#so like...do i go for the easiest option of Don't Fucking Touch It

[undercity-merc]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. Including lyrics is optional.

1 - The Beach by The Neighbourhood

Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up

I've been callin' you friend, I might need to give it up

I'm sick and I'm tired too

I can admit, I am not fireproof

I feel it burning me

I feel it burning you

I hope I don't murder me

I hope I don't burden you

If I do, I do

Vi is very frustrated with the emotions she feels towards Caitlyn. Whenever she gets too close, she's afraid she'll burn her, that she will lead to Caitlyn's untimely demise. She knows that she's in love with her, but won't speak it into existence, as if it will break the peace between them-- even if it kills her.

2 - Kiss the Sky by Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra

I hold my head up just enough to see the sky

And when we go we won't go slow we'll put up such a fight

When they fade into the dust and into ash

All children know this pain will surely pass

Strong and wise and they are love

When the tide it come they will float above and

And you will be one day exactly what you are

Just keep your head up high kiss your fist and touch the sky

Vi will never go gently into that good night. She is a fighter, and will fight until her very last breath. She confronts every issue head-on, and just never knows when to quit. She doesn't know how to.

3 - Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin

Try to find out what makes you tick

As I lie down sore and sick, do you like that?

Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate

And I don't mind, just let me say that I like that

Her relationship with Jinx is very complicated. She still wants to see her as her sister, Powder, but it is becoming progressively more difficult to see that little girl who used to be her sister. She's not sure how Jinx will take her, and doesn't believe her heart can take the rejection of her sister again-- so she avoids her, hoping to never find out what that answer is.

4 - Little Lion Man by Social Repose

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

For the two most important people in her life, people she couldn't possible choose between, Vi messes up, again and again. With Jinx, and with Caitlyn. She blames the rise of Jinx on herself, and blames the death of all of those close to her on herself. From the beginning, she was a leader, and any mistakes landed on her shoulders. It was always her responsibility, and she messed it up in her mind, again and again. The most frustrating part of it all is her ability to acknowledge it, but her inability to fix it...

5 - Built for Pain by Esterly

Screaming like a voice inside my head

That keeps on saying do it all again

I've been hurting for it in my blood

Fighting like I just can't get enough

That destruction is just what I love

That dirty pleasure runs my veins

Maybe I was built for pain

There has always been one constant in Vi's life-- and it has been pain. At every point in her life, she has felt pain in one way or another, and it was the only tangible thing that kept her sane during her solitude in Stillwater. In a fight or flight situation, Vi will always choose fight. It is a grounding force that she can always feel, and physical pain is the easiest for her to deal with. Even when she's down, when she's tired, when she's defeated-- she will always fall back on the staple of pain.

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Tagging: @shimmerbeasts @jynxd @restrainedhungr and anyone else who wants it!

#ooc #headcanon

[vergess]

Stupid question ahead! PLEASE feel free to ignore, but you're the person I know who seems most well versed in all this.

So, I'm aroace. I'm a virgin. I enjoy masturbation, and want to try having sex.

Where do you like. Start?

Like, in my head easiest option is find and hire a sex worker, and that was legit my plan once I found out they were a thing when I was young b/c "Oh wow that just takes all the pressure of first times off! That's great!" But now in my mid twenties I'm realizing I don't know how to find one/the ettiquite involved. And obvious getting in touch varies state by state I'm sure.

The whole "have a relationship, get to That Point" is a definite no go on my end. None of my friends are really casual sex types, or if they are they haven't clued me into that fact, and idk about hooking up with like. *Unvetted* strangers you know?

How does one enter their hoe era :<

Well, if you can find a professional in your area, I super recommend it. Having an experienced partner who is focused on teaching YOU rather than pleasing themselves is a really luxe way to make your sexual debut.

That said, it sounds like the market in your area is broadly inaccessible to you, and most sex work platforms were crushed under fosta/sesta, so let's focus on non-professional options.

You can basically go one of two ways: online hookups or in person browsing.

Now, with COVID being what it is (ongoing, crippling, often lethal), in person may not be super available. If it's an option, though, I'm gonna let you in on a secret the allos won't admit to.

