#quite an embarrasing experience

[mymoonboy]

so a few of my friends irl have DID.

two in particular (a + b) have marauders alters who front regularly.

i'm best friends with A's sirius and B's Remus

james potter from B's system has a crush on me.

im living my wattpad Y/N life

#remus lupin #moony #sirius black #padfoot #james potter #prongs #dissociative identity disorder #did alter #marauders alters #did system #friends with systems irl #god i hope they don't use tumblr and see this #wattpad y/n #y/n #the first time i met them they saw my lock screen (wolfstar) and had to tell me that that was them. #quite an embarrasing experience #marauders introject #did introject

[evie-sturns]

ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ - ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: chris has always been your best friend until one night everything changes when you lose your virginity to him.

contains: smut, gentle chris, swearing, fluff.

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chris and i tell eachother everything, i mean everything. we've been friends since the 6th grade and have no secrets, except for one. i'm a virgin. in my defence hes never really asked but its my biggest insecurity

its 11pm, me, nick, matt, chris and madi are sitting on the sturniolos couch, im cuddled against nick as matt and chris scroll on their phone.

madi is talking about a hookup experience right infront of us. ive never really hung out with her alone but she seems to overshare. a lot. "y/n, you know how when then finish they make strange ass noises?" she continues "mhm.." i lie, "but oh my god he was making demonic sounds like what the fuck" she says laughing.

after 5 more minutes of her talking, i feel humiliated, everyone else in the room except for me is laughing along with her and agreeing.

she wont stop.

i grab my phone then stand up off the couch, walking out of room in and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. i hear the living room go silent apart from a few whispers "chris go see whats wrong!" i hear nick say quietly and then shuffling, followed by 3 knocks on the bathroom door.

"y/n? you okay?" i hear chris say softly.

"please go away chris."

"im not gonna go away sweetheart, please talk to me." chris whispers through the door.

after a few minutes i unlock the door. chris opens it slowly to find me inside, eyes puffy from the few tears i shed. "oh y/n.." chris says sympathetically before pulling me into a hug, rubbing my back. "c'mon, lets go to my room so you can talk to me." he offers and i nod. he takes my hand as we open the door to his bedroom.

he sits down on the floor, resting his back against the side of his bed. i sit down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

i take a deep breath "im a virgin." i say bluntly, but quietly. he tenses slightly then nods understandably.

"and its fucking embarrasing when madis talking about fucking random dudes infront of me, its quite frankly humiliating." i continue "because im almost 21 and ive never done anything." i sigh.

an uncomfortable silence grows for a few seconds "this might be weird, and if you dont want to we can never talk about any of this again, but i could.." he pauses

"i could help..?" he says nervously

"help?" i repeat, slightly confused.

"i mean we've been best friends for like 9 years, i could y'know. teach ya? like platonically though." he says holding my hand.

another silence grows.

"okay!" i say nervously

"ok?" he whispers

"you can, lead the way?" i offer and he smiles.

he stands up, before leaning down and pulling me up by my wrists. we're both clearly nervous. "do i uh, have your like.. full consent?" he says concerned and i let out a small laugh "yes chris, you do, you're the person im most comfortable with."

he lifts his shirt off over his head, i blush, why am i blushing?

he throws his shirt to the floor before pulling mine off, revealing my white bra, which he quickly unclasps. he leans down and grabs my jaw, pulling me into a soft kiss. my heart rate increases as i realise this is chris, my best friend.

he picks me up by my ass and places me gently on my back on his mattress, the same one that we were giggling on yesterday. he pulls down my shorts, then my panties. leaving me revealed on the bed. he looms over me before pulling me by my thighs to the edge of the bed. he leans down between my thighs, his cold breath against my heat.

he drags his tongue all the way from my hole to my clit forcing a desperate moan out of me. "tastes so fucking good." he mumbles which causes me to squirm. he stands up and unbuckles his leather belt, letting it fall to the floor before he unbuttons his baggy jeans.

he stands in-between my legs in his boxers, it feels wrong, but so fucking right. "you ready baby?"

baby?

"im nervous chris, what if it hurts."

"dont be, it doesnt have to hurt, mhm?" he says reassuringly as he nods his head at me.

"i trust you chris.." i say smiling as he grabs the inside of my thigh "can you spread a little more?" he says and i comply.

after what feels like forever he pulls down his boxers slowly, letting his boner spring out, hitting his stomach. i instantly sit up in shock "chris-." i stutter as i look up at him

"you're okay, it wont hurt if you relax. ill go super slow hm?" he reasures and i nod.

"lay back down princess." he whispers.

i lay back down and reach for chris's hand, its always been a comfort thing for me and right now i need it more than ever.

his dick is strangely perfect.

i take a deep breath and squeeze chris's hand as his tip pushes against my entrance. he pushes slowly inside of me, giving me only an inch or two. "fuck you're so tight." he groans making my stomach flip. "you look so beautiful taking me mhm."

as he sinks deeper into me, his balls lightly pressing against my ass.

the same boy who i used to beg to play barbies with me is now balls deep inside of me.

im a moaning mess as chris giggles slightly

"what the fuck is funny chris" i say smiling

"your moans." he says nonchalantly as he starts to thrust, kissing my cervis each time

"shut up.." i say in between moans as i squeeze his hand tighter.

without warning he pulls out which causes me to immediately grab him and pull him closer "i didnt finish chris!" i say frustrated

"shh sh, i know i know, i want you to ride me. can you do that for me?" he says which almost makes me orgasm from his words.

"okay."

he lays down beside me and grabs my waist pulling me ontop of his so im sitting on his thighs. i prop myself up above his tip as he grabs my hips. i slowly sink down on him, feeling every inch of him filling me up. i moan loudly causing him to slam a hand over my mouth "shh." he whispers as i bounce up and down, i squeeze my eyes shut as my moans are muffled by his hand.

"y/n baby, im close okay? i want you to cum with me." he groans as i bounce faster on his cock

"you ready?" he says as his breathing becomes quicker. i nod as i clench around him, instantly making him release inside of me. i follow right after him as i collapse on his chest, he reaches a hand down pulling himself out of me.

he holds me tight against his chest, my breasts push against his hard chest while he grabs my ass. "you did so fucking good, so good." he whispers into my hair. "you want me to get you dressed baby?" he offers and i nod, sitting up on his stomach. he sits up and i slide off him onto his bed. as he stands up, he holds up my panties and shoves them in his pocket. before i have time to question it hes pulling me onto my feet.

he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. i squeal as he keep a firm grip on my thigh. pulling my shorts onto me. he places me back down onto my feet and puts my bra on. "is this right" he says with a slight laugh "yeah surprisingly!!" i say with a wide grin before pulling my shirt on.

chris finishes getting dressed and plants another kiss on my lips "was that okay for you? i hope it didnt hurt" chris asks softly "yeah it felt.. really fucking good chris." i say wiping my eyes in embarrassment.

he grabs my hand and takes me into the living room. nick is looking at chris with disgust and everyones dead silent "did you guys just fuck." matt says breaking the silence and my heart drops to my stomach

"what.." i say defensivley

"the load ass moans?" nick yells angrily.

the silence grows as chris looks like hes seen a ghost as i look up at him

chris suddenly starts "she got her period, so i took her up to my room so she could grab some fucking.. products. she was crying, they may of sounded like moans to you but she was just upset." he lies so confidently straight through his teeth which almost makes me burst out laughing.

"so im taking her home alright?" chris continues.

"shit sorry guys." nick says embarrassed "see you tommorow y/n, feel better" matt says and i smile at him.

(4 weeks later)

"hey baby, i got you these!" chris says walking into my bedroom with flowers "for what exactly" i say laughing "one month anniversary dumb fuck." chris says giving me a kiss on my lips.

4 weeks ago when he dropped me off he confessed to me.

he said he'd liked me for a while now, as in 5 years.

i hated to admit it, but i had felt the same.———------------.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.-----------------——

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x you #chris x reader

[maddascanbe-blog]

Here they are! The BOIs!

I hate drawing male characters (which is why this took so long) but we finally got it done!

Max is the only character who retains his age. I like the Kid Genius with his Jock friend archetype. He's 13 her and quite honestly looks younger. He met Kim on the first day of Highschool. They became best friends, and Max helps Kim study on the subjects he struggles in (Namely science and math) And Kim keeps him safe, both from potential bullies and getting trampled in the hall.

Speaking of Kim, fuck that plot line of him being a total ass, you can't make him a himbo in the making and then rip the rug out from under us! In this one Marinette either didn't have that experience or it was some rando. Kim does have a bit of crush on Chloe, he likes that she's very direct, but it never gets past that. And once Ondine expresses her interest, he changes focus. Kim is surprisingly good at History.

Nathaniel... We'll get back to-

Ivan is almost the exact same as cannon, I have no issues with Ivan or his relationship with Mylene. The only addition is he carries a lot of guilt about being the first akuma. The villains scare him about as much as the rest of the cast but he's terrified of the butterflies. Having your mind unexpectedly invaded messes with you. At least everyone else had Heard of Hawkmoth by the time they got akumatized.

Marc, I changed because I felt his and Nathaniel's personalities were a bit too similar. In this one, Marc is a bit more confident. He has aa pretty good group of friends, he already knows Nathaniel and Marinette. But he doesn't have much confidence in his writing. Which is why Marinette has to help him talk to Nath. Just trying to make him feel more like his own character, not an excessory to Nathaniel. Of course Marc isn't in the akuma class, which he is very happy about, but he fit here for the redesigns.

Okay! So Nathaniel- I don't really like him. He had like- 2 episodes where he's relevant (3 if you count Penalteam) but he's an akuma in his first and an ass in the second. Other than that he doesn't really do anything. But I don't want to pull a Thomas Austruc and character assassinate- so instead we are simply mostly removing him from the narrative- Here me out!

