#usual sorry for mistakes

[theoldkyokodied]

If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)

#bloodweave #gale x astarion #astarion x gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate more like baldurs gay amirite folks? #yeah sorry the themes of hunger abuse and power got to me. I’m not immune to thematically mirrors #I have so many thoughts about the it’s not even funny anymore #oh you mean to tell me that canonically gale would offer up his blood if asked and that astarion can’t even do that bc of the orb ?? #tasteful irony that the guy who would want to help can’t do that bc of a mistake he made for love. #especially devastating for someone who measures his self worth in usefulness #oh they are so fucked up and they could understand each other in ways hardly reachable to others #once I start an origin run it’s over for you guys I will be so insufferable. even more than usual

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag #writeblr #it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal #fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho) #healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy #im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage.... #1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind #and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes #2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception'' #3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.'' #idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh #im sure there are people who have this experience normally #but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists #when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band'' #edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful #once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large #but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry. #but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes #but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally. #i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes #people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism #but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet . #i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY #and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound. #but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in #i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too. #here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change #was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort) #choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

(NSFW Below!)

Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

#astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #.astarion #.nsft #i'm never gonna be normal about this sorry. one day y'all are gonna get a dissertation on the incredible intimacy of sharing blood #side note but...i feel like astarion doesn't usually feed during penetrative sex because he Will just lose his mind. feral. out of control #he makes that mistake with you one (1) time right at the beginning of the romance in act 1 and swears he will NEVER do it again (lying) #anyway. my askbox is open. for like minds. and unlike minds actually

[grolia]

Happy New Year! Please treat me well this year, too!

- Nozaki: Chose something that he thought Mikoshiba would like

- Chiyo: Chose something that she thought Nozaki would choose

- Mikoshiba: Chose something that he wanted to wear

- As a result, they’re all over the place

~ Tsubaki-sensei on twitter

#gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #gsnk #monthly girls' nozaki kun #gsnkedits #myedits #mytranslations #I regret going out of my way to clean and typeset the first image ngl #can you tell I edited this in a program I don't usually use for scanlating #sorry for the mistakes I keep revising orz

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

a little bit different! here u go (update: part 2 here!)

tsu'tey x courting season (part 1) ⋆｡ﾟ✧｡⋆☾

in which tsu'tey's teaching becomes a little too distracting *insert coy gasp here*

"look. up.", "forward", "still! still, stay." were the commonly repeated phrases uttered from a rather irritated tsu'tey; he'd been doing his utmost to teach you the ways in both stalking and hunting prey for the past few days, but the lack of recent improvement was beginning to rear its head.

what began as full strides to complete posture, correct technique and a rather impressive set of shots to some oblivious prey, had since morphed to wavering bow aims and fidgeting feet. tsu'tey's flattened ears, narrowed eyes and short, curt hisses through his sharp-fanged teeth did nothing but worsen the situation.

he'd not yet clocked just how much his behaviour influenced your ability to focus; perhaps due to the rather overt forms of mate-pairing within the omaticaya clan, but more likely the amount of sheer effort you'd been exerting in restricting your swishing tail, picked up breaths and lip-bites at his snarls and sighs--these should be inciting some element of fear, which they did, but unfortunately did little to qualm the ever-increasing arousal pooling in your lower abdomen.

"..aaaassshk! stop it. this is sloppy, water-like, like wet leaves. no. look straight." through gritted teeth he'd hissed the commands, his long nimble fingers swiftly restructuring your messy bow technique, then rearranging your shoulder and elbow to better aim at the small animal a few meters away. the necessity for virtually-silent signalling and language was abundant, yet his irritation at your lack of awareness and focus was enough to illicit some restrained hisses and bared fangs nonetheless.

straightening up, you lifted your chin, squinted your eyes, took a slow, deep breath, and let the arrow fly. whizzing past the foliage and thick, aged tree trunks surrounding you, it missed the shot by more than a few inches. had it not been for the multiple target hits yesterday, tsu'tey would have been much harsher; although his response to the failure remained strict and firm.

landing a sharp, stinging smack to your right cheek, you couldn't help but let the short gasp escape your lips; your eyes glossed over with small unshed tears, expression contorting into one of badly-masked shock and humiliation. all the while he snarled in exhasperation, "lost. this..no focus, it ends. today. i will not see it..more - yes?" he let out, eyes now baring into your wide shiny orbs; his expression never softened, only seeking out your response, a meek "..yes." leaving your mouth as you cast your eyes to the ground in shame.

he only let up after seeing the plumes of rose staining your blue cheeks; eyebrows woven into a straight line, bottom lip bitten in some strange mix of embarrassment, and something he couldn't quite place. the only tell-tale sign of a conflicting emotion being the brightly glowing dots littering your skin; most commonly associated with arousal--but tsu'tey's disappointment in your lack of focus on the task at hand overshadowed any intrigue at your murky expression.

you, on the other hand, had been doing your utmost to ignore the rising heat burning in your stomach; the once small spark of arousal having almost burst into a flame of need from his harsh words and stinging touch. the burn of his hard smack to your face still rippled through your body, reaching your lightly throbbing pussy in lighting speed.

not only had tsu'tey been closely instructing you, but so as to avoid scaring off the small prey, he'd been whispering. and not only whispering, but whispering up close. his soft beads and coarse braids gently dangling against your exposed neck and collarbone; hot, sharp breath fanning against your skin; humiliatingly curt instructions doing nothing but further distracting you.

he'd not noticed, but you'd been biting your lip to qualm any questionable sounds that may escape--the wetness was slicking up your folds, you could feel it. every time tsu'tey rearranged your posture, using one of his long toned legs to push yours closer together, you could feel the slight squelch of your sticky juices sliding all the way from your swollen bud to your clenching entrance; surely he noticed the squirming? the eyes cast down, the blush painting its way across your face? his hard expression never ceased, so likely not.