"Flirting" isn't actually a specific technique. It's just the act of putting on your most euphoric persona and acting like everyone who talks to you is the reason for that euphoria. Sit at a bar (NOT a table) in a restaurant or club and look generally ecstatic to be there. Give meaningless, retail like greetings to anyone who enters your talking radius. People will wander up to you over time.

Online is often easier if you know what you want. Like, if you're specifically looking for someone 5'4" so you can lift them up like a trophy, that's easier to pick and choose.

Hookup apps are nearly infinite and hugely varied by niche. BDSMlr has had good reviews from people I trust, and has a nice, tumblr like user interface. You might enjoy it!

The benefit of a hookup app is, everyone is already there to fuck. No need for pretenses. Just find someone interesting and straight up say, 'wanna fuck?'

It's that easy.

Now, as far as 'unvetted' goes:

You can 100% vet your sexual partners. Ask them about past hookups and their STI status, especially. If someone refuses to discuss that stuff with a person they're about to fuck, that can be a red flag. But, in general, as long as a few friends know where you are and when to expect you home, you don't need to worry.

The biggest risk with casual sex isn't violence, it's disease. And just using condoms/dams is enough to crush that risk way, way down.

Finally, before making your sexual debut, get an STI test of your own. "Oh but I've never..." There are STIs you can get from nonsexual activities too, and you have the same responsibility to be upfront about your STI status when asked, at your partners would.

Be responsible, be respectful, get tested!

[youvereachedthebadend]

Cat, you want to be uncorrupted, right? Our options currently are to do that right now and then get you to safety, or to get you to safety and try again later. The easiest way to get you out of here will be through the teleportation thingy, but that won’t work until you’re uncorrupted. What do you want to do?

Cat doesn't say anything. He just continues to breathe like he finished running a mile. He tries to touch his mask again before yanking his hand back. "I—" he starts to talk before making a choking sound. So he signs instead. I don't want to be here.

'We can get you out of here, but you need to choose a way to get out,' Jack says. 'Do you want to go through the teleporter? I-I have to uncorrupt you before that happens.'

Cat nods.

'Alright. Hang on while I do this.' Jack steadies himself, then reaches out. His body glitches into white static. As he disappears, Cat goes limp and starts to slump over.

But barely a second later, a wave of white static is expelled from Cat's body and he gasps, sitting up straight again and almost hyperventilating.

Jack reforms, scrambling back over to Cat, dodging magic as he goes. 'Why?!' he cries. 'Why do you keep pushing me out?! I need to be there! I-I need to be there to help you!'

Cat breathes in shakily. "I...don't...know," he whispers.

One of the magicians screams. A corrupted figure grabs onto them and starts pulling, and a second magician has to stab the corrupted with a spike of silver energy. "Just grab him! Get him out of here!" the second magician shouts.

"But the teleporter won't let the corrupted through!" someone protests.

"Fuck it! We'll figure it out!"

Two pairs of hands reach down and grab Cat, pulling him up by the arms. Cat cries out but doesn't fight as the magicians drag him back to the alcove as they all retreat. Jack takes a moment before standing up and following.

Everyone crams into the small alcove. There's nearly enough room for all of them, so people start stepping onto the blue circles and disappearing in flashes of blue light. Until there's only about five magicians and Cat—and Jack—in there. Scarlet twirls around and conjures a purple shield, completely covering the entrance of the alcove in a shiny light. "Better figure it out fast!" she shouts.

#jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #theglitchspet #lastoneanswers #the-earnest-system

[dredshirtroberts]

i have a lot of hangups that surround my hair and how it looks. i kind of want to grow it out a bit again but at its current length i’ve gotten a lot of compliments from my family about how good it looks and i’m also afraid that growing it out will make me look less masculine and thus people will misgender me more than they already do but at the same time i desperately want to wear it in a ponytail again

