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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 11] Twenty Weeks

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After everything is cleared up, you make up with Satoru and slowly rebuild your relationship with him. You also begin to invite Megumi and Tsumiki over for dinner. You feel as if you’re a small family, especially since the kids are so sweet to you.

You’re twenty weeks along and there’s a visible bump, and for some reason Satoru smiles like a fool when he sees you. He tries to hide it, but sometimes you see it. It certainly makes you feel better about yourself, so you don’t understand why he tries to hide it. Your body is changing, it doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You’re starting to feel insecure even though you’re growing a new life inside of you.

Being in your second trimester is wonderful– Not wonderful exactly since you are pregnant, but wonderful because your morning sickness has died down. You are starting to get more cravings, especially in the middle of the night. That’s when you wake up Satoru and he goes out of the apartment because he will do anything for his baby. It’s so clear he loves that baby more than anything.

“Hey, Daisuke… What’s up?” Satoru puts the phone up to his ear. He had completely forgotten about Daisuke the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t even told his friend the great news that he is, in fact, going to become a father. “I’m going to pick up some food.”

Satoru listens to what Daisuke has to say, not really caring until Daisuke asks, “Why are you out so late to get food?”

“I never told you, did I?” Satoru begins, walking to the restaurant you wanted food from. “I’m becoming a father, and the– mother of my child has a craving.”

“What– I’m– Congrats!” Daisuke ends up saying. So the rumors that Leiko was spreading were true. Satoru is expecting, and you are as well. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you had figured it out.” Satoru says before he gets to the entrance of the restaurant. “I have to go. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Satoru has never really cared for friendships. At least not ones with non-sorcerers. He had one real friendship, and that’s gone. Daisuke is just… Someone he occasionally hangs out with. He doesn’t really consider himself to be close enough to Daisuke to go out of his way and share that he's having a baby.

Maybe he should go talk to Daisuke soon, but he has to talk to you about it first. Satoru really doesn’t like going out without you anymore, mainly because he feels as if he has to keep an eye on you almost at all times. You can’t even see curses, how does he know you’ll be safe?

He wants the best for his baby, so he has to make sure you’re feeling your best. Which is why he picks up food for you so late at night.

“Satoru… Wake up.” You tap Satoru’s shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He’s been working like crazy the past week, and after getting you food really late last night, he passed out on the bed. Apparently he has today off, but you have an appointment and Satoru swears he wants to be present at every appointment. “Satoru, I can’t be late…”

“What?” He groans, about to turn to the other side to be able to sleep more, the bit of sun that enters the room is hitting him and it’s annoying him. He wonders what the hell you need since it’s so early in the morning.

“My appointment is today.” You tell him, which makes him open his eyes. He rushes out of the bed. That was all he needed to hear. Excitement rushes through his body thinking about the fact that he’ll be seeing his baby who’s the size of a banana.

You walk out of his bedroom to let him get ready in peace. You go to the living room and take a seat on the couch, pulling out your phone to talk to your best friend. She’s in a lecture but she’s texting you to kill time. She really couldn’t care less about what is being said.

You take your classes in the afternoon now, allowing you to do all baby related stuff in the morning. Whether it’d be shopping or appointments. After five minutes of texting with Kaya, Satoru walks out of the bedroom and grabs his keys from the counter,

“I’m ready.” He announces and you stand up from the couch.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” You ask him as you walk over to him. He shakes his head. When you’re close enough, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“How’d you sleep? I hope my baby didn’t cause too much trouble.” He caresses your back and you smile at him. One hand goes to your bump.

“I slept fine.” You respond. You end up pulling away because you can’t waste any more time. You can’t be late to the appointment. You go look for your coat, and Satoru stands in the same spot, waiting for you. You come back with your coat, and a smile on your face. “Let’s go.”

You wait for the technician with Satoru, both of you impatient to get the appointment officially started. Neither of you speak. You wonder when the technician will get here, and that’s the only thing you focus on. Satoru is about to say something, to fill in the silence, but that’s when the door opens, and your appointment officially begins.

Satoru watches everything intently. You, lifting up your shirt and having that clear liquid squeezed onto your lower stomach, that you were warned it was going to be cold. His eyes stick to the monitor, waiting to see his baby appear on the screen. It feels like an eternity while you two wait.

Until he finally sees his baby on the monitor that’s beside the bed. Satoru holds on to your hand. He feels his heart beat so fast. The technician points at the monitor, pointing out the baby’s head, its nose, its lips. You look at Satoru for a moment, and he’s on the verge of tears watching this. He took off the sunglasses that are usually on his face. It’s so clear how excited he is over this.

“Do you want to know the sex, today?” The technician asks.

“Ye-” Satoru begins but your voice is much louder and firmer than his.

“No. We want to keep it a surprise.” You answer. Which is definitely something you never agreed to. Satoru can’t keep a secret though so he has no option but to remain clueless about the gender of the baby or else he’ll spoil it for you. You’re lucky Satoru can’t figure out the gender just by looking at the sonogram.

“A surprise… Right.” He chuckles. His mind quickly stops thinking about the gender of the baby when the technician points out the baby’s feet. Satoru is almost astonished at the fact that his baby has feet. “Does the baby have toes and fingers?”

“They do. Because of the position they’re in it’s not very visible, but they do.” The technician responds. She points it out when the baby finally moves, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He just wants to take his phone out and begin to take pictures, as if he doesn’t know that he gets these printed out afterwards.

“They’re so cute.” Satoru comments as if the ultrasound is cute. But he’s just so excited he doesn’t know what to say. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back at him. You’re only halfway through with the pregnancy, he’s not patient enough for the baby to get here.

“Megumi, will you please eat your veggies?” You ask the boy who plays with his food. You’re almost all finished with the food in front of you, except Megumi. After your appointment you forced Satoru to call them and invite them over for dinner. Satoru picked them up, and now they’re here. You might force Satoru to give up his room so they can sleep over.

“They’re gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru seems offended by the comment.

“I cooked them.” Satoru shares, making Megumi glare at the man.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why they’re so gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru rolls his eyes. You and Tsumiki eat your food quietly, not wanting to get into their bickering. They’re like siblings, it’s hilarious.

“Do you want more, Tsumiki? Or are you ready for dessert?” You ask, not caring to interrupt the bickering between Satoru and Megumi. You wonder who would win out of the two. The eight year old or the twenty year old. So far Megumi is winning.

“Maybe if you learned how to cook, I would eat my veggies.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and Satoru is about to say something but he stops himself when you stand up and pick up your plate and Tsumiki’s.

“Look, don’t tell her because she’s pregnant and will get upset but… She cooked the veggies.” Satoru whispers, pointing at you. Megumi doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Your baby is going to have a lying dad.” Megumi responds and Satoru raises a brow.

“Don’t bring him into this, and you know what? That’s hilarious coming from you.” Satoru replies, his eyes widening when he realizes he let it slip. He might’ve gone back and asked the technician the gender of the baby.

“Him? Is it a boy?” Tsumiki asks and Satoru shushes her.

“It’s a secret. Don’t.” Satoru tells the children. Tsumiki nods in response, and Megumi rolls his eyes.

“Do you two want ice cream as well?” You ask, walking back to the table to give Tsumiki her ice cream. Satoru hums in response, and Megumi does as well. “First you have to finish your veggies, Megumi. And Satoru, you're a grown man that isn’t pregnant, go get it.”

“Why did you ask then?” Satoru can’t help but groan when he stands up from his seat. You chuckle as you take a seat once again. Megumi sighs, knowing he has to struggle to finish his food. It’s so gross. Next time he’ll rather stay home.

“I promise next time I’ll cook.” You put your hand on Megumi’s shoulder when you notice his face. The food isn’t that bad, it’s just the vegetables that aren’t as great. Satoru walks back with his ice cream, and a bowl for Megumi as well.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” You bring up out of the blue. He’s met your parents, you’re pregnant with his baby, you don’t know what else he’s waiting for. There’s no time left to waste. Maybe it isn’t the best time to ask since there’s kids right there. But they aren’t focusing since there’s ice cream in front of them. Megumi has put his plate to the side and focused on the ice cream Satoru brought.

“Do you want to meet them?” Satoru asks, bringing a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he would ask such an absurd question.

“Well… They’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents, aren’t they?” You reply and Satoru hums, but that still doesn’t answer his question.

“My parents aren’t a big part of my life so we don’t necessarily have to include them.” Satoru comments. You simply don’t know what to say to this. You wonder why he isn’t so close to his parents, but you don’t want to ask right in front of the kids either. “Also, we have to go see Daisuke soon. Poor guy didn’t realize I was having a baby until last night.”

“I guess we do… But we’re also going to meet your parents. Get into contact with them.” You tell him, and Megumi chuckles.

“What’s so funny, punk?” Satoru asks Megumi, and Megumi shakes his head. It’s so funny for him to see Satoru being ordered around. “That’s what I thought.”

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duckies27 · 1 month

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I'm not one to normally interact with drama, but at this point, I have waited way too long to just sit here in silence. There is a creator on this platform named Hamlet Unfortunately, also known as Kenny, and I can’t just stay sitting on this.

I despise this man for multiple reasons, and I'll get into all of them here. In my opinion, it's not fair that he continues to do this sort of thing and just gets away with it, getting love and attention while doing so. All while other people similar to me get 5 to 10 likes on some of our work. I don't want to spend this entire time just completely thrashing him. However, there’s too much evidence to just ignore.

My friend Dork (@zestfeast ) and I are on a server with another Discord friend (who I won't name for their own sake, I don't want to drag them into this whole thing). I met the two of them on the fan-made Stinky Dragon discord, and we bonded pretty quickly over our love of the characters and our love of the cast. The show was something we bonded over and we wanted to spend as much time together by talking about it, without other people getting in the way. So the third party made a server and invited the two of us. We had a great time for the first two and a half weeks. It was a safe space with all the people that I trusted. We are all afab and personally, that makes me more comfortable as someone who is a cis woman. We talked about all sorts of things mainly relating to our enjoyment of the characters, coming up with AUs, and coming up with stories, all of which were pretty fun. At the time of the start of the server, I was personally barely baby 18, while the other two were and are still minors. This may not seem like a problem, but the problem came when. Kenny or Hamlet Unfortunately, as you know him, joined the server.

He was a friend with the third party and both me and Dork were completely comfortable with him joining. It wasn't our place to choose considering it is the third party's actual server. We sat and talked for a little bit, but after joining he didn't say anything. I didn't think anything of it, I'm also pretty shy but he was just awkward. Once again, I didn't think anything of it but then we started talking more. He started talking more. I wasn't a part of this conversation simply because I was at work at the times he was more vocal. I'm super busy, I work from 3:00 to 7:00 every single day right after school and it's too much hands-on work for me to come and check Discord all the time. A lot of the big conversations would happen when I wasn't there, and while I was currently doing things that took my full attention. I am a custodian worker at a middle school, I'm constantly working around kids, I'm constantly working around other people and it makes it hard to be on my phone. I missed the majority of these conversations, but to make sure that this was fully correct, I made sure to read back to all of the things that he said. It's not fair to judge a book by its cover without fully reading the contents. I read over 600 messages all sent over the course of a few weeks and I'll be dead honest, they were pretty terrifying to read back. Especially someone who has been around victims of the jokes he was mentioning. These included sexual content, drug jokes, and stuff that no person should ever joke about, especially not with minors.

It started simple enough. We just were talking about art relating to the characters and I'll be honest, some things weren't exactly always super family-friendly. We try to keep it light and airy the majority of the time within the server, but we had a few dedicated chats for the not-so-family-friendly stuff that includes some maybe more suggestive fan art. Most of the time it was and is pretty clean. We tried our best to censor what wasn't, especially because we had two minors on the server and people could always glance over our shoulders. I was in, particular, very aware of this and made sure that I didn't post anything without censoring first. One of the first things Kenny said to one of our minors on the server was "I'll suck your dick", when talking about fan art that Dork had done. Dork is very young compared to me or possibly him. I don't know how old he is but I just know that this comment made me uncomfortable reading back on it, especially because Dork is like a brother to me. I would protect him with my life if I could. I love this kid and would unironically do anything for him. They continued talking and he was incredibly mean to Dork, often calling him stupid and often acting as if his actions were childish and not as important as Kenny’s actions. When Dork tried to bring up another subject, relating to theater, not only did Kenny call him a fool, but he also said “I don't want to suck your dick anymore" continuing the uncomfortable, NSFW environment that he was starting to form.

As many of you who've read my page know, I like writing angst but I also enjoy writing stuff that's not so family friendly. I like pushing my boundaries and learning how to write, as an adult now, because it's a way of expressing myself that people don't need to see. It was a personal server thing that I kept it censored to protect people who didn't want to see it at that time. At one point I put out a request question saying I would write anything anyone wanted smut, angst, or fluff. I like writing requests and I like writing gifts for friends. It's a personal love language of mine. Kenny stumbled around for a bit, trying to come up with an idea before eventually asking me for Sliqueborg smut. I don't like the ship. It's not my thing, I'm more into BrinkBorg or the canon Lynn Mer and Kyborg. So I asked, “what are your headcanons?” I might as well be proper when I write this story. I don't want to come up with some idea that he didn’t agree with. He went to the headcanon channel and gave me one of the most inappropriate and jarring strings of sentences I have ever heard. Not only did he make our beloved wood elf incredibly abusive, but he also took Slique’s character and destroyed it. It was horrible to listen to and even more horrible to read back. I am 18, a barely illegal adult and the other two are minors on this server. I was terrified to see that he willingly put this down on paper for anyone to see. He only censored the thing because I had personally asked him earlier on.