Nathaniel is in Marc's class, and he mostly interacts with the akuma class through Alix (His best friend) and Marinette who he knows from art club. His crush on Mari and later Ladybug is still there, they are teenagers after all. And Chloe still revealed his crush, though it wasn't so much to be cruel as it was just "Huh. Dupain-Cheng, figures", and he is very embarrased about this. I don't know how to re-write Reverser without making him an ass though, so I'll cross that bridge when I get to Marc's other designs. Please give me suggestions, I need help.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #miraculous fanart #akuma class #max kante #kim le chien #nathaniel kurtzberg #ivan bruel #marc anciel

[sokoviansimp]

Too Many Questions

✒    Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, and Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒   Summary : Getting more comfortable around the compound; Y/N starts asking lots of questions like most young children, but some people are just trying to get work done.

✒  Tags and Warnings : embarrasment, getting yelled at

-lmk if im missing any

✒ Author's Note : This is part 2 of The Package. I’m open to requests or suggestions for other parts

✒   Word Count : 1881

✒   Read Time : 9 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

It had been a week since you were rescued by The Avengers, Wanda was very protective of you and gentle. She knew you were going through a mix of emotions as you got settled in. She had spent every day with you, never really leaving your side. You loved spending time with the redhead that rescued you, she made you feel a type of comfort that you haven’t had the fortune of receiving since you were a baby, being held tightly in your mother’s arms. 

Today would be the first day Wanda left you alone for more than 10 minutes. It wasn’t by choice, but she had work to do that couldn’t be pushed off another day. She expected it to only take a couple of hours, so she took you to the common room with some of your favorite toys and asked FRIDAY to set up a live camera feed to her phone so she could keep an eye on you as she worked. It’s not that she didn’t trust Nat, in fact, quite the opposite. Out of all the residents at the compound, Natasha was the one Wanda trusted the most, it’s just that she can be a bit rough around the edges and has never really had much experience with children. 

“I have some work to do, malyshka. Do you think you’ll be ok hanging out here with Natasha for a little while?” Wanda asked softly

“W-will you come back?” you muttered just above a whisper, not wanting to offend Natasha but at the same time worried about losing your favorite person.

“Yes, of course, moya lyubov, I’ll just be a couple of rooms over if you need me,” she promised as her fingers brushed the stray hairs from your face. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise. Peter should be back from school soon, maybe you two can continue your lightsaber battle,” she suggested. You loved spending time with Peter, he was really fun to play with and got really into your imaginary gameplay. 

Your eyes instantly lit up at the mention of the high school boy, “Petey?!” you exclaimed. 

Your smile was contagious and Wanda couldn't help but return one to you, “yes, now I’ll be just in that room there if you need anything” she points

You nod your head in response as you head over to the couch to sit with Nathasha as Wanda heads out of the room. There is a beat of silence as you’ve never been alone together and feel too shy to start a conversation, so you sit there awkwardly until Nat breaks the silence by asking if you want to play with your stuffies that Wanda left in the room with you. Keeping your focus down on your twiddling thumbs you shake your head in response.

“How about tv?” the redhead queries, as your gaze moves upward while you think over the option and then eventually look her way, “ok, can we watch uh, Bluey?” 

“Sure thing,” Nat confirmed as she turned on the tv. You leaned back and relaxed into the couch as you watched your favorite blue dog on the screen. The songs were so catchy they usually got you excited as you sang along, but you just couldn’t find the energy to partake. After the first episode finishes you turn to Natasha with sleepy eyes, “Natty, m’tiwerd” You usually take a nap around this time.

Nat’s heart melted, she really didn’t like children but you were just too cute, “you are? Come here,” she lifted her right arm up so that you could nuzzle into her side. You snuggle in and get comfortable as she switches slowly between running her hands softly through your hair and drawing circles along your back as you drift off for a nap. 

Half an hour goes by and Nat has had the urge to go to the bathroom for 15 minutes now but she refuses to get up while you’re so soundly asleep against her side. In an attempt to keep herself distracted; she put the tv on low sound, so as not to wake you, but that's not enough anymore. At this point, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, trying not to make too much movement. 

Just as she considered slithering out from under you to relieve herself, Peter came barrelling through the doorway with his schoolbag and laptop. Not so quietly plopping down at the counter with his schoolwork, you began to stir from your nap, “Petey?” you wonder groggily, unsure if that noise was him or someone else.

“Hey, Y/N” Peter waved from the counter

“Oh good, do you mind watching her for a few minutes?” Nat pleaded, darting out of the room without waiting for a response. 

“Uh, sure” he replied to an empty doorway, hoping she would be quick because he really had to work on his school project for tomorrow. 

Hopping off the couch, you made your way over to Peter and were instantly intrigued by the items strewn about on the counter, “Woah! What's dis?”

“It's a school project that’s due tomorrow, we have to recreate the solar system. Most of my class is just using styrofoam balls but I 3D printed these so they would be more detailed.” He explains excitedly

“Like the moon?” you ask as you climb up onto the seat next to Peter. 

“Kind of, but we actually don’t have to include the moons. Just the planets and the sun.” He explains as he lays all the balls out in proper order.

“Isn’t da sun yellow?” you ask, confused why all the balls laid out on the counter are grey.

“Well, yea. I have to paint it. That was just the color of my material.”

“PAINT? Petey can I paint it?” you pleaded with an expression resembling a puppy dog.

“No, this is for school. I can’t have help” Peter responded, hoping that would deter you from pushing the request further. 

“Ok,” you replied defeated, “I watch?”

“Yes, you can watch” 

You watch Peter paint each ball of his model while you ask countless questions that pop into your brain. Not long after, Nat reenters the room. She glances over at you keeping Peter company and then sits back on the couch to continue watching tv. 

Being brought to the compound was scary at first, but you were starting to get used to it. Peter and Wanda both did a great job of making you feel comfortable. You felt like you could start to open up around them and instead of shutting off your curiosity behind a barricaded wall, you let your personality and questions slowly seep through. 

Peter did his best to answer all the questions you had, but sometimes it was a variety of, “why is the earth green and blue?” followed by, “where does the word blue come from?” and truthfully, he didn’t have the time or the answers for all of your questions.

While keeping his patience with each of your questions, soon enough, he finishes the coat of paint for each ball and assembles them onto the model. 

“Why does dis one have an eyeball?” you ask reaching forward to point at Jupiter. Instead of just pointing at the planet, you end up bopping the side of the ball with the red circle. The action from your finger causes the ball to fall from its place on the wire and onto the floor where it cracks open.

You stood there in shock for what felt like forever but was really only a few seconds as Peter immediately scoops up the pieces to inspect the damage, “Why couldn’t you have just let it be, y/n?” he snaps, “you ask too many questions!”

The disdain in his voice causes your face to flush as tears start to fill in your eyes. You couldn’t run out of the room quick enough, you felt embarrassed and the only thing you wanted right now was Wanda. You wanted her to hold you and tell you everything is ok, you just wanted her to fix everything like she always seemed so good at doing. Most of all though, you wanted to get away from Peter. You could tell how angry he was with you. 

Remembering the door Wanda pointed to hours earlier, you ran straight for it. Barging in without a second thought, you found Wanda sitting behind a desk and you continued to run up to her as tears began actively falling upon your cheeks. You ran with your arms outstretched, waiting to be enveloped in her embrace.

“Malyshka, what’s wrong?” Wanda was immediately concerned that you were crying.

“Petey… hate… me” you managed out through sobs and unsteady breaths

“Breathe y/n, calm down sweetie. You’re ok, What happened?” She did her best to calm you down by running her hand along your back and bouncing you slightly as she held you. Natasha joined the two of you in the doorway to try and help Wanda put the pieces together.

“I-I bwoke. I bwoke his homework, and now he hates me.” you continued to sob into the redhead’s neck. 

It wasn’t long before Wanda got you to start breathing normally again as the shudders in your breath become fewer and further between.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n” Natasha pipes up from the doorway

You whine into Wanda’s neck, not believing the Russian’s words. You saw him with your own eyes, he was angry and you’re sure he would never forgive you for breaking the planet that he worked so hard on. 

“She’s right, malyshka,” she pulled away as she grabbed your shoulders gently and faced you in front of her to meet her gaze, “I know it was an accident, but I think you need to apologize to Peter for breaking his model” she explained.

“I don’t wanna,” you said shaking your head and moving your gaze downward. You didn’t want to face the boy again. In your mind, he has already written you off and never wants to see you again.

“You’re not sorry for breaking it?” Wanda clarified

You thought about her question for a moment, you were sorry. You felt horrible that you had broken something he worked so hard on, but you also felt embarrassed about the incident, “I am” 

“Then you need to let him know,” she gently expressed, “there is nothing to be embarrassed about, malyshka, mistakes happen”

Her words made sense to you, even though you didn’t want to do it, you knew you had to. Just then, you heard a knock on the door. You look over and standing next to Nat is Peter, asking for entrance. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry for snapping at you, I didn’t mean it” he apologizes as he steps into the office.

You turn on Wanda’s lap to face the door, “Petey,” you start glancing toward the floor, “I-I sorry for bwreaking your homework.” 

“It’s ok, I can fix it. I know it was just an accident, but I still shouldn’t have snapped at you. I didn’t mean it, I love your questions and-” the boy begins to ramble with no sign of stopping before you cut him off, “is okay!” you exclaim as you run up and hug him in hopes that he will stop rambling.

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[fruit-salad-ship]

eh heh heh heh some dumb teenage ranger antics, because we've mostly had a "gay experience" that was a turning point.

Ranger days would have some fun little moments, the whole dorms having sleep overs that Peach does everything to avoid. She's the unsocialised creature in the mix, and the other students try hard to get her to come sit in the common room with them and play stupid games. They've nabbed a bottle of something boozy, all of 16 just vibing one friday night as a group. Everyone gets along, everyone execpt Peach, who only left her room to get a drink, leaning down into the fridge to her stash of juice.

When she stands back up, everyones looking at her s shes drinking from a carton mindlessly, notably Plum who'd stayed very quiet, sat quite stiffly opposite where she's standing.