#anyway i'm debating whether or not i clean up my undercut #like i probably would barely touch the top hair i just don't know if i want to go to the trouble of buzzing the undercut #and potentially messing up the Vibe i've got right now #but also it's in that awkward Too Long but also Not Long Enough stage where it just looks lazy and messy #and i'm trying to decide if i want to try and do anything about it #my other option is attempting to like...do a style? with the razor? #something more than just 'buzzed to a one everywhere but the top' #which i've technically done before but also i could very easily fuck it up because i am just one me #and i cannot see behind my head #so like...do i go for the easiest option of Don't Fucking Touch It #the second easiest option of Just Buzz The Short Bits Down and Rock the look #or the third potentially most disastrous option of Try And Do Something Fancy #i guess if Fancy goes wrong i can default back to Buzz It All Down #the other problem with wanting to do this is that my arm is sore from vaccination and i don't know if i wanna have my arms above #my head for that long lol

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. Poe has confronted you on the secret that you've been hiding from him.

You're terrified to let him know the truth and you feel guilty about it.

What's going to happen next?

Warnings, general smut, female receiving oral sex, angst, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion, breeding kink, not for anyone under 18.

You don't know how to answer him. Poe has a lost, sad look in his eyes as he looks at you, desperate for an answer.

"It's true, I'm pregnant". You blurt out with a deep sigh. "And you are 100% the father because I haven't been with anyone else in months, the conception date lines up with the night of the party".

Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Poe just sits down on the floor of the hangar, speechless.

"I never thought that I'd become a parent this way". Poe explains, holding his head in his hands. "I always assumed that I would be married first, or at the very least be in a relationship with the person carrying my child".

"There are options for us, you know". You explain, sitting down next to him. "It's early too, so that option is safe, and easy".

"We were two consenting adults that made a stupid, life altering mistake". Poe continues, taking your hand and looking deeply into your eyes. "It's your body and your choice, I support you no matter what you decide to do".

You stand up and share an intimate hug with him. Before you part ways Poe asks if he can come along to the clinic with you, you say yes.

The next morning the two of you arrive at the women's health clinic, Poe sits in the waiting room while you undergo a brief examination.

You choose the easiest option, two pills, one at the clinic and then one 24 hours later at home. Poe joins you in the exam room, you are sitting there on the exam table holding the tiny paper cup containing the pill.

"You look like you're going to cry". Poe says as he tenderly massages your back. "I'm so sorry for doing this to you and forcing you to make this decision".

"I'm having second thoughts". You reply, your voice shaking. "I feel so selfish, this isn't fair to you, I'd be forcing you to be a dad".

"Do whatever you feel like you need or want to do". Poe continues, trying his best to be supportive. "Really, I won't judge".

"I can't do it". You say with a deep sigh, fighting back tears. "Part of me wants to, but then another, bigger part of me wants this baby".

"I promise I'll be there, for both of you". Poe tells you as gives you a tender kiss on the lips. "I'd like to get to know you better, if that's okay".

"I would love that". You reply, kissing him back and smiling. "It's not like we don't get along".

"We got along too well that night and now we're going to be parents". He teases, bursting into laughter.

Poe comes home with you that morning. After enjoying a steamy shower together he insists on giving you a full body massage.

His hands feel strong and gentle all over your body. You moan with delight as he works the knots out of your lower back.

You roll over on your back, allowing Poe to massage your tender breasts, his gentle touch making them feel better.

"Is it wrong or weird to be aroused by this?" He asks, laying down next to you and putting a protective hand on your uterus.

"Aroused by what?" You ask as you guide his hand down between your legs.

"It's sexy to me, that I impregnated you". Poe confesses, smiling a little and biting his lip. "And I don't even know why, it feels weird, like something taboo or kinky".

"I think you enjoy knowing that a piece of you is inside of me". You reply quickly, squirming a little as he tenderly caresses your clit.

You moan louder as he slips his tongue deep inside of you, your clit is hard and erect as he massages it with his thumb, you enjoy a delightful, tingling, full body climax as Poe continues to pleasure you with his mouth.

Afterwards you return the favor by teasing his picture perfect, hard cock with your tongue. You take as much of him down your throat as you can as you gently play with his balls.

"You're so good at that, fuck". Poe moans loudly as he rolls around the bed a little in sheer ecstasy.