I already was feeling uncomfortable with this guy. He was being pushy and mean and a lot of his headcanons were hard to swallow, and more and more times he brought up sexual things. I have a personal headcanon for the Groethe crew that relates to the musical instruments they would play. Ella plays violin, Mathilde sings, Barney plays flute, and Chip plays French horn. I thought it was a cute thing because of how Ella and Chip would very well complement each other, but Kenny took the opportunity to make a very inappropriate joke. That made me very uncomfortable because it was about Chip, who I see as a close similarity to my father. Chip acts and says things like my father would, so hearing this very sexual joke automatically took me out of the conversation. I hated it. I hated the idea of it. Not only that but there was one point in time when Dork was opening up about something very personal (which I won't share here) However, I came in at the worst possible time because I was on break. It happened to be insanely out of context, so of course I was like “What the hell?” But I didn't say it in a mean way. I meant it in a kind, confused way, similar to how an older sibling would walk into a conversation that you're having, that happens to be weird. Kenny continued to then look down at Dork, calling them dear and darling as if they didn't understand what I was saying. I came in and I was like “Wow this is kind of weird”, but that was it. I didn't push or prod. I didn't judge them beyond just that it was a weird message to get out of context and went back to work. Kenny belittled Dork for another 20 minutes after I went back to work.

Dork came to me the next day or so, in tears. They were terrified. They felt horrible. Kenny was being such an asshole to him and he couldn't do anything about it. It's a third party’s server and Kenny was a friend to the third party member. We didn't feel comfortable talking right to her right away. So instead the two of us hopped on a 2-hour long call on Discord to talk about our grievances. I helped Dork write a message to Kenny but instead of apologizing in response, he just said that it was his humor, a mask to protect himself. As someone who uses a mask constantly to protect myself from trauma, this pissed me off. His mask was being a jerk, his mask was being mean, and most importantly his mask was being overly sexual when it wasn't required.

Another thing that he often did was make fun of drug culture. Make fun of the “druggies”, including snorting pain pills and other issues that should not be joked about, while talking about his headcanons relating to Slique and Kyborg. He also mentioned rape, which I am completely uncomfortable with as a cis woman who has dealt with uncomfortable situations that deal with my body. I hated this. He came in as a cis male (based on what he said himself) completely invading a comfortable and safe space. Kenny is not the type of person I would leave my drink with at a party. I felt uncomfortable talking to him the majority of the time but I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want to hurt the third party's feelings. After Dork came to me in tears, I said enough is enough and I reached out to her anyway. Thankfully the third party was kind, kicked him out of the server and I haven't had to interact with him since.

However, I've seen issues within the Tumblr fandom, the fandom that's taken me so warmly and held me to a higher standard than I've held myself for years. I love to see the community interacting with my posts and I love seeing my moots talk to me in such a kind and happy way. However, I know there are multiple people within the community, one who I talked to and wishes not to be named, has had issues with him. Most people see SliqueBorg as a very abusive and toxic ship due to his headcanons. He's ruined a ship, that though I don't agree with, is valid. Not only that, but he also still ships Mudd with multiple characters including Gum Gum (This is just vague posting and suggestive tagging, but it's very easy to see him doing something like this). which is a huge issue on its own. He doesn't care about if someone is a minor and if they would even want to be in a relationship.

During the whole “Mudd Gate '', which is what I'm calling the one actual problem we've ever had within this community, when actual Aro ace people were coming out and talking about how they didn't like how Mudd was being shipped with characters. A lot of people agreed, including me, but Kenny came onto the server and started complaining along with the third party (who will again, stay unnamed). Both of them came with swinging swords, dragging down the entire Tumblr community saying it was unfair for them to completely block out a ship component just because of a canon sexuality given by Jon himself. It took me a little bit to feel comfortable within it as someone who's Demi who was personally was seeing Mudd as Demi. But now I see the issues of my ways. How little aro ace representation there really is in the world, that is untouched by fandoms. Just look at Alstor from Hazbin Hotel. He's constantly shipped with people despite being a canon Aro ace character.

Through this all, I just want to say that we should stop supporting him. We should stop giving him a platform. Not only is he a fake fan just with how he characterizes Kyborg but he also has issues with sensitive topics that he will continue to joke about until the very day that he dies. I can tell that he thinks a lot of people are sensitive. Just saying things are offensive for clout or some other reasons, but a lot of the things that he actually says are very offensive and very inappropriate around the people he's been around. His actions almost took Dork away from this fandom. It isn't as bad as some other things that have come up in the past relating to other communities (*cough cough* Wilbur *cough cough*) If you hate me for making this post then I'll just say I don't care. I am planning on blocking him after I finish this post or at least until after he can react. I don't want to just completely block him from seeing his criticism but I will stop supporting any posts I have seen. I will make sure that he is no longer on my dash because he has done things that I am severely uncomfortable with. He does not bring good vibes to this community and he especially should not be allowed to continue being in the fandom if he's going to spread such hate. This is a kind and loving fandom that has taken me and others with open arms in times of struggle and times of pain. He has made it uncomfortable to be in. I cannot support him and I implore the rest of you to do the same after his actions.

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yuri-is-online · 9 days

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I love the Fyuuture kid au. Could I ask for Ace!yutu, the idea of Yutu getting second hand embarrassment at Ace's flirting attempts makes me laugh so much, just yutu standing there watching ace self sabotage himself when it comes to Yuu wondering how Yuu and Ace managed to get together in the future. (Yutu has definitely judged his father a few times in silence)

Another thing that lives rent free in my head when thinking of Ace and Yutu is when Ace finds out that Yuu is basically dead in the future. That has to be a crushing discovering for him considering that he's (and Deuce) very protective of Yuu

(also the idea of Deuce's future co workers deciding that Yuu is a danger and basically cursed Yuu to die has to make him feel uneasy about weather he'd want to work for a company that basically sentenced Yuu to die once everything is resolved but that's a conversation for another day)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.

Slight bit of clarification, the Magical Marshall's appear to be a government organization, or perhaps a type of law enforcement that each government has? The way Deuce spoke about it made me think they sound similar to a counter terrorism unit, but either way your point still stands. While Deuce never gets the complete picture of what happened to Yuu, he still knows in his heart it was his office that hurt them, and it's extremely difficult for him to live with. The office stands by it's decision to the bitter end, no matter what he says or how many monster attacks are reported. And if he gets too annoying, well they already made you disappear.

And with that lovely thought let's talk about Ace!

Ace! Yutu is a fairly normal kid. He doesn't really have friends, maybe a discord buddy or two who he plays games with, but no one he really trusts to talk with about his family situation. And he does see it as a situation, Yuu might be doing their best to make things normal for the two of them but the entire situation just stinks. Yutu knows there's something wrong with it but he can't put his finger on what…

Very smart. He taught himself how to count cards and got in trouble at school more than once for running blackjack games where he took a bunch of money from his classmates. Not his fault they suck at cards! And sure he could just cheat like normal (he's just as good at cutting the deck as dear old dad) but it's much more fun to do something technically legal. It makes people that much more mad, which he finds really funny.

He tries to not talk about his dad that much, though he might make a joke or two about fatherless behavior. Much like Cater! Yutu, he assumes that his dad is probably dead and while he's very curious, he's reluctant to poke at Yuu's memories for fear of causing them more pain. When he does think about his dad he tends to romanticize things, Yuu's description of him makes their relationship sound really sweet. Marrying his best friend sounds great to Yutu, his dad must have felt really lucky to have managed to obtain that.

Getting isekaid doesn't phase this Yutu at all. He was already so convinced something was off back in your world, learning he was a mage and all about Yuu's adventures just confirms all of his assumptions. Getting placed into Heartslabyul and being told that was Ace's dorm thrills him, doubly so when he gives Crewel his first migraine and gets told he's just like him. That's not to say Yutu is completely happy about his situation; his father is dead (Yutu refuses to acknowledge the monster wearing his face as a person) and Yuu effectively died ages ago, the curse placed on them just drew it out for a cruel amount of time. Yutu's angry, and what's worse is that he doesn't really have one person he can fix the blame on. He wishes Yuu or Ace were alive so he could ask who they blame, who he needs to seek out to get them justice. When the others propose traveling back in time he leaps at it without a second thought.

Crewel does try to tell Yutu about his dad, but his descriptions sort of go over Yutu's head until he actually meets him. To be fair to Yutu, he's not completely off in his assumptions about how Ace felt about Yuu, it's obvious that Ace was smitten with his parent from the start but he doesn't fully understand the denial Crewel is talking about. The blot monster Ace became is very cocky, and excels at misdirection so why would he be shy about flirting with Yuu?

Well maybe shy isn't the right word for whatever he's looking at now. Ace is reluctant to leave Yuu's side, but he has so many excuses as to why that it hurts his soul, wouldn't it just be easier to say "because I'm worried about you?" Instead of insulting Yuu's ability to take care of themselves and joking about you needing him but only joking! It's not like he really wants you to! And don't get him STARTED on all the little excuses Ace finds to touch you. It makes him seriously reconsider his whole opinion on wanting to marry his best friend thing because god if this is level of pathetic what it takes he doesn't think he could cope.

He assumes (maybe correctly) that Yuu is the one who made a move on Ace and that's how they got together in his timeline, something that high-key offends Ace when he finds out and he encourages you to be honest with Ace if you ever open up about your frustrations with him. That doesn't mean he ever gives Ace a break though, Ace is already suspicious of Yutu's intentions towards Yuu but his constant dunking on him has earned him Deuce's respect, so now he's lost both of his friends! What the hell guys you're supposed to be on his side!

Ace's distrust of Yutu doesn't bother Trappola Jr at all. On the contrary he thinks it's a good thing, the more he interacts with the first year group the more he appreciates how solid of a head Ace has on his shoulders. It doesn't make up for him being cringe, but it does make Yutu think he could maybe trust his dad with the truth.

I don't think any of the boys take the reveal of what Yutu's future is like well, but Ace's is especially bad. He thinks about all of the close calls he has seen you have, how afraid he was when he got those messages from you over Winter break, the S.T.Y.X. attack, every overblot he has ever seen, and now his own child is telling him that you made it through all that and his bad attempts at flirting but didn't get a happy ending. He has the same set of emotions that Yutu does, anger and grief that he has no one to really blame for. Yutu is sad he doesn't have an answer but grateful he isn't alone anymore.

The reveal makes Ace's teasing actually insufferable, he's so fucking cocky now that he knows you liiiiiike him back. See that boy over there? Actually living proof that you're into him, kinda cringe actually! He bets you used to have a crush on him too (just turn it around on him if you're in public he will melt.)

They like to try and out play each other in cards, Ace can't card count but he is better at reading people and better at cutting the deck so they have a pretty even win loss ratio. Yutu isn't above whining to Yuu about how his dad is being mean if he's on a losing streak, something that makes Ace fold quicker than he'd like. Neither of them will ever admit it out loud but they have a silent competition for your affection, Ace thinks you should be cheering for him since he's your future husband and Yutu thinks that you should cheer for him because he is capable of being honest about his emotions. When Grim starts whining for attention they call a truce and fight him instead.

Speaking of Grim, he has a relatively good opinion of Yutu in general based off seeing him as Henchuman 2 but when he finds out Ace is his dad? Respect ended he always knew that Yutu kid was a loser... all those times he refused to get him tuna make so much more sense now!

Learning about the future makes Ace even more protective of Yuu, and he doesn't make it much of a secret either. There's something about learning that your partner is supposed to die that makes you care a lot less about what your classmates think. That protectiveness extends to Yutu, but Ace is a bit more subtle with that. He understands that he isn't the version of himself that the kid needs to hear from, that he might not be able to give Yutu the support he needs but he loves the kid so much it sort of scares him. He's really looking forward to getting to be with Yuu and Yutu in the future, and if that means he has to put a little extra work in then so be it.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #aceyuu #future kid au

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genderqueerdykes · 9 months

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i hope this isn't, like, a rude or bad question to ask, i'm asking out of curiosity, is there a difference between being plural and being a system? or are they just the same thing?

i'm making a discord server that's just a nice place for people to come and hang out, and obviously i want to make it a safe space for plurals and systems as well. would be silly if i didn't considering i'm best friends with a system. but i don't know if i should say "plurals/systems" with stuff that applies to those groups, or if maybe there's one word i should use over the other. or maybe there's an entirely different word i could use to refer to both groups

i hope this makes sense, i just got home from walking a lot so i'm a little tired admittedly lolol

(also if you could give me some tips on how to make my server plural/system friendly that would literally be awesome since i'm a... singlet (i think that's the term) and unfortunately know very little about that sort of stuff)

yes and no!

plural is used to be more inclusive, as every system identifies as plural, but not every plural identifies as a system

there are many individuals who identify as plural that may not identify as a system! for example, there are people with DID who identify as a person with alters, and would rather be identified primarily as a plural person. there are others who prefer other terms like collective, group, bunch, and so on that may just dislike the term system. i'm not the world's biggest fan of it, myself, but i use it because i haven't found another term i like better

they can be used interchangeably, however, depending on the people and the context. ultimately i'd say if you word it as a plural/plurality focused space, you'll get your point across, but you can also clarify that it's open to systems and other terms that are used by plural communities

you can add the bots PluralKit and TupperBox to help out the plurals who do join who use them, so that they can have an easier time letting their headmates talk, and overall just try to let people know that you're a singlet but that you're open minded and wanting to create a space that isn't exclusive to but welcomes plurals. i think if you let people know you're learning it helps, sometimes people like the chance to help teach others how to be chill with something they aren't quite familiar with yet

you can always take a little bit of time to research basic plural terms and whatnot, morethanone.info is handy, and help other singlets understand that plurality is normal and chill, it should be an enjoyable endeavor for you! it helps when there's a singlet to help other singlets understand, sometimes it can be difficult for plurals to get the point across to those who can't quite grasp it

hope that helps! hope everything goes well, take care! let us know if you need anything else

#asks #answers #plural #plurality #plural gang #plural stuff #plural system #system

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steddieasitgoes · 7 months

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) | A Steddie Big Bang Fic | Shipping November 5th

Happy to announce that my @steddiebang fic (affectionally dubbed The Mailman Thing) will begin to be posted on ao3 on November 5th. I guess the post does come on Sunday's after all!