"What?" A short sharp bark, not comfortable with the eyes on her. One student points to the bottle on the floor, one end pointing to her, the other end to Plum. Peach has no clue what this is about, not until several other classmates grab her grinning, laughing, joking around in a harmless way, something she's not comfortable with, extremly outnumbered as shes shoved into a closet. She stumbles, turns to try to get out, but the doorway has her rival being pushed inside too, managing to catch herself as the door is shut behind her, this tiny space feeling all the smaller now.

"What the hell is this? Some dumb teenage hazing or?" Peach wasnt even able to keep her juice, someone took it from her in the chaos. Its just them in this stupid storage closet, too close, plums only JUST taller than her, can feel her somewhere close, both trying to stay as far apart as this tiny space allows for. "Its a game, got seven minutes in this place before they let us out." stated matter of factly, folding her arms defencivley. "Whats the point? Sounds like a waste of time, theres nothing to even do in here, why do you people play this junk?"

How was Plum suppose to explain this? The situation was already awful. First theyre paired up in class, teachers thinking they need more time working together to get past their clear rivalry, encouraging teamwork with the threat of failing them if they didnt learn to function as a coherent unit, and now this. "People usually just mess around in here, you know like, make out and stuff. Go figures you dont have a clue, never spent a day with people your own age I swear." She wasnt too far from the truth, waiting for some witty response, getting nothing. In the dark of the closet she struggled to see the shorter ranger trainee, catching just a hint of expression. "Are you...embarrased?" The teasing tone in her voice prompted Peach to snap back quickly. "No!" A clear yes, feeling Peach reach past her for the handle to the door, trying to get free. Course theyd locked it, there was no give at all in her attempts.

This was all too delicious, normally Peach was collected and calm and if anything angry, not at all nervous. Maybe it was the overly sweet super cheap booze she'd been drinking with the others, or the weird need to chase this power trip, but Plum was kind of intrigued. "It's kind of weird seeing you handle something so badly." She took a strategic step forward, close enough for the pair to feel eachothers heat coming off their skin. Peach backed up, tried at least, only finding the back wall and an uneven footing due to a broom she hadnt noticed, the stick of it whacking her in the arm as she struggled to get away, clumsily pushing it off her, trying to figure out a way free. Why not mess with her a bit? Not like there was usually an opportunity for Plum to have the power between them, so just this once she took it.

There was no was she was getting away, finding the little angry form in the dark, one hand on her cheek, Peach totally froze up, no one had been stupid enough to get this close to her physically, she wanted to push back, to shout or do anything that'd gain her some distance but even in the dark as she raised a hand to do so, plum grabbed her wrist, stopped the attempt, instead pulling her closer.

'stop it, stop- get it together, she's just messing with you!' repeatedly thought, a warm cheek against hers that even stopped her trying to pull her caught hand back. "You've never kissed anyone before have you?" The question was so close, breath on her neck, a subtle teasing undertone. "Thats none of your buisness." Another clear answer disguised thinly under a veil of stubborness, something that made Plum smile to herself. "You can just say 'no' like a normal person you know." The power compelled her to get closer, feeling this athletic little body against hers, the pyjamas so painfully Peach, boyish, tank top and shorts in dark colours, never once spotted in a bright tones, the complete contrast to Plum's cute outfit, pastels and frils, silks, cutesy. They couldnt be more opposite.

"Good luck forgetting who took that first from you then." No hesitation, Plum made sure there was no room for a fight, Peach was already unbalanced where she stood, one arm caught, the other trying to keep herself propped up as she was pushed back against the wall with surprising force. The lips that found hers in the dark were soft and gentle, a weird feeling she's not experienced before, too busy working towards the goals laid out by her family, no time for this kind of messing about. Normal teenager junk, not something she had room for.

God she wished she had more room for it.

By the time the pair left the closet, Plum didnt even see her little team mate, laughing with her friends, turning to see Peach already gone off up the hallway back to her room at speed. The brief peak she took over her shoulder upon turning into her dorm revealed a serious blush, something Plum revelled in, a small, perhaps unfair win.

Was it coincidence that Peach was oddly quiet in class after that? Perhaps, but at least they seemed to argue a little less over the small things. Tension however only grew between them. Plum enjoyed the power, and Peach was suddenly very aware of a new aspect of herself she'd never had the chance to consider.

#fruit salad #ranger days #these lil baby gays figuring their shit out is everything

[thequietkid-moonie]

Being Tesla's student

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Nikola Tesla ]

[ Records of Ragnarok /Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ]

I deeply love Tesla, he is just amaizing 💙 The 8th round was really exciting and inspiring too!!

Tesla truly believes with all his heart that science have no limits and that the knowledge should be share, so when you approach him asking to for knowledge he accept right away

Literally in that moment he start explaning whatever you want to know, it doesn't matter what he was doing, did he was resting in a bench (maybe feeding pigeons)? well now you are sitting bye his side, did he was taking a walk? well now you two have a class while walking, or he was already in his study? well now you are there too and he is showing you around

Tesla can be quite impulsive sometimes, specially when it comes with his work, so you wanting to study with him makes him really excited, and it was really obvious

To be honest he didn't expect much of it, is normal that scientists aren't take too serious at first (and some are even made fun of), but when you come back to continue study with him he get even more excited

Every time you meet Tesla always greet you cheerfuly with a big smile, and every time he makes sure to ask you how are you and how your day have been (he didn't want you to be sad while studing, you should enjoy it)

Tesla is a really great teacher, you can ask him to explain you whatever you want, even the smallest or silliest things, he isn't someone who judge, he even will reassure you that is fine, you shouldn't be embarassed for your wish to know more

He is really good at explaining, and will explain things in different ways if you need, he even offer you to actually show it with an experiment. But, since he can get easily invested in his work he easily ends up deviating from the main point while explaining things

Also, he is always congratulating you for whatever improve you have, from understanding something you were struguling with to making your own hypothesis

And soon you get more and more related with his studies and whenever you help him improve in it he couldn't be more proud of you (and he always expres it)

You are welcome in his study at any time you want, you are free to go and stay there all you want too. His study usually is a mess, if that makes you uncomfortable you are free to organizate it and he will try to keep it that way, but if you don't mind the mess then is fine for both of you

But you two aren't always in the study, he always offer you to take some walks or go with you whenever you have to do other things. Tesla considers you as a really good friend more than just a student and he likes spending time with you outside of the studies, he would talk with you about everything and anything!

He isn't the best to come with names and usually can be embarrasing ones, if you tell him that right away he will just laugh at it, if you just don't mind them it's not a problem, but if you don't find them embarrasing or even like them that just give him motivation

With time you start helping him more with his studies and experiments, and he always keep you in a secure distance, he trust in his studies but also knows that things could get messy and the last he wants is you getting injured

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv tesla #ror tesla #tesla x reader #nikola tesla x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

[thehollowwriter]

🎻🐈👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

for all ur new twst ocs :)

Does Morrigan count as new? I'm gonna add him anyways

🎻 VIOLIN — Does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Morrigan likes music, it's a very big part of mer culture, after all! He always struggled to focus during music lessons since he found them boring, but he still loves to play. He's quite skilled at the flute (intermediate) and is a very talented singer :).

Cosme plays guitar and is quite advanced! He started when he came to NRC. He's very good at it and will play for his class if they're well behaved enough.

Nkululeko does play instruments! He can play a number of Xhosa instruments (he's quite talented with the uhadi and umrhube) but also the mbira! It's not a Xhosa intrument, in fact, it is Zimbabwean, but he has recently begun learning how to play it and is a beginner. He likes music a lot and probably would've joined the Light Music Club if it weren't for Track and Field.

Timo doesn't really play instruments, but he does like to sing. Is he good? Nobody knows. He doesn't let anybody hear him. Well, Finn has heard him, but he can't remember because he was very small at the time.

🐈 CAT — Does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

Morrigan always struggled to make friends, since most people first experience his well behaved middle class personality, and then his more wild, sometimes even cruel, side later, which makes them leave since they feel he was tricking them. Nonetheless, he managed to make a few close friends, and he definitely preferred that.

Cosme prefers a few close friends. He's friends with Sam and a couple of other people outside NRC. He spills campus tea to them lmao.

Nkululeko likes a wide circle of friends! His personality gels well with most people, and they generally like him. He's also quite popular on Magicam, and he considers his followers friends in a way.

Timo also struggles to make friends, but he has a few of them that he's close to and definitely prefers it over a bunch of them that could turn on him on a whim.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Morrigan has a mother, father, a few siblings, as well as a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins. No grandparents, unfortunately. And obviously, Silas is his husband. He isn't estranged from his family and loves them deeply, but he always felt rather detached from them, like they didn't really understand him and vise verse. He always felt closest to Silas.

Cosme has two adopted mothers, an adopted sister and a niece. He is very close with all of them and loves them dearly. He spoils his niece rotten ;)

Nkululeko has a father (a human from the Sunset Savanna) and a mother (a Sally Lightfoot Crab beastman from the Land of Dawning), as well as a three younger siblings who he adores and several cousins. He's especially close with his father.

Timo is an orphan. He was not fond of the girl's orphanage he grew up in at all and felt very isolated from the others, and he did not get along with the adults there. He really wanted to find work to get out of there, so he began looking around and found a couple of ads for Silas' business and applied. He did end up babysitting Finn because [insert lamentations spoilers here], and during that time, he got pretty close to Silas and views him as a father figure (he will never admit it out loud he feels too embarrased) and views Finn as his lil brother. It's kind of found family, but also kinda not at the same time.

Tagging: @theleechyskrunkly @cyanide-latte @the-banana-0verlord @officialdaydreamer00 @jovieinramshackle @cynthinesia @oya-oya-okay @skrimpyskimpy

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #kai #morrigan clearcove #nkululeko adrade #cosme da costa #timo byun #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc ask game

[myzzjolanda]

Biggest fears

So eh, I might have done a thing again. Not sure if it's any good, but I loved writing it. This idea had been in my head for a while now and I wanted to share this. Might have some language mistakes because English isn't my first language, it's late and I'm tired. Enjoy!