but as he continued waiting for another slinth to cross your path, posture almost marble-like in its stillness, head high, ears up, listening for any movements, you felt the increasing arousal begin to spread without any means of stopping it. the silence and stillness only exacerbated the shame you felt from your body's response; such an inopportune moment, and were he to find out he likely would cease all hunting practice entirely.

yet the prospect of being caught out, and the humiliation of the situation made your nipples perk up, heartbeat quicken and slickness begin to drip down your thighs; heat-infused panic rippling through your entire body, as the hot musk of your potent arousal began to fill your nostrils. if you could smell your own essence, there was little likelihood that it hadn't reached his keen senses too - this only being confirmed by the quick shift in tsu'tey's demeanor.

his straight back and focused, observant eyes had since widened in confusion; barely enough to give away his full mental process, but paired with his ears now swiveled away from the lush forest above you and instead to your shaky form, it seemed that tsu'tey had since caught on to the real reason you were having such trouble. his eyes briefly met yours, only to confidently cast downwards to your cloth-covered mound; his lack of awkwardness or insecurity about the matter only made you squish your thighs together more, and soon enough he'd relaxed his posture and pursed his lips.

leaning down closer to your figure, you couldn't quite make out what he was doing until you dared look up at him; he was smelling you. his eyes were still dead-set on your pussy, but he'd began to take keen sniffs of the air between the two of you as his tail-tip lightly batted against the forest floor.

the only betrayal of tsu'tey's intrigue being the light huff and hum he let out as he took one last smell of the thick, murky scent of your arousal, announcing curtly "...you..are in heat.", lifting two muscled blue arms up to untie his constricted braids, the thick dark locks soon cascaded around his wide shoulders. he'd then began to undo the knots on his loincloth, eyes still taking in your form as he soon rid himself of the remaining material--"take it off..get on your knees."

part 2? :)

#lmk ur thots #not the usual kinda stuff in this one so i'm a lil insecure haha ngl #also yes i made the mistAKE of writing this on a computer fml #so u enjoy the ginormous fkin paragraph spaces w me lmao #i'm sorry #🤭🤠 #tsu'tey #tsu'tey smut #tsu'tey headcanons #tsu'tey x reader #na'vi x reader #na'vi smut #colonel quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #recom quaritch #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader

[chahlies]

i dont like the way this turned out, but i needed to show the world this tweet aimed specifically at spy tf2

#spy #spy tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanart #arttag #art #i never draw spy #but i should more #i usually just make fun of him #i love to hate him <3 #sorry girl #shes kinda babygirl here #my mistake #god

[squib-2006]

So I’ve finally got some of my thoughts on the new season in order and letting my self sit on it for a while

Dragons rising season 2 spoilers!!!!!

So first off holy shit this season has managed to completely wipe out any fears I had for season two. I’m a generally anxious person and am pretty naturally pessimistic about most things and was pretty anxious about season 2 because from the stuff shown in trailers and promotional vids it looked like a “Lloyd chosen one” plot line and I have a history of hating that kinda thing because it’s been beaten to death in ninjago at this point. While a bit of that was there I found it was done quite tastefully and didn’t overwhelm everything else story wise.

I felt that the pacing of the first 6-7ish episodes was a bit all over the place. Having the training arc and the Cole-Zane plot lines happen in the same episode with the pov switching back in forth felt a little bit off to me.

Sora and arins character arcs are shaping up to be pretty good. Soras more confident in her self than season one and she’s trying to help Arin but I feel like the whole using her elemental power to help Arin will backfire into her face. Arin’s insecurity and the whole how can I be useful if I don’t have an element I fell is being handled way better than the dumb kai arc in season 11(dw I will get to that when I get to kai) and it’s about on par with the Lloyd powerless plot from hunted. I am really excited to see what they do next and if Arin will be really mad at sora or not cuz like he’s super nice and stuff and I fell like he would be sad instead of mad.

Nya didn’t really have a lot going on personally except the stuff with Jay which I’m iffy on because so much of Nyas character in older seasons revolved around Jay and I just hope they don’t go back to that and let her character breath a bit.

In the topic of Jay I really really REALLY hope he isn’t evil. That the idea because it’s really out of character and they are already pushing my buttons with the lost memory crap because that’s something that I’ve rarely seen done well at all and it makes me very nervous and I just don’t like it. I do like that Jay just seems to be a guy who hates his job tho that’s fun.

I think the writers are just having fun with Zane and I think that’s cool. I do wanna punch the administration guy who said Zane isn’t a person because he is and he’s a bean and I will not allow this nobody to slander him.

It was nice to see more of Cole this season. I swear him and geo are so cute. The hand holding and the fact that they basically adopted two kids together is amazing and I am fully on board for this ship.

The villans were really interesting. I hope they keep up the quality with them because the mystery of ras’ master and wtf happened with jordana is really exciting. Cinder was intresting and as someone who has no interest in men what so ever I am kinda baffled at why so many people want this man but hey you do you. I do wonder what happened to ash tho. The member of the forbidden five looks interesting too and part of me is hoping that the leaked “evil jay” minifig is actually this guy just powered up cuz the color palette is similar enough and I just don’t want an evil jay.

Wyldfyre is amazing her whole leg being broken then sneaking on the ship to the exasperation of kai (like he would totally have pulled something like this a few seasons ago the hypocrite <3) and the others was so good. I am curious about her talk with egalt she mentioned one of her family members getting the wasting sickness but it can’t be heat wave cuz he seems fine so maybe she had more than one dragon guardian??? I do hope that Kai’s portal abduction does affected going into part 2 and that she bonds with nya and the others over it.

Egalt and rontu were very interesting to me and I’m glad they didn’t go the route of them being the actual creators of spinjitzu and kept the lore consistent I was slightly worried about that. Hope they come back in part 2 too.

Bonzle was a big surprise for me. I likes her personality in season 1 but I didn’t expect her to be so important. She’s really sweet and the scene with wu was great too.