My artists @doomcheese and @strawberrysh0rk and my beta readers @valosomdraws and @ContrivedInk on Discord are all hard at work helping me bring this headache lovely fic to life.

We can't wait to share it with you! Enjoy this little sneak peak as a treat:

Eddie’s waiting for him on the porch when he parks Posty on the curb in front of the dragon mailbox. He’s dressed down again. A pair of sweatpants and a worn band shirt of sorts that the sleeves have been cut off of. His tattoos are on full display, and Steve can’t help but ogle them as he climbs up the steps.

“Hope you’re hungry.”

“I work up a big appetite delivering mail.”

Eddie snorts, ushering Steve inside and towards the kitchen.

It’s the second time Eddie’s snickered at Steve’s career choices, and he can’t help but bristle at the reaction. He doesn’t think Eddie is a condescending ass like his own father is, but Steve can never be too sure. There’s always at least one person who has a problem with his job, even though it’s an essential career choice.

“How did you end up working for the post office, anyway?” Eddie asks, turning his back towards Steve as he scoops something into a giant bowl. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. It seems like a great job, but you seem too pretty for blue-collar labor.”

Steve’s the one chuckling this time. Cheeks blushing upon hearing Eddie call him pretty again. That has to be a good sign, right? Maybe the Pride flag is his after all.

“It started with a paper route, actually. My uh, dad told me to get a job, and the local paper was the only place that would hire me at thirteen. It sucked at first, but I started to love being outdoors and delivering things to people. It’s still one of the best jobs I’ve ever had, and when I moved out here, my best friend told me to apply at the post office,” Steve says, smiling fondly at the memories. “It’s not the same as being a paper boy, but it, uh, scratches that itch.”

“That’s sweet,” Eddie says, spooning a bite of soup into his mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone talk so fondly about their job before. And I work with artists all day.”

“So you are an artist!”

“I mean, I think so, but not everyone agrees.”

Steve’s brows pinch in confusion. He’s about to ask Eddie to elaborate, but he doesn’t have to. Eddie seems to pick up on the visible confusion on his face. A surprising feat, considering Robin’s the only one who's ever been able to decipher Steve’s facial expressions.

“M’tattoo artist.”

“Must be some tattoo artist if you can afford a place like this on your own.”

Eddie’s cheeks start to turn a familiar rosy color; thankfully, hives don’t follow. Instead, he reaches for a loose tendril of his hair and pulls it across his face. Hiding his blush from Steve’s line of sight.

“I mean, I’m decent,” Eddie shrugs. “But uh, I also came into some money after a wrongful arrest when I was 18. Thought it was time to use the money for good instead of letting it collect dust under my bed.”

“Well, you definitely made the right choice.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie big bang #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #mailman steve harrington #tattoo artsit eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #dani writes

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Curious what your thoughts are on ppl being "obligate" polyam?

I ask because I've been debating if maybe I might be because I feel so in love with my gf rn, but... I still feel like I'm missing something. Like. She feels like a single flavor of food that I like. But, as much as I do I couldn't live off of just that one thing yk?

It scares me though, because she's explicitly monogamous, so I can't really go out and explore and try it out to see if it's for me without losing her. I don't really know what to do. Or how much longer I should stay still feeling like this. Or if I should just dismiss it as baseless anxiety and just let myself enjoy being with her.

I'm so scared to break her heart.

And like, how can I do this? How can I seriously be considering losing her just to try something I don't even know if I need or will even like.

It feels wrong, I love her this is stupid. But I just can't seem to dismiss it. I mean, I'm literally typing this in the middle of a New Years Eve party because I just can't get it out of my head.

I think what you’re calling “obligate” polyam is what I call “inherently” polyam, where, it’s like, I WILL fall in love or at least crush on other people and want to date them at the same time no matter what, it’s not a choice it’s just how I feel.

I started this blog as an outlet for my anger issues which I now realize probably stem from my bpd and just to talk about polyamory- correct the RAMPANT misinformation people were spreading, but also, to talk about the stuff no one else seemed to talk about. I’m really lucky that my polyam mutuals post about all the wonderful things about polyamory- the love, the amazing partners, the memes, etc. But that left me needing a space to talk about what I felt the most- shame.

I came out at 17 as polyam and it was awful. I was terrified I was going to lose my partner over it. I was filled with this awful feeling of being a horrible person for not “loving my partner enough” and so worried they were going to see it as them “not being good enough for me”. I mean I was seriously broken up about it.

But my partner took it in stride. We made it work. But I still felt this deep shame that ended up leading me to decide to be monogamous just for them after a while.

I even started dating my now-again-gf while dating my primary partner at the time, and although she literally dated me while I was dating someone else and quite literally knows I run this blog, I still haven’t re-brought-up the fact that I’m polyam, and that’s 100% hanging over my head, especially with how infatuated I am with someone else right now, though we’ve talked about that a little.

I’m really lucky I have people like @eevyerndracaneon and the people in my polyam discord server to talk openly about the shame and guilt that I still to this day feel about being polyam despite running one of the biggest polyamory blogs on this website.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned though, it’s that monogamous people can be a lot more open-minded than you’d expect. I’ve never actually dated anyone polyam. All of my partners have been monogamous. And all of my monogamous partners have been fine with me dating other people while also dating them.

And a few years ago, my brother came out as polyam! And it was even harder for him than coming out as gay! And once again I was lucky enough to ride on the tailwind of him coming out first as the older one and also come out as polyam. Even my best friend and I have talked about dating and having an open relationship in the past.

It’s funny, and wild, how many polyamorous people you’ll meet out in the open once you come out too. My first semester in college, I was sitting in front of two older trans guys when I heard them talking about polyamory, and shyly I turned around and asked if they were polyam and they said yes, and they were the first polyam people I had met (that I know of).

Just a few months ago I was at a concert and sat next to a group of 3 people that were all really touchy and flirty, and since they were all really obvious about it I just asked if they were all dating and they explained their polycule to me and I was just like… me! That’s me! Me too! And they were SO happy to meet me back!

A lot of the other polyam blogs on here will tell you the same thing: it’s unrealistic to expect one person to fill every single want and need you have, and can put a lot of pressure on that person to do things they maybe aren’t comfortable with.

It’s not as unusual and shameful as you might think. It’s really all about conquering that inner polyphobia, which can be really hard, and is a process. Hell, I’m 24 now, and run this majorly successful polyam blog, and I’m STILL in my discord server like “guys idk how to tell my gf I’m polyam… again… uh… imma just not rn”.

Only you can decide what the best course of action for you is. I know I’ve lived fine with choosing monogamy and feeling like I’m missing out on some of my wants/needs as a sacrifice for a wholesome relationship I wanted to keep. A compromise, if you will. I also know that not coming out to my partner as polyam was eating me up inside at the time. And that when they did end our relationship and I was able to be with someone else I did realize things I was missing from that relationship and how GOOD it was to finally have those things.

Be optimistic. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, really, it’s that there’s more of us out there than you think, even if we go by different names, but also that monogamous people really can be open-minded and willing to share a partner.

#punk gets mail #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous

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gilbirda · 2 years

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Third Law of Motion

Established everlasting trio.

@batpham-discord-highlights

Danny and whoever he wishes to bring are invited to a week at the beach with the Waynes. Tim says he wants to talk, but does he know he is already dating his best friends?

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Befriending the Justice League at first had been kind of a rocky situation. There was a lot of misunderstandings, a lot of mistrust, and for some reason Superman hated his guts with passion.

But after some years Danny had settled as one of the fixed members, and one of the most powerful ones, if he can say so himself.

Batman took a while to warm up to him, and maybe helping him create a weapon that could take down the Ghost King helped a lot, but in the end the man revealed himself as the billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne.

It was… an experience, not gonna lie.

Danny’s track record with rich men were Vlad, which despite having mellowed with time AND with losing his right to the throne on the grounds of being a loser, was still a bit of a creep; and Lex Luthor when the man tried to summon him to ask for a wish or something, or maybe try to enslave him to his will? It wasn’t really clear what he wanted, Baldie talked and talked and talked and Danny just got bored and set everything on fire.

Anyway, Bruce Wayne turned out to be kind of a nice guy? The real one, since the public persona was kind of an idiot. The Bruce Wayne he met when he came over to visit for dinner one time, Bruce’s butler-slash-father insisted, was a tired man trying to keep up in a world where gods walked among humans.

Danny respected that.

Also, the man had a huge family. It was stupid. He had an adoption problem, definitely; but also he had such a big heart to accept so many people as his own - not only the officially adopted, but the friends of the family that were considered family too.

Danny left the mansion feeling warm and yearning for a family like that - noisy, rowdy, not afraid to throw down on the living room and wrestle for the remote. He wanted that so much that he couldn’t stop the mini-heart attack when he was invited to come over again, and then again for Thanksgiving and when he realized he had the contact information of everybody saved in his phone.

The Waynes were not afraid to touch his cold skin and call him out on his bullshit, to make jokes about being dead (well, that was more Jason, the dude he found out had some ectoplasm in his veins), to ask about his Kingdom without apprehension in their voices.

They were weird, but amazing.

Also, the Waynes invited him and whoever he wanted to bring to a one week beach vacation. They would take care of everything - transportation, food and where to stay. He and his people would only need to bring their own luggage to the airport, where they would meet.

Turns out, they flew in a private jet to a private island. “This way you can be yourself without thinking of being seen.” Bruce had said when he saw Danny’s shocked face.

“Isn’t it neat having rich friends?” Tucker adjusted his glasses as he sat down on Danny’s bed, watching him look for his bag of toiletries in his suitcase and put it in the ensuite gigantic bathroom.

Because the summer mansion was big enough so everyone had their own room, of course.

“Don’t let Sam hear you, she was pissed off enough about the environmental impact of using a private jet.”

“I think Damian’s rant about Wayne Enterprises’ eco projects and plans for the next five years will shut her up for the rest of the week.”

“I love that kid. I have decided he is my favorite only because of Sam's sour face as he talked.”

Danny chuckled. It had been a success to bring his best friends and partners to this trip. He knew they would get along with the Waynes, but after the flight it became clear that Sam and Damian would get like a house on fire and that Tucker had found his techno geek equal in Tim.

There was a knock on his door.

“Danny? Are you decent?”

“Morally? No, but I have clothes on, if that’s what you are asking.”

From the other side of the door, Jazz’s long suffering sigh was heard perfectly. “That joke got old after the first three times.”

“It’s funnier the more you hate it,” he said as she opened the door and walked in, already wearing her bathing suit and beach dress. “Excited much?”

She blushed a little. “It’s been a while since I went on vacation.”

“That’s what you get when you are such a workaholic.”

She blushed harder. “Shut up, as if you were better,” Jazz smiled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “When was the last time you slept more than three hours at night?”

“I plead the fifth.”

Her face when he said this could rival some of Alfred’s worse ‘im not mad, just disappointed in you’ moments. But she didn’t make a comment on it. Good, as if she held the higher ground morally speaking - she got worse when she was invested in a new project.

“I came to tell you that everyone is going down to the beach, and that refreshments will be served soon. If you want food then don’t take too long.”

With that, she turned and left the room, her steps quiet as always.

“Sometimes I forget how hot your sister is.”

“Tucker!” He hit his friend on the shoulder, growling. “What the heck?”

“What? We are all adults!” The young man rubbed his shoulder. “And it isn’t like I’m interested or anything - hell, she’s like my own sister at this point. I’m just appreciating how good the years have been with her.” His friend looked at him with a pensive gesture. “And you as well, my friend. Blessed is the day you agreed to go out with me.”

Danny rolled his eyes, going back to his suitcase to get his swimming trunks and change in the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror once he had changed. It wasn’t like he thought he wasn’t pretty, he knew attracted attention; it was just he didn’t care that much about it, you know?

Not that he was actually looking for someone else - he had two amazing best friends that were too good for him and actually beat into his head that they really liked him and wanted to try a relationship. They made him feel special already and he had lucked out on the partner department. Why care about more?

***

No kidding, the food was half devoured by the time he and Tucker made an appearance at the beach. The Waynes had set up a dining table and chairs in a wooden platform close to the beachline, since the whole place was for them.

Jazz had saved him some, but both knew it wasn’t enough to feed his ghostly metabolism, so Danny proceeded to grab a plate and stuff there anything that looked half decent.