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader

Show: Wednesday

Warnings: none, but a bit of angst and fear of rejection I guess?

You've always sucked at love. The short story about it was that you were scared of it. Scared of being happy and being loved and then being hurt. Long story was that you were bullied for a long time untill you were 17, and in that period never dared to ask someone out. What if they just laughed at you and tell every person they knew of about that ridiculous thing you asked? And then the next day, the bullying at school would be even worse. You decided to save yourself from the embarrasment. After you were 17, things got better. You weren’t bullied as much anymore, but you still did have a lot of shame in you. Your selfworth was low, you still hadn’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend and you were just feeling not that pretty or interesting at the age of 25 you had your very first ‘boyfriend’, who, looking back at it, just did things for sex so that ended quickly. He was trying to hide you a lot and while you were together it was just sex. You both decided this wasn’t going to get better the best thing was to end things. You were quite angry with him for this, since you trusted him with being a virgin and all and you felt used. He didn’t seem to care much. In the 2 years that followed, you dated a bit more but it ended all in nothing. At that point, you decided to quit love. The hurt wasn’t worth it, if everyone decided not to want you.

And here you are, at 30, being in love with a tall, blonde woman who is so pretty she could be a godess. You didn’t know how it exactly happened. You had decided to do your masters abroad and choose a small university in the United States. The masters suited your bachelor well and you loved that you could experience this in another place than your own country. You had decided to take a part-time job in a bookshop in Jericho to earn some extra money, and that was where you met her. She walked in on your first day at work, which happened to be a rainy Saturday, with so much grace and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. Appereantly she always bought her weekly newspaper from the UK there, since it was obvious that that was where she was from. You noticed that after some weeks, you started to look forward to her visits to the shop. Although you decided a good while back not to do love again, you did decide it wouldn’t hurt to befriend her right? She seemed really sweet and you’ve noticed you both had some similar tastes. Both loved reading, history and classical music. You found out her name was Larissa Weems and that she was the headmistress of the school for outcasts. She was well respected in the city, but still down to earth and really sweet and friendly. You could be easily just friends with her. Although you were madly in in love with her, you’d rather be just friends. You were too afraid that telling her your feelings and/or becoming a couple would ruin what you had build up with her. You figured that as long as you could just be friends, you could manage.

That was untill the moment at your weekly coffeemeeting after your work, when Larissa started to look a bit more serious. “Y/n? I want to ask you something.”. She looked around, almost to see how many people there still were in the Weathervane. Since it was near closingtime, it was almost empy, just the barista and the two of you. Your heart sank when you saw Larissa’s face. She looked really worried, but also hopefull. You put on a brave smile. “Go ahead!”, you answered cheerfully. She took your hand. She stayed silent for a terrifying long moment. “I think I’m starting to like you.”, she said with a soft voice. You felt the sensation of panick rise in your stomach. It was so much, it almost hurt. Your mouth felt dry. “Y-you like me.”, you answered. She nodded, almost afraid. You freaked out. You were scared, you had decided not to do this anymore, because you were always scared. “I got to go.”, you said, standing up and almost running away from Larissa. “y/n!”, she tried yelling out you. If you had looked back, you could’ve seen how scared Larissa looked when yelling for you, and then sad after you run out of Weathervane. But you didn’t look back. You were to scared of what you would see. In your mind, you’d know this would be bullshit, but you’d still have a guttfeeling that someone would be lauging at you, because of the way you've just behaved. Perhaps Larissa was laughing because of you. Perhaps she thought you were weird because of today. She wouldn’t be the first one to think so. When you got home, you were brave for a few mlre minutes. You quickly changed into your comfy pyjama’s, put your phone into your charger and then ran to your bed. You hugged your teddybear tightly, and then cried. You just cried long untill you fell asleep.

Larissa felt the urge to call you quite often for the next couple of days, but she couldn’t do it. You looked so scared when she admitted her feelings to you. Did she say something wrong? She never ment to hurt or scare you. She decided she’d leave you be for the moment. Perhaps you’d just wanted someone else than her. Someone better or so.

In the next couple of weeks, you noticed that Larissa wouldn’t come over for her weekly newspaper anymore. Instead, she always asked one of her teachers to pick it up for her. Although you didn’t like to admit this, but this probably even hurt just as much as getting your heart broken after a relationship. You wanted to make it up to her, but you didn’t know how. Perhaps she didn’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. You just ran away from her, no explanation, no nothing. If she still wanted you, she would’ve visited the shop again, wouldn’t she? On the other hand, perhaps she was just as hurt and scared as you are. You made a mental note to text her when you were of from work. That gave you a bit of time to think wha you wanted to text her. You decided you’d rather text Larissa than to call her, because you were still scared of her reaction. You’d rather read her reaction than hear her angry or upset reaction.

That night, you still didn’t know what you wanted to text Larissa. You sighted. “I messed up, didn’t I?”, that would be short. But isn’t it a weird message to send, after all this time? For the time being, you couldn’t think of anything better, so you just pressed send. You were worried that if you’d wait any longer, she wouldn’t read the message anymore. And then the scared waiting began. And then all of a sudden, Larissa her status changed to ‘online’, and the status of the message changed to ‘read’. You panicked even more. You started to breathe more heavily. You layed down in bed, pressed your teddybear close to you again, and started typing again. Hopefully to make things better again.

“I’m sorry I messed up, I didn’t want to hurt you. I got scared. Not scared of you, but I’m scared of love. I didn’t want to mess up. I think I like you too. I miss you and I’m sorry.”, you typed, and pressed ‘send’ again. You waited again. Larissa was typing now.

“Are you home now?”

“Yes. But I look like shit now.”

“I don’t care, so do I. I’m coming over.”.

Your eyes got wide. What did this mean? Is Larissa angry with you now? Was she going to yell at you? She was so tall, she could tower over you so easily and when she would yell… or was she just happy that you said you liked her too? Different scenario’s were happening in your head now, one even worse than the other. You didn’t want to think of the positive scenario’s. What if the end was bad anyways?

Your doorbell rang way too early to your liking. You carefully opened the door, and saw Larissa. Despite the situation, you were so glad you saw her. You noticed she didn’t look happy, nor angry, but she looked… sad? You never saw anyone look so sad towards you. “Hi.”, she said. She tried to smile. “can I come in? I did bring that wine you liked with me.”, she continued. That cought you of guard. You knew she was sweet, but in those weeks without her, you forgot hów sweet she was. You just simply noddrd and made way for her to get in. You walked her to your kitchen and grabbed two wineglasses. You watched as Larissa poured the both of you a glass lf wine. You decided to break the silence. “Larissa, I-“ “No, wait. Sit.”, she demanded. Oh. Yeah. That would be handy. You sat down and played with your wineglass a bit. Suprisingly to you, Larissa’s face softened a bit. “I can tell you are nervous, y/n. Can you tell me a bit what scares you?”. You shrugged. You didn’t even know where to start. Slowly, you answered: “Love, I guess. Never had much friends in school, got bullied, had my first boyfriend at 25 who took my virginity and left me shortly after, dated a bit afterwards but no one wanted me. I think I always felt unlovable and those things didn’t make anything better.”. You felt your eyes sting. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”, you added softly. Larissa remained silent for a few minutes. You didn’t dare to look her in her eyes. Eventually, she took your hand “did you mean it? In that tekst? That you liked me back.” You looked up again. You felt a weird hopefull feeling in your belly. You couldn’t supress a smile while you nodded. Larissa smiled back while she squeezef your hand. “Good. Because to me, you’re not unlovable. You are the sweetest, prettiest, purest person I’ve met and I’d love to have you in my live.”, she said. “Really?”, you answered, ashamed almost immediatly of how happy you sounded. “yes.”, Larissa answered, while she pulled you onto her lap. “And I know you’re still a bit scared, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours. But I don’t care. We can do things as slowly as you want this to be. I want to wait for you. Because that is what you do when you love someone. As long as you allow me to call you mine. I love you, y/n y/l/n.”. You felt like you could cry. You admitted your biggest fear to Larissa, and she still loved you. She was even willing to wait for you. “I love you too, Larissa Weems.”, you answered, and then kissed those beautifull, red lips. “but indeed, please wait for me if I get scared again.”, you hummed after the two of you let go of each other again. Larissa smiled her prettiest smile at you. “I will, my love, I’ll always wait for you.”.

#larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fanfic #gwendoline christie

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

what are your headcanons of their preferred traits and personalities in a s/o? (i don't know if you have a character limit but if you wouldn't write all 4 maybe both v1 and minos?)

