically - fandom is for everyone and it’s up to you to curate your space - not for me to do it for you. So don’t come into my inbox being all self righteous - it’s not a good look!

#Kym answers things #Nonnie asks #my blog my choice #I’m answering legimite asks that relate to multiple ships so get back in your lane #sorry to everyone else - I keep getting a spate of these from both sides about buck Tommy and various other things #it’s either bots or people who don’t understand how tagging works but I reached the end of my limits today!!! #911 abc #fandom things

[ectobabble]

Glitter Roots Fic Snippet

✨Glitter Roots✨<- // I started this in January and it didn't do well, I wrote way too much, so I'm spamming it. Sorry.

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Rate: PG | Sunshine x Sunny | Tooth Rot Fluff + Comfort

Reader/MC has Dissociative Identity Disorder

Glitter Roots is a prequel to 'The Imposter' from Shiny's perspective. Expecting to work with Sun and Moon in the theater, Shiny is disappointed that they were locked away in Parts and Service.

Shiny's existence is based on external validation and performing for others, essential for survival as a child but a hindrance as an adult. They pour their heart and soul into the daycare and the well-being of Sun/Moon, regardless of their own needs. Sun/Moon struggle with the memories of the reprogramming and virus but learn how to be a person again while sprouting a relationship with their new handler/assistant.

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Meeting Sunny:

“SUNNY!” They exclaimed like a child, running up to him and dropping everything that they were doing with the technician.

Sun startled at the noise but eagerly stood up to greet them. “Hello! WOW. Your outfit? It’s exciting!” He pressed his hands against the glass. “Are you from the daycare?” He tapped his fingers on the glass nervously.

“I’m going to be at the daycare. It’s my first day! And then I went and talked to my boss, Lydia about what I’d be working on and she said that I’d be working mostly with you because she said that I remind her of her daughter and she said that we’d be good working together. Maybe her daughter is good with kids, she didn’t want to talk about it. You know her? Or remember her, I mean. She said she worked at the daycare before it closed down. Now it’s opening again and…” 

Shiny had to stop to take a large breath. You’re talking too much. Too excited again. Stop. Stop it. That didn’t stop their mouth from running. “I have been waiting to meet you for so long. I used to watch you perform back when you did theater! You were amazing!” 

Sun put up a finger, to try and wedge his way into the one-sided conversation but failed. 

“You can call me Sunshine. Lydia said we could put nicknames on our pins for the kids and I thought that was awesome! My friends used to call me Sunshine at summer camp! I wanted to keep it since it’s less serious and I thought it’d be cute. Actually, maybe I should have asked you first? Is that okay? I hope that’s okay! I should stop talking. Sorry. Talking. I’m talking more… It’s good to meet you. I hope we can hang out sometime!”

“Ho-Ho Ho! Aren’t you quite the chaaaatterbox! You say you’re in summer caaaaamp?! That sounds like so much fun! How old are you, little superstar? You look so tiny!”

Sunshine immediately lost all the charisma they had built up, so much so that Sun flinched at the sudden change in expression and tone. “I’m old enough to have a job… I like what I like and age shouldn’t matter… I heard you’re not a fan of adults either. I hope it’s not a bad thing.”

“Wow, really?” He cocked his head, though there was a noticeable change in his demeanor. “I can’t tell with the face paint.” He didn’t say whether it was alright or if he liked it… now that Shiny was thinking about it, he didn’t say if their name was alright either. They weren’t making a good impression with anyone… 

Sunshine: …I gotta fix it. It can’t end like this, they’ll take over and I’ll lose everything again. I can’t go BACK. This has to work so they can’t get mad at me.

If Sun didn’t like it then they could tone it down! Lydia seemed to think it was too much. The little kids liked it… Sunshine started analyzing everyone’s reactions during the day. Maybe their other was right, they weren’t cut out for this. They quit their only job, their safety net, and took a risk on a stupid dream-. “I’m glad you can’t tell. That’s good.” 

“Did you do face painting today?” Sun tilted his head, tapping the glass. “I would have loved that! Who painted you? Did Lydia?”

Sunshine winced, their voice had gotten much weaker. “I uh… did it before coming over. I figured it was okay because… kids… daycare.”

“It looks so happy! Like flower freckles!” He chuckled. “It matches the clips in your hair. I bet the kids liked it. It reminds me of the theater costumes we used to have! Ah, memories…” It sounded like it was sad nostalgia.

“Lydia got a little upset about it since the kids wanted to face paint too… I had to promise to not do it on days when we’re not painting. That’s my bad. I don’t think before doing things… I wanted it to be extra special. I really really really want to make this job work.” They closed their fists and and shook them to punctuate their words. They needed to be liked. They needed this job. They needed friends and have people depend on them. 