And finally last but definitely not least, the best character in this entire show and my favorite comfort character to beat the shit out of

KAI

IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD. I LITERALLY HAVE NOT BEEN THIS HAPPY WITH AN EPISODE SINCE SEASON 4 EPISODE 7 THE FORGOTTEN ELEMENT (iykyk) I was literately kicking my feet like a little girl and crying and screaming my head off to the point I woke up other family members. Him unlocking the rising dragon technique by having his sister help and being in harmony with his family is so fucking sweet and I cried like a little bitch it was so good. I am also so happy that they used his old hair and didn’t just slap a smaller version of his current hair onto him (tho I kinda wish they had used the fucked up custom hair that was in the older episodes but I doubt that model is even in their hands so whatever(side side note I love the fucked up hair so much it’s so stupid I love it and will forever miss it)) him being such a dad to wyld fire was so sweet and then using the rising dragon technique after he saw his family in danger was just perfect. I do kinda wish there was more of a dramatic reaction to him getting yeeted by ras into the portal (kinda like any of the other ninja “deaths/major injuries”) but im fine with what we got. Except I kinda hate that only nya has an outward reaction in the aftermath. No lloyd reaction no Cole reaction and nothing from Zane and it makes me mad because every other time a ninja had their moment there was a whole team reaction. But I’m feeling like that’s to nitpicky and there’s still ten more episodes to fix that so fingers crossed. But kai also encouraging bonzle to close the portal even if he’s trapped inside is such a kai thing and hit me like a truck. Also him calling bonzle kid dispite her being much much older than him is funny and sweet cuz Kai’s big brother/father figure side is coming through and it’s so sweet. And the ninja never quit line is so great I was sobbing even more after that. (Tho I don’t know why he said he got it from Lloyd when it would have made more sense to have it be from master wu cuz that’s where he learned it but eh whatever).

While im really happy about kai finally getting some well deserved angst im also very anxious about it too. This could be the perfect opportunity for the writers to just conveniently forget about him for a while and idk if i could sit through that. Kai is a huge part of why I watch ninjago and he’s always been handed the shortest stick character development wise and technically he never got his own focus season either (and no i dont count the pilots because that focused mainly on all the ninja and was only two episodes, i also don’t count season four because it was more a group season, and season 11 doesn’t count because he got a half baked b plot that sucked) I’m very worried that I will loose enjoyment in the show because I dropped the show out of disappointment after season 11 because A LOT of premonitional material made it seem like a kai season and I got my hopes up and was let down so much. I’m very cautious when getting excited about things involving kai in particular because of that and I’m just hoping the writers don’t fuck it up.

Ok that’s enough negativity for once. I’m so excited for more and am foaming at the mouth for more!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai jiang #kai smith #kai <3 #ninjago dragons rising #kai ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #nya smith #nya jiang #zane julien #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago spoilers #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising season 2 #sorry for any spelling mistakes I just wrote this a quickly as possible #I’m excited but also cautious per usual #us kai fans are eating good tho

[iramerle]

Another life is strange painting 😮‍💨 want to draw more of them, this one was a quick painting because I have to sleep NDKNFKD

#fanart #myart #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #life is strange finn #my boys love’em so much #and yes I did get the ugly haircut sorry daniel I had to see sean with it #I have so many ideas in mind #also trying to learn the games art style so this is not how I usually paint #its messy and fun like I don’t have to worry about mistakes which I like #finn mcnamara

[kaebedom-me]

in which gojo cant seem to get his shit together when he's in front of the person he likes

synopsis: gojo tries his best to impress a regular he's been crushing on, too bad he can't keep his shit together long enough to make a proper latte

cw: gojo x reader, the babygirlfication of gojo satoru, ooc!gojo, he's actually not ooc my personal hc is that he gets real flustered in front of the person he really likes that's why, equally flustered and shy!reader, fem!reader, fluff, slightly proofread but not really, this is part of @freyzrc's very cute very good cafe au series! so please support the original creator!

word count: 1544

a/n: im actually scheduled for another DisappearanceTM but i 🥺 anyway, if you've been wondering where I've been I'm actually neck deep in jjk hell hence! i present to you, tumblr, this fic!!! (more hcs and context after the fic if you're interested in my ramblings)

Gojo, despite his very pretty (self-proclaimed) appearance, actually prefers to work the morning shift during the times when the café was not a bar. It’s definitely not because he’s more of a morning person, it’s also definitely not because he hates alcohol. Also, it’s certainly absolutely positively NOT because of a pretty girl that comes in every once in a while, to grab a latte at a time where it (in his opinion) should be an inappropriate time to get coffee. But it’s favourite part of the day anyway, he always finds himself looking forward to it despite the irregularity of the girl’s visit.

“Ah! Welcome!” Itadori’s voice chimed in, snapping Gojo out of his daydreaming.

“Welcome!” Gojo exclaimed, too. He turned around just in time to catch sight of the girl he was daydreaming about coming to the counter.

To say he was a little excited was an understatement, because Gojo had almost dropped the cup that he was drying to the floor, earning a snort from Geto who’d been standing next to him the entire time. Gojo turned to glare at him for a split second before returning his attention to you.

“The usual, right?” Itadori asked cheerily.

“Actually, could I get it hot today?” you asked softly.

“Of course! That’ll be out to you in a jiffy!”

You gave Itadori a smile while tucking away your wallet. As you walked away, you glanced behind the counter to note who was on shift. Geto gave you a kind nod before whispering something to Itadori.

Before you could get too far away Itadori raised his voice a little to catch your attention. “Um! Miss! Excuse me! I’m so sorry to bother but we’re a little short staffed today, would you mind waiting here for your coffee?”

He asked you so nicely you weren’t able to say no, it’s not like you would’ve in the first place, though. You approached the end of the counter, where they usually put the drinks before serving.

Geto gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Megumi-kun’s out with the dogs and I’m just about to take my break, so I really hope you don’t mind.”

You nodded; you understood you told him.

“Thank you so much, hun’! It’s nice seeing you again.” Geto beamed, and right there you swear you died while you were on your way here because this can’t be happening.

Geto quickly excused himself and went to the back, leaving you flustered.