Who was he kidding - rich people's food was amazing and it wasn’t either his parents’ ecto contaminated food or Jazz’s bland cooking.

With a full belly and after being bullied by his sister and partners to get suncream on, despite insisting that he was already dead and wouldn’t be affected by human ailments; Tim had convinced him to try out a monster of an inflatable floaty that was shaped like a giant avocado.

“Alright now what?” He watched as the young man pushed him and his inflatable platform further from shore. Sam and Tucker said they would follow once their floaties were ready.

“Now we wait.”

“For what.” Danny carefully moved a little so Tim could sit beside him on the inflatable avocado.

“For a big wave and then we ride it.”

“Like surfing?” the halfa frowned a little. The sea was calm for once. “And when will a wave come?”

“Anytime now.”

There was a bit of silence, but Danny didn’t mind. Between the sounds of the sea and the quiet companionship, he realized it has been a solid minute since he just… stopped and lived in the moment.

Tim was a cool guy, a bit weird, but the kind of weird that he was used to. He could talk for hours about something and didn't realize he had been rambling about a million things at the same time - Sam said they were very much alike in that sense, usually with a small knowing smile.

Okay he was cute. Danny wasn’t afraid to think it (now, to say it out loud…)

“Okay, I wanted to, uh, talk.”

“Alright?” Talk? About what?

When he turned to look at the other, he had his face hidden under his hair. Danny’s eyes went for their feet kicking the water, trying to decipher what the other would want to say.

“Tim?”

“Um.”

“You wanted to talk?”

“Talk? Who, me?” He laughed, sunking his head further. Danny saw the other’s ears when he moved, and they were red. He was blushing?

“What do you want to talk about?” And why did he need Danny alone? “Do you need help with something?”

Tim, instead of answering, took a deep breath and turned to look at him with a smile. There was no trace of a blush anywhere.

“You know what? It can wait.”

The halfa narrowed his eyes, detecting his own bullshit deflecting techniques - it could wait, but that didn’t mean Tim was gonna actually talk to him later in the trip, or maybe ever.

“Tell me. Is something bothering you?”

Maybe something he was too embarrassed to say? Or something he didn’t want his brothers to know and that’s why he was coming to him for help. Danny would help him hide a body if that’s what he wanted-

Woah, okay. Where did that come from?

It’s true that they were friends, but…

Tim shook his head. “Nah, everything is fine. So, about those waves.”

Danny narrowed his eyes but let it go. “No waves are coming. But, we can do something funnier.”

“Oh?” The other seemed interested. “Please enlighten me.”

Without further words, Danny transformed, ignoring the way his friend shivered when the rings phased through him at being this close. Sam and Tucker always said it was like a cold breeze.

“Now look who is overdressed.”

“Har har. Check this out.”

Using a bit of flight, Danny stood on the inflatable avocado and extended a hand. He focused, his green eyes turning a shade of blue that wasn’t quite human, and a freeze ray emerged from his fingers. The water on the side of the avocado was now slippery ice.

“I don’t understand where this is going, but that was kind of useless. You can’t freeze the sea.”

“I’m not planning on freezing the sea,” was Danny’s only warning before he shot a normal green beam from his other hand.

For those with basic physics knowledge, you’d know that Newton’s third law of motion says that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. In this case it meant that the poor floaty and its passengers were propelled forwards and placed on the patch of ice.

“You okay there?” Danny looked at his legs, where the poor human had latched on to not fall into the water.

“Yeah. And I see where this is going.” Quickly and carefully, showing off his nigh perfect balance control, the vigilante stood as well on the avocado. Tim fretted a little about where to place his hands, but decided to simply grab Danny’s shoulders. “Hit it.”

Not needing to be told more, Danny launched them both in a stupid yet incredible show of power - with one hand he froze the water in front of them and with the other he propelled the floaty like it was some kind of raft turned into a speedboat.

Both were laughing as they zipped from one end of the beach to the other, doing loops and stunts that nearly had them fall and eat ice and maybe break some bones.

Danny was having the time of his life, until his friend gasped.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, but his eyes were fixed on their paths and his concentration on using the freeze beam and the ecto beam at the same time.

“I think your sister is flirting with my brother.”

“WHAT.”

It took one moment, one second he looked towards the group of people gathered under beach umbrellas, to break his focus. It didn’t matter that his eyes confirmed it - Jazz was talking to Tim’s older brother, Jason, with a big smile on her face -, because when he stopped looking at where they were going his freeze ray stopped and physics did the rest.

Halfa, human and floaty were launched into the air and back into the water at a speed that would make the crash really hurt. In the last moment, Danny grabbed Tim and made them both intangible so the force of hitting the water at that speed didn’t break any of his bones.

They swam back to the surface, Danny now in human form, completely drenched and breathless from the scary fall.

“You guys okay?” They heard Dick call from the shore.

Danny did a thumbs up, but couldn’t really see with his black mop of hair in front of his eyes. He combed it back with his other hand, finding Tim really close.

“Hello there.”

The other’s cheeks flushed. “Well, that was fun.”

They looked at each other, the sound of the waves crashing in the sand filling in for conversation. Danny felt his cheeks burn a little, his eyes roaming toward the other’s lips when he licked the salt water from them. He had a healing cut in his lower lip, probably from crime fighting.

He wanted to kiss it.

Wait.

“I-I wanted to talk, yes.” Tim looked away for a moment, before frowning and turning back to him.

Danny heard Tim’s heart start beating faster and connected the dots. “I think I know where this is going.”

“You do?” There was a spark of fear in the blue. “Then what’s your answer?”

“I’ll have to talk with my partners but-”

“Partners?”

Danny blinked. Tim blinked.

“Dude,” he deadpanned, “I’m in a polycule with Tucker and Sam. You… you didn’t know?”

By the panicked face and the looks he gave the the group on the shore, and specifically, Danny’s best friends still getting ready to get into the water (the fuckers probably knew this was going to happen and set them up, Danny had to have a talk with them); Danny understood that Tim had no idea he was taken before trying to confess.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I will shut up now. This didn’t happen. Forget I said anything.” He covered his eyes with his hands.

“How didn’t you know? I never hid it.”

“I just thought you guys were very good friends!”

Danny threw his head back and laughed.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #danny fenton #brain dead ship #tim/danny #well not exactly but soon #established everlasting trio #BatPhamSummerSendOff2022 #BatPhamBeach2022 #dpxdc

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percahliaweek · 10 months

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FAQ

What tag should I use?

#percahliaweek should work nicely - you can @ us @percahliaweek so we can reblog your contribution on the corresponding day.

Will you be doing anything on Twitter/other social media?

We considered it! However, as other social media sites have proven unreliable (especially lately), we'll be hosting the event only on Tumblr. However, you're welcome to post your work wherever you like!

Can I do _ for the event?

Yes. Yep. Seriously, so long as it focuses on Perc'ahlia (and is appropriately tagged to avoid spoiling people), you can do it. Cosplay, inspired recipes, beadwork, podfic, go wild! Well, with the caveat that no hateful content will be permitted - don't use a joyous event to rain on someone else's parade or promote hatespeech, alright?

Is NSFW content allowed?

Given the ship in question and just how canonically horny they are for eachother - yes! However, we request that you tag this content as #nsfw and use the appropriate content filter on it. If posting in the Discord server, keep it to the 18+ chat. Be mindful of potential minors in fandom space + people browsing content in public.

I want to participate but haven't watched Campaign 1!

We welcome fans of The Legend of Vox Machina with open arms. As a result, it's requested that campaign fans do their best to avoid spoiling show fans for anything beyond what Season 2 has shown (Umbrasyl's defeat). That means late Campaign 1, the oneshots and any mention of them in other campaigns should be tagged as #cr1 spoilers (using just this tag for simplicity). Show fans, if you want to remain unspoiled, I recommend you block this on Tumblr and mute spoilery channels in the server.

Is there an AO3 collection for the fanfics?

One can definitely be set up closer to the start date!

Does my submission have to fit one of the prompts?

That would be ideal, yes! Anything freeform should be posted on Day 7 for Free/Random prompts. But fitting the prompt can be very loose - maybe you just use the word as a motif, or you take it in an entirely unexpected direction. We want to encourage creativity and fun more than anything else.

I don't know what to do for the Free/Random day!

We have a few recommendations (we are unaffiliated with the websites linked): Random page of the Encyclopedia Exandria Random word generator OTP prompt generator AU generator

Ghost’s Spell prompts [roll 2d20?]

Wild Magic Surge table

Life events table

If you've made prompt lists and would not mind them being featured here, reach out!

How did you choose the prompts?

Prompts were chosen over a day or two while talking with friends - they were intended to be open-ended enough to allow flexibility while also touching on key elements of the ship! Some obvious ones (ex: courage, heart, that sort of thing) were left out so that, hopefully, they could be included next year. If there's enough interest, future prompts could be chosen via fan poll.

Will this be an annual event?

We sure hope so! Hence optimistically keeping back some prompt ideas for the future. Let's see how this goes ;3

Why late September?

On September 29th, 2016, the Critical Role episode 'Passed Through Fire' aired, which features an iconic Perc'ahlia moment (no spoilers for show fans!). Following Burr's poll on which scene is most iconic for the pairing, we decided to have the week celebrate the anniversary of that episode.

So why did you announce this so early?

Because Maggie has been a gremlin about the idea since April. Also, most fans in this space are adults with jobs and responsibilities - allowing more time to create without a rush benefits everyone.

A Discord server?

We have set up a little server for this event on Discord, mostly to hang out with other Perc'ahlia fans and motivate eachother to work on our respective projects. The current link is HERE - let us know if it's not working!

Who is hosting this?

At the moment the users running this blog are @burr-ell and @blorbologist! If the event expands beyond our abilities, we will look into taking on other users to help out - you'll know if we need a hand <333

Any more questions? Feel free to send in an ask and we'll do our best to answer in a timely manner!

#percahliaweek #percahliaweek23

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selfshippinglover · 5 months

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Here's a pic of my Sona for reference and I'll try to draw up a Marty(my Morty OC) one soon: (commission by: (sorrel paws)

i am scared but i am desperate! Time to punch my anxiety into outer space! Fuck it I wanna rp! Rick and Mortty time! Any characters! I don't have a Rick OC but I have a Morty one I'd love to develop :D Love to use my insert! Every Rick ever my beloved! Oc's and other self inserts very welcome! Let's explore the multiverse together :)

i'd prefer to use pm/dms since it's all in one spot and easier to keep track of. Can rp on here or Discord.

Know that I'm working part time so answer times will vary but I have the next two days off so I'm very avaliable rn!

Feel free to just dm/pm if you're interested!

Morty Oc details below:

~Marty

~ Pronouns: He/ They Xe/Xem

Sexuality: Pansexual demiboy with more of an attraction to men

~Age: 20(present)

Family: Rick(dead) Summer(dead) Beth, Space Beth, Jerry, Uncle BirdPerson

Dimension: RK-977

Backstory: A normal Morty all things considered. Has a space grandpa that drives him nuts, goes on adventures, and ends up in a big stand off with the Intergalactic Feds. Things go wrong and people get hurt leaving him and the survivors of his family running throughout multiverse as wanted fugitives.

Family relationships:

Rick: There were ups and downs, bad nights because of alcohol and drugs, and some fucked up things here and there but Rick always put Marty first and has "died" numerous times for his sake. They didn't always see eye to eye on things but his love for Marty was never in doubt. Believes there's no one that can replace his Grandpa Rick.

Summer: A bitch of a sister but one hell of a partner. Marty and Summer were often tasked with taking care of one another on adventures as well as tag teaming. They fought on and off and generally kept a distance at school, Summer did her best to raise Marty despite the circumstances.

Jerry: He and Marty are talking and seeing one another occasionally. He got a divorce with Beth and has been living on his own sense. Stays in that shitty apartment taking odd jobs here and there while trying to make time for his kids. He still has some feelings for Beth but doesn't do anything about it since Beth seems to have moved on. He hopes that he can be a better father to his kids, and maybe even a friend to Beth.

Beth: Divorced Jerry awhile back and went to work taking care of the kids herself, Beth has been doing the best she can do. Jerry can't usually pay the child support so she's stuck working full time at the horse hospital. Tired, hurt, starting to get a drinking habit, and in fear of losing her kids love, she spends as much time with them as she can and leaves Rick to care for them when she can't. She's still processing the divorce and trying to figure out what she wants amidst the war.

Space Beth: A Beth that has been with the Resistance for years before meeting Marty, she ends up on the Smith families doorstep while laying low. despite being there for a short time, she quickly takes a liking to Beth and her family. She is the reason that they end up being pulled into the Feds line of sight in the first place. She's spent most of her life fighting and she continues you to with the addition of the Smiths.

Uncle BirdPerson/BP: Another Resistance member and one of the first to join in the efforts, Marty met BP through Space Beth. They started out on uneasy terms since they just crashed on some strangers couch for awhile to hide from the FEDs. Come to find out, he knew Marty's grandfather and was friends with him when they were younger. Deciding he's trustworthy, he adopts BP as an Uncle figure and frequents his house. BP ends up telling Marty everything he went through with his grandfather and grows close to him.

#IMMA KICK MY OWN ASS INTO GEAR #CAUSE I NEED TO FEED THE OBESSESION #BITES MY OWN ARM #rick and morty #rick and morty rp #oc x canon #morty x canon #morty x oc #oc x oc #looking for rp partner #looking for rick and morty rp partner #any rick and morty character #Marty #Marty oc

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justalilpearlie · 3 months

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Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts

Was abt time I did one of these.

Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.

I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)

I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.

I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)

- -🌄-📀-🌙- -💚- -💛- -✨-🌄-✨- -💛- -💚- -🌙-📀-🌄- -

I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)

I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)

I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...

Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!

- -💥-🐺-🌙- -❤️- -💛- -✨-💥-✨- -💛- -❤️- -🌙-🐺-💥- -

DNI prefferably:

- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)

- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.

- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.

- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much

CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj

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"Disclaimer"

- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref

- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.

- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.

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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)

Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny <3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)

Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3

New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)

That's it folks, love yall and see you around!

#intro post #introduction #c!pearl irl #sammy emily irl #delusional attachment #fictionkin #fictkin #fnaf irl #life series irl #empires irl #mcyt fictkin #mcyt fictionkin #mcyt kin #system friendly #endos dni #mcyt irl

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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Our Strange Life

Pairing: Silva & ofc Isabella (I promise this is NOT a pairing)

Word Count: 5200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I had this really great idea for a fic with Silva based on the trailer alone. I promise this is not a pairing fic, but a best friends one. A HUGE thank you to @mermaidxatxheart for reading and reassuring me and for the discord girlies for encouraging me to just go for it. I hope you enjoy!

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Silva Masterlist

I met Silva when we were kids, climbing trees and playing with the other kids from our village. One of them had pushed me in the mud, ruining the dress my mamá had just finished adjusting for me. I started to cry and Silva rushed over, punching the boy in his face as he pushed him in the mud. He turned to me, a soft smile on his face and extended his hand, pulling me out of the sticky puddle.

We became inseparable ever since.

People thought we would get married and start a family, assuming that we were madly in love with each other because we were always seen in each other’s company. And it wasn’t proper for men and women of a certain age to just be friends, so surely we were courting.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

We loved each other, a true, deep love, but not in the traditional sense a man and woman were supposed to love each other. One day, I saw Silva and another young man from the village play fighting each other, Silva falling on top of the other and pinning him down. The way he looked at the boy told me there was more to it than what was considered “normal”. I only knew that look in his eye because it was the same way I looked at Lucia, with her long, flowing hair, soft eyes, and smile that could light up a room.

Later that night, I snuck out and met Silva at our spot, a small treehouse we had made when we were kids. We often would meet up here to talk and share secrets, and this time, I had a big one.

“Silva?” I say, trepidation in my voice. Even though I was fairly positive I was sure of what I saw, it was such a personal topic, and one that could have dire consequences if it ever got out.

“Bella?” He asks, turning to me, the light of the moon shining off of his hair, darkened by night.

“I…do you like Mateo?”

He shifts where he sits, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face. “He’s ok. Has a terrible punch though.”

“No that’s.. That’s not what I mean.” I take a deep breath. “Do you…like him?”

His eyes narrow more, putting himself in protect mode. “What are you asking me?”

“I only ask because I saw you wrestling today, and when you fell, it looked like…well it looked like you were maybe…more?”

“More than what?”

“That you liked him more than a friend?”

He stands abruptly, finger pointing in my face. “How dare you ask me that! To accuse me of such a..a..”

“I like Lucia the same way.”

I had never said it out loud to anyone, terrified that if I did it would become true, as if not saying it would make it not.

His eyes widen, his hand falling to his side as he studies my face. “You like…Lucia?”

I nod. “I do.”

“You like her like…how a man is supposed to like a woman?”

I nod, my eyes casting downward. “It took me a while to realize it, but…yes.”

To my surprise, he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. He leans his head on my shoulder, nearly whispering in my ear.

“I thought I was the only one who felt this way. The wrong way.”

I pull my head back to look at him. “Who says it’s wrong?”

He looks past me to the village. “I’m fairly certain they do. The whole world does.”

“Fuck them. Fuck the world. Love is love.”

He smiles, hugging me one last time before he lets me go.

“So…what do we do? If people find out, it won’t end well for us.” He sits down on the floor, leaning against the side of the misshapen walls we had cobbled together so long ago. I sit next to him, taking his hand and looping my fingers through his as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Protect each other.”

He squeezes my hand. “I have always protected you.”

“That’s true. But I mean…we have to protect each other in other ways now.”

“How so?”

“People already talk, Silva. Assume that we will be together as husband and wife.”

“We already said we do not feel the same-”

“Yes,” I squeeze his hand. “But if we don’t, people will talk. And then rumors will start and we will either be forced to marry someone whom we cannot share our secret with. Or we will be…” I gesture vaguely at the world.

“Not allowed to continue with life.”

I nod against his shoulder. “Exactly.”

He’s quiet for several long moments before taking a deep breath and letting out a long sigh. “So…we get married?”

“I think so.”

“And then what?”

“We protect each other.”

“That is a given but I meant…do we..ignore who we are?”

I turn my head up to look at him. “No. I would never condemn you to that life.”

“So…ok, so if we find someone who feels as we do-”

“Then we’re allowed to go explore those feelings.”

He’s silent for several minutes this time, thinking over what we just discussed.

“You would bind yourself to me this way? Knowing that I feel for men the way a woman does?”

I nod. “You’d do the same knowing I feel for women the way a man does.”

“Then it’s settled. We will marry to get our families off our backs.”

—----

Silva proposed to me within the week in the middle of our village, our families looking on and cheering, knowing looks on their faces like they knew this marriage would happen and why did it take us so long to do it?

We smile through the ceremony, Silva planting a convincing kiss on my lips to make our marriage official. We dance, laugh, and sing with everyone, trying to hide our glances towards those we truly loved.

Our honeymoon was spent at the next village over, where they assumed we would be starting our family. But instead, we rode the trails, exploring the new village and perfecting our public portrayal as man and wife.

When we returned to our village, people whispered, wondering when the baby would arrive. I smiled, putting on a fake display of blushing whenever I was asked about the honeymoon, saying things like “Hopefully a spring baby!” whenever asked. When no pregnancy bloomed, people said it was ok, that these things take time. But after a few years, and a couple of rumors about Silva with some traveling men that had stopped at the local tavern, people started gossiping in other ways.

“You have to be more careful, Silva! People are talking!”

Silva is pacing our bedroom, anger radiating off of him. “Maybe they see how you look at Lucia!”

I roll my eyes. “They would never suspect me. They assume I like her dress.”

“Well that’s hardly fair-”

“The men you were…around, talked, Silva. They’re saying things.”

His eyes snap to mine and he stops pacing. “What things?”

I give him a pointed look. “Things. Like how they gossip about couples. Men and women couples.”

His eyes narrow and he shifts. “I-”

“Are they true?”

“What?”

“Did you lay with them?”

“How dare-”

“I’m not angry, Silva. We agreed we could be us. But we also said we have to be careful. These people will hang us, Silva. Just for loving what they think is the wrong way. Even if the rumors are false.”

His shoulders drop. “I am sorry, Bella. I was not thinking with my head.”

I chuckle. “Well, I mean, you sort of were.”

He laughs and pulls me to him, wrapping me in his arms, kissing the top of my head. “If I were ever to love a woman, I know it would be you.”

—-

I think things are getting better after our talk, but then Jake comes to town. Silva and he hit it off right away, the tension between them obvious to me. Jake is nice, young like us, and charming. I can see why Silva likes him.

But one night of a party gone on too long than was acceptable between 2 men behind closed doors, and the town is buzzing, and not in a good way. I bang on the door to Jake’s room in the saloon, hearing shuffling behind it. Jake opens the door, shirt obviously put on in haste, his pants not even fastened correctly.

“Isabella,” he nods. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to speak to my idiot husband,” I say quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear.

“I don’t know what-”

“It’s ok, Jake. Let her in. She knows.”

Jake looks at me and opens the door enough for me to slink in as he locks it behind me. Silva is sitting on the bed, shirt on but no pants, and he looks at me.

“What is it?”

“You’re an idiot!”

Jake chuckles behind me, not realizing the severity of the situation quite yet.

“Bella, what-”

“They know, Silva. They are talking about the strange man and Silva being locked up in this room all night, behaving in a manner that is..suspicious, as they say.”

Jake walks into my line of vision. “They could hear us?”

“People gossip here, Jake. Silva knows this. But he likes you too much that he can’t keep it in his pants long enough to make sure he isn’t being overheard!”

“I’m tired of keeping myself hidden!”

I sigh. “So am I, but it’s either that or they hang us, Silva!”

“They can’t prove anything.”

I scoff. “We’ve been married what, 4 years? And have no children? And then the multiple rumors about you with men…people are starting to piece it together. The old ladies are patting my shoulder in the stores, giving me a sad look.”

He snorts. “If they only knew you liked women.”

Jake's eyes grow wide. “Wait..you like women? Like how..” he gestures between himself and Silva and I nod.

“That’s why we married. To protect each other but also so we could be ourselves.”

“Well what do you propose we do?”

I pace the room for a few moments before it all clicks in.

“A child.”

“What about a child?”

I look at Silva. “We have a child.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s the only way those rumors will be put to rest. They will think that if we have a child that you can’t possibly be with men.”

Silva looks at Jake and then back to me. “You’re serious?”

“It’s the only way.”

Jake clears his throat. “I should uh..leave you guys alone-”

Silva’s hand shoots out, grabbing Jake's wrist. “No, stay.”

It all makes sense. This isn’t just a fling. This is love.

“You’re in love?” I ask, a smile pulling up the corners of my mouth as I clasp my hands together.

Jake and Silva look at each other. Jake nods to Silva who looks back at me.

“We are.”

I squeal, running over to each of them and giving them the biggest hug I can manage. “I am so happy for you both!”

Silva chuckles as Jake laughs loudly.

“You didn’t tell me just how supportive she is, Silva.”

He smiles at me, his eyes warm with the love we share. “She’s the best.”

The smile dies on my lips. “This doesn’t fix the problem, Silva.”

His eyes fall, shoulders slumping as Jake rubs his back.

"I'm just not ready for that, Bella. There has to be something else we could-"

“What if you leave town with me?” Jake suggests.

Silva looks at him. “Leave? With you?”

He nods. “Yeah. I think I could make room for ya.” He lightly punches Silva’s shouler.

“But…I can’t leave Bella.”

“Bring her along.”

I laugh. “The 3 of us riding across the country together?”

Jake looks at me. “It could be fun. ‘Sides, I know some women who feel like you. Maybe you could also find someone.”

So we put aside the thought of children, both of us not really ready to be parents, hoping that leaving with Jake will be the solution we were looking for.

—----

In the end, we leave our village, quelling rumors of Silva’s escapades with a story about healing springs and how Jake was a healer that Silva had hired to help me with conceiving a child. People looked at us suspiciously, but we were able to leave within a fortnight.

We traveled together for a short while, but no matter where we stopped, it wasn’t long before rumors would start up about Jake and Silva. It was too obvious they were more than friends. And we didn’t have the safety we found in people we knew who would purposely look the other way.

“We have to split up.” Jake says to Silva one night, halting my efforts to clean my face in the washbowl.

“What? Why would you say that?” Silva demands, striding over to Jake, who backs away.

“Everywhere we go, people know. You’re not safe - we’re not safe together.”

“I don’t give a fuck what other people say!”

“Yes but I do! And you’re putting her in danger as well.” Jake points to me.

“How?”

“What do you think will happen to the woman who knew her husband and his best friend were together and she didn’t report it?”

Silva looks at me, a pained expression on his face and my heart twists.

“No, listen. Jake…Silva.. I’ll leave.”

“What?” Silva’s eyes are wide. “You cannot leave!”

“It’s the only way no one will ask and you can be together.”

“But-”

“It won’t work.” Jake cuts him off, shaking his head. “Then it’ll just be me and Silva and people already suspect enough with you here. You should just go back to your village. It’s safer there.”

Silva scoffs. “They already suspect me.”

Jake takes a deep breath, putting his hands on either side of Silva’s face. “Then give them a reason not to.”

Silva looks at him, eyes wide. “A child?”

Jake nods.

“Wait,” I say, walking up to them. “There’s got to be a way you can stay together.”

Jake’s eyes don’t leave Silva. “There isn’t.”

I can see Silva choking back tears and it breaks my heart not to be able to help him. Jake leans forward, pressing his lips to Silva’s and I avert my eyes, not because it’s shameful but because the love is so strong, I feel like I’m intruding on a very private moment.

“I’ll leave you guys to discuss things.”

I close the door behind me, wiping the tears from my face, my brain moving a million miles a minute to try and think of a way I can keep them together but also alive. When I can’t calm down, I go downstairs and find Lola, who looked liked she could be Lucia’s sister, and she follows me back to my room. Two women talking behind closed doors doesn’t raise any alarms, but if someone were to press their ear to my door and hear the sounds Lola pulls from me as she buries her face between my thighs, we’d surely be hanged.

—-

A few hours later, a soft knock sounds at my door. I disentangle myself from Lola and pull on my robe, closing it as I open the door to find Silva standing there, his hair slightly disheveled and eyes red with tears long since shed.

“Let’s do it.”

I open the door wider to let him in and his eyes land on the bed and a sleeping Lola as I close the door. He turns to me, raising his eyebrows in question. I nod and he gives me a soft smile.

“She is like us?” He asks in a whisper.

I nod. “Sort of. She likes both.”

“I’d say lucky her but I imagine that’s just as difficult to hide. Twice the love though.”