They couldn’t go BACK.

“I do remember Lydia! She is one of the nicer staff. I didn’t mind working with her… She’s such a nice granny. Do you know when I’m scheduled to get out? I have been very good. They say I’m all better now! Healthy! Tip top shape.”

Sunshine frowned. “I - uh - don’t… Actually, I’m not supposed to really be here. I came down after work… and the technicians are ignoring me right now so I think it’s okay?” Behind them were the technicians tolling away at some service bots, unbothered by Sunshine hanging around. 

“Rulebreaker.” He gasped.

“Not really. See, I got a pass!” They showed Sun their security badge. “My workday ended and I just came here because Lydia said that you were here and I really wanted to see you. I’ve always wanted to work with kids and never got the opportunity to apply.”

“Juuuust because you have the means, does not mean that it is right.” Sunny crossed his arms and looked away dramatically, then he completely dropped the act and leaned down to be face to face with them and whisper, “I am glad you visited though. It’s been a while since I’ve talk talk TALKED with someone new. You look like a rainbow threw up on you!” He giggled. “You must like color a lot.” Sunny prompted them, trying to continue the conversation. He probably was just as attention starved as Sunshine was.

But he didn’t like it, did he?

“I do.” Sunshine was afraid they were going to slip from being out again. If there was one thing their other fed off of it was insecurity and doubt, and they could get a full meal out of something as small as this.

Other: Did you put this shit in our hair again? Oh man, where are we? Are you playing dress up? Are we out in public looking like a clown?! Against their will, Sunshine began to take the pins out of their hair. It was a losing the battle. As they lowered the head to pull the clips out, the light caught on the glitter roots.

Sun gasped. “You got glitter glue all up in your hair!”

Sunshine was shaking a little. People liked it though, right? They made people smile today and the kids seemed to like it… “Oh. I did that on purpose. It’s hair gel mixed with glitter. It’s a trend.. Or it was…” That was a scary thought too; it was a trend eight years ago and yet they remembered seeing it like yesterday. “I saw it online and I thought it’d be cool to try. It’ll wash out… and its biodegradable. Team Mother Earth! Haha…” Sunshine cleared their throat, pulling another clip out.

“No no no! I’m sorry, new friend! It looked good! I haven’t seen a person that colorful before. You look like a little fairy. Heh!”

“I realize now that I overdid it…” Sunshine was getting self-conscious, a foreign feeling.

“You look perfect for the daycare! Don’t listen to the sticks in the mud! I’m sure the kids loved it! Avant garde! Inspired! You look like arts and craaaaafts.” Sun sang as he spun his rays. “That’d be great at parties - we should play dress up with the kids sometime to do plays! I’d love that! We should definitely do that.”

“I want the party on the inside to match the party on the outside.” Sunshine was gaining their confidence back, if only a little. “I hope, uhm, we get along when you come back out.”

Sun clapped his hands. “We shall see! I’m so excited to see the kids again! We’re going to have so much FUN! We should add face painting sometimes! I miss fingerpainting. My ballpit! It’s still there?”

“It is!” Sunshine suddenly jumped, remembering something important. “Here! I wanted to give you something anyway. I got this for you because it’s my first day and I figured ‘Hey, this would be cool! Maybe he’d like it as a welcome present back to the daycare.’ I used to watch you do theater before and it really helped get me through some dark times. That’s pretty much the reason I wanted to start working here is because I wanted -.” They took a much needed deep breath. “Sorry. I meant to say: I got you this.”

Shiny lifted up a little party bag they had prepared and impatiently waited all day to give to him. 💖

#fnaf au #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanfic #daycare attendant moon #daycare attendant sun #fnaf daycare attendant #pluck my heartstrings #tooth rotting fluff #sundrop #dca #sun x reader #sun x oc #sun x y/n #dca fanfic

[true-bean]

I put my hyperfixations in little boxes, they cannot interact for my own sanity

#out there theres at least one owl house prom au #and theres a video of Izzy mccalla singing ordinary #these should not exist do you understand #it’s like a glitch in the matrix #but in a way that can exist but shouldn’t #welcome to the shitshow

[knight-says-rollout]

“how would it work if Cybertronians had disabilities” “What if there were disabled Cybertronians”

THERE ARE

THERE ARE

loosing my mind at how some things that are So good can be So niche why can’t we just be a hivemind

Just one example, my favorite example, is:

Shattered Glass Soundwave!!!