Gojo was by the machines pulling a shot when Geto so kindly passed by him to pat him on the butt. The daggers he had been glaring at him had Geto trying not to laugh the entire time.

When you noticed it was your favourite white-haired barista making your coffee today you nearly choked on your own spit. Surely, you definitely died on the way here today, that was the only reason why the stars had aligned so perfectly today.

By the time you snapped back to your senses, Gojo was practically right in front of you assembling the drinks. You were way too nervous to look directly at him but you felt it would’ve been rude to look away considering you just made eye contact with him.

You awkwardly gave him a smile, and he returned it stiffly. “Uh, nice weather, huh?”

“Yeah!” You answered.

Curses! “Nice weather”??? That’s all he could come up with??? The only time he gets to talk to you outside of the usual short conversation while you ordered and he had to mess it up??? A disgrace! He’s The Gojo Satoru! How could he have been so-!!

It was then Gojo slightly slipped up and spilled some of the milk from the pitcher. “Shit,” he cursed.

He shouldn’t have looked up. But he did, and he made direct eye contact with you. GOD! STUPID! How did he mess it up this badly! Gojo wanted to curl into a ball and hide under the stupid cabinets right now.

“I usually don’t fuck up this badly-”

“Oh!!! Um! It’s ok! Take your time,” you tried and offered him your best smile.

Huh? HUH???? Did he seriously, seriously accidentally say that out loud? In front of you??? Of all people?????

Gojo cleared his throat as he felt the heat rush up into his cheeks. He has to save this somehow. “I, uh- Erm, is there any particular latte art you like?”

Taken off guard, you shook your head. “Anything’s good really!”

FUCK. What now?? He just kind of made conversation with you, should he continue?? Should he give you some options? A heart? What?! No! That’s too obvious! A swan? A rose? C’mon, Gojo, think! You can do better than those basic fucking starter latte art. Maybe he should drop dead and die, there’s no saving this interaction at this point.

“Maybe?” You quietly piped in. “Those plant looking ones? I think they look nice.”

A tulip? A tulip! Gojo’s got this! This is easy! Tulips are so easy! And he’s the best latte art maker in this whole damn café!

“Sure!” He puffed up his chest and answered as cheerily as he can, trying to hype himself up. If this goes well, maybe, MAYBE, he’d deem himself worth enough to ask for your number.

A tulip, a tulip, a tulip. A very simple and easy design. Yes, Gojo can make it with his eyes closed. He can even make it more complicated and intricate, that’ll surely impress you enough to want to give him your number. Super simple tulips are, he’s been making them since forever.

So why, why, WHY, is his hand shaking so badly. No!! No!!!! He has to do this perfectly! Oh, God, he can feel you looking at him and waiting. You’ve been waiting for a while too, he knows this! But God damn it, Megumi didn’t have to come in at this time to remind him that you’ve been waiting for a while. No! Focus! He can do this! Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo ignored Itadori calling Megumi over to the back. He breathed in and let his hands worked his magic. This was easy! It’s practically muscle memory at this point! He’s got this!

Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo must’ve been too excited because he fucking accidentally poured too much of the stupid milk into the damn cup too quickly and royally fucked whatever art he was about to make.

Gojo wanted to scream.

“Oh, um, I can still take that,” you piped in.

Oh, fucking fuck, you were watching him the entire time too. Gojo wanted to cry.

“No, no, I’ll remake it-”

“No! It’s ok! I don’t mind,” you said again. “I really don’t mind.”

You were truly an angel sent from heaven. How are you so forgiving and cute?? He can never show his face again the next time you come in.

“Ah, at least let me draw something on it to make up for it,” Gojo meekly offered.

Too shy to say no, you let and then watched him shuffle a little to the side to reach for the chocolate syrup.

Gojo made quick work of drawing Shiro into the latte you ordered. It wasn’t something too impressive but he knew at least you’d like it considering how much time you spend with Megumi’s dog whenever you came in.

“Enjoy,” he sheepishly muttered to you while he slid the coffee towards you.

Curse that stupid!!! Suguru!!!! For making you, of all people, stand by the counter to watch him work.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the little doodle he made. “Sorry I’m kinda off my game today,” he lamely excused himself. “It’s not the tulip you wanted but I hope it’s enough, I swear I’m a killer with latte art.”

You nodded, still eyeing the little Shiro on your cup, absent-mindedly you said, “It’s ok, maybe next time!”

Gojo perked up at that. The fact that you were still willing to come back!!! Ah, that almost brought tears to his eyes. “Next time for sure,” he promised.

Realising what you had just heard you snapped back to look at him. He was smiling gently down at you now and your heart almost burst out of your chest right there. You nodded and offered him another smile before scuttering away to find a seat.

おまけ

“Oh my God, that was so painful to watch,” Geto could hardly contain his laughter.

“Hey!!! Whose fault was it, huh!! I could’ve made the best damn art in my entire career!! And you!!! You fucked me over,” Gojo whisper shouted at Geto while the other staff slowly made their way back to the front.

“You screwed it up yourself,” muttered Megumi. “It was funny to watch though, I’m glad we took the shorter route back today.”

“Yeah, the Gojo Satoru fumbling so badly,” chimed Geto.

Itadori walked over to where Gojo was and offered him the cloth by the sink. “Aw, I think you did your best, senpai! Next time! You’ll make the best damn latter art in your entire career, I’m cheering for you!”