You feel his cock turn hot and tense up, with a deep, guttural, almost primal moan he cums inside of your mouth, filling it with his hot, sticky seed.

You look him right in the face and swallow, even licking the small amount that had spilled onto your lips.

Afterwards Poe cuddles you, kisses you on the lips and whispers into your ear,

"You are such a bad, filthy girl, and I love it".

Poe falls asleep nuzzling your neck, the feeling of his soft lips against your skin is indescribable, delectable even.

You start to fret a little. Will things always be this perfect between the two of you? What will happen once the baby is here?

End of part 3

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine

[soulquirk]

100 Follower Celebration Prompt #4 - “Want some of my ice cream?”

Requested by: @bakatenshii and anon @lookslikeleese

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, blood, abuse (not explicitly mentioned but implied), brief mention of homelessness

Word Count: 1.1k

taglist: @yukiimanic @mindninjax @pomsuki @catsonthebeachfics @blahkugo

enjoy!

 "Returning home" is a phrase that has had many different meanings to you over the years. When you were little, it was to a family that didn't understand you, that shunned you because of your Quirk. During high school, it was to another "family" that whispered behind your back. And now? Returning home meant coming back alive to a most dysfunctional family, but it was the best one you could've asked for. 

 The large apartment that you shared with the other League members wasn't exactly high-class, but it was a roof over your heads. You shared a room with Toga, who was surprisingly very well-organized. Twice and Dabi shared the room across the hall, and Shigaraki got the master bed to himself. Spinner and Mr. Compress couldn't bear to live in the same place as you, so they had their own apartments god knows where. 

 It's not that they hated you, but your Quirk scared them. You could manipulate blood temperature: yours, or anyone else's. The ability made it easy to watch someone boil alive or succumb to hypothermia from the inside out. All of that depended on the enemy's blood type, and if you could draw blood in the first place. A and B types were easiest to heat up, while AB and O required a cold touch. No wonder you and Toga got along so well; you were both so obsessed with blood that you even tried your Quirks on each other. Toga loved the feeling of her insides changing temperature; she found it exhilarating. You took a lighter approach, trying different makeup and hairstyles on her as your clone before wearing them out. 

 "Doesn't Tomura-chan stay in his room a lot? Seems like these days, he only comes out to eat." She mused one day while you were braiding her hair. She was sitting in your lap, long legs stretched out in front of her. "You should talk to him."

 Your fingers paused for a moment before continuing. "I don't know about that. He doesn't appear all that happy with me." 

 Toga lolled her head back against your shoulder. "Oh, give me a break. He loves you. He's just shy." Her big dandelion eyes gazed up at you. 

 "Loves me? I think that's going a bit too far." 

 "Shush," she said, leaning back up to let you finish. "Tomura-chan's got a big fat crush on you, and he won't admit it."

 You froze. A crush? Shigaraki? It seemed impossible. "You're insane." 

 "I know I am. But I know love when I see it, cutie," she whispered, giggling. "Tomura and Y/n, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-ow!"

 You cut her off by yanking playfully on the braid. It was like you were back in middle school before your "friends" knew about your Quirk. Your parents had told you to hide it from them, from the world, and present yourself as Quirkless. It was their way of protecting you, ignoring the options of counseling. 

 The first and last time you had been to a real sleepover, everyone found out. If Kyu-chan had just kept her stupid mouth shut, maybe she wouldn't be six feet under. She had teased you about liking boys and girls, that you couldn't do both, that you were weird for being the way you were. She learned real quick that you could do whatever the fuck you wanted when you sliced her perfect skin and watched as she froze to death. The other girls screamed, and you smiled. 

 You ran away, snatching your overnight bag and some money from her parents' nightstand. It wasn't much, and by the time Toga found you, you were starving, cold, dirty, and alone. 

 "Hey cutie, what are you doing out all by yourself like this? You wouldn't mind if I...borrowed you for a bit?" 

 "S-stay back! I'll kill you!" You threatened, brandishing a knife that rivaled her own. 