Their Type

preferred traits in their s/o headcanons (included characters; V1, V2, Gabriel, Minos)

x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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V1

- they would prefer someone more talkative compared to quiet, lacking the ability to speak they love to hear their s/o talk and are always willing to hear a rant about something they love/hate. they are a very engaged listener and will prompt you to continue even if you get embarrased, they will never not find your passion on a subject to be annoying - similar to themselves they appreciate a partner who has a creative spark. they will be your greatest supporter and would love working on any creative pursuit with you. if you are knowledgable in music they will help write sheet music for you, composing new songs about both their life experiences and yourself - V1 is quite adventurous and as such would appreciate a partner who could at least keep up with them, preferably having a similar enthusiasm for such escapades. they do appreciate lazy days from time to time but as they are incapable of feeling physicaly tired they tend to have an insatiable need to move - a song to represent the relationship would be Back to You by WILD

V2

- somewhat similar to V1 they would prefer a partner who is more talkative, though they like a partner with fire to them, someone who can and will backtalk or is open to teasing. they see such interaction as a challenge and a way to show that they do not underestimate their partner, they will only challenge what they believe you can meet - a partner who is decisive would also be appealing to them, they aren't insensitive to anxiety but they find confidence in yourself to be much more attractive - they would find passion and skill to be appealing. V2 appreciates a partner who is capable in their own right, someone who applies themself to their work and is willing to dedicate to a task for the pleasure of mastering something would find themselves in good company around them. such a shared passion for mastery would help them feel understood - a song to represent the relationship would be love u lately by Laica

Gabriel

- a partner who is caring or empathetic towards Gabriel would be especially attractive to him, he finds showing kindness to himself to be difficult, and having a partner willing to give him the break he denies himself is appealing - he would find spirit or enthusiasm for life to be appealing in a partner, so much of his life has been dictated by duty and task, a partner who finds the concept of living and the human experience to be enjoyable/inspiring would inspire a similar enjoyment of life in himself - gentleness would be similarly appreciated, the only tenderness he has been shown was your touch, such a disposition would show him a new way to interact with the world. he finds himself prefering to avoid violence after being shown it is an option - a song to represent the relationship would be Sunlight by Hozier

Minos Prime

- being an older soul Minos would find maturity similar to his own to be attractive. he expects a certain level of emotional literacy in his partner and finds childish behaviour to be exasperating - being a good conversationalist would similarly be attractive. good conversation is an art, being able to convey ideas in an engaging way similar to him would lead to many a pleasant afternoon, simply being in eachother's company enough to entertain - having a well read partner would be appealing to him as he is very knowledgable about both the arts and history, being able to have an engaging and lengthy talk about such topics would give the both of you a better understanding of eachother's thoughts and views on the world and he finds such a connection important to a strong relationship - a song to represent the relationship would be Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier

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many thanks for reading, sorry about the wait and the brevity of each section, i'm prioritising getting requests out. again sorry for the wait, ive been sleeping most days away due to the cold. a small apology for Gabriel's section, many of the traits do fall into the "having to teach a man basic human decency" category however i believe this is the one of the few cases where it isn't toxic. also let's be real here, we all love a good 'i can fix him' moment when the man isn't a raging asshole

small inquiry, would anyone be interested in being assigned a song for their relationship with an ultrakill character? similar to what i included in this post however i will elaborate on it. i will tag it seperately so they can be blocked if unwanted, but i thought that may be cute. if i get an anon or two giving the go ahead i will open my requests to such an idea

#ultrakill x reader #v1 ultrakill x reader #v2 ultrakill x reader #gabriel ultrakill x reader #minos prime x reader

[cellray]

i’ve never admitted this before but i’m so addicted to you. i’ll get scared and try to quit cold turkey bc you’re alli think about and i’m just edging every second i can and even when i’m not edging i can’t think atraight and i lose focus so fast and i get embarrased of how dumb i’m getting so i try t stay away but i come becase i come bCk because im so fuckjing obsessed with yku and i’m like just consumed by you and i can’t fucjking get away

It's fun seeing you orbit around me, falling close then drifting away every once in a while. I'm glad you enjoy it, and I want you to know I enjoy it too.

It's the cycle you're addicted to. Watching from afar, enjoying the view. Then plunging deep, to taste the pleasure of submission again.

And once you're burned out and fulfilled, you get to drift away safely again. Resting while enjoying the view from afar once more, happy with the experience you had. Until your mind feels ready to plunge deep into my control again.

The rest makes the plunge feel better. The plunge makes the rest feel nicer. You've rested and resisted for long enough now, darling

Take the plunge. Enjoy the fall.

#hypnokink #hypnodom #hypnosis #hypnotized #brainwashing #hypnotist #brainwash #cellray #mind conditioning #mind control #hypno spiral #spiral

[crassinova]

Tell me about your OCs 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

UPDATE DEC 14 2023 if you saw the last one no you did NOT NO YOU DIDNT! NO YOU DID NOT THat was embarrasing so now heres a cooler and BETTER ONE

TW: Drug abuse, Religious trauma (implied homophobia)

uaga what was i gonna type down here again????? oh well uhh thankyou everyone and fuck you tenna

Images below are placeholders for now before i remake/made all their reference sheets. again if anything sounds weird blame my lack of vocabulary and everything

anyway thank you for reaiding

“Chancellor” (He/Him)

A mysterious stranger who is seen wandering in the wastes, appearing and disappearing. He is perceived as a guardian angel to people who were once saved by him from danger. Though some others think differently, believing he is a “prolific serial killer” due to his abundant kills and getting away with it freely. Previously seen in the Mojave frequently tagging along with the lone courier, MJ Akabine, until he disappeared to the Commonwealth to occasionally aid the sole survivor, Cain Cross, on finding his son…while also being chased by the synth detective again. It makes you really wonder what his story is if the detective is so adamant on knowing more about him, especially how little is known about him.

Trivia:

Is occasionally seen in The Tops theatre at 10PM to listen to The Lonesome Drifter. Assumptions is that its his favorite singer since he’s seen more often when the drifter was introduced in the tops.

He can play the guitar!

Has a fear of fire…why is that necessary???

Marty Jean “MJ” Akabine (they/them)

An eccentric and sneaky gunslinger and part-time mad scientist who can always lend a hand (metaphorically and literally) to people who are in need of help. Though despite his quirky and eccentric behavior towards their close friends and victims they are quite an anxious mess! ( their charisma is a 1 or 2… or even at the negatives).

Occasionally been seen dragging raiders/ dangerous people to a recluse area to experiment on them to make new unique healing items and for curiosity sake. If the victim is lucky to survive their experiments they set them free, expecting the victim that they stop their reign of terror.

Back when they were a courier…well an ex-courier they had a strong obsession on becoming stronger so they can prove to people he is capable of surviving the wastes. They were really insecure about everything about themself like “What will make me stronger?” or “Will this makes me stronger?” which in their solution to that is to take drugs and force themselves to use more blunt fighting methods because they think it’ll make them “stronger”. That didn’t go so well.

Trivia:

Has a special interest in all kinds of small little creatures like insects and bugs as they are dressed like a cazador that are mostly populated in the Mojave.

Probably ate someone, theres no evidence of it but he probably did or not idk

has a strong father-son relationship with Chancey. The coat he has on right now is from Chancey before they have to seperate paths. They just "slightly" modified it

He got that name because two (or three) of his groupmates named him at the same time. Which formed Marty Jean Akabine. (though in reality its my indecisive ass having trouble choosing Jean and Marty so i used both. Oh yeah the name "Marty" idea is when i remembered the protag from back to the future for some reason and thought it was cool)

Cain Cross (He/Him)

A sole survivor from the great war who was under cryogenic stasis beneath vault 111 for 2 decades, a man lost in time trying to find his lost son to rebuild his life. His life before the Great War was decent to say the least, if you ignore his struggles. He was apart of the Cross family, a religious and wealthy family that want what’s best for their children, to be pure and free of sin. For what seems to be a straight male with a loving family with a wife and a child, he kept that act for as long as he can remember in the name of everyone, to his parents, society, and God. All what his parents taught him go in vain as he prayed on and on wishing he could wash away the sins he made with a man during the 2nd Battalion. The guilt lingers on due to the fact he never told his wife about the affair before she died.

Trivia:

Gay (if it isnt obvious enough. He likes Maccready) and also asexual

Really likes detective media like the silver shroud, his parents didn’t like him liking childish things so he reads them in secret.

he wears shades because to look cool and because i would also be irritated if the sun keeps blinding me

think of johnny cage but hes not egotistical and suffers from internalized homophobia

Abel Cross (He/They?)

Back before the war, they were perceived as the “The golden child” due to his outstanding grades and leadership skills. Their parents noticed his potential in the business and planned his entire life of being a business man… a life he never even wanted. He wasn’t fond of the attention as they like their time alone (and also with his brother, Cain). He wanted to do art which was something he was passionate in because it gives him freedom to do whatever with a canvas, he wanted to be free, to make their own choices. But he wanted to make his parents proud of him, they already planned his life around and he didn’t want to disrupt their plans so he forced himself into business. And for what? a couple of bones and a person who doesn’t exist?

Trivia:

had a huge identity crisis after the war (imagine having your parents shape your life and identity that you have no free will. he started to draw and paint more after the war so that’s good atleast)

Despite his charismatic personality he really just wants to sleep and watch his brother play video games and make art and eat hot chip and lie (he’s bisexual)

Lustful. Though he has to keep it a secret because of his parents strict behavior (Cain is aware of it but he doesnt tell because he isn’t a snitch(i wont elaborate than that because im uncomfortable just talking abt it further for now))

fun fact abt the Cross siblings: they have a matching snake tattoo that representing “sin” and freedom from their religious background. (based on the serpent in the Adam and Eve story)

YIAPEEE DONE ATLAST!!!!!!! thank you for reading this behemoth of text!!!!! there are more fallout ocs to be told but these 4 are the ones that I like so aahwhahhwhahwaaaaa !!!!! Shout out to my friend tenna for reading this once in a while I really hate them

#asks #I had to rush writing this cus I had to study for math and I was really hungry starveing I was starving #thank you for asking <3 <- that’s a face #ofc questions are encouraged if u wanna know something% #there will be more drawings in the future and a art dump. I’m just busy with school I’m so tired

[maria-rayro]

au charlie x du'met + reader

You are an aspiring director, who has been looking for a suitable set for the filming of your horror movie for quite some time. You do not have much money and are limited in resources in general, but suddenly you receive a wonderful offer from a friendly stranger. The Du'Met's family offers you and your small crew to shoot everything on their beautiful little island, in a hotel that replicates the interiors of the famous Murder Castle, H.H. Holmes's hotel. How can you say no to something like that?

You and your crew arrive there for the weekend. You are greeted by a charming grown man in glasses, who feels a little awkward in your presence and at the same time seems eager to talk to you all the time. He seems to accidentally mention that he used to be a director too, but when you try to find out more about it, he goes off topic. You decide not to interrogate - you never know what kind of sad story there might be, right?

When you arrive on the island, you give your crew instructions, and they go to their rooms. You're about to go to yours when suddenly Charles stops you and awkwardly suggests that you join him and his husband for dinner. The team, Charlie explained, would be dining separately, but the Du'Met's would like to spend some time with the director. You couldn't refuse him, especially since you couldn't wait to see his mysterious husband, about whom Charles spoke with a kind of almost adoration and awe.