Gojo snatched the cloth from Itadori and glared at his friends before wiping down the mess he made. 

so as mentioned, my personal hc is that gojo gets really flustered and shy when he's in front of the person his likes that's why he's like that in the fic uwu

it's just a simple cafe au with your favourite jjk boys

according to @freyzrc the bar becomes a bar after hours so your faves are able to pick and choose what shifts they prefer to work and when

i say your faves but really its up to you (read: me) if i want to see who at when and where lMAO

in my head, if i were to make this into a series it'd be like a dating sim with different routes depending on your fave that you're after

but also, there's no particular order in which events happen because I'm really writing this as a one off HAHAHA

if you're curious though, you can read it as a "best moments compilation" thing, but if you're on the other routes, the events of this route then not something that happened? it's basically kind of like the timeline branches out and there's multiple different universes within this universe

this route is gojo x reader + geto x reader with a hint of satosugu

this was intended to be a gift to the original artist so uwu reader is the way they are because of that

gojo does crush on geto here in this route but his brain actually doesn't process his feelings for geto because he dug himself a very deep friendzone hole. it's very tragic :/

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #implied geto x reader #implied itafushi #because i say so. #im posting it here because technically this is my writing blog #sorry genshin only fans #if you were expecting my usual content #but if you're a genshin and jjk fan :eyes emoji: hi <3 #you can blame tumblr user at f[redacted] for dragging me into jjk #that's why i've been away from jenshin because jjk <33333 #getting into jjk is a mistake #idk if i'll continue writing at all but it's nice to pop in once in a while #so consider this my occassionally scheduled questionable content #idk if you can tell i don't write a lot of fluff but adhfs i tried my best #jjk x reader #fluff #if ur reading this fwey ily <3

[indie-summer]

a disruption of routine

for @cycleprompttuesday

prompt: rain

note: title inspired by this amazing post by @flourbray, go check it out

—

One look at Jonas and Tadej already knows what he’s going to say.

“I should get going,” he tells Tadej with a sigh, then hugs him a little harder before letting go.

The predictability doesn’t make things any easier. It’s been a while since the same pattern is repeated: every time they do this — whatever this is — Tadej wants Jonas to stay the night. He never says it out loud, and Jonas always leaves.

He won’t ask this time, either.

Instead, he just watches carefully as Jonas untangles himself from his arms, gets up and starts putting on his clothes. Once Jonas is completely dressed and probably ready to go, Tadej looks away. He can’t shake the feeling that this is wrong, so he avoids eye contact. He looks out the window and stares at the gray sky, full of tumultuous, dark clouds.

“You know, I think it’s going to rain,” he says casually, then is hit with an idea. He adds, “Maybe you shouldn’t drive home tonight.”

It’s a six-hour drive. Another reason why they don’t do this as often as Tadej would like to. When they’re not battling each other at stage races, all they have are sparse afternoons amidst busy race schedules and training camps. Tadej knows that is why Jonas won’t think of this as an actual relationship.

Jonas drives, Tadej drives. To Monaco, to Annecy, to Lugano. You come, I’ll come next time, they tell each other. Next time takes forever to come. What Tadej wants is to board a plane to Denmark and settle in Glyngøre for a while. He never tells that to Jonas.

Now, Jonas’ eyes follow his and he frowns. “It doesn’t look too bad. I’ll probably avoid it if I hit the road now.”

Tadej doesn’t know why it’s so hard for him to just ask Jonas to stay. Confessing his desire for Jonas all these months ago was easy. He felt so brave back then—but in hindsight, taking the first step came naturally, when for years he had noticed the way Jonas looked at him.

Now, the idea of blatantly asking Jonas to spend the night feels as challenging as climbing the Col de la Loze.

“Forecast says it’s gonna rain,” he insists, after pulling his phone from the nightstand to check the weather app. “Come on, I’ll get worried if you get caught up by it on the road.”

Jonas makes a puzzled face. Tadej senses his hesitation and waits for the denial, but Jonas just asks, “Is this your way of telling me to stay?”

Actually, Tadej knows why he never asks Jonas to stay.

He doesn’t want to impose, and he doesn’t want to demand. He knows he takes up too much space. Jonas is a man of routine, and these stolen afternoons are already a disruption of it. Tadej hates routine and needs to be entertained most of the time. He’s terrified of this difference between their natures, and won’t call attention to it.

At the same time, he really wants to have Jonas to himself for the whole night.

“I mean, it’s the safe thing to do,” Tadej replies without really answering. He can see in Jonas’ disappointed blue eyes that this is not what he wanted to hear.

"I really shouldn’t. I already missed training ride today—"

“We can ride tomorrow morning,” Tadej interrupts him. “You can borrow one of my bikes, we’re the same size. I won’t even look at your numbers.”

Jonas smiles, and Tadej is flooded with hope.

“I won’t ride for hours and then drive for even more hours after that,” he says, but before Tadej’s hopes are completely crushed, he adds: “I’ll drive home first thing in the morning, if it’s not raining.”

Tadej will happily take it, especially when Jonas gets rid of the clothes he’d just put on and falls into bed with him, lips searching for his, fingers digging into his skin.

Despite the weather forecast, it doesn’t rain.

Sex with Jonas is great, but waking up next to him is better.

Tadej first feels it in his nose. Not just the smell, but also the pressure of Jonas’ collarbone against the tip of it. He can’t help but inhale deeply, even before he moves.

“I know you’re awake,” Jonas murmurs somewhere above him. Tadej pretends not to hear it and keeps his eyes closed. Jonas lets his fingers run lazily through Tadej’s hair and kisses his forehead. “Come on, I should probably get going.”

“It’s too early,” Tadej objects, then hides his face in the crook of Jonas’ shoulder.

Jonas chuckles.

“I never took you for a sleepyhead. Thought you’d be one of those people who are full of energy early in the morning.”

Tadej kisses Jonas’ neck and feels, rather than hears, a low moan rising in his throat.

“Do you think much about early mornings with me?” Tadej asks, lips brushing against the sensitive skin under Jonas’ ear.

“Yes,” Jonas replies without hesitation. He wraps Tadej’s waist in his arms and pulls him even closer. Their legs are entwined and Tadej can feel the goosebumps on Jonas’ skin.

“I can be full of energy, with the right motivation,” Tadej teases, then nibbles his ear. Jonas pants.

Tadej finds out that sex right after waking up next to Jonas is even better.

It doesn’t take much to convince Jonas to have breakfast before he leaves. Tadej teaches him how to use his fancy coffee machine. He toasts the bread and makes them scrambled eggs.

Jonas eats like a starved man. “It tastes so good,” he says, mouth full.