I smile sadly at him, clutching the robe around me. “What happened?”

He looks at me, pulling me to the far side of the room and lowering his voice. “Let’s do it.”

“Do..what?”

“The kid thing.”

Oh.

“You’re serious?”

“It’s the only way. I have to keep you safe, and Jake safe.”

I nod. “Ok…so when we get back to the village, we just-”

Silva shakes his head. “We can’t wait that long. We’re supposed to be on a healing retreat to help you have a child, remember?”

I’d forgotten. “Oh right.”

“It will take us a few months to get back to the village. By then, you’ll be showing and it will make sense that Jake is…no longer with us. That his treatment worked.”

“But you and Jake-”

“We both agreed.”

“Ok so-”

“We should start now in case it takes you time to get…get pregnant.”

“Now??”

He nods. “Now.”

He reaches up to my shoulder and tries to push the robe off my shoulder awkwardly, like he’s not into it. Which he isn’t. I grab his wrist.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Starting…I mean, we have to…”

I’m so not ready for this. “Hold on.”

I walk to the bed and gently shake Lola awake. She pulls me to her and kisses me, pinching my nipple through my robe. I gasp but pull away.

“I need you to leave.”

Her eyes flick between me and Silva. “Are you safe?”

“What? Oh yeah. We just have to try and have a baby like now in order to save our lives so…”

“Oh! Well um…ok? I thought he was like you?”

I nod. “He is.”

“Oh.” Oh indeed.

“Well, I’ll be down the hall if you need me.” Lola gets up and puts on her clothes, slinking out of the door and closing it behind her. Silva locks it and takes a deep breath, letting it out before he turns to me. He tries to unbutton his shirt but his fingers are trembling, making it difficult to grip. I walk up, taking his hands in mine and give him a soft smile that is more confident than I feel. I move his hands by his sides and start to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders when I finally open it. We get his undershirt off, his tanned chest shining slightly in the candlelight.

He hesitates when it comes time to remove his underpants. Taking a deep breath, I slide my robe off and set it on the little table we have in the room, standing completely naked in front of him. While we’ve seen each other naked before, it was never for any reason other than convenience or bathing. He clenches his jaw and removes his pants, shoving them across the room with his foot. I walk over to the bed and lay down, spreading my legs when he starts to lay on me, his eyes closing in concentration. For several moments, nothing happens.

“You just put it in-”

“I know where to put it, Bella.”

“I’m not saying you don’t, but-”

“Just shush. I can’t think when you talk.”

He reaches between us and grips himself, trying to get himself to harden but he can’t.

“I don’t-”

“Want me to help?” I ask, completely unsure of what I would actually do as I’ve never touched a man in that way.

Silva looks at me. “I don’t think that will help, but try it.”

“You’ll have to tell me what to do. What you like.”

He nods and I put my hand between us, touching him lightly. He gives me instructions on what to do but nothing seems to work.

“Maybe if you…would you be comfortable with using your mouth?”

“You mean, put it in my mouth?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Uh…ok. Sure.”

He flips onto his back and I move between his legs. He instructs me, tells me what to do but nothing seems to help. He slams his fists on the bed and yells.

“How are we to have a kid if I can’t even get-”

I smack my forehead. “We’re idiots!”

“We already knew that, Bella.”

“No,” I laugh. “We’re having problems because we aren’t attracted to each other. Not even a little. Not in that way.”

He sits up on his elbows, raising his back off the bed. “That makes sense. I’ve never had this problem before but I’ve never been with a woman. Wait, are you having problems too? Can women have…problems?”

I nod. “I’m not even a little wet.”

“It gets wet??”

We both laugh, and the tension breaks.

“Hey Bella?”

“Yeah?”

“What if….what if we invited Jake in here?”

“What do you mean?”

“To help me..” he gestures to his dick, which had twitched at the mention of Jake.

“Oh. So like, he could..help you?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry, that’s not fair to you. I won’t ask-”

“Silva, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ll do anything for you.”

He smiles. “Yes, but this is different.”

“It’s very different, but it’s us.”

Silva goes to get Jake and, to my surprise, returns with him and Lola. We all sit and explain the situation, Jake and Lola agreeing to help us. Apparently, she’s been in this situation before, more than once, and so, with everyone’s agreement, she takes charge.

“Ok, Bella-” she points to me. “-take off your robe and get on the bed.”

Damn she’s so hot when she’s commanding. I do as she says, laying on my back and watch her eyes darken as they rake over my naked form.

“You two-” she turns to Jake and Silva. “-you can start things between yourselves. I trust you know how?”

They both give her a look and she chuckles. “Just teasing.” She walks over to Jake and speaks in his ear, Jake nodding when she finishes.

“Understand?”

He nods. “Yes ma’am.”

Lola comes back over to me, straddling my hips with her own as she leans down, kissing me while pinching my nipples, grinning when I moan into her mouth. She rolls her hips, sliding against me and I feel my breathing pick up.

“Wait, Lola.” I whisper. She pauses, lifting her head up to look at me.

“Yes?”

I can hear sounds being pulled from my husband on the other side of the room. “What…what does it feel like?”

She looks at me. “Have you never?”

I shake my head.

“Not even with Silva?”

“We don’t like each other that way.”

“Yeah, I know but not even because you were curious?”

I shake my head. “I never was. And if he ever was he never said.”

She tries to explain to me what laying with a man feels like, but I have nothing to compare it to. She tells me it may hurt a little since it was my first time, but she was going to try her best to warm me up. When I asked what that meant, she smiled darkly and slid down my body, licking and sucking between my thighs for several moments before inserting a finger inside of me, which eventually became 2, then 3. I could feel myself stretching but it wasn’t bad - course that could be because Lola was stroking some part of me inside while nuzzling and licking at me on the outside. My hands grip the sheets, fisting them as I feel my release building quickly.

“Roll over.”

I do as she says and she pulls my hips up, pushing my back down into the bed, helping me to make an arch with my back. She lays on her side on the bed, using her hand to touch me, continuing to make me feel good, but holding me off just enough to not allow me to come. Then I feel movement behind me, a hand making a shape similar to the one Silva had made when he was touching himself.

“Are you ready?” Lola speaks in my ear.

I nod, not knowing how I’d ever be ready for this strange position I find myself in, literally and figuratively.

And then I feel him, very different from the thin fingers of Lola, pushing past my entrance, sliding into me and it’s all very overwhelming, my skin pulling and stretching at the edges in order to pull him in. He slides back out, grunting as he pushes back in, words being whispered from Jake to Silva that weren’t made for me and he picks up the pace, Lola sliding her fingers through my folds as she pushes me over the edge, having been edged before. I tighten around him and another thrust and he comes, grunts tumbling from his lips that are quickly stifled by Jake’s lips on his as he continues to spill inside of me. Several moments pass, all of us breathing, Jake and Silva continuing to make out as his hips start to still. Lola turns my head to the side, brushing my hair from my face as she kisses me all over my face, finally settling on my lips. Silva pulls out and I feel lighter, stickier than normal between my thighs.

“Lay on your back and put your feet in the air,” Lola instructs me, helping me to get into position so I can put my feet against the wall. Silva sits on the bed next to me, lacing his fingers with mine. Lola kisses me again before getting off the bed, saying her and Jake would return in a bit. They got dressed and left, Silva not quite meeting my eyes.

“Are you ok?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’m ok.”

“Did I…did I hurt you?”

“Not, not really. I mean, it was definitely different than Lola, but I’m ok.”

“I’m sorry it came to this.”

I squeeze his hand and he finally looks at me. “It’s nothing we didn’t expect. We went into this knowing it may have to happen. And if I had to do..this..with any man? I am so glad it’s you.”

Silva leans over and kisses my forehead. “I’m so glad I pushed Luis in the mud that day.”

I laugh. “Me too. Now let’s just hope this takes so we don’t have to do that again.”

—-

We wait a bit to see if I fell pregnant, Jake and Silva spending almost every hour together. There was no need for him to be with me - there was nothing he could do. And this gave me more time with Lola, whom I would have to leave soon if I became pregnant.

When I didn’t have my blood a few weeks later, we knew I’d gotten pregnant. While we were relieved it happened on the first try, and we knew we’d love this child with everything we had, both of us were terribly sad at having to leave the people we loved, truly loved.

They followed us out of town, deciding to leave together as well so as to dispel any lingering rumors about all of us. We each set up our own camps, spending the night saying goodbye in our own way, not knowing if we’d ever be allowed to touch this way again. Years later I would still vividly remember her lips on mine and how she showed me things I never knew I’d miss so much. Silva turned in on himself for a while, pouring out his frustration and anger in building us a new house after we’d secured some property just outside of town. A small ranch was what we decided on, and I would be mending clothing for the village as well.

Our son was born 9 months later, screaming and fighting on his way out, and all rumors of Silva’s habits dissipated. Silva was beside himself with love for our son, always holding him whenever he wasn’t at my chest, helping him walk by having him hold his thumbs, teaching him to ride a horse when he was old enough, and teaching him to shoot. He’d even learned more about what it was like for a man to lay with a woman, just in case his son asked, which of course he did.

20 years later, we watch our son marry the girl he’d loved since he was little, both of them smiling from ear to ear on their wedding day, giddy at the prospect of starting their honeymoon. It was odd having an empty house, just Silva and I padding about a once noisy home that one day may hold some grandkids.

But now that it was just us, and the rumors about Silva had long since been extinguished, I decided it was time. So at dinner one night, I turn to him, taking his hand in mine and waiting for him to look at me.

“Go to him.”

Silva stops mid bite. “What?”

“Jake. Go to him.”

He takes the bite, slowly chewing before he sets his fork down. “I don’t know where he is.”

“I know you got a letter telling you. Just go, Silva.”

“But I can’t leave you.”

I squeeze his hand. “I’ll be ok. Our daughter in law is pregnant, which means I’ll soon be chasing more little ones around our home.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fi-”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

I wave my hand. “I won’t be soon. I just want you happy, Silva. Go. Be happy. Just write me from time to time.”

It takes him another 2 months to finally hear me and my insistence that I, and our son, will be fine. He packs his bags and leaves, a kiss and a promise to write before he takes off in the opposite direction of town. I would tell them that he left to find work and when he doesn’t return, people will assume he died. Or got lost. Either way, I know he’ll be happy and that’s all I want.

About 6 months later, a lone horse with a single rider comes down our path. I stand from my place in the garden, wiping the dirt from my hands as I bring one to my brow, shielding it from the sun. The horse comes to a stop and the rider gets off, tying the reins off as they walk to me.

As she walks to me.

She takes off her hat and I gasp, my eyes meeting those of Lola’s, whom I was convinced I’d never see again. She stands before me, slightly aged but somehow more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She smiles as she extends her hand, a letter clasped in it. I take the letter and open it, eyes scanning down the page.

“Bella -

I could not be happy until I knew you were as well. Please know you always have a friend in me.

Be happy.

-Silva”

I look up at Lola, tears in my eyes and we embrace, our lips crashing together in a kiss we never thought we’d have again. And we live out our days in bliss, happy that we could be ourselves on this little ranch just outside of town.

—----

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Master Of Puppets

Summary: After you’ve been hiding away in your trailer for days, your best friend Eddie Munson comes to check up on you with ice tea and pizza but things take an emotional turn over your shared love for music and singing together.

Pairing: bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Romantic Porn With Plot (18+!) | oral (f receiving),fingering, pulling out, a sexual innuendo containing Robert Plant |, Friends To Lovers, Teeth-rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Vibes, Quite A Good Heap Of Angst, An Ungodly Plethora Of Pet Names Linked To Food, Mentions Of Weed, Talk About Depression, Me Slightly Nerding Out About Music

Word Count: 4.7k (What can I say? My heart has a massive boner for Eddie Munson 🖤)

A/N: Ight, I never really wrote friends to lovers before but here we go! This fic was brought to you by me discovering the existence of watermelon flavored ice tea and devouring a pizza while having absolute Eddie Munson brain rott. Enjoy!

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Heavy raindrops hammered onto the roof of your trailer just like the hot tears that were overflowing your lower lash line and cascading down your cheeks. Belly first you had flopped yourself onto your messy bed hours ago and hadn’t really moved since. The oversized Led Zeppelin shirt you counted as one of your very favorites didn’t give you any of the comfort you were longing for so desperately today.

Today wasn’t exactly your day. That’s what you were telling yourself for at least two weeks now. All energy seemed lost, sleep was something that rarely happened and maintaining some sort of social life was clearly out of question entirely. Oh, it had been getting really bad for you again but you refused to accept that this depressive episode was actually happening. You didn’t want it to, of course, but the situation of you laying with one side of your face pressed to the mattress while silently crying told a different story and the rainy madness going on outside served you just fine.

With your trusty teddy bear pressed closely to your chest, you let out a long and tired groan oozing with discomfort. You needed to get a grip, to take a hold of the situation - of yourself for that matter- but the exhaustion of simply being awake that now inhabited each and every muscle didn’t let you. Everything seemed to be too much of an effort. Taking a shower and getting at least halfway dressed 4 hours ago had already felt like running a marathon and you still couldn’t be bothered with getting up again.

Rubbing your puffy face against the sheets to haphazardly wipe away a new flush of tears, you got interrupted by a fast and stern knock on your door. You didn’t react to it with any more than a puzzled frown.

“Ey, pumpkin! Open up!” The muffled voice of a certain Eddie Munson rang through the thin walls.

Your closest friend since you set foot into Hawkins High hammered his palm against the door again after you said or did absolutely nothing.

“C’mon, I know you are there!” he argued, “You left your bathroom light on.”

From an indistinct point where you’d been busy staring holes into the air, your gaze shot down the short floor to your bathroom door and Eddie was right. A telltale beam of soft, warm light illuminated the gap between the door and the wooden ground.

“Fuck…” You muttered under your breath but still didn't bother to move. Maybe he’d let you alone if you just did nothing long enough.

“Hey, I’m getting wet out here, sweet pea!” Eddie tried to convince you, “But you know what’s worse? That nice, hot pepperoni pizza I’m having here is getting soggy if you don’t open up soon.”

“Hmm…” You pondered with yourself for a moment at the announcement of hot pizza in your severe lack of breakfast or lunch.

“May I add that I brought ice tea and a fat joint too?” You could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice even through the thundering rain, “That’s a deal you absolutely DO NOT want to miss!”

“Smug asshole.” You sighed while rolling your eyes. He got you and both of you knew.

“ALRIGHT, jeez.” You answered eventually before you rolled yourself onto your back and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

You knew that you probably looked like you got hit by a bus and that Eddie would turn to-the-moon-and-back concerned in no time but in exchange for a good slice of pepperoni pizza and a hit of pot you felt somewhat ready to handle that.

After you finally dragged yourself off the bed, you waddled towards the front door. Before you opened it, you took one deep breath to steady yourself for the wave of worried attention that was about to hit you.

“Can’t even mope around in peace, can I?” You started with a humoristic remark to play right over your disheveled looks.

“Love you too, pumpkin-” Eddie was about to lean in and press an obligatory smooch to your forehead but he stopped right in his tracks as his deep brown eyes locked with yours.

He inspected you for a moment before his eyes dropped down to your hands. Chapped black nail polish, chewed off fingernails and sore cuticles from nervously picking away at the delicate skin. He didn’t need to see more to know what was going on. Eddie had seen you like this plenty of times. He was the only one you’d let close enough into your life to see you like that.

“Oh..” It left his lips in a soft murmur.

You knew that he wasn’t passing any judgment over the state you were in yet it still pulled at your heartstrings to see the apprehension in his features rising.

“Alright.” He shrugged his leather jacket-clad shoulders ever so slightly to snap himself out of his thoughts “Let’s get you to eat and drink something.”

With that you stepped back and made room for him to enter the trailer you called home. Without further ado, Eddie passed you by, heading for the bedroom where you watched him toss the pizza box onto the mattress before sliding his backpack off. It hit the floor with a dull thud, indicating at least two bottles of the advertised ice tea.

Without saying anything, you followed your friend, taking a seat right next to the pizza carton from where you watched him roaming around in your shelves like he lived here himself. It didn’t bother you because he was allowed to and there was nothing hidden between books, vinyls and VHS tapes Eddie hadn’t seen yet. After flipping through a carefully collected and cherished array of Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin and last but not least Queen records, he reached your Metallica vinyls at the end of the shelf. With a gentle yet professional frown he pondered over Kill ‘Em All before his finger hovered towards the striking blue cover sleeve of Ride The Lightning. His lips pouted slightly as his eyes switched from Ride The Lightning to the newest addition to your collection: Master Of Puppets.

54 glorious minutes of head-banging, vocal-cord-trashing, toe-curling metal goodness straight from the heavens.

It had taken about one listen to it for Eddie and you to hopelessly fall under its spell.

“Go ahead, we both know it’s going to be Master Of Puppets anyway.” You tried to joke as you reached down to grab his backpack.

In a swift pull you dragged it towards you, unzipped it and fished for the ice tea.

“Watermelon?!” You arched your brows to a skeptical frown, “Where the hell did you get watermelon flavored ice tea, Eds?”

“At the store, duh.” Eddie winked at you in a teasing manner, “I thought we’d be a bit experimental and try something new.”

“Experimental sounds about right..” You muttered, unscrewed the bottle and took a deep swig.

“And?” Eddie looked at you in expectation before you had even swallowed.

“It’s not…bad.” You confessed after unconsciously smacking your lips and rolling your tongue against the top of your mouth for the fruity sweet aftertaste to spread.

“Let me have some.” He stretched out his hand for you to give him the bottle.

After handing it to him, you watched his expression as he put the bottle to his lips. Similar to you, Eddie seemed pleasantly surprised at the comfortably leveled out taste of watermelon and sweetened tea. He took another drag before his attention wandered back to the vinyl he was about to plop onto the record player. A familiar, softly flickering sound emitted from the speakers as soon as the needle hit the black vinyl disc for a few seconds before the treacherously calm, somber intro melody to Battery set in. You didn’t notice it at first, but the way Eddie swayed his head from side to side in nothing but sheer acknowledgement of good music elicited a smile to form around your lips. It was an honest and effortless smile that nearly went unnoticed if it wasn’t for Eddie taking a glimpse at it from the corner of his eye.

“Look at that.” He chuckled with a tinge of relief in his tone “All it takes is ice tea, some pizza and Metallica to get you smiling!”

“Don’t forget about yourself, Munson. You deserve some credit too.” At the mention of pizza your fingers wandered out to open the box and tear a warm piece from the cheese and pepperoni loaded circle.

“Some?” He raised his brows at you before a wide grin took over.

“Yeah, some.” You repeated yourself as he slumped onto the mattress next to you and took a slice of pizza for himself.

For a moment both of you were simply chewing away while James Hetfield’s voice thundered through the speakers alongside shredding guitar riffs. By now both of you knew the record by heart and if it hadn’t been for your pizza-stuffed mouths you’d have sung along and most likely tried to imitate every waaaaah and weeeee of the guitars too. After you basically devoured the first slice of oven-baked goodness, you sighed a little and turned your heads towards Ed, who almost looked like chewing off his fingers alongside the pizza crust if he didn’t pay close attention. The sight in front of you drew an amused giggle from you before you stated what you wanted him to know: “Thanks for stopping by, Eddie.”

Chugging down the last bite, he looked at you with a warm, gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Sweet pea, I haven’t seen you in days and I got really worried. That’s the least I could do. In fact, I think I should’ve stopped by way sooner if I had known what’s going on.” He lazily licked the grease of his fingers before he added, “Do you want to talk about it?”

At that you shrugged your shoulders and scrunched your nose a little.

“Not now…I’m just happy that you are here.”

“Okay.” Eddie nodded and his eyes started beaming at you with a sparkle that was unique to him “Do you want to sing along to Master Of Puppets instead?”

It was the second track of the record and your personal favorite, closely followed by Welcome Home (Sanitarium).

“Eddie Munson on the background vocals?” You asked, the beam of joy in his eyes being positively contagious.

“Hell yeah, baby!” With a nod of his head he practically jumped from the bed as Battery was nearing its end.

The two of you were barely given a break to catch your breath before the intro riff kicked in and sent you into absolutely feral heavy metal overdrive. You couldn’t help the massive grin spreading on your face as you witnessed just how much Eddie put his whole heart into throwing his curly, fuzzy mess of hair back and forth to the pushing beat. He made being happy and carefree look like such an effortless thing to do. Bouncing back and forth like a bouncy ball he shook the weight of the world from his shoulders, appearing untouchable to any form of anxiety, pain or dread. It seemed as if the music resonating through your bedroom made him invincible and as much as you loved seeing him all spaced out like that it struck a nerve within that had turned very sore lately. You wanted that too, wanted to just let go of everything and anything for the music to sweep you right off your feet. You wanted it so bad that you took a good gasp of air and closed your eyes, getting ready for your very favorite part of the song.

After the first solo faded into a hammering, almost march-like beat, you steadied yourself and felt your heart drop as Eddie shouted alongside James Hetfield: “Master, Master!”

“Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?” You shouted in return, feeling how the words settled right in your stomach, twisting it in every possible direction.

“Master, Master!”

“You promised only lies!” Not the music but the truth behind those lyrics started knocking you off your feet.

“Laughter, Laughter!”

“All I hear or see is laughter!” Your voice rendered into a choked back sob.

“Laughter,Laughter!”

“Laughing at my cries!” In a hasty gasp you tried to fill your lungs with the necessary oxygen before the last line was about to crush you.

In a helpless wail you didn’t know your body was capable of, you practically screamed: “Fix me!”.

Two words to wrap up the verse you had tossed and turned in your mind countless times. Two words that had left your lips while singing together with Eddie umpteenth times but this time they felt like ripping all your pain right out of your chest. It felt like a plug being pulled with all the clogged up torment, dirt and emotional mud behind it now oozing out of you.

This was nothing short of real, physical pain and your eyes shot open just to realize that you were crying again. A wave of nearly scorching hot tears erupted from your eyes, the desperation behind it crashing through your entire body and for a moment you were sure to lose your balance at the earthquake of emotions surging through your veins.

Through the tears you barely made out Eddie who was looking at you in what could only be described as utter consternation. For a handful of ragged breaths, time appeared to stand still for the both of you. Nobody dared to move as the tears fell from your face to soak the collar of your shirt and the second guitar solo cut through your sobs.

The sound of those two last words was still ringing in your ears as you recognised how Eddie leaped towards you. Your brain refused to understand what was happening as his warm hands cupped your face with his hands and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips with bruising force. Compared to the emotional earthquake this felt absolutely earth-shattering but in the best way possible. It wasn’t the first time Eddie kissed you, but it never happened like that. This wasn’t a slurry and sloppy smooch on your lips while both of you were drunk off your asses at a bonfire in the woods and this surely wasn’t a gentle peck of appreciation on your forehead. You had never dared to tell him that you never minded the clumsy drunk kisses at parties let alone ask for more of them. You didn’t want to ruin this friendship and if that meant keeping your mouth shut about fantasizing over hasty drunk kisses from your best friend you rolled with that.

Before he could break from the kiss or even just so much as think about it, you reached out to grab a fist-full of his shirt underneat the jacket and pulled him impossibly closer to your trembling body, reciprocating his kiss over and over. Instead of words, you let your bodies do the talking as your free hand got lost in his shaggy curls. You had touched his hair a million times before but this time it felt different. You knew how he smelled, leather, weed and a hint of flowery fabric softener, but right in that moment it hit you in a way it never did before. He seeped right into you, the way his plush lips felt against yours, his smell that was home to you, and sealed every crack in your pained heart with just him being there, kissing you like there wouldn’t be another tomorrow for the two of you.

Instead of more tears falling from your cheeks, you felt a blazing warmth spread in your chest. Every time his lips crashed onto yours, every time Eddie playfully nibbled at your bottom lip and every time the tip of his nose brushed against yours it sent little lightning bolts through your stomach right down to the building heat between your legs. Your loose shorts weren’t giving you any friction to ease the pulsing ache that kept growing.

With your hand still tightly fisting and effectively crumpling his shirt, you pulled Eddie with you, both of you stumbling backwards to the edge of your bed. You slumped onto the mattress back first, the bed frame creaking under the impact of Eddie crushing down onto it right with you.

“You better get those clothes off, Munson.” This demand was the only legit reason to break away from him as you scooted towards the head of the mattress.

“Right away, pumpkin.” He mumbled back with an out of breath voice, his eyes trained on you as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“Stop.” Eddie suddenly interrupted right before you were to wiggle off the shorts and you immediately froze in your movement.

“What?” It burst right out of you in worry that he abruptly came to the conclusion that this situation wasn’t something he wanted to entertain anymore.

“I wanna do that myself..” He answered, that shit-eating grin that you had been able to hear through the rain as he knocked on your door returning to his face.

You let out a relieved sigh as you watched him get out of the jacket. His shirt followed in an instant accompanied by a pair of shoes being tossed to the side. You could hardly pull yourself together as your eyes roamed over his body, admiring his tattoos. You wanted to touch him so bad, to gently sink your teeth into the crook of his neck and leave love bites and hickeys all over his throat and chest.

Eddie took his time to slip his socks off, to unbuckle his belt and pull his ripped jeans down alongside his shorts and with every second passing you felt closer to simply combusting from the flaming desire to feel his skin on yours.

“Eds, please!” You groaned as he stepped out of the fabric pooling at his ankles.

“Patience, babe.” He chuckled, kneeling onto the mattress while his hands reached out to grab your thighs just right above your knees.

It was a soft grasp around your skin and yet it made you shiver with goosebumps washing over you. He squeezed your flesh tenderly before his fingers wandered upwards to the hem of your shorts. You bit your bottom lip to hold back an excited moan but that was to no use. It slipped right out of your mouth, motivating Eddie to just grab the damned fabric and tear it down your legs. With your ass lifted, the waistband slipped right down and the piece of clothing off your body. Just before he threw the shorts to the side, Eddie just looked at you, taking in the sight in front of him.

“You’re beautiful..” It spilled out of his mouth, unfiltered and in all honesty.

“I can only say the same about you, pretty boy.” You responded and felt your heart nearly leap out of your ribcage as Eddie blushed ever so slightly at your compliment.

It took him a moment to snap out of it but as soon as he did he went after you like a vulture, his hands shooting out to wrap themselves around your hips while he lowered his face to your stomach, peppering it with kisses that left a trail downwards. Feeling his lips nip at the sensitive inside of your thighs threatened to knock the air out of your lungs and there wasn’t much missing for you to tear holes through the sheets. In agonizingly slow movements he kissed his way closer to your soaked cunt and you were sure to be leaking onto the fabric underneath you by now.