 The schoolgirl laughed maniacally, stepping closer, ignoring your warning. "Ooh, feisty, aren't you? You know what? I don't think I'll kill you. Come with me."

 You hesitated, not trusting her in the slightest. In the end, your stomach cramps won out at the prospect of food. Getting up, you stumbled against the cold concrete wall of the alley. She grabbed you before you could fall.

 Toga had saved your life, and so, you owed her that much at least. 

 The sound of Shigaraki's door opening jarred you out of your thoughts. You saw him amble down the hallway, and he stopped at your room. "What are you idiots doing?"

 Toga scoffed. "More than you, you lazy bum. Come in here and join us!"

 He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We've got something to do later, so don't take up too much of my time with whatever the hell it is you're up to." 

 You drew in a breath as he strode in. He was wearing a form-fitting shirt that covered his arms and black leggings. His figure lacked the ghastly hands he loved to wear, and a headband was holding back his unkempt periwinkle blue locks. Even through all the scars and decay around his eyes, he was still beautiful to you. More than once, he'd fallen asleep with his head in your lap, and you couldn't resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair.  It was soft; it seemed that was the only thing he took care of well enough. 

 He pointed at your nightstand. "What the fuck is that?"

 You looked over at the delectable confection that you had made for you and Toga. It was ice cream and French toast, fried, and topped with expired sprinkles you found in the cabinet. One of the few good things you remember about your childhood was how to make this dish. "It's good shit is what it is, Shiggy."

 Toga laughed. "Try it!"

 Shigaraki sat down next to you on the bed. "No way. That looks like a heart attack on a plate."

 You nudged your best friend to get her to move. Retrieving the treat from the table, you handed him the spoon. "Come on, want some of my ice cream?" 

 He hesitated, then dipped the spoon into the vanilla ice cream. 

 You and Toga both looked at him, waiting for his approval. 

 "Stop staring at me," he mumbled, mouth full. Then, to you, "It's good."

 You beamed, taking the spoon back and getting a bite of your own. 

 The whole world stopped when you felt his hand on your face. A calloused thumb brushed against the corner of your mouth. "You've got something there."

 "Oh, for god's sake, will you two just kiss already?" Toga squealed, her blush deepening as she watched the two of you just stare at each other. 

 Shigaraki jumped up, stalking out of the room. He stopped in the doorway. "By the way, don't call me that. It's Tomura."

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[ineffectualdemon]

Ace/Aro-inclusive discussion of the nature of intimacy in long-term relationships

I was thinking about intimacy as one does when one has been in a relationship with one person for half their life and it occurred to me that there are three different types of intimacy all of which require a certain level of work.

There is of course sexual intimacy which I will touch on briefly, and romantic intimacy which I will also discuss. But there is also the emotional intimacy of long term relationships which is applicable to both romantic relationships and queer-platonic relationships which is what I will spend the most time on.

(And which is to me the most interesting)

Quick disclaimer: I am allosexual and not aromantic. However I don't see how that changes the fundamental core of healthy relationships. You can be emotional intimate without sex or romance but I can see aspec people get left out of these discussions. So I'm explicitly making this to be inclusive. If I get things wrong and you are aro or ace please let me know

If you are an exclusionist go fuck yourself with a cactus

Now let's get sexual intimacy out of the way.

It is, like all the others, born from trust.

But, as with the others, people make the mistake that this is the trust in your partner to say yes to things.

It isn't.

I feel the real intimacy comes not with the word "yes" but with the word "no"

Yes is easy when you are a person without fear.

Yes in some ways is even easier when you do have fear. At least it's easier than "no"

I say that as someone who entered a sexual relationship with my husband traumatized by past sexual assault.

Because you have to trust your partner will stop. Not only that they will stop but that they won't reject, yell, gaslight, pressure, or coerce you in some way.

It takes a lot of courage to say no when you aren't sure what you will get.

And it takes trust.

But that's not intimacy because it's one sided. Intimacy really is when both of you trust the other enough to say "no" and have that trust proven correct. (There is also I think real intimacy between an asexual trusting their partner with a no and their partner accepting their partner as they are but that is slightly different. More on the lines of any coming out is. Different from sexual intimacy but no less profound or important)

That proof of trust can come before, after, or during the "no" as long as they live up to your trust and trust you in return and you live up to their trust.