“So does your coffee,” Tadej replies, taking one last sip. “Shame I already drank it all.”

Jonas smiles and offers, “If you want more, you can just ask.”

Tadej wants to ask for so much more.

He clears his throat and decides to start small.

“The weather is actually nice this morning. Wanna go for a ride?”

Jonas’ eyes sparkle with some kind of mischief. Tadej recognizes this look — it means Jonas really wants something he shouldn’t. He pushes just a little.

“Come on—a short ride, I promise.” And since Jonas still doesn’t say anything, he delivers the final blow, a challenge: “You can’t tell me you get too tired to drive after a 20k ride.”

Jonas looks almost offended. “I don’t.”

“So let's go.”

“Fine,” he concedes, and Tadej tastes sweet victory. “But I’m not wearing your UAE kit.”

Tadej doesn’t even try to hide the smugness on his face.

“You’ll look better in Slovenia’s lime green, anyway.”

Jonas laughs and, from the way his heart starts racing in his chest, Tadej knows he’s not going to let him go. He leans in and kisses Jonas on the mouth, hard and demanding. Jonas is taken by surprise at first, but after a beat, kisses him back. They end up in the bedroom again.

Jonas and Tadej are careful with each other in bed, but not after, on the roads. They attack on the climbs and race to imaginary lines. They end up in Nice and park Tadej’s bikes by a café, around lunchtime. The owner is a friend, so she gets them a table in a reserved corner, with a sea view. Under the table, Jonas rests his leg against Tadej’s, and it feels almost as good as holding hands. Despite the nice weather, there’s a storm inside Tadej’s chest. The air feels heavy around them and smells like longing.

It takes them almost four hours to come back.

“I’m sorry we didn’t stick to 20k,” Tadej offers when they leave the bikes in the garage.

Jonas shrugs and pulls him into a quick kiss.

“I’m not,” he admits, then asks, “Is it supposed to rain tonight?”

Tadej checks the weather app on his phone. It’s somewhat cloudy now, but no, it won’t rain tonight.

“Yes,” he lies, feeling just a little guilty.

Jonas frowns and stares at the ceiling for a moment. Tadej doesn’t think he believes him, anyway. Yet, he starts to ask: “Should I—”

“Yes,” Tadej repeats, this time speaking the truth. “You should stay another night.”

Tadej wakes up next to Jonas. Again. They have sex right after. Again. They take a shower together, then Jonas makes coffee and Tadej toasts bread. Again.

Tadej finds out he doesn’t mind this routine at all.

Now, Jonas is the one who looks out the kitchen window. It’s a bright and sunny day.

“It doesn’t look like it’s going to rain today.”

Tadej feels a lump in his throat, but still muster the courage to ask:

“Do you want to stay anyway?”

Jonas’ eyes search and find his, and he smiles contently. Tadej can’t help but flash him a wide grin in response.

“Let me call the team,” Jonas says with conviction. And to Tadej’s questioning look, he replies: “They’ll find a way to get my bikes here, since I’m going to stay for a while.”

#cycling rpf #cycle prompt tuesday #prompt: rain #pogagaard #tadejonas #unbetaed #sorry about the usual mistakes #argh #not happy about this but fuck it #i wanted to dive deeper into the routine vs. spontaneity theme but in the end couldn’t find the right words #i need to learn to be ok with posting even when it’s not my best work #i also can’t look at this draft any longer

[seraphicalsuccubus]

oh no I smoked too much weed and gave myself zoomies both from the excitement from my new peak pro and the excitement from the new weed itself and def smoked way more than I should have and probs will continue to smoke more than I should because of this double dose of excitement until I finally just pass out after days of hardly sleeping recently lmao

but ANYWAYS before that happens !!! I currently have the strongest urge to go wreck people in fucking battlegrounds to level one of my assorted disc priests and because like …. ever since I got 100k honorable kills achieve, I’ve wanted that goddamn fucking ‘the Bloodthirsty’ title from the 250k honorable kills achieve and I was farming that before I stopped having the drive to game a few months back.

so let’s see how queues go at 2am on a fucking Wednesday morning, I wonder if I’ll give up before I find a bracket with fast pvp queues tonight tbh. it’s more likely I’ll end up pugging a raid on my mistweaver main if it takes too long to get into a battleground just to preoccupy myself for a bit and try to get a chance at trinkets and shit lmao

#this is huge tho I haven’t WANTED to game enough to drag my laptop out and play in MONTHS #I logged in for the first time in ages the other day and I had so much fun in my battlegrounds I didn’t even realize we were winning #I was just having a fucking blast being a healer and a menace because I’m playing a disc priest rn of course lmao #and now I want to game again so bad but like mindlessly and bgs are mindless to me I guess??? #like they’re so easy and all muscle memory and hardly take any thought so I think I could function enough to fuck some people up for a bit #or raiding Amirdrassil on LFR or normal. also pretty mindless even when pugging groups and all that. #everything’s usually one shot one kill or like 2 shots per kill max because people learn from their mistakes !!! #but like as a healer I know my shit so it’s just mindless (except for Larodar ((MY BELOVED)) because I LOVE that fight and get super into it #his dialogue is just too fuckin good and the voice??? truly chefs kiss like perfect voice casting #almost as fantastic as Sire Denathrius tbh and that’s like the big vocally satisfying one for me LMAO #this tag rant went on a wild roller coaster what the fuck I am so sorry for anyone who read these #I’m trying to read them back and I can’t even understand my fucking thought process LMFAO

[indulgentcosmos]

Since valentine’s day is coming up I can’t help but reflect on my experiences as an aroace person, specifically the aro part.