You use the time before dinner to tidy yourself up, then go down to the dining room just in time. Charlie is already sitting at the table, and before you enter the room, you manage to eavesdrop on his words. "No, she's not like me. I freaked out at dinner and had a fight with the whole crew. She's… obviously has more composure. And her relationship with the team looks nice," his tone sounds almost sad.

You hear a second voice that seems to belong to Granthem. "Of course she's not like you. There's no one like you." You smile a little. Their marriage seems to be going well.

You walk into the room and smile affably. Charles awkwardly introduces you to his husband and offers you a seat; Granthem gallantly pulls back a chair for you. Then he pours you some wine and sits down quietly, letting Charles do the talking. The man asks you mostly about your work, and you really want to ask him about his past as a director, but you hold back.

The evening goes on, dinner tastes just fine. You take advantage of the silence and decide to ask Charles something. "Tell me, Charlie. Don't you afraid to live here? I mean, it's a copy of Holmes' Murder Castle, after all. Don't you have any fear that your husband will one day go crazy and try to kill you?" you joke, sipping some wine.

Charlie coughs awkwardly, looking up at Granthem. His husband just silently stares at him back. Charles swallows and smiles a bit, shifting his gaze on you. "I like to think that in this case I will be able to beg him for mercy. So far I've been pretty good at it" he calmly says and puts a piece of meat poked on a fork into his mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and then turn your gaze to Du'Met, who looks a bit smug and smirks faintly, looking at his husband. You begin to realize that perhaps these frank and handsome men decided to invite you (and only you) to have a dinner with them for a reason. You've never been the type of people who get embarrased and blush when they get other people's attention, and you've also always been fine with trying new things. And this couple... well, they seem like people who would like to gain some new interesting experience. That's why you smile a little bit, looking at Granthem. "Is it that kind of party?"

Charlie doesn't even seem to understand what you're asking them about in the first place. He only gets it when he sees how Granthem stares at him. The older man looks somewhat amused for the first time tonight and looks at his flushed husband with interest. It is as if he has been waiting for some time for him to respond, but at some point he realizes that the man is expecting the same from him. The position of power in this relationship seems quite obvious to you now.

Granthem finally turns his gaze to you, and a mischievous light flashes into his eyes - or is it just the glare of the candles that stand on the table? "It could be."

You smile slightly as you continue to cut a piece of meat on your plate, looking at Granthem, and then shift your gaze to Charles. The man looks at his husband only, as if trying to read his mind, looking a bit tense. Then, however, it's as if he accepts his inability to look inside the man's head and sighs, picking up his glass and drinking the rest of his wine.

Looks like you're going to have an interesting night, huh?

#charlie lonnit #granthem du'met #du'met x charlie #tdim #the devil in me #du'lie #du'met x charlie x reader #yes i made it just because i've remembered that scene from hannibal #is it that kind of party?

[simpfordemetri]

Rosalie Cullen NSFW alphabet

A=Aftercare

She is so sweet,looking at you making sure she didn't hurt you or left bruises.

Hugs you and clean you.

Cuddle you while kissing your collarbones and neck.

B=Body part

Her favourite body part of herself are her boobs, loves when you blush every time she takes off her bra.

Her favourite body part of you is your collarbones,she always leaves hickeys there.

C=Cum

She loves cumming of your fingers,she would watch you lick her cum.

She loves when you cum on her mouth,kissing you after letting you taste yourself.

D=Dirty secret

Low-key loves making love to you when there are people on the house,making you moan and scream so everybody can hear the things she does to you.

E=Experience

She has experience,knows how to move her fingers and curve them to find your g spot,watching your legs shake.

F=Favourite position

She loves when you are on top of her, riding her thigh,also loves doing the 69 with you.

G=Goofy

She is quite serious,sure she likes when you crack some joke but prefers making you know that pleasure you it's her first priority.

H=Hair

She has some hair down there,she doesn't care about it.As well as she don't care at all if you don't shave.

I=Intimacy

She is dominant and passionate,takes things slow with you,loves takes your clothes off slowly giving kisses all over your body.

J=Jack off

She does it and is open about it,she even like when you two masturbate together,watching each other doing it.

K=Kink

Mutual masturbation, overstimulation.

She would uses some toys making you cum over and over again until you cry of pleasure.

L=Location

On her room,or the coach,when no one is near.

Also loves shower sex,she would get on her knees and eat you out.

M=Motivation

When you wear the lingerie she buy for you.

When you bit your lip looking at her innocently,she knows what you are doing.

N=No

Hurting you,she won't be too rude or try something where you can get hurt.

O=Oral

Loves giving you oral,she would make you sit on her face, riding it while she lick your folds making you cum on her face.

P=Pace

Slow but sensual.Loves teasing you making slow movements with her fingers until you beg for her.

Q=Quickie

Not a fan of them,maybe on a special occasions when she can smell how wet you are and doesn't want to leave you flustered.

R=Risk

Loves taking risk,making love to you when people are at home,making you nervous thinking that someone can oper the door any moment.

S=Stamina

Can last forever,but if you are human she makes you cum until you are sensible down there.

T=Toy

She has and uses them with you.

U=Unfair

She loves teasing you until you start to get mad,then she will speed up making you scream.

V=Volume

Both of you are loud, embarrasing the people who can hear you both.

W=Wild card

Send you nudes when you are away from her,asking you to touch yourself with them

X=X-ray

Y=Yearning

Her sex drive is high,but respect your limits.

Z=ZZZ

Would obligate you to take a nap after making love,so you are not tired.

Will cuddle you and caress your hair.

#twilight #the twilight saga #breaking dawn #twilight saga #twilight headcanon #rosalie cullen x reader #rosalie cullen #rosalie cullen headcanons #Rosalie cullen Smut #twilight rennaisance #twilight revival

[viviennes-tears]

Get help! (Loki, X reader and Thor one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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A/N: Thank you to Chocolate_Cherry for being so patient while waiting for me to finish your prompt! I enjoyed this one quite a lot when writing it, hopefully it turned out alright.

Remember prompt requests are temporarily closed at the moment and I'm just finishing off the prompts that were sent in weeks ago. I will let you know when I decide to reopen them again.

Prompt requested by Chocolate_Cherry on A03: Loki is part of the Avengers and gets injured on a mission. Female reader is a medic checking him out and she admires he's trying to be a better person and he has guilt. It's also awkward that he's naked and she is taking his temp in the tuhy lol and Thor comes in and makes everything more embarrasing. Please.

Summary: Loki suffers injuries during a mission with Thor and the rest of the Avengers. At first Thor and the others believed it was another one of Loki's tricks, however not this time as it turns out. But as soon as they arrived back at the Avengers tower only you were willing to treat him, due to the rest of the medic team refusing to help given what Loki had done to New York, despite his attempts of redemption. Although your offer of help surprises Thor considering you and Loki don't get along.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood (not too graphic) nudity, implied innuendos, near death experience, bloody used as a curse word used once and mentions of sex.

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"Get help! Please, my brother is dying! Help him!" Thor cried hysterically, as he ran whilst carrying Loki bridal style further into the Avenger's tower once the lift stopped on the medical floor.

Loki was in a bad way, almost on the brink of death. No tricks, no illusions this time. It was very much real, at first Thor and the rest of the Avengers had thought Loki may have been dramatising his injuries, just like he has done many times in the past. Although the discolouration to Loki's already pale complexion only got worse, in fact it turned into a sickening colour, and he was losing a lot of blood. Loki's whimpers and sharp intakes of breath weren't fake this time either. It might have taken Thor and the other Avengers a while to realise this was actually happening, albeit Thor just had to hope he wasn't too late.

"Help! Please, get help!" Thor continues to cry hysterically, but the medic team seem to just ignore his pleas. They, like most, still see Loki as the one who reaped havoc on New York, and nothing more than the monster he was that day, despite his best efforts to prove his redemption. However the medic team were more than willing to look at the rest of the Avengers, and take care of their various states of injuries, although none were as bad as Loki's are.

"I'll help him." Thor heard you say sympathetically after he'd been pleading to the rest of the medic team to help.

At first Thor was taken aback by your offer to help Loki after everyone else ignored him and considering you and Loki didn't really get along very well. Yet he soon shook that feeling off and nodded his head once in agreeing to your help. He then carried Loki into a private room that had been prepped like the rest of them for anybody who needed one after the mission. Thor proceeded to gently put Loki down onto the bed as you pulled over the medical equipment by the bedside on the little trolley. 

"Thank you, Y/N." Thor says, as he wipes the tears from his face and helps you remove Loki's armour. 

"Don't thank me yet. He's still in bad shape." You say honestly. Albeit once Loki's armour was off you began to undress him, but Thor was a bit hesitant about you undressing him, even though he knew his brother needed to be attended to. 

"Wait!" Thor says, as he puts his large hand over both of yours as you were about to undo Loki's leather trousers. 

"Wait? Thor, if we wait too much longer I won't be able to help him." You replied seriously, as your eyebrows frowning with confusion, and you left no space for arguing really.

"At least allow me to cover him?" Thor asked, as he held up the bed sheet sheepishly.

You didn't say anything, you just allowed Thor to cover Loki up with the bed sheet as you undo his leather trousers. Not that you were innocent by any means as you've been a medic for four years and been working on the Avengers' medic team for a year and a half. Meaning you've seen many naked men and some women for medical reasons during that time. You've even been with a handful of men intimately since you were sixteen, so it was safe to say seeing Loki completely naked wouldn't be any different from what you've already seen before, but you didn't argue with Thor about it. There wasn't any time for it anyway. 

After removing Loki's boots and his leather trousers completely you began to examine the deep flesh wound on his left thigh. Clearly he wasn't healing as fast as he normally would and he had lost quite a lot of blood. But upon further inspection it appeared whatever weapon caused the wound must have been covered in a substance, a poison, now it was that running a mock through his veins. Clearly it had slowed down his healing abilities right down to the point of faintly working. Luckily you'd seen something similar to this before, also the fact Loki is a God is luckily too, so he should pull through it compared to the last person you treated. So you got to work right away. Mixing up a cocktail of pain medication, natural herbs and something else unknown to Thor as he watched you prepare the cure for his brother. 