This is true for all three kinds of intimacy but it's most obvious with sexual intimacy and as long as you both communicate about consent it's really the easiest to achieve. Though higher intimacy in this area can take more nuance (laughing, cracking jokes, saying in detail what you do and don't want, dirty talk) but it all has its start here.

Romantic intimacy again hinges on the trust and ability to say "no I don't like that" but it also involves little moments. It's whispering sweet nothings, it's texting each other how much you love each other, it's waking up while sick to find flowers on your bedside table.

Its harder for me to define romantic intimacy from the larger emotional intimacy because my relationship is romantic. But I think it hinges on both of you feeling it's a romantic gesture.

For me the height of romantic intimacy is slow kisses and smiles and whispering how much you love the other person. (Clothing optional. Note: nudity doesn't have to equal sex. Just skin on skin contact can aid a sense of closeness)

Emotional intimacy can occur in any type of long term close relationship and yes it's different from best friends but we'll get into that.

Emotional intimacy at its core is knowing the other person in a way other people do not.

It's knowing exactly how far you can tease and what you can say and what's off limits.

It's spending time touching in a way that's not sexual but is just meant to connect you to another person. Like back rubs or hair petting.

It's being able to say to the other person "hey I need to feel connected" and then rest your head in their lap while you watch TV.

It's knowing at a glance the others mood and if it needs your help or not.

It's making each other laugh over stupid stuff and then turning around and allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable.

It's a level of trust and vulnerability and understanding that can only happen through living with someone for a long time.

It is more than best friends because best friends may be there when you call them at 3am with a panic attack or what have you. But someone you live with has cared for you when you're sick. They've taken you to the doctor or insisted you stay home before you weren't even willing to admit you're ill.

Best friends are great and I have them but the level of emotional intimacy between me and them and me and my husband is staggering and its not because I have sex with him or go on dates with him.

It's because he's the one who handled my breakdown in the middle of Tesco and with whom I stayed up all night with talking on several occasions.

He's seen me drunk and I'll and sad and generally at my worse.

He's the one I trust first and foremost from whom I have no secrets at all.

There is literally no one else I would cry in front of just because my chronic pain was that bad.

And that doesn't require sex or romance to achieve

What it does is it requires you to be open as a person and that can be difficult to achieve.

It takes time as well.

When I first got married we hadn't achieved this level of emotional intimacy. We were probably closer to how I am with my best friends. But it's because we've been together for 18 years and married for 14 and we have fought and made up and learned and struggled and strived and supported each other and laughed and cried, and discovered ourselves side by side.

That's how we have reached this point.

And it hasn't always been easy. Right after our kid was born I hit rock bottom mentally while my husband was working full time, taking care of our kid and the house and doing a management course.

That could have pulled us apart completely.

But I got help and worked hard to get better and things calmed down and we learned how to communicate more effectively.

One of the things we do if we start to drift apart slightly (it happens) is that one of us will say "you feel far away" and we will make time to like watch a movie together, or play a board game, or just talk and reconnect.

And then we find ourselves drifting back together.

The point is you can have any of these kinds of intimacy by themselves. But for the last one to happen, which is the only way to maintain a long term relationship, it has to start with you being friends. Preferably close friends but I think it develops into, if you aren't in a romantic relationship, what people mean by Queer-platonic relationship.

And it takes time and work and trust but is awesome.

And just to be clear none of what I said excludes Aros and Aces from having strong, healthy, long term relationships.

Like I personally like romance and sex but I could probably drop both of them out of my current relationship and it wouldnt be that much different.

QPRs are no less valid than my marriage.

ALSO the OPPOSITE of childish. It takes real maturity to maintain the emotional intimacy required in a healthy long term relationship! To do it without the short cuts sex and romance can give you? Even more so!

Anyway. That's my little essay on the types of intimacy and what I think makes them work.

#intimacy #long term relationships #relationships #asexuality #asexual #aromantic #inclusive #maintaining long term relationships #marriage