He’s gone through Multiple reformats varying between with his consent and,,, not. The latest of which took place when they didn’t have many materials

So they used half earth metals half Cybertronian ones

As it turns out? Those two things don’t mix very well. His joints are Horrible. They lock up randomly, the worst of which being the door to his tape deck.

He physically isn’t able to dock his cassettes reliably because they might get stuck in there.

What does he do to fix this? So glad you asked!! He has his own assistive aids, in this case: a portable external carrying case

It was made and personalized to work specifically for him and his situation

I love him

#SG soundwave #transformers #tf shattered glass #maccadam #soundwave #fun publications #Cybertronian.. biology? biology #cybertronian biology #been wanting to make this posts for Months but took ages trying to find the damn chracter sheet that actually delved into the details #I can’t have people disregarding my boy like this #obviously there’s a Wide variety of ways we all know mental health and disabilities can translate into transformers #but everyone acts like the PHYSICAL disabilities are something that don’t exist canonically #that we have to either invent ways for the rep to exist or that the rep shouldn’t exist at all #soundwave ISNT the only one either! he’s just my favorite! #Cybertronian disability

[aimseytv]

trying to exist while my body is just constantly fighting my internal organs is exhausting i wish i could just teleport into a body that works

#bit of a sad post but i wish my body just worked the way it should #i shouldn’t have to do a million and one things just to exist without so much pain you know #gonna just try my best to look after myself as much as i can #i advise you all to look after yourselves also

[whatudottu]

Honestly Ben 10 is probably one of the most based science fiction series out there by sheer virtue of it having the balls to showcase any alien concept it wanted to no matter how ridiculous, and whenever someone is like “there’s no way in Hell that could ever be scientifically feasible”, it dared to look them in the eyes and go “Yeah, well, this is a world where magic and superpowered mutants also exist. What are you gonna do? Cry about it? You grown ass adult who’s expecting scientific feasibility out of a cartoon meant to sell toys to preteen boys that has lore so inconsistent it’s almost impossible to tell what’s canon and what’s non-canon? LMAO loser.”

I mean OS had it all- obviously aliens but not only that, at minimum 10 of them; mutants in daily life across at least America, no doubt in other places too; magic, albeit one without a system beyond ‘there’s a spellbook and some charms’. The shift to purely alien in AF makes the wonderful nonsense sci-fi stuff into frustrating logic trees of ‘how does xenobiology get this powerful’ which I had definitely fallen into. Ben 10 is unabashedly science fantasy, so why not go the full fantasy and bring back mutants and magic, haha!

Admittedly a good implementation of magic in a series tends to follow a magic system, which I’m not especially great at coming up with, especially in comparison to speculative biology which come with pre-established rules. But hey, I don’t exactly expect it to be fleshed out, at least not as well as the alien aspect of Ben 10; even then, there’s only so much fleshed out, it’s to tease us into making lore for it lmao-

To be fair though, Ben 10 itself had to whack itself on the cheek in order to be reminded of its magic and especially mutant parts, which unfortunately in the latter case was central to major retcons so…

#ask #anonymous #ben 10 #my favourite mutant characters that come to mind when i say ‘mutants in daily life’ in os #are gatorboy and porcupine- from ready to rumble #you can see a lot of mutants there and how fourarms- visibly an alien- doesn’t look out of place #the lore implications alone- a mutant wrestling ring with monetary winnings- are enough to entice fan expansions #then that mutant rep- even if only in the background- was lost to the tides of af making everything exclusively alien #magic being taken away because 1) anodites but also 2) charmcaster and hex and others came from ledgerdomain #and thus are technically alien to this dimension- or whatever plain of existence ledgerdomain exists on #the only ones who canonically use magic are those connect to- reside within- or holding something from ledgerdomain #which kind of makes it exclusively alien in a way that’s kinda i guess radioactive? not the word #sorry i shouldn’t say only- the others are mr jingles santa’s elf- sir george holding an apparent galvan crafted magic sword (no thanks)- #or ben 10000 who learnt magic from gwen but is also technically part anodite in the same way gwen is #to note on ascalon- sure maybe azmuth’s creation of it and the subsequent destruction of the incursean homeworld got him motivated to #make and save life rather than destroy and warp it #but come on a sword? a magic sword? like seriously azmuth your ass did not make that #i bet the omnitrix was actually made for the intent to fix malware but azmuth’s isolation and general grievances with the universe #ultimately made it appear he was abandoning his suffering (son) creation to fuck off and mope #he’s already an asshole that fits more than him making a bloody magic sword for ascalon’s sake #it could simply be a magic sword from the incurseans that had been used to destroy their planeg #i mean milleous seemed to think the annihilarrgh was a viable persuasion technique despite the fact if activated it would destroy everything #including the very fleets he would clearly be much more interested in expanding rather than erasinb #it fits the INCERSEANS to destroy their planet with a powerful magic sword- let aliens have magic