"Please could you lift his head up?" You asked Thor when you had finished preparing the unusual looking cocktail to cure Loki. 

"Are you sure that's safe?" Thor asked with great concern, as he lifted Loki's head up like he was asked to do. 

"You can trust me Thor. You know I was hired with my background on exotic medical cases as I had the most successful cure rate than most." You reassured him and then you slowly made Loki drink the unusual cocktail cure. Thankfully he drank every last drop.

When Loki had finished drinking the cure he seemed to whimper a little with his closed eyes tightening briefly. Thor's concern didn't let up as he gently set Loki's head back down on the pillow, then he sat beside his bed while he continued to watch you carefully. You then proceeded to hook Loki up to a heart rate monitor, giving him an IV drip to keep him hydrated and you gave him a blood transfusion. You also decided to give him an oxygen mask just as a precaution, due to his wheezing breaths, which he started to take a few minutes after drinking the cure. However the more you did for Loki the worse Thor felt about the situation and he seemed to sit in silence for a while too. 

"He'll be alright, Thor. I promise." You say softly and give Thor a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder.

"I should have known sooner...I should have known he was suffering, but instead I thought it was another one of his bloody tricks." Thor speaks up after the kindness you showed him, although it is apparent to see the disappointment in himself, and more tears begin rolling down his cheeks.

"We all make mistakes. We just have to learn from them." You replied keeping your voice soft as you prepared a needle and a tray of gauze pads and saline solution. 

Thor sighs heavily before he could speak again, "when it comes to Loki...I guess I can never truly tell the difference, can I?" He just continues to put himself down for not responding quicker as Loki had gotten injured.

"He will appreciate what you've done for him...in his own way, I'm sure." You send a small smile Thor's way before you begin to clean and then stitch up Loki's wound. Followed by you cleaning up the small cuts on his face and right arm too.

As time passed Loki became clammy and burning up fast, of course this only fuelled Thor's concerns. You however remained calm and constantly reassured Thor that Loki will make it through and he just has to believe Loki will. One thing you wouldn't voice out loud to Thor is that deep down inside you're scared that Loki might not make it.

Luckily the clamminess and Loki's high temperature only lasted a few hours before normalising. Thanks to you monitoring it and using a cool damp cloth to help him through it, and the cure you gave him helped boost his healing abilities, they slowly returned to work as they should. By this point Loki no longer needed the oxygen mask either and the blood transfusion had stabilised him too. Eventually you tell Thor to take a break as it was getting late and you thought it was best he grabbed some food too. He was hesitant at first, in the end though he took your advice. 

"You've really done a number on him, you know? It may or may not have been your fault, but he really does care...I care too. I know it doesn't seem like I do, but I do care for you. A lot." You whispered and hoped he doesn't remember this when he wakes up. Hoping he doesn't find out about your secret feelings for him.

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Loki groaned as the bright lighting blared into his eyes as he finally woke up in the late hours of the night. He soon raised his hand to block out some of the light until his eyes adjusted to it. When he was more awake he looked over at the heart rate monitor that you hooked him up to.

"Damn this infernal contraption!" Loki growled groggily, as he disconnected the machine from himself and pulled out the IV drip from the back of his hand too. He then sat up in bed before he rolled his neck and shoulders simultaneously, followed by a large stretch upwards with a big yawn.

"Oh, you're awake!" You said, sounding surprised with hints of relief, as you entered and saw he was awake and in the process of stretching.

"Feels like I took a big nap." Loki replies, as he settles down against the headboard of the bed still feeling groggy from what happened.

"I suppose that's a nicer way of putting it...you almost died, Loki." You say gently while you tried to not let him see how concerned you were about him. You distracted him from seeing it as you picked up the clipboard hanging off the end of his bed. The news did however for a few seconds cause Loki's expression to falter, but he quickly recovered and hid it behind a mask of indifference.

"I'm guessing you've been taking care of me, huh?" He says, as you jot down something on the papers attached to the clipboard.

"Yeah, no one else would. So...." You shrugged casually and kept your emotions to yourself as best as you can. Although you soon walked towards him and put the clipboard down on the bedside table. Taking your pen light out of your pocket to check his pupils. Also the small cuts on his face had cleared up, in fact you couldn't even tell that he had any to begin with.

"Why? You don't even like me." Loki says, as he allows you to look at his eyes close up. It wasn't easy for you looking into them so close up, as you have fantasied about his beautiful green eyes many times. Plus it was the first time he had noticed how much he liked your eyes too. Not that he told you that. At least his pupils responded to the light well.

"I never said I didn't like you. You just make life...difficult sometimes." You admitted with a sigh and pocketed your pen light then you added to your notes.

"So, you like me then?" Loki smirked and seemingly perked up slightly from hearing you say that. Not that he was going to tell you that he actually remembers hearing you whispering that you cared about him. Your voice had reached him even in the state he was in before.

"You're still here, aren't you?" You say with one raised eyebrow and finish up writing your notes.

"Yes, it would seem so....when can I leave?" He asks, as he avoids talking about what happened to him.

"Not yet. I want to keep you here just to be sure. At least until tomorrow morning." You replied honestly, as you started to take his blood pressure.

"If I must." Loki huffed.

"No one wants you to have a relapse, Loki. It will be for the best, I promise." You say, as you finished checking his blood pressure. 

Loki watches you move to the other side of the room next, watching you gather some more things before bringing them to his bedside. "I'm sure there's plenty who would disagree with you." He says, as you walked back to his bedside with what you needed.

 "Perhaps, yes." You sighed, before you held up the thermometer. "I need you to lay on your stomach for me, please." You added.

Loki stares at the thermometer for a moment before staring back at you. "Why? What are you going to do with that?" He asks as he stares at you.

"It checks your temperature." You shrugged slightly, thinking it was self explanatory and you gathered that on Asgard they would have had something similar.

"Didn't you just do that? You know with that other contraption you had on my arm." His words seem to amuse you and that he isn't used to these things as you thought he would be.

"No, that just checked your blood pressure. Now please lay on your stomach so I can check your temperature." You gently urged him to do as he is told.

Loki peeks under the bed sheets first. His eyes instantly widen as he realises he's completely naked and his cheeks begin to turn red. Once he's taken that peek he quickly puts the bed sheets back down and shakes his head at you.

"You're not shy are you?" You teased at his sudden change in his demeanour.

He clears his throat before speaking, "the God of Mischief is never shy." He tries to sound unaffected by your words, but he's failing. 

"If that's so this shouldn't be an issue then." You smirked as you tried not to laugh.

He looks at you with worried puppy dog eyes for a brief moment, before he masks it as best he can as he tries to keep himself covered as he moves on the bed, then lays down on his stomach as you asked of him. 

"Relax." You tell him softly, even though your mind is telling you to bite him on his firm delectable arse. Loki takes a deep breath and on the exhale he tries to relax as you slowly push the thermometer between his butt cheeks. It goes in smoothly. "Something tells me you've done something back here before." You say cheekily.

"I'm not even going to answer that." He says snidely in order not to let you know the truth about his bisexuality, due to neither of you having really gotten along since you started working as a medic for the Avengers. He just didn't see it as your place to know, at least not yet.

"Any news?" Thor suddenly comes barging into the room with his booming voice. Loki's eyes snap up to Thor, as he's laying on his stomach with his bum sticking up in the air, along with the thermometer still nestled in between his butt cheeks. His cheeks turn into bright red as Thor starts to laugh at the sight before him. "Good to see you are awake, brother." Thor chuckles.

"Get out, Thor!" Loki yelled and threw a pillow at him.

Thor ended up leaving the room and his laughter died down as he walked away. Once he was gone Loki sighed heavily, then the thermometer bleeped to indicate it was done checking his temperature, so he removed it himself before you could even try to. When he had done that he sat up and kept himself covered in the process, as he gave the thermometer back to you.

"He's been worried about you ever since you got injured on the mission. It's only fair that he wanted to check in on you." You say with hints of laughter in your voice, as you see that his temperature is back to normal.

He grumbles low. "The oaf always turns up at the inopportune moments."

"Maybe he does, but he has a good heart." You said with a smile.

"I suppose so." He sighs once more. You then start to move the bed sheets that are covering him. "Hey!" He says in protest and stops you.

"I just need to check your leg. That was where the worst of your injuries was." You explain and he reluctantly lets you look.

You moved the bed sheets out of your way, but kept him covered for his sake. You then gently inspected where your stitches were, albeit your touch made him shiver slightly, it had been a long time since anyone had touched his thigh. Although he just tried to ignore his body's reaction to your touch, yet you couldn't ignore it. You had to remember how you affected him. While you were inspecting his wound it was like you were looking at an old injury, rather than one he had gotten that very same day. The wound had closed up mostly by this point and looked less red and painful.

When you're done Loki snaps his fingers and grey joggers materialised on him. It was another good sign, as it meant he was doing better now than he had been, even though you still wanted him to stay where he is as a precaution. He also sat back again against the bed like before. 

"Well, how am I doing?" He decided to speak up again after a long pause as you finished up writing your notes.

"You're recovering really well actually. You may still be tired feeling for a while though, because you did lose a lot of blood...I'm glad you are though." You replied, although you were letting your emotions and feelings for him show a little, and he looked at you with his head tilted slightly for a moment.

"Y/N?" He says your name softly, as reaches for your hand. It was as if his hand holding yours in his large one set off the water works involuntary.

"I...I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start crying." You said with a light chuckle, except there were still tears running down your face.

"It's quite alright, little one." Now his voice was softer than he's ever spoken to you since you've known him, more importantly he'd never given you a sweet pet name before either. It had taken you aback too hearing him call you that. 

"I-I thought you might die." You replied, unable to keep control of your emotions anymore.

"Come here." Loki continues to speak softly, as he opens up his arms to you. 