During valentine’s, there has always been this want to be confessed to, to have someone gift you that small card with those magic three words written inside. Even enough it was never about a specific person, god forbid it to be an actual desire for it to happen. I never wanted to be put into that situation, still don’t, what with the awkwardness and problems a confession would cause in the moment and further down the line as well. Looking back, I can identify where my aro qualities really shine through, but thanks to those fantasies, I wouldn’t allow myself to be fully aromantic. It brought forth the classic case of impostor syndrome, in fact, made me think I was appropriating aro culture. Nowadays, I’m quite comfortable and happy being single, reppelled by the thought of any actual romantic gestures… Yet I can’t help but feel a little pang of disappointment in my soul every time the day comes to an end. I can only assume that this is caused by the inherent need for attention coupled with societal expectations. (Which is probably not helped by the deeply rooted insecurities about one’s appearance and ‘desireability’ that is so prevelant in the modern day). Even though I still experience these moments of doubt, I recognise them and accept them as they are. Rather than than letting it get to me, I indulge in what makes me happy instead.

So as a reminder to my fellow aros, be kind to yourself and recognise you are human, complete with complex human emotions that aren’t easily explained at times. Don’t let your fears invalidate you or ruin your sense of self. <2

#I’m curious to know if anyone else under the aromantic umbrella has experienced this #please do share your own experiences #aroace #aroallo #aromantic #aro #sorry for any spelling mistakes lmao - i usually write based on vibes

[wewebaggit]

The Big Byler Theory

This might not be well structured but I will try not to be all over the place and keep it as short as possible. So here goes.

How it's gone so far

First and foremost, Mike's got to earn it. He has been a bit of a bitch and an asshole and has not yet learned the art of apologising. The show and Mike rest on Will's enthusiasm to forgive and forget to make it seem like all's fine and dandy. Mike hasn't apologised for his homophobic remark in season 3 and neither has he apologised for repeatedly ignoring Will. (season 4 apology was lame sowie) Mike has to learn to make amends (not just with Will) and take responsibility for his words. You can't just be the heart and then simultaneously be the asshole.

Will on the other hand needs to get to a point where he "doesn't hate himself" or at least makes major improvement in his self worth. His arc can't be about realising that he's deserving of Mike's love. But love in general.

Van Scene/Garage Scene aka Byler create a Scene

People talk about how Mike doesn't make him feel like a mistake at all and apply it to Mike making him feel like he's okay/better for being gay. NO. Mike's love and friendship makes him better for being different. Different in the way he's small and shy and easily intimidated but better cuz he feels like he can voice his opinions in front of Mike. Different in the way that his clothes are colourful, he draws and is artsy and sensitive and has been regularly bullied for those qualities even by his own father but better cuz Mike plasters his art everywhere. Different in the way that his songs are "stupid" or not Kenny Rogers but better cuz he can sing them around Mike anyway. Different in the way that he was possessed by a netherworldly entity and used as a spy but better cuz Mike made him their super spy. Different in how he was alone on the swings and Mike walked up to him and asked him to be his friend and it was the best thing he ever did. Different in the way he feels not everyone understands him but better cuz Mike does and would be gladly go crazy together with him. Different in how he is usually treatedlike a baby, like a freak but better cuz Mike doesn't treat him differently at all.

But that does not give Mike a pass. The 2020fication of the 80s or the post-homophobiafication of humanity in general has made people excuse homophobia just because it came from a gay guy. People need to realise that just because you suspect someone to be homophobic, you don't just cut them out of your life. Many do. Many don't. There's militant homophobia and then there's the hate the sin not the sinner homophobia. And everything in between. So Will regardless of what he thinks about Mike's homophobia is not just gonna dump his ass. As far as Will knows Mike's just straight. He does not have Tumblr perspective. Heck he has lesser than casual viewer perspective. So his gayness is still definitely something Mike doesn't make him feel better about. Cuz Mike doesn't even know for one. And Mike is just rubbing his relationship in his face even if it's not about being homophobic but just a bad friend. (In Will's POV)

And no. This is not to call Mike the devil's spawn. But to say that an express apology is fundamental to his own arc. Because to apologise to Will he must first forgive himself for wanting what he wants.

I resent the idea that Mike is aware of AND willing to explore his feelings for Will but ONLY stops himself because he loves El so so much and doesn't want to lose her. Makes no sense. She hasn't really been sending him any signals of wanting to chuck him out of her life.

Mike's arc is about conformism. And it is because he's someone who can successfully do it without being "clocked". He isn't scared to lose her. He is scared to lose his shield. He's scared to face his "difference" cuz if he doesn't have a girlfriend he is only a boy who doesn't really want girlfriends and honestly can't get girlfriends.

And again that's not a commentary on his frog face or inability to rizz up or whatever the kids are calling it these days. It is his canon inability to know anything about dating a girl. Something that is very instinctual. (Confusion over how to get back El vs just knowing to go after Will). He keeps looking up to Lucas who's by no means an expert since that's his first relationship too. But my boy Sinclair has his hetero instincts with him. Puberty slapped Mike hard and he is now not only aware that he's attracted to boys but also that he's not attracted to girls.

It's his defensiveness and self-hate that made him lash out at Will. Was he projecting? Yes. But was he really remorseful? No. Because he intended to say what he did. That's what people do when they're defensive. Cuz it was an entirely disproportionate response to "some stupid girl". Also a hetero would know bros before hoes. (ik shit) But he completely cuts off his bros? Ya. So so straight. As seen with Lucas not finding it hard to find a balance. (It's been like this all summer - Lucas Sinclair himself said it).

So what does it mean for Byler? (That is so horribly underdeveloped LMAO I can't even bt that's for a different day).

How it should go moving forward (I feel/hope/pray/manifest)

Well, the timing of it could be anything. But that painting is gonna be brought up. And it is going to be messy. I know people want Mike to be sad and not angry, but sad and angry is just so much better and makes sense. There is a fight. Because neither are ready to lay it all out in the open. You don't suddenly gain that confidence. I hope they're separated after. If it is because of avoidance, different team ups, or both. Doesn't matter. They both need time with their thoughts and the time being spent thinking about their own selves. This growth may be through convos with their loved ones and some other self reflective moments. I think that Mike's gonna get a coming out scene most probably with Karen. Will might get a scene like the one he already got in SBP with Jonathan but maybe with Joyce. (I hope she needs to make a comeback as a mother.) It could be a private moment or a Byers family moment. I don't want a party coming out. I want the boys to share this with the people that are closest to them and their fiercest supporters and rocks. Karen for Mike and Joyce n Jonatan for Will. Also, I think it's Mike who's gonna HAVE TO expressly say it while Will's could go either way. This is cuz of the differences in their circumstances - in/visible gayness.