[goldkirk]

the process that continues to take up my entire life and shows no sign of slowing:

I practice trusting my body or inclination/instinct —>

I am handed the most bullshit discomfort or sensations —>

I ride it out and continue to practice trusting the experience and trusting my own timing —>

after I prove that I’m trying to trust correctly and that I myself am trustworthy my brain hands me insight or a memory I haven’t been able to access in years —>

I am honored and grateful and work to integrate it and am proud of myself for taking one more step towards trusting myself when a couple years ago I said “oh NO! of course not!” when a therapist asked if I trusted myself. hashtag progress baby. —>

I get some pain relief and some of my old coordination and ribcage and ballet-movement ability back —>

I am thrilled about the moving and the trusting and the gaining —>

I forget how much the process actually drives me crazy —>

I walk facefirst eagerly into another round of it, lulled by the glow of success —>

my entire brain gets hijacked again —>

my body starts giving me sensations to ask if I’m willing to trust its timing —>

I push down the urge to lie facedown on the floor and instead accept whatever the fuck my body needs me to acknowledge and process now —>

rinse and repeat. —>

#existence is so weird. I shouldn’t be alive I shouldn’t be alive I shouldn’t be alive #yet here I am after all. #there’s a lot to process and catch up on. #I gave up on the concept of growing up and having a future at age 9. I accepted death. #how do I accept life except by greeting it with wonder over and over and over every day and accepting why my body can show me? #this is not the realization by the way. that’s private as usual. this is just something else I’ve been reflecting on lately #shh katie

[acesammy]

man how do you tell someone you literally do not have the emotional bandwidth to deal with their breakdown

#Like. Hey stop sending me emotionally manipulative texts I keep having panic attacks when I see them <3 #stop calling me 5 times in a row when it’s almost midnight and I have work tomorrow #like I /do/ care about you but I fuxking /cant/ with this #don’t text me shit like ‘I’m jealous that you can engage in your interests bc I don’t think I’ll ever be able to again’ #bro I am GRASPING at the small amounts of comfort drawing and spn are giving me rn what do you want me to DO #I know I shouldn’t ghost #but that’s what I’ve been doing and I just. #fuck me dude I’m trying to put my focus towards finding jobs to apply to. Towards actually making my hours at my #Current job #bc I have family memebers dying and I need to visit them and the family that is around #Ugh I’m just. Maybe this would’ve gone differently if I wasn’t on the fucking brink already #but I am and I can’t and I cannot be the person you’re obsessed with #Anyways I’m on my lunch break crying in a park and I just want to stop existing #lea speaks #can’t wait to go back and work until 7 bc that’s the only way I can think to make my hours to visit my brother next week #Vent

[gazeboarcade]

So like. I want more lgbt+ stories that have actors in them that Look Like People. I shan’t name any examples bc I can’t take the heat of whatever fans of the Medias there are that do this, but so many have these stunning, polished, fresh outta vogue actors in them. And sure, they can be insanely talented and put on a great show…

But like, isn’t anyone else tired of it? I don’t know any gay/trans people that look like that. It feels… inaccessible. It feels like looking at something that’s meant to be a story you should (by all logic) love because it’s! your! people!

And yet… it’s not. Those aren’t my people. My people look like people.

#idk give me something to sink my teeth into 🤷🏻 #some stuff does actually do this in ways that’s fun/camp/earnest even #which is great!! but so much lgbt+ stuff coming out the last fistful of years or so #that’s. almost all there is #it’s disheartening !!! like I’m not saying you have to hire 1000% ‘’ugly’’ people or what have you #just like can we grow up and hire people of a variety of ages #or with cooler hair or god forbid SCREAM body hair!!!! #can people have a rich identity #can they be beefy or strong or even a mite fat #ARENT WE BORED GUYS #ARENT WE A BIT BORED??????? #a tooth gap even. freckles #things that small shouldn’t be invisible but they are so of FUCKING COURSE a lesbian can’t exist on tv who’s masc and also shy or kind #idk just fuck off fuck off im so tired of it #it’s exhausting #pls no one give me shit abt this I #I. Will get annoyed

[tariah23]