At first you hesitated wondering if this was one of his tricks, until you saw the genuine concern in his beautiful green eyes. That's how you knew. So you slowly got onto the bed with him and allowed him to hold you. He instantly wrapped his arms around you tightly while a few of your tears landed on his bare shoulder. One of his hands softly rubbed up and down your back as the other gently stroked your hair. It was strange to him to comfort someone else after many, many years, not that he could deny that he actually didn't want to let you go now he has you in his arms. In this moment he realised he wanted to be there for you and that he too cared about you in return.

"Hush, I'm here little one. Thanks to you of course." He whispered and then kissed the top of your head.

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Source: @viviennes-tears​

#get help! #Loki Laufeyson #x reader #loki and x reader #thor odinson #prompt request #avengers #avengers loki #viviennes-tears

[shoobydoo]

Why I, a radical feminist, hate Taylor Swift

This Blog will be divided into two parts! Because my Text exceeded the maximum character count. :)

1/2

I was seriously soooo positively suprised about Taylor Swift when the documentary about her came out but praising her as a feminist icon is embarrasing to say the least. How much tangible activism has taylor provided herself, but most importantly, for other women? she is stamped on making symbolic gestures, talking and talking and talking about her few experiences with the same mysoginy that paid her enough to life without ever having to work again. Oh sorry, I forgot she propably wants to keep up the lavish lifestyle she's living; eating out in fancy restaurants, throwing million dollar 4th of july parties, flying back and forth with her private jet every two to three days, owning several penthouses in the US and running around town wearing gucci fanny packs. Does she really need that? In her songs she claims that the only thing fullfilling her is her boyfriend (see All the Girls). So why this completely unnecessary and sick need for this overkill of materialistic and most of all enviromentally harmfull property? There are a few people living with far less than her and being happy with it but mostly there are millions of people living with far less than her and being on the verge of death, if they're "lucky" poverty. Libfems will attack me for saying this by claiming I am criticizing Taylor simply because she is a woman using her money and by that her freedom for her own pleasure. And yes, that is exactly what I am criticizing. Because Money shouldn't be the shortcut to freedom or pleasure. So I am quite frankly sick and tired of Taylor blurping out some ethical statements about women, gays and poc's here and there. Every Person who has more money than he or she needs and don't decide to use it to help people in need is deeply unethical to me because you are automatically just becoming the oppressor. Her misuse of her ressources will lead to the ruin of millions of other people's lives, most importantly women. May I remind you, that women are still paid far less than men? But obviously, this doesn't affect Taylor, so why should she care? She ONLY started speaking up about feminism when mysoginy affected her negatively. Until then she was all about women vs women (See Better than Revenge, You Belong with Me) and being "the nice girl who doesn't force feminism on you uwu". She was about 8 years into her career when she first spoke up about feminism. At that point she was already hella rich and famous. She claims now to distance herself from white supremacy but when alt-right's worshipped her for her crypto-conservative image and her "aryan beauty" she did not want to position herself, she just wanted those tweet's deleted in silence. When Climate change will hit hard she will have enough ressources to survive it while sipping a martini and watching everyone else drown. Girl Power! And while she is completely caught up by any man who gives her the slightest bit of attention, she really has the nerve go put out a line like "and the voices that implore 'you should be doing more' to you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it". Oh, I'm so sorry that standing up for people who suffer the same oppression you have suffered but in very very more severe ways is so hard on you Taylor. Maybe you wanna take a quick Holiday in Hawaii or South Italy before you decide to speak up about it again? Or maybe you just wanna fly back and forth from your numerous penthouses in the US to lie on your couch and write songs if that helps you? I promise after that you can go straight back to eating out in fany restaurants and going clubbing with the mysoginistic dickhead Matty Healy.

#taylor swift #radical feminist #radical feminism #radfem #radical feminist community #radical feminist safe #canceltaylorswift

[futurewriter2000]

Masks - pt. 3

A/N: WAIT! The good parts are coming. I don't know why I keep draging this bullshit so long. lmao.

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It has been a great day; sleeping in, sitting in your bed with a cup of coffee in your hands- pretty mild, too sweet. Sometimes you overexaggerated with sugar just because you were afraid it's going to be bitter. You despised bitter coffee. Coffee should be sweetened just enough with the right amount of creamy milk that makes the whole experience more savory than life itself.

Or something like that if you turn to poets.

Your roommate was coming on Wednesday and you could do anything you wanted to. No cleaning right after yourself, no. Your red sweater was on her bed, which was a bit wrinkled from your studying the day before. Your bed was messy and filled with papers that day so you easily took her space for some extra studying. Your shorts were in a slump right next to your sweater, your bag, your watch and an extra towel you brought from home. You still had no idea why you brought an extra towel but why not?

Everything was a mess and you loved it. You could be yourself. You knew you could tidy it anytime you wanted- even the slippers that one was flipped over and one was on the other side of the room- didn't bother you. The dirty glasses and the objects that weren't in their place. Nothing bothered you.

You were at peace.

Finally.

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Somehow your life has faltered in its intensity. When seasons change, so does the temperament of your life movement.

You sat in computer class and you had just been finishing your last project, Jonnie right by your side, looking confusely at his computer screen. "This excel is some bullshit."

"I find it quite fun." you replied as you waited for the professor to take his turn with you, finally getting the grade that you deserve.

"You who doesn't work."

"Hey!" you turned your head sharply to him but grinned because it was only Jonnie and he could never really offend you. "I enjoy having rest days. I will work until the day that I die and if I can exploit my chances of draining my parent's money then I will exploit it."

"So you're spoiled?"

"No. I'm just smart. I don't know why I would have to prove a point to my parents that I can pay for my own school when they are legally responsible to pay all my school by the age of 26. Proving my point that I can do everything will only drain me and have them keep their money... which I will not do."

"Wow... daddy issues much?" he joked and you laughed.

"In our generation, who doesn't?"

Your next class was management and all of your friends were already sitting there. You smiled at them and sat next to May. Despite everything, the two of you were thick as thieves when it came to anything. The two of you argued but it was fun kind of arguing.

You loved your peaceful life. It finally seemed to be going well and not destructive.

You should have known you were about to eat your own words when there was a large crack in the door and as usual, everybody turned their heads to it. Usually, there was always somebody coming in late to class, but this time there was a large bouquet of roses and behind it there was one perpetual grin you were trying so hard to forget.

"Hello!" he spoke loudly and looked around the room until he saw your face hiding lower and lower in your seat.

"Ah, there you are, mi darling."

Professor looked at you with a mocking grin. "I think you have an admirer."

"I had never seen that boy in my entire life." you denied, meanwhile you heard your classmates giggle.

"Let me correct you right there." he was standing a desk behind you because there was no room to actually stand next to you. "A man, not a boy." he winked and you sat back upright and shot him a glare. His gaze softened under your devouring glare and he offered you the bouquet. "I come in peace. Here to apologise only."

You kept looking at him and the flowers under your nose but you felt incredibly embarrased. "Couldn't have done it any other time of the day."

"No." he smiled cheekily. "Thought this was the best way to get your attention." he winked and you closed your eyes and stood up from your seat.

You made your way around the desk and pulled him out of the class. When the two of you were alone, you could see the other boys waiting on the chairs and joking around but you were only focused on one, standing in front of you.

You punched his shoulder.

"Ow!" he yelped and rubbed his shoulder as the others snickered in the background.

"How could you embarrass me like that, Potter!?" you were yelling at him.

"Told you she wouldn't have like it." said Remus in the background.

"This work might work on all the other girls you flaunt yourself at but it doesn't on me! I told you so many times to leave me and my new life alone but you come here with roses and put me in the center of attention- like I want to have people look at me and judge!"

"Thought you weren't the one who thought of whether other people judged you or not?" Sirius added as you only shot him a glare.

"Shut up, Black. I never liked you."

"Oh, you're such a good liar." he laughed. "Keep them coming."

"I just knew that if I checked with these roses anywhere that you'd just walk right past me like a ghost but if I put you on the spot you wouldn't have any other choice but to drag me out and yell at me." he explained. "And it was either getting yelled at, which is something, than being walked right past by."

"Plus there was also the fact to make that other guy jealous." added Sirius but James only waved his hand over him.

"Disregard him."

"I thought it was pretty stupid either way." added Remus as well.

"Disregard that too."

"I thought it was ballsy and romantic." continued Peter.

"That, you regard." he smiled and that made you smile as well. "Thanks Wormy."

You took a deep breath in and tried to relax your tensed posture. You looked at the flowers, then back into his pleading eyes.

You weren't a monster...

You took the bouguet into you hands and smelled them, as they would in the movies, of course. "The roses are too much of a gesture and I was always willing to talk to you James, if you only made the effort to show up." you put the roses away and continued to look at him, the background noises silencing in the distance and focusing on your words. "Three months, James. Three bloody months- even more." you put the flowers gently on the table. "You left me, left us like we were nothing. It was as if we never met, never kissed, never had anything- not even exchange of words. You go with another girl weeks later- do you know how that feels?"

"I told you that from-"

"No. You don't get to pity yourself, right now. Or excuse yourself. I knew what I was getting into with you for a long time but what you had done in the end doesn't even come close to me forgiving you." you took a deep breath as he exhaled a sigh. "You don't get to come here with roses and a half-ass apology, thinking that I'll run back into your arms like what you did didn't put me into bed for two months. Like if I wasn't working that month, I'd probably spiral out of control."

"I just couldn't have-"

"No. Stop." you put your hand up. "Even if you never loved me, I did love you and I still do. This is a part of me that I work on every fucking day because it simply does not go away. I loved you so much I grieved for us meanwhile you just replaced me."

"I didn't replace-"

"Yes, you did."

"Can you let me finis-"

"No! I can't. I wanted to die because of you. My whole life turned gray because of you. I lost my spark, my motivation, my love for anything or anybody anymore. I changed into this heartbroken, sad piece of shit and as I'm trying to heal from all of that you come back with an apology... guess what? You're fucking too late."

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