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[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 34

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[dollcherray]

✮⋆˙ FROM THE START ୨୧

Yandere Oliver x shy reader

tw: Uhh yanderes are their own warning, obsessive behavior, Bullying, OOC in some parts(?) sadism(?) suggestive if you squint, isolation, toxic relationship, guilt tripping, please remember that this is not a healthy way to love someone nor its hot so always seek help if u encounter a person like this. theres some english mistakes too, sincerest apologies

୨୧ Oliver is a little piece of shit, we all know that so right off the bat, it would be no small feat that he would make fun of you, you were really asking for it in his vision just by the way you acted, he probably already would be the meanest of them all, and with you being shy? just doubles it.

୨୧ You were probably a new student that just got into the school, you probably would hang out with Abbie, which just drawed his attention to you more and obviously, making him mentally draw this big red target in ur back, congrats, you're now another target of his bullying.

୨୧ By the time he's been teasing you, Oliver would start to develop a very strange feeling everytime he saw you, he didnt know what that feeling was but it was growing everytime he would catch you in his eye sight.

୨�� When he realizes, he's already too obsessed with you and he honestly dont know how someone so popular and tough like him got so enthralled by someone so shy and pathetic like you, but the reasons were diverse, he just doesnt see it. (or refuses to see it)

୨୧ It was probably Zip who would make him aware about his "crush" by teasingly asking if he was in love when she catched him staring at you too much, of course, Zip didnt know the deep lovesickness her friend developed for the shy student they usually picked up on.

୨୧ from that moment on, Oliver would make your life hell, the bullying would get way worse, if you had any friends, they would suddenly cut ties with you out of the blue or avoid you in general.

୨୧ Oliver would definitely use that to make you feel bad and more fragilized, he likes instigating those bad feelings on you because of your reactions, maybe hes just a sadist.

୨୧ Oliver is mean, obsessive, possessive, over protective and manipulative, often using your shy nature to his advantage and entertainment, making you do things for him and etc...

୨୧ Oliver after some time would manipulate you into staying more with him and his little trio, saying that at least you wouldnt stay alone anymore and that made you really confused and a bit suspicious but you knew how cruel he is and knew better than questioning him, so you just tagged along, you thought that maybe it would get better from there. little did you know that it would actually get worse from there.

୨୧ Oliver would grow more desperate and possessive of his love the more time passes, he would often fantasize lots of things with him and you and when you notice it, he wouldnt even let you stay with the trio anymore, you could only stay with him.

୨୧ You didnt have any other friends other than him, even though you didnt really consider him a friend, and if you tried to get some new friends, he would make those new friends avoid you in the same or next day.

୨୧ If you try to ignore him or avoid him, he would just use the guilt tripping card, saying that you are being so bad with him for nothing and that he is only trying to help you even though you KNOW deep down that he is only lying, but you just cant help but feel bad.

୨୧ Oliver would probably be very touch starved, but wouldnt really show it to you, a simple touch on your arm, shoulder or anything like that, would already make him go crazy and possibly want more, but he keeps him smug and mean facade, he cant let you see such side from him. not now at least

୨୧ Like it or not, you are trapped with a narcissist that wont let you go so soon, you will have to deal with his smug nature until you two part ways.

୨୧ “im the only one who wants you in my presence.”

[peculiaritty]

Sunday character study/trauma study

Again! before i start this ramble there is tw for religious themes, abuse, mental illnesses (ocd especially) and grooming so please if you have any triggers regarding those please don't read ^^ 2.2 Penacony spoilers so please be warned and future leaks and/or theorys may be involved. NO future storyline leaks though. This might be split into parts- not sure! Things might be hyperlinked and these will count as my reference/evidence, theres no need to read them unless you're curious!! There might be a part two on this when Sunday does come out ! Edited 18/05 to correct mistakes/add things i forgot about it OK. Lets begin: GOD. Poor Sunday, i think a lot of people has seen Sunday's abuse unnoticed, and i honestly can't blame some people because sometimes we don't automatically pick up everything unless we are actively looking for something. Sunday is a very interesting character, and i don't necessarily think he is 'evil-evil' per say, he is more of a morally grey character rather than being right up evil. Some major pointers i want to bring up and will be discussed: -> neglect, emotional abuse and the grooming of Sunday by Gopher Wood AKA dreammaster. -> The 'family' dynamics and attitudes -> Sunday/robins ideologies -> headcanons, character design choices and religious imagery (Not a deepdive into the imagery!)

-> neglect, emotional abuse and the grooming of Sunday by Gopher Wood AKA Dreammaster.