They’re calling my baby Gojo, Joseph Joestar now

#rambling #the diff is that Gojo did apologize after being called out and face to face with his racism whilst Joseph literally befriended nazi’s 😵‍💫 #and there was never any explanation from araki as to why he’d even wrote German soldiers in the shit in the first place like that was #absolutely jarring as hell to read for the very first time back when I’d gotten into jjba #well I watched it first but you know #like Joseph really thought fondly of Stroheim as this stand up guy even though he’s first of all #a Nazi #and second #the first scene that we were introduced to was of him sexually harassing a Woman #it’s……. 🗿 #still to this day I wonder if araki had ever addressed this because lord #Joseph was just happy to get the help I guess but that felt so ooc for him from what he’d seen 🗣️ #happily receiving the help of a Nazi and calling them a nice guy ahhh Joseph- #Gojo would never sjjsaj #my boo boo is a little prejudice but he’s working on it 🗣️ #I still think that gege was trying to have a ‘racism is bad’ moment but again #the execution was pretty awkward and it felt out of place considering what had been currently going down in the manga #like the Racism was pretty random but it was swiftly put to a stop which I can appreciate even if it shouldn’t have been a point of #conversation to begin with since why couldn’t Miguel just exist as a character instead of him being the now token negro #who everyone sees as instantly more frighteningly powerful than everyone else like this didn’t even need to be brought up wllssldk #idk gege was trying to be ‘woke’ 😭. sorry nbs and wp ruined the term for me but like basically lol #gojo’s pretty intelligent and extremely gifted but he’s never been perfect lol #it’s just that idk why gege chose to talk about antiblackness in Japan out of nowhere about the only black character on screen hehhhhhh #like gege tried but lmfao #this is so funny to me #at least it didn’t drag on putting Miguel in an even more awkward situation than he already was and it was nipped in the bud quickly #Gojo isn’t one to dwell on things but when he’s face with new information and is taught something he does try to reflect and do better and #I’m sure he probably started to become even more aware of what he’s saying especially when talking to Miguel in an honest way since that’s #always been the kind of character who he was despite the horrors #the only ppl who’ve been kinda annoying about this are nbs and white people as always 🗿

[kylermalloy]

I just realized you use a queue. I was really worried about your circadian rhythm for a while lmao

Yes I have a completely normal sleep schedule nothing to worry about at all nothing to sleep—I mean to see here

#asks #anon #okay full disclosure i scheduled this to post at 2am my time for maximum humor (on my end) #(if i am funny to one person—me—that’s enough) #queueing is one of the things i love about tumblr #i will spam on occasion but what better way to be annoying than sprinkling myself throughout the day #so as to continually remind everyone i exist #oh you thought i’d gone to bed? psych my queue never sleeps #i won’t lie though my schedule can get a bit wonky #especially since my couch has the unfortunate habit of seducing me to sleep when i sit on it after work #i often wake up on my couch and drag myself to actual bed well after midnight #at least i make sure to take my contacts out before then! #…usually #okay oversharing over i am a very well put together adult hahaha #…filed under ‘reasons we shouldn’t let kyler nightblog’

[daisyachain]

This is generalization but it does make me feel like I’m losing my mind. Anglo-American romance novels aimed at women—‘what if you, a normal person, were forced into proximity with the smuggest most self-satisfied person who physically invades your space, insults you, acts like an attention whore at best, borderline sexually assaults you, isn’t that great’ and then you go to romance manga aimed at young women—‘what if you, a normal person, we’re forced into proximity with a two faced bitch who tries to control your every move and also refuses to speak or engage with you unless it’s to isolate you from your peers or get mad at you for talking to another living person’

#obviously there are variants but it drives me insane how even stuff aimed at women is like. isn’t it nice when men treat women horribly. #wouldn’t you love to be treated horribly except the horrible guy in question is hot #literally the extent of straight women’s fantasies is that they get some enjoyment out of looking at men who hate them #aim higher! aim anywhere other than the floor! read yuri for crying out loud #can we not get women to fantasize about getting along with someone and having a good time with them. #save me LoveCom you’re my only hope #kelsey rambles #romcom discourse was dead five years ago but the point remains that if the male lead of your average love interest existed in real life #he should not be allowed within 10 ft of any woman but his grandmother #this isn’t talking about the way romance is used in fiction or the way relationship arcs work or anything #this post is strictly limited to romance as a projection of women’s fantasies out into the world to be consumed for pure self-indulgence #if you’re having a cheat day you shouldn’t be eating stale chips ahoy. #if you’re indulging why not have a crème brûlée! have the world’s densest chocolate cake! #have an almond slice with cream and strawberries. self-indulgence ought to feel good. #I have a sister who likes men so I am assured that the despicable shoujo love interests of the world are attractive in some arcane way #I just can’t fathom it. if a man even half hinted at me that treatment like that was on the table I’d move cities.