How do they get together? Well believe it or not, a lot of unnecessary supernatural and sci-fi plot shit is crammed in (bullshit right?) and maybe they're now more okay being around each other cuz their deepest fears have been mostly assuaged. They don't feel alone with their truth and therefore, their place in the world does not rest on the reciprocity of their feelings. Imagine not HAVING to need each other but CHOOSING to. Cuz they just really really really want it. And it would make them happy. How they pursue each other is by not hiding. Nothing too brave I feel. Just being themselves. The vibes will carry. How THE getting together scene goes - I don't know. Surprise me, honestly. But for all the shit treatment their storyline has gotten so far I want s5 to fix it so well that WHEN it happens we all go crazy together! 💙💛

#I delivered on the not well structured but fumbled on the keep it short........oops #also Will doesn't just hate himself cuz GAY bt the exploration of the other facets of his self hatred are not relevant HERE #i usually re-read what I write bt not this time so sorry for any mistakes.... by all means point and laugh #actually did re-read cuz wtf happened #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #wewe's opinionions

[puppetstringed]

guess the song 9! the first one to guess correctly wins a high five, or a hug, or whatever incentivizing thing you can come up with

#sorry about the mistakes and quality as usual 💀 I'm very much aware and mainly want the song to be recognizable #guess the song #muse band

[estcaligo]

Twisted Thoughts: Silver’s UM

One may think that Silver’s UM is weak and even useless, mainly because what we used to call “strong” often has something to do with physical damage.

However, many would agree that it’s not about what tools or abilities you possess but how you use them. Any tool can be a deadly tool. Any knowledge or skill can make you dangerous and powerful. Question is, whether you realise the full potential of your “weapon” or not.

The best example would be Jade. And I think it’s been discussed a lot how smartly he utilise his ridiculously impractical UM. So back to Silver.

Won’t go deep into descriptions. Basically, Silver’s UM is dreamwalking, visiting dreams of other people (and animals?? just joking). That’s it. That’s the UM.

It can’t be used in a battle, it can’t protect, it can’t hurt, unless…?

Mind control. Driving someone mad. Pushing them to a dangerous point. Haunting them in their dreams every night. Making them see nightmares. Making them regret waking up or making them scared of going to sleep. Exhausting them so they know no rest. So they can’t differentiate between dreams and reality. Make them loose their mind.

Physical abuse isn’t the most dangerous thing. Mental torture can be far more painful sometimes.

We’re lucky that Silver is a good boy. Having someone getting into your subconscious with ill intent can bring some really dreadful consequences.

P. S.

Naturally, I cannot help but mention The Inception - the film I had in mind writing this. So, some quotes from there:

“In the dream state, your conscious defenses are lowered, and it makes your thoughts vulnerable to theft.”

“What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient, highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed—fully understood—that sticks; right in there somewhere.”

#won’t mention Jung or Freud #because it’ll be at least 10 pages #but you got the idea #anyway the usual 2 am activity #I’m so sleepy but can’t sleep #sorry for the mistakes #twisted wonderland #twisted thoughts #twst silver #twst spoilers #twst episode 7 spoilers #twst chapter 7 spoilers

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Speed Up! (Raphael x Reader)

Just watched this chasing video on motorcycles and I had to instantly write something short!

You felt the rush of adrenaline as the motorcycle's roar kept vibrating throughout your whole being. As fast as the vehicle's speed was, Raph's maneuvers were precise; a true master of New York's roads.

He had expertedly picked you off the ground as he had kept driving, lodged in-between his frame and the bike's handlebars. In an ongoing escape attempt from the Foot Clan, the race was primarly done in silence - albeit the machine's growls.

In the city that never slept, zipping through lower Manhattan's traffic was a feat in itself, while also avoiding any jaywalkers along the way. You could feel the terrapin's sheer power as he rowed his ride with a dexterity that could only match his ninja skills - a precision matched to his overall awareness of his surroundings. The echoes of the Foot's motorcycles were fading in and out, getting too close by moments, yet easily thwarted away by Raph's unexpected turns.

You could barely notice holding your breath, your heart racing whenever he'd speed up. Any and all colors and lights in the night were suddenly ever so bright, smudged blurs against your watery vision.

"Hold on tight!" pierced Raphael's voice in this cacophony.

You followed the movement and noticed a car carrier vehicle with its ramp down, instantly knowing what would come next. Revving the engine, the mutant's form moved lightly, as if trying to push the machine forward as much as he could. Engaging the ramp, it didn't take long before you felt yourself floating slightly, although still enclosed by the other's form. In that brief moment you could hear Raph's victorious shout, fueled by his excitement. That alone fueled you, a grin plastered on your lips as the bike landed safely back on the road, also providing a greater distance between you two and the ninjas behind.

Taking another sharp turn, the vehicle's frame tipped dangerously to one side, yet never losing its traction. Akin to a cowboy that wasn't on his first rodeo, Raph's steered the machine back into place, feeling the movement both in his biceps and his hips glued to your back...

Chasing the sinful thought away, you tried to focus on the sounds around, noticing that any other motorcycle sounds now seemed far - if not absolutely lost. You allowed yourself this moment of peace to place your hands over his, driving together - although he still did most of the work. This rush of power coursed through you both, never slowing down.

Lost in the night, the terrapin continued in this now made-up chase, purposefully speeding up and down only to feel your frame lean into his in a delicious push. Soon he'd turn the engine off, maybe... A little edging never killed anyone, especially after a successful escape.

#short fic #usual sorry for any mistakes #I have a terrible headache and my sinuses are killing me #but I at least wanted to get this out my brain while I still had it! #we need more Raph riding a bike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!