“God, Eddie, please!” You heard yourself beg for his touch and he granted you your wish.

In a loving caress he pushed his soft lips to your throbbing clit before he slowly opened his mouth for his tongue to dart out and part your folds with one languid stroke. Like a man parched he lapped at you with the full width of his tongue and you could’ve sworn to see stars behind your fluttering eyelids. He was so utterly careful yet determined in his way of handling your body that it drove you straight to the edge of sanity. You could barely grasp a thought as he switched to drawing circles with the tip of his tongue and you felt a curious thumb softly ghosting over your cunt. The muscles inside started twitching and the mere thought of it and you couldn’t help yourself but to arch your hip into his direction as he pushed into you. Feeling his thumb inside of you set every nerve on fire and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he started moving. For a moment Eddie just let it stay like this, feeling your heat from the inside but soon enough he gently pulled it back out, leaving you to clench around nothing as his finger played around the entrance, not entirely drawing back but also not plunging in again. You didn’t know that you could want him even more at that point but he proved you wrong, keeping you right at the edge of ecstasy until you could hardly take it anymore. The coil of tense muscles in your lower abdomen so ready to burst at any second now that you silently pleaded for that one necessary stroke to hit you just right. You wiggled your ass in his firm grip, desperately trying to get more friction out of anything but it was a fruitless attempt. Eddie toyed with your body ready to trip over the edge until you were nothing but a mewling mess underneath him, voice equally sore as your overstimulated muscles now. It almost felt as if you were ready to cry again but this time out of frustration while the need for release grew by the second. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment. Your mind was entirely devoid of words let alone thoughts and the only thing you wanted was for your body to snap and spasm in an overdue orgasm.

For one last time you focused all the attention left in you to angle your hips towards Eddie's face that remained buried between your trembling thighs. Picking right up on that, he shoved his thumb back into you in the same motion, thrusting you over the edge straight into a firework of unleashed pleasure that ignited every single nerve ending in your body. You couldn’t say if you ever came that hard before but it was for sure that you never brought yourself to just that height alone. It wasn’t only your body getting swept by a rush of bliss but your heart bursting with unfiltered love and joy too. The crushing tide of emotions and hormones washed right through you and for a heavenly blink of an eye made you forget about everything before you fell back to planet earth, gasping for air and eyes wide open.

Your gaze immediately fell to Eddie who’s mouth and chin were drenched in your release as he rose from between your legs, pulling his thumb out of you and scooting up to you to press a wet kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself and you weren’t sure if that ever happened before either.

“I swear you're gonna be the death of me, Eds.” You breathlessly mumbled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh, I hope not!” He smiled softly, his teeth playfully nagging at your bottom lip “I’m not going to give anything of this to the sweet ol’ Reaper anytime soon.”

“Well, if you keep on doing me like that you better have a good negociacion strategy ready because you’ll need it!” Although every muscle still felt sore and heavy, you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in closer.

A breathy moan escaped his mouth as his cock brushed through your overstimulated folds.

“Uuuh, do that again. It’s giving Robert Plant.” You couldn’t hold back an amused snort as the very much intrusive thought slipped right out of your mouth.

At first you couldn’t quite decipher what Eddie's facial expression regarding that was trying to tell you because the comment hit him just as unexpectedly as it fell from your lips but as he leaned in to caress the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose, he moaned right into it, his hot breath breezing down your neck while pushed himself into you. Feeling him glide inside you while everything still felt hypersensitive had you clawing your hands to his back.

“Fuck!” You huffed into the crook of his neck before latching your teeth into his warm and soft skin.

The gentle yet firm bite elicited another moan that got lost in your ear and a heavy thrust of his hips as he started fucking into you with reckless abandon. He left you no time to catch a breath and railed you into the mattress instead. As if you pushed one of his buttons just right with that, your lips wandered further up his neck to place another bite at his pulse point while your fingernails dug into the tender skin of his back.

“Woman!” Eddie groaned at the bits of pain you inflicted.

“Yes, sir!” You chuckled in return.

“If you do that again I can’t promise that I can pull out, pumpkin.” His mumbled words send a shiver down your spine and for a moment you actually pondered to do it again right there and then to feel him come undone inside of you.

Although the two of you were stupid dumbasses and very much stupid dumbasses for each other… you weren’t that stupid. So instead you soothed the forming bite mark with careful, loving kisses as Eddie thrusted into you, chasing his own climax with relentless fervor. Feeling him that close effectively wiped away every dark thought that had been haunting your mind, depriving you of a good night's sleep and even infesting your dreams when you were lucky enough to get some. Right now there was only him and you refused to have it any other way ever again. Eddie had complimented you as a friend for sure but whatever this here was, it made you feel whole for once.

“Damnit!” Eddie’s hoarse voice ripped you out of your thoughts and sensations, “Fuck, imma…”

Biting his lower lip he nearly ripped himself away from you, pulling out of you just in time to spill his release all over your belly. His seed splattered out in warm, sticky ropes onto your slightly sweaty skin.

“Holy shit…” He practically collapsed onto you with a huff, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and hugging you so tight as if you were to disappear into thin air if he’d let go of you for just one second.

At that you wrapped your arms around his torso as firm as you could without squeezing him to death.

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

“You wanna know a secret?”

“Uh-hu…”

“I love you.”

“I know, you told me.”

In an amused kinda way you rolled your eyes.

“Not like that, idiot, I mean really love you.”

“Oh…”, His breath hitched every so slightly “I love you too, sweet pea.”

“Pumpkin, sweet pea… are you hungry or something?” You snickered while your heart felt like skipping more than just one beat at his words.

“Maybe….my cute little marshmallow, my favorite piece of cake, my flaming hot chicken wing, my-”

“Oh fuck off, Munson!”

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acesentialsketches · 8 months

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Hello! This account is pretty new, but I’ve been a fan of your art for years.

I’ve been a lurker for a long while, but I want to be more active in TF and furry spaces. I’m just… very clueless about how to go about that. Do you have any advice for a nervous wannabe learning how to be part of an online community?

Hey hey! Sorry it took me a while to answer this, I was actually ruminating on the best way to do so.

Very glad to hear that you've been following for such a long time ^^ That means you likely got to see how I went from being a newcomer to the TF community to being a regular artist (god, can't believe I started a decade ago...)

As for getting yourself involved, it really can be just as simple as finding folks with alike interests and joining in on the conversation. Transformation is a pretty broad community with a bunch of different niches in it (like for instance how my work generally focuses on human to creature/character TF/TG), so it's worth narrowing down exactly what it is in TF you're interested in (or maybe you like the whole spectrum!) Nowadays that's usually via Discord groups, but much of the TF and furry community still does a lot of its interaction via places like furaffinity. If you trawl around, you're sure to find links to discord groups dedicated to talking about folks turning into things. Leaving comments on artists or writers whose works you enjoy means a LOT to those of us who create, and also opens you up as a person who is willing and interested to talk about said stuff. Heck, several friends who I talk to regularly nowadays started off as folks who just commented on my stuff whenever I uploaded!

And of course there's creating transformation related work, artwork and literature being the big things. Put some stuff out there, work on honing your craft, and slowly build up an audience. My situation is a bit atypical, considering that I built my reputation off of doing MLP TF art, to the point that even though the number of MLP TFs I've done has fallen off dramatically folks still refer to me as the pony TF person (which I don't mind at all!)- but creating TF work is probably one of the biggest ways of showing your interest in it.

It will take a bit of time and work, and it will require you to be open and vulnerable about yourself and something you care about, but if you keep at it and are earnest about your love for this thing we share about people turning into things, then I'm sure you'll find yourself amongst friends and the community in due time ^^

#transformation

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salted-caramel-tea · 1 month

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What are your thoughts about?

I was gonna try and collect my thoughts coherently before I started talking bu ti cant be bothered doing that so like. about the dream and that one circle of mcyt that just fucking hate them .

actually this is about how I have felt observing the dream space recently.

im uncomfortable?? not with the dream team, I still really love them and I enjoy their content and I do still watch sap naps streams if im awake for them but honestly taking time just to spend time on my f1 blog has been like a weight lifted from my shoulders.

just talking about dtblr, ive seen people trying to make the best of the situation by live-blogging sapnaps streams making jokes spreading positivity for all 3 of them but it doesn't really of much to take away from the pressure of the situation. Every day it seems like some cc somewhere has something to say about dream or George or sapnap and every day we rush over here to discuss it. it almost feels like theres this pressure to perform and to respond to what is being said, we need to discuss everything as a controversy no matter how stupid or insignificant the situation is and we contribute to the snowballing of tiny things that honestly dont need the attention the theyre getting and its tiring to watch. like im at the point where im scrolling past 'did you see what x said' because honestly I dont give a shit I dont give a shit about a cc who spoke to the dteam on discord maybe twice talking about their 'truth' I really dont care .

im genuinely just fed up with the way the creator space and fan spaces behave. Dream posts 'pls talk to me' and creators say 'but that won't get me clout' back to him.

who gives a shit if dreams stole punz girlfriend. who cares if dream sent a dm that might have been considered rude to Sara Simons a fully grown ducking middle aged woman with better things to do than start twitter drama. who gives a shit about sniff having one insignificant negative interaction with dream over a year. none f this is your fucking turret its just airing out high school level petty drama that could easily be fixed with a fucking dm . its pathetic. the way so many creators are going 'I too am a victim' and its 'he sent me a private message I didnt like' who fucking cares. and all of this 'ill stream explaining my story' what story. that he made a joke in bad taste. its performative. they want views they want twitters support they want to seem like theyre on the RIGHT side so theyre just pulling any old story out of their ass to add to the mentality of the mob and make it seem like yes I too hate dream because he is so awful when in reality he was probably just a bit of a twat like a lot of guys in their early 20s are . the only way hes gonna know that he did something that made u annoyed or upset or even mildly fucking miffed in the case of Sara fucking Simons is if you tell him. and we saw that bc 5 mins later shes saying oh its all fine he messaged me . see how fucking easy it is to actually fix these tiny ass issues if you actually have a conversation before launching a hate campaign on twitter dot com . and people going off to run with it and add it to the pile of 'poof' they have. hell ive seen someone saying they appreciate dream saying they want to talk about situations and saying they want to chat with him about an experience they had with one of his friends like what does that have to do with dream actually why not just take the initiative and talk to the actual person involved instead of making dream do it for u. its all just drama mongering

on a more serious note I really dont know how to feel with the whole situation with caiti. George didi fuck up and im not moving from that stance- whatever happened he made her feel uncomfortable and went on the defence instead of prioritising apologising to her for the way she felt about the situation.

what I cat fucking stand is how weirdly this situation has evolved. the initial statement was that he had touched her waist and tickled her and cat didnt like that. THAT CONTACT the touching of her waist was spread across twitter as a sexual assault. which its fucking not and it pisses me off as a victim to see how loosely terms of sex crime are being thrown around bc no matter how uncomfy you are touching your waist is not a sex crime. there was no mention of inappropriate touching actually, just that he had crossed a physical boundary with her and ive already talked about why I can empathise with that delayed reaction in feeling deeply uncomfortable with the situation . so it confused me as to why people on tiktok were spreading misinformation that his hands were down her pants and cat coming out of left field with he was grabbing my tits. because none of that was ever discussed in any of her prior statement and that seems like pertinent information when were discussing sexual assault. and from what ive seen her friends timeline of events dont match up with hers. her timeline of events onset even match up that well with her other comments on the situation and all of it just feels so fucking odd. why do the details change depending on who you ask and when you ask them

but I wasn't there. I dont know what actually happened. having experienced it you automatically hold that understanding towards her despite all the backlash because people blamed me too, they didnt believe me either and you never want to completely dismiss it no matter how weird the story seems because what if. keeping myself in the situation is stretching myself in two different directions where one is dismissing the claims of assault because nothing adds up and the other is she might be like me .

the reaction to caitis initial statement has snowballed extremely out of proportion if u ask me. nobody needs to know everyones personal grievances with dream or George or sapnap and to say that youre sharing these to support victims is a straight lie bc it has nothing to do with victims they receive nothing from your story that he made a bad joke 3 years ago or whatever and everything to do with the fact that you are utilising an opportunity to gain relevancy again and I dont want to partake in their relevancy.

I dont want to partake in any of this fucking drama actually. it's non stop. it's constant. its all over my dash all day every day but maybe its just the ppl im following idc. but I dont want to come back into a community where im going to find myself fighting to justify why I still enjoy the content of some creators while there are other creators receiving less vitriol for breaking the literal fucking law . its exhausting . its been years of it for me .

im not mentally well. I have a lot going on in my family life and I didnt realise how bad things were until I told my work friend I hadn't seen in a while my 'family drama' and she and the assistant manager pulled me aside and said 'im so sorry youre going through that right now are you dealing with everything alright?'. I have my final exams within the next month. I need to pass these to graduate. I have so much that is already causing me stress in my life and so much of the misinformation around the situation is so triggering and untagged and I dont want to log on and see another bout of 'x responds to x' 'x talks about dream' 'x shares thoughts on George situation' . I cant fucking do that right now.

people have called it the cowards way out, bailing at the burden of controversy but im not switching sides. im not deactivating. im not becoming a dranti. I still talk about the dteam i still like the dteam but I cannot force myself to endure other peoples stresses at the time being . thats all ive been thinking about rlly .

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