The most clear thing we can see as of right now without any reading between lines- Robin and Sundays bond. They care for eachother very much, we know that Sunday is the eldest brother, we already know that from right off the bat, that he is indeed the protector of Robin. Such as any older sibling usually feels towards those born after them. Sunday in no doubt in my mind has firstborn syndrome, basically the main 'burden-holder' between the two. This is the first fact we need to understand before we delve in. Due to Sundays natural-protectiveness of his sister that leaves Sunday at the face/brunt of Gophers ideals, which means sacrificing himself at any cost. Which may be why Robin remains currently unaffected or/not as self-destructive as Sunday. One thing that is easily skipped over and not noticed, Gopher and Sunday share a completely transactional-non-familial bond as they seem to not have the common father-son bond what so ever, Sunday only refers to Gopher as master which hints at the wedge between them. Gopher has ever only inspired and encouraged Sundays pessimistic behavior, such as when the Charmony Dove fell, we can assume that both Sunday and robin are extremely young at the time, i position them to be around 6-8, while at this age children do start to grasp that death in permanent, in no way should a child i quote be saying anything along the lines of "i think people believe birds are meant to fly...because they've never seen those birds crashing to their death." while this 'kind voice' (Gopher) does seem unbiased and passive, there is no reason unless you have actively convinced and taught a child to think that way. While children do come to gain their own beliefs, and ideals, siblings usually remain with the same ideas and beliefs until they reach around 10-12 where puberty starts. The belief gap at such a young age between Robin and Sunday is too big for it to be just "growing up" most if not all children take joy in being naïve- and cheerful. it is only when we come to abused, groomed, depressed and neglected children we start to see such pessimistic behavior. Sunday does have first-born child syndrome, it is also a bit of a worry of how stoic and 'unfeeling' he is. He doesn't confine in anyone, and while yes, we could say this is normal- but in normal, healthy environments people always have someone to confine in. Sunday doesn't have that. This could purely be just his personality- as some people are simply coded that way. It just strikes differently when we compare Child Sunday unto his adult self, as seen in Robins trailer BOTH of them had artistic aspirations, and even though there is no 'heavy' implication, that one tear indicates to me that Sunday was indeed the more emotional one. Growing out of hobbies is normal, but Sunday is lacking of life, he generally looks lifeless. He could've grown out of them, but what I read between the lines is extreme shaming and guilt. The need to be 'perfect'. Just so he could be the 'sun' in the sky and maybe even please Gopher.

Another thing to point out- his OCD yes. This is another thing that is hidden but only few people have found. In this scenario i am not fond of actually just saying its because of his connection to Ena. i am more fond- and find it much more reasonable that it has impacted and grown from his trauma. While i will not clarify which i believe he has since thats leaning more into headcanon territory. Unhealthy childhood environments and events predispose and increase the risk of various psychiatric disorders and OCD is one of them. It is clear that Sunday has been indoctrinated and been taught to think the way he does now. The family is cultish and it doesn't seem to act as one, everyone has their own ideals- and motives, including Gopher. Grooming does not have to be sexual in order for it to be considered grooming, grooming is defined as when someone builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate, exploit and abuse them. In this scenario, Gopher has essentially groomed Sunday to exploit him and use him as a sacrifice. Groomed and abused, religious abuse seems to be a big one in this especially considering the huge religious imagery in Penacony, but it is important to point out some common symptoms of religious abuse is doubtful faith and compulsive perfectionism which resemble in Sunday. Most times, religious abuse is often paired with other forms of abuse, most commonly being sexual grooming and emotional abuse. This does not leave other forms of abuse out such as physical however. Gopher has 'trained' Sunday to think this way (Sundays ideaology), and indoctrinated him for his own use, and you can see it in Sundays extreme ways of dealing with his belief. there is clear there's an external force in his thinking- Gopher.

-> The 'family' dynamics and attitudes To continue, the family- as again, all have very different ideals, and motivations in Penacony. They act as completely separate entities yet still collaborate with each other. One thing remains crystal clear to me, that this family- follows a royal family sort of dynamic, where everything is hushed, you mustn't be too emotional, or too illogical. Basically coming to the point where Sunday has directly been told to not worry about Robin. He was never allowed to grieve. He is not allowed to grieve which is a horrid thing to be put through. Even when Gopher does deliver the news of Robin being shot there is a lack of care, and concern, he sounds non-chalant, going on to mention, "once you've attended to your outstanding tasks…" In any family emergency of sorts, that's the last thing you want to be told, you want to be there as soon as possible. Gopher wood simply does not have enough care, or concern for both of his 'children.' While this is my pure assumption, i do have reason to believe that the Family does share a rather cold dynamic, such as any other usual dynamic that is seen in stories where there is a political, rich, or royal family.

lack of care towards children, and moreso encouraging less 'child-like' traits

Parental figures primarily not being involved in the childs care, it is most likely that both Robin and Sunday were raised by the servants of the house, while Gopher remained some sort of mentor towards the both of them.

Isolation from other children in different life scenarios/circumstances

- Most often, children in these scenarios get put into a protective bubble, unaware of the outside. henceforth, another reasoning why Sunday might be so scared of the outside world. -> Sunday/Robins ideologies Both of them are entirely separate eachother belief wise, but they have one goal in mind. Helping people. I would describe Robins ideals as being quite idealistic and soft, that has come to her naturally, and its quite sweet. she wants world where people can live how they want. Even if its a bad one. Sunday on the otherhand quite thinks the opposite, i would describe his as: 'To protect everyone, keep them safe from pain, and suffering, their freedom of choice must be taken so they will suffer no longer, even if that means sacrificing all that i have.' This comes on very intense, as he does you know. send an entire star system to sleep!! But, His idea isn't exactly wrong. As in those questions he posed to us- we would've done the same if we were in the same scenario. Of course- if one of our siblings we knew were going to get shot in the future because of the path they chose- we would do our best to do that. It makes sense. But logically, and emotionally speaking, it is not in our best interest to control other lives and what they wish for, and what they dream for. What does Sunday want? Nothing. he is entirely swallowed with trying to help other people. He has no dream for himself. His dream- is others peoples dreams. What Sunday wanted, out of the goodness of his own heart, and the unfortunate abuse he has been put through, essentially what we call a utopia/dystopia. IT IS utopian to think of a world without pain, with harmony, where everyone is happy. But because of our nature as people, we want choice. so to us IT IS dystopian to think of a world were we have no choice, were we live on autopilot always content. He seeks escape, and he's not ashamed of it. The most common reason people seek escape, is because they're scared. They are scared of facing what they need to face. He is scared, he does not wish to see pain and suffering, he knows and purely thinks things are doomed from the start. Its almost nihilistic. And i understand it. paired with his childhood, Gopher and how he gets stuck in the confessional box hearing the most horrendous things, i would be like him too. "is this apart of your plan?" It is Gopher who brought the order to Penacony. That line above, implies that this wasn't Sunday's plan at all. Gopher was going to use Robin in the first place, but Sunday, again, being the oldest took the forefront of the indoctrination and abuse- thats how he now blindly believes in it. Gophers plans and his reason why hasn't been revealed. but i doubt it was because he genuinely cared for his people. It is depressing to see who Sunday is as a person, purely pessimistic, and so lost but obsessed with his belief, but to me and other people he is relatable; to him, things don't get better. he wants to stay in the moment. Suspended in a dream that is too perfect to be true. He seeks escape, escape for everyone. Things do get better, whether that is now, or later. We just need to keep trying and continuing on, no matter how tiring it is. -> headcanons, character design choices and religious imagery (Not a deepdive into the imagery!) UP TO MY FAVOURITE BIT!! ok, heres something that genuinely makes me want to explode, because if this is on purpose it is brilliant. Pointed out by Matchua and i actually think the first to notice it. his wings look clipped.

They don't seem very oval and/or similar to how normal bird wings would look. This can also be seen in Harmony MC's splash art too, the Raven being Sunday, and of course, the Charmony dove, Robin.

While the birdcage imagery is used on Robin, i think it is so damn powerful that if this is a deliberate design choice, that Sunday has been clipped. Depending on the clipping, it renders birds unable to fly until they grow back, and even then there is horrendous people out there who permanently injure the bird by clipping it wrong so its never able to fly again. A birdcage has a key. But once you take away a birds wings like that, it cant fly. It represents how Sunday can never seemingly become his normal self again, he will always be consumed by his pessimism and fear for the world around him. how there is seemingly 'no hope' We know that Robin is not clipped because in her skill her full wings pop out (even if this is just an effect...still) It also represents how damaging abuse is, how it takes away someones dignity and freedom. Religious imagery!! i'm sure you can find some super deep dives into it but i think one of the main things is how Sunday represents Jesus from the Christian bible. The thorns across his coat tie in deeply with the fact that on the crucifix, Jesus was given a thorn crown which was used to belittle and mock him. Sunday falls back in the crucifix pose. He is the sacrifice. Not exactly to purge them of sin, but to give them an Eternal paradise. (which in Christianity, is what the purging of sin does, it gives us an eternal paradise next to God.) Headcanons: -> i believe Sundays OCD to either be of the Religious, Harm or Order OCD. i see all three occurring, but rather more on the Order/Religious side. -> Sunday is a people pleaser, no buts!! -> He has alot of shame and self hatred towards himself for wanting things, as he believes it doesn't make him 'perfect' -> He strikes me to have some form of anxiety, again this can tie in with the OCD -> His small/awkward chuckles are just him trying to cope, i feel like he does it alot more when he is anxious though, towards the end of the quest he doesn't chuckle, which officially means hes lost it (lmao poor guy) -> Very scared of making mistakes. Really small ones too. (as you find in some abuse victims.) -> jealous of his sister but he could never come to hate her, he just wishes he was able to participate in being creative too but i do think he was shamed for that, for being 'childish'. Robin was the 'jewel' of the family. Sunday never was. -> as some abuse victims do, he probably never understood or came to understand that Gopher was abusive to him, maybe after 2.2 possibly. And when he does come to understand God. He's got a lot of healing to do in himself. A lot of anger, grief, sadness- tons of processing. -> He doesn't like hugs at first because he was really not hugged as a child, but when he does get hugged it absolutely destroys him because he really really loves being validated and being held. Something that he lacked so much as a child. -> As birds do when their stressed, Sunday plucks the feathers out of his wings, which leads to him being insecure about them so he never really shows them, which is why he keeps them neatly folded Infront of his waist and hides the back part of his wings with his coat. -> Forgets to eat, drink and bathe due to working so much. He gets so lost in his work he's probably stayed up for more than 48 hours. (ok like i know its the dreamscape but listen.) -> I didn't add this into the first part, but including all of the other things i mentioned, Sunday was alot more quiet/introverted as a child as i interpret him to be, while Robin was more of a blabbermouth. So thats why Gopher decided on Sunday instead, lesser chance of anyone finding out about what he was teaching. -> Never had a day of rest in his life. He needs a break. That's pretty much all i've got to say though (i'm going to spare you from my headcanons i have on his behaviors. that list is LONG.), i just think Sunday is a really interesting yet heartbreaking character at the same time. Very relatable to alot of people. He's not genuinely evil. Just severely misguided and hurt. Thx for reading <3

[doin-just-fine]

Hiya!! I saw you were inviting people to ask you system stuff, so as a questioning/newly discovered plural I have a couple questions!! If you're uncomfy answering these please feel free to skip any or delete this ask! I know they're potentially quite personal.

How did you find out you're a system?

What does internal communication look/feel like for you?

How do you personally handle self doubt?

The People Wanna Know:

🛸 Hello!! Thank you for submitting this question! I know as a newly discovered system reaching out about system things can be scary!!

For you're first question, the initial "discovery" was after I had gone off my ADHD meds for a week due to the shortages that were/are happening. I have been medicated for my ADHD since I was 8 and hadn't had a break from my meds greater than a day or two since that age. Let me set the scene, I'm finally living on my own, dating a system, and under a lot of stress from other things in my life. I start questioning if I'm a system just a little bit, more of a check in with my psyche and less of theres evidence pointing me here. Then BOOM no meds for a week or so. As I start questioning this and checking in (something I have done before quite a few times since learning and researching about plurality off and on the past 5 years) I notice that theres a really loud voice telling me horrible things about myself every time I try to think and check in about this. At the time this was a very uncommon thing for my mind. As the week progressed the voice and it's emotion got more and more distressing each time it piped up but I kept pushing back against it until it almost felt like a bubble popped. I was fighting the rude voice and suddenly I got a wash of this voices name/identity. It felt like a voiceover layered with different ways of identifying with the name Cloud mixed with telling me off. Ex (tw: aggressive language ): "You're a fucking idiot" "This is stupid" "Dumb ass" "Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You" ((Bubble Pops)) "cloud" "You're a fucking idiot" "name-" "This is stupid" "You're just lonely" "name: cloud" "You're not a system just stop" "i am cloud" "Fucking idiot you're so stupid" "Fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off" "cloud" To be clear, it was more like the bubble popped and suddenly a new sense of identity started transmitting to me. Before just his words where being projected to me almost like over a loud speaker and then suddenly I was sharing a consciousness with him. This interaction was able to happen because my meds create a bit of a barrier that makes communication more difficult and therefore easier to hide the plurality from me. Once my meds were out of my system it made that negative voice louder and pushing against it easier until everything gave way.

Plurality is covert, meaning it doesn't want to be discovered and will do what it can to stay hidden, thats why gatekeepers exist and why denial spirals happen. You're brain doesn't want you to acknowledge it because then that means you are going to acknowledge what it has deemed unsafe memories, emotions, thoughts, feelings, patterns, ect. It also takes practice to navigate and communicate in your system and you won't be able to be sure of things right away. Things will change as you understand them better. For you're second question about communication I will be referencing how our varying levels of "fronting" works and to avoid making this response incredibly long I will direct you to the original post we first explain it in. We mostly feel each others thoughts rather than hear them. The only time I can every "hear" someone else's thoughts is if they are right next to me and/or feeling something very strongly. Usually if we want to "talk" to each other we talk out loud so everyone can hear what's being said and respond, or we right it out. But usually we rely of deciphering feelings. I can hear my own thought in my head but no one else's usually but they can seemingly hear mine. So I can talk to them in my head and then try to feel what they're emotional reaction is to what I'm saying and decipher their responses. It's a lot of yes or no questions or statements. like playing 20 questions. I can try to expand on our communication more if anyone would like me to. I do plan on making a post about it at some point.

As for your last question that ones very hard. I'm lucky that I told my therapist and she validated me making me feel clinically seen even without a formal diagnosis. She is far from being an expert or specialist but just being told by a medical professional "hey you're valid" was enough to take away the MAJOR denial feelings we would get. Early on it's gonna be very common and very hard. I had a could people go quite when I was first learning because they felt that me just wrapping my head around clouds existence alone first might be a better plan that 3 new people. And even now, it isn’t gone. It rears its head now and then especially because we are an atypical system so a few things that people use to fake claim kinda apply to us and we get worried we’re mistaken. If you have trauma, leaning on that when you have a denial spiral can be helpful like reminding yourself it makes sense for your brain to operate this way. If you don’t have trauma right down moments that feel particularly real and plural and when you start spiralling read those moments and try to remember how real that felt.

I hope this was helpful let me know if you have any questions or need clarification!!

REMEMBER: You're gonna be ok. You're gonna figure it out. Be kind and gentle with yourself and others. Asks are open. Have a nice day.

[afarcry5fromstraight]

10-15 and F G H for whichever OC(s) you'd like to answer for!! (Sorry for the delay in sending an ask back I got a lil busy)

Thank you!! I ended up doing Chloe because I've been favoring my man a lil lately [ope] and I'm also just very incapable of shutting up about her.

tw: child death mentioned in #10 [its the first question put under the cut, excuse the order]

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

I'm fairly certain half of Chloe’s problems stem from her inability to just say she didn’t hear something. Christ almighty she will take anything to the grave, but she wouldn’t need to if she just asked someone to fucking repeat themselves. She’ll wing it and agonizing as it is- she gets away relatively unscathed generally.  If someone is taunting/confusing her, she's summoning some very densely packed rage. There is a beast inside she's tried to keep buried with the rest of her bones for years.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Chloe set her childhood home on fire when she was 14. She blamed a wire that had recently been repaired on their farm, but the truth is she set the fire herself. She wasn't thinking about consequences- only the levitating buzz filling her body watching something so heinous and livid devour everything she was. She found out 3 days later Luca (her brother) was inside the house. He was supposed to be spending the night at a friend’s, but never lived long enough to see double digits. Chloe has told this lie every day for 14 years.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach? 

answered here <3

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Black. Chloe doesn't feel like she looks good in anything but black, which is probably because she’d really love to just disappear. In all honesty, green is what brings out life from the shadow of her eyes. 

14. What animal do they fear most?

Horses. She has no issue going nose to nose with a judge, thats more familiar territory. But a horse???? Absofuckinglutelynot.

 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 

answered here <3

F. What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

PFFFFFFT a lot! Pride, I love her dearly and watching her story come together has been a wonderful and infuriating experience. Theres times where Ill use her character to work on some things within myself [don't we all] and somethings can be a bit harder to get through than others. 

G. What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

IF A GIRL COULD JUST ASK ANOTHER BITCH FOR HELP INSTEAD OF DOING EVERYTHING HERSELF SJDHGSHDGTFJHSDTFD

H. What trait do you admire most?

Lord Chloe has some resilience. I don't know what else I'm going to throw at her quite yet, but her suffering is far from over. Her commitment to fucking up over and over is forever inspiring. 

[mrmonkeyandbow]

TW: self harm, a little bit of smut (little to no description)

ROUGH DRAFT!!! NO EDITS YET!!!!!

Solitaire-after the books ends

Once we get to the hospital I am holding Michaels hand tight. I don't let go. He even comes to my hospital room with me when they do all the tests. Once we are alone he starts to talk.

“Tori?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we going to talk about it or just let it be an elephant in the room?”

“Oh..” i say in a tone i can't quite recognize “yeah”

“Ive been wanting to do that for a while, but i didnt know if you felt the same way. I really do love you and if your okay with it…” he pauses, witch makes me nervous. “I was…” “I want…” “could we…” he is deliberating between what to say, it takes him five minutes to spit it out. No joke. “If its okay with you, would you be my girlfriend. I know this isnt the best timeing, but i really care about you and love you and I really do want to be more than friends.”

I look at him, not knowing what to say. Thats a lie, i want to say yes. I want to say yes one thousand times. But instead i just tell him to come on my bed (hospital bed) and start to kiss him. We kiss even more passionately after a minute or two. My hands holding his face, and running them through his curly, short hair. And him, wrapping his legs arround me. I remember that we are in a hospital, and why we are there. But i dont care. All i care about is the boy i love. Grasping me tight. Feeling like for once i want to keep living. I want this to never end. Charlie comes in and we both jump back. This is not how i wanted to tell my brother that i had a boyfriend. It felt good to even think that i had a boyfriend.

“Charlie!” i say with a bit of anger in my voice. Charlie had just come in the room, and i heard the door open. “You could at least knock!”

“Well im sorry but i didnt think that you would be here canoodling with your…” he pauses for a second.

“Boyfriend” i say with a stern tone in my voice. I look over at Michael and he’s bright red. “Now go”

He turns and leaves. Michael still holding me tight

{~*at home that night*~}

Michael didnt leave me throughout the entire trip at the hospital, or the ride home. Mom and dad decided it was best if he slept over, just to keep a eye on me. Just like nick did with charlie that one time. Its a little bit weird because they dont know what we are dating. Michael and I get a bed ready for him together, even though we know we arent going to use it. Just to trick my parents, they are super strict about this stuff. I get into my pjs and so does Michael. We start talking in bed. Not for long but once we start to get ready to actually go to bed, i turn the other way. Suddenly i feel a arm around me, hugging me close. I start to blush, and i hold his hand. We start to sleep around 3, a usual time for me, so im okay with it. The next thing i know im awake, next to Michael. For once when i wake up, im glad i woke up. Im happy seing his face. I think if he where awake then i wouldnt of started to play with his hair, but i do. Its so curly and theres no gell in it, for understandable reasons. I like it like this. Free. Michael looks at me, when he opens his eyes. I pull my hand back, embarrassed. We both chuckle.

“Whatcha doing?” he chuckles

“You already know!” i say while my face turns pink

“I dont mind, i like it.” he says while he starts to play with my hair.

Suddenly i feel the urge to kiss him. I dont know why. i learned my leson yesterday with people walking in. so i get up and lock the door. I think he can tell where this is going. I get back in bed, looking at him while he is looking at me. I start to blush. Blush so hard, i start to get embarrassed.

“I hate you” i wisper under my breath while slightly chuckling

“I love you too tori spring.” he whispers through his breath as he leans in for a kiss.

We start to kiss, more and more. He is rubbing his hand up and down my back, as im doing the same to him. I notice he starts to rub a little lower, over my hips and i start to chuckle. The next hour or two is not PG. after im lying my head on his chest, moving my finger ever so slightly up and down. Someone knocks on the door, i know its charlie because he starts talking. “Tori? Are you in there?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit” i say under my breath, as MIchael looks at me.

He quickly goes into the bathroom as im putting my dressing gown on. I unlock my door and he comes in.

“Can you drive me round nicks? I would walk but its raining”

“Can’t.”

Charlie looks arround “dosnt look like your doing much.”

“You can walk, use a umbrella.”

He walks out, visibly annoyed. I tell Michael its safe to come out of the bathroom.

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i just really like yahaba being more batshit than kyoutani bc kyoutani is more of a “all bark no bite” guy, he looks like he’ll rip you a new one but he just wants people to stop bothering him and has a really mean resting face, but his boyfriend? oh sure yahaba looks like a polite harmless boy at first, but underneath that nice exterior, hes fucking feral. he had a behavior chart in elementary school, he literally threw his boyfriend against a wall and yelled at him in the middle of a game, he says he’ll rip your throat out and he means it

130 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#4

art for the haikyu!! x v.league all star special match

191 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

302 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#2

do you think bokuto knew about the first time akaashi saw him and that being the reason he went to fukurodani or did he find that out when they exchanged wedding vows

356 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

consent is important and not just with adults in a sexual context! i have a lot of little cousins and neighbors, and i always ask before picking them up or hugging them! and if they dont want to be touched, i let them know its okay! one of my cousins always wants me to pick her up as soon as i see her, but usually wants to be put down after a bit, so i do. sometimes one of the neighbors only wants to do a fistbump, so we just do a fistbump. another one of my cousins is really iffy about touch, so i always ask before holding his hand or sitting down next to him, and if he says no, then i dont do it! even before they can talk, babies and toddlers can communicate about touch, and they deserve to have that respected!!!!!

419 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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chat i lowkey forgot whumptober existed so i only started yesterday but here!! a little (2,300 words) dean x cas!! im up for criticism especially because i dont write a lot and crucify me if the shit with the necklace doesn’t make sense because i watched supernatural once and i have erased most of the plot from memory because it was lowkey traumatizing.

tw: needles

truth serum, hallucinations, “why would you even say that”:

Dean was tired. At this point he was more than used to being kidnapped, he honestly expected it. But both him and Cas? Sure, Cas had been in danger, and they had contained angels before, but both of them could usually fight their way out of scenarios that they got themselves into. This time though, the demons had apparently learned their little angel tricks and had trapped Cas with holy oil, they were desperate to get their hands on the god calling necklace that dean had once had his hands on. And fucking truth serum? uncalled for, why didn’t they just torture dean like other demons, it would’ve been a lot more bearable for dean in the morning because as he felt the effects start to take hold after the cartoonishly green liquid was injected, he knew he was gonna regret about everything that came out of his mouth. it looked a bit like cas was gonna say fuck it and try to jump against the barrier of the holy oil when the demon even approached dean, but as the liquid was injected cas let out a huff, knowing the deed had already been done, and he couldn’t do much in this state except for worry, which, honestly? was pretty typical for him, especially when it came to dean. dean continued to feel loopy because of the serum but tried to spit out some words toward the demon, coming out a bit slurred as he tried to adjust to the feeling of his thoughts having no filter between his head and mouth.

“theres no point of this you know? i mean i know from the fact i have no clue who you are that you’re track record is probably not the best but like- literally this shit is pointless for you, we’re just gonna end up killing you and you just waisted that on me because i don’t even know where the necklace is- it would’ve been useful if i could’ve at least taken it from you, please tell me you have more”

the demon hisses at dean to be quiet and cas watches him closely, trying to gage how he’s feeling outside of the fact he just got stabbed with a needle and that he’s tied up to a chair in a ware house in the middle of nowhere. cas determines that he’s feeling alright despite that dean will definitely feel vulnerable from the serum later and will likely lash out. that’s not a priority for him, he’s just trying to find a window he can open somehow that will blow away this ‘damn’ holy oil. He could see dean already sawing away with the chair at the rough ropes on his wrist before the demon comes back just moments later, leaning over him and asking again.

“where’s the goddamn necklace”

“again, i don’t fucking know, haven’t had it for chuck knows how long and i think im going to escape your shitty ropes so it doesn’t even matter if i did know where it was- because i would leave before i would tell your ugly ass shit”

the demon lets out an annoyed huff, pushing over deans chair with his foot to deans chest before hurrying away, supposedly to get more rope.

“dean- is there a way you can open that window down there-?”

there was a latch to the window that went down to the basement that dean had slightly been pushed toward and he wriggles toward it.

“eh, i can fucking try, you too warm in here?” he jokes, the fire licking upward around cas.

cas let’s out a huff before explaining.

“the wind might break the flame- like when we trapped gabriel”

dean lets out a hum, clearly impressed before moving closer to the window. he turns around and reaching with a trapped hand toward the latch, pushing the window down, a cool air hitting his back as he pushes himself away. he was trying to make it not obvious what he was doing in case the nameless demon came back before the wind blew out cas’s fire, though this didn’t seem to be the case because the wind picked up quickly because the smaller size of the room in the warehouse and blew out the circle, cas stepping out and running toward dean.

“shit, i’m glad that worked, im tired of being kidnapped- and im worried about sammy, dunno where he is”

cas smiled slightly at his words, dean clearly not processing from his high as cas unties the knots around dean and pulls him up from the dirty floor by his hand.

“thanks” dean nods before almost running toward the exit that he had tracked from being dragged in here. he is still clearly careful from his whole life of training, turning around the door slowly, looking around before heading to where they had stolen the weapons off both of them, cas following close behind, trusting dean even in this slightly loopy state but being more watchful than he usually would be when on a mission. they both grab their weapons and dean searches, desperate for some of the truth serum but to no avail. Eventually they find the demon looking for them on their way out, cas maneuvering in front of dean quickly, killing the demon swiftly by decapitation from the recently recovered angel blade and nodding for dean to follow him out.

“cas- i could’ve gotten him, im not fuckin incapacitated, though that was kinda hot”

cas flushed quickly, giving him a confused look but just continuing to drag dean out of the warehouse, finally escaping and finding a car to hotwire outside. cas just assumes it’s some sort of side effect to the serum, not taking it seriously or thinking that dean is fucking with him somehow and he isnt understanding the joke. dean is looking over cas’s facial expression after seeing him flush at the comment as he gets into the passenger seat of the car after cas basically had to force him to not drive. dean texts sam and after he gets a response that he was safe he looks back up to cas.

“are you blushing?”

“dean-“

cas says it more as a warning, not wanting him to push the subject any further, knowing that dean will regret it but he cuts him off.

“cas, come on, i know people generally find me attractive, and im just curious is angels can also find things attractive, i know you can’t possibly like me, im an asshole and i mess everything up, but physically, are you blushing because of that?”

cas looks around before he pulls off the side of the road, slowly and careful, expression neutral. he turns suddenly and grips onto deans shoulder, almost cutting off circulation as he pushes the other man to look at him.

“dean winchester, you are not an asshole and you do not mess everything up, you are human, and you love so much- you made me love humanity because you love so much“ cas has to clear that up, other questions leaving his mind as dean, the man he abandoned god for, assumes that he is not lovable.

dean seems frozen, almost in shock, and confused.

“cas- i have almost ended the world a multitude of times, and i have fucked up your life, and i’ve hurt everyone around me and pushed everyone away, you can’t say that i have made you love humanity, you don’t mean that”

cas gives him an almost bewildered look, analyzing his expression and recognizing dean’s vulnerability in his words, even if he is not in a stable mind right now, and seems like he might fall and hit his head on the dashboard, he means it all, and seems very effected by this thing that he has considered a fact.

“i have killed many, i became god for a sense of control, i am aware of your mistakes and your unwillingness to share and i will always choose you, because you care, you do it all because you want to help and save people, because you love people. we all make mistakes, and you have made them for the right reasons and it is important that they are mistakes, and you don’t mean them to happen.”

cas is almost tearing up by the time he’s done speaking, just wanting dean to see. he needs him to understand how he sees him. he lets himself a rare moment of grabbing both his shoulders, just so he knows dean is looking at him, and making sure he’s not going to fall on the dash.

dean looks like he’s going to throw up or pass out, eyes darting everywhere, and eyebrows knotted together, blinking away a headache that he didn’t notice he had before. he doesn’t understand, in all his years, all the mistakes he’s made, especially with pushing away cas because of there being something there that he deeply does not want to acknowledge with himself and especially not with cas. how in the hell could cas love him so fucking much? dean was not ready to decide if it was romantic or not but it sure as hell was love. and cas was gripping his shoulders but all dean wanted to do was lean down and fucking sleep. he wanted to get out. he wanted the headache to go away. he wanted to stop running his godforsaken mouth. but he just mumbles his thoughts again.

“how the hell can you love me?”

cas’s face breaks into a faint smile at just the acknowledgment, almost embarrassed.

“i don’t know how not to”

dean just sighs, searching cas’s eyes for any indication of what he was feeling for dean but he found a look that he’d seen before on cas’s face, so he couldn’t really discern it, especially in his drowsy state, so he just leaned his head forward, almost hitting cas’s nose with his forehead on the way down.

cas just smiles a bit more at the action and pushes dean back into his seat more comfortably, taking the car out of park and just continuing to drive back to the bunker, only about 20 minutes out, just hoping dean says loopy for a bit longer so he can at least get him to bed. cas is unsure of the effects after the medication but he was sure it wouldn’t be comfortable for dean so he wanted to get him home where he had some supplies to help him at least. maybe pie would calm him after this conversation, cas decides he will get some after dean has fallen asleep at home.

after a silent car ride back, dean seemingly quite out of it the whole ride and cas just letting him fade in and out of awareness. once they got back cas touched deans forehead, healing him, he still seemed loopy but at least the hammering headache faded quickly as the light radiated from cas’s eyes. dean lingered on his eyes for a moment, mumbling something under his breath but cas was too worried about getting him to bed to acknowledge it, especially if it would cause another conversation that dean would regret in the morning. cas left the stolen car right outside the bunker, deciding it may be useful later and got on the other side of the car to help dean to not fall on his way in and down the stairs, walking him down the hall, dean only not pushing him off because of his nausea and the conversation they had before. cas sets dean in the bed, where he quickly moves to lay down, hoping his nausea will improve after he does so, leg twitching a bit. cas walks out and dean grumbles a bit at the loss but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, pushing dean up to sit as he hands it to him to drink. dean nods at cas thankfully and sips the water slowly before handing the empty glass back to cas and cas puts it in the kitchen before returning.

“do you need anything else?” cas obviously seems worried, looking over dean.

dean simply grumbles a no and motions cas out.

“no watching me sleep, makes me feel weird”

cas just complies, walking out, a bit surprised at the explanation as dean usually just plays it off as odd behavior. cas shrugs it off and flies to the local gas station to pick up some of deans favorite things, paying and flying back, putting the supplies away and peeking in to see dean fast asleep and deciding he will be alright until morning.

dean wakes up with another pounding headache and memory of things he would rather not think about, grumbling loudly as he sits up, massaging his temples. cas hears the groan and knocks before stepping in at deans mumbled approval, just stepping forward and healing deans headache with no shared words.

“thanks” dean mumbles, unfortunately more clearly thinking about last night, getting up to get himself coffee as he just walks past cas, unsure what to say, if anything, just not wanting to talk about it. cas silently follows but opens up the fridge and nods to it.

“i got supplies if you want anything”

dean looks where cas has nodded and sees bacon, mood lightening a bit as he pulls that out and a pan, as well as some eggs that were there before. cas sits at the table in the kitchen, just watching as dean prepares the food, seeming a little reserved but happier than when he woke up, sipping on coffee.

“how are you feeling?” cas asks, quietly, almost like he doesn’t want to interrupt deans mood.

dean mumbles his response, but it’s better than cas’s expectations.

“i’m alright, just, that was fuckin weird”

cas huffs a little laugh at the sentence, partially out of relief. he just did not want dean to regret the conversation. he knew full well that he was conditioned to not let out his feelings, real conversation was rare, but dean seemed a step below neutral, mostly because of cas’s responses to his vulnerability and cas not acknowledging everything. maybe he could address some of those things that he decided to spout. someday. but for now, it was just time for breakfast.

[f4ll3nf34th3r5y5t]

TW VENT!! dont read if ur sad or smth!!!

i hesitate to write this. genuinely. theres people i know will see it and theres those who wont but i really want to. i dont even feel upset writing this, i feel pretty good actually. i think writing this wont help, i know it wont, but itll be said right? which is better than nothing(maybe). 

some of us, and i wont name, have a horrible habit of checking accounts of people we no longer talk to and wow! you guessed it. exs fall into that. its mainly to see how theyre doing(usually /neg) or cus theyre bored. but we all get those memories. and the pain can meld to others which sucks, really. thankfully this doesnt happen often! but it still happens and it still hurts. an example is one of them sent a anon tell to an ex of ours asking if they checked their exs accounts. part of the reason why other than curiosity was because we were a little suspicious they sent us tells n shit. im more confident they dont now after a bit of research but we cant talk in headspace easily. and even so who wants to talk about their bad habits? not them. but to the actual point, ive had nightmares my whole life. i dont have dreams anymore as far as i can tell, they always morph their way into something i dont count as a decent thing. and more often than not ive found someone from our past whos hurt us a lot is always there. we had one with a man named steven who ruined our childhood a couple days ago. we screamed at him about how we hate him so fucking much and personally? thats progress! we recognize we didnt deserve it. we recognize that it was wrong and he deserves to burn. 

but quite a few of these nightmares have our most recent ex. since theyre not almost dead like steven i wont name them, ill refer to them as K. im not sure theyll see any of this. part of us hopes they will. part of me hopes that too. id like to help set the record straight.

we dated them for a year and a few days. we met on discord and grew close in a short amount of time. they were 16, i was 14. theyre 18 and im 16 now. so its been almost 2 years, its been 2 years since we met though. the relationship was good as far as i knew but now as ive grown i realize even if the age gap isnt big, thats 2 different maturities. they were hypersexual, i was asexual. the pressure made me graysexual and im also now hypersexual(in a way). i felt bad for saying no, which made me what others see as a shy partner who relies on their s/o to function. i felt bad that i didnt rely on them to exist, as if theyd get mad at me for not needing them to breath. and i think i was right too. even if they think now ‘no i wouldnt of’, i know that that would upset them. because in a way, a twisted way, thats upsetting to someone who wants to be your whole world. they want you to only need them. theyve probably changed. i hope theyve changed. 

but someone stalked their tellonym the other day to see the answer to the tell they sent and they found something else, im quoting so i dont fuck it up,  “whats your opinion on a partner that is being shy?”                                        “it’s whatever but i can’t stand overly shy partners like i’m not going to do everything for you. my ex was like that and it drove me fucking insane”              i want to scream and yell that ‘you did this, this is your fault, it was and still is a problem you created’ but ive grown too. we’ve grown. but i want to talk about how youre wrong, K. how wrong you are. you got upset when i told you no, when i wasnt ready to fuck, when i had issues sleeping, when i hung out with anyone, when my constant attention wasnt on you. you probably dont remember it like that, and thats ok but it wont change my memory in any way. you can shit talk me and i know you have about things you shouldnt. you can get angry over this. i hope you do in a healthy way and right now some of us disagree with me hoping that. back to the topic at hand, though, i felt like you would hurt me if i didnt get your permission or do something you didnt like. maybe thats why i got called co dependent. and i dont mean physically, that youd hurt me like that, i meant mentally. i wouldve dont the physical part. i know i wouldve. i know all of us wouldve. an unspoken part of our brain thought if we didnt then we didnt love you. i remember one time, i was up past 12. you woke up and saw. you got upset, made me feel like the worst person because i wasnt asleep. i went into another room and hyperventilated, having one of the worst panic attacks ive ever had. thankfull i was too distraught to search for anything harmful, and the house was small(we all slept in the living room, the other 3 rooms were in shambles(kitchen worked a little)) so searching for stuff was noisy already. and i knew if i relapsed you would make it about you. which is another thing. i dont think you ever realized it. i could never bring it up either for that reason. i didnt like talking to you about my issues because id just end the topic feeling worse than i started, but this time id also feel like i hurt you. and since you didnt like me talking to other people, and when i was i had to tell you, i just never said anything. and when id have doubts about our relationship, like i felt like you didnt love me/i didnt know how to handle something with you/you did something i didnt like/i noticed a red flag/you think im cheating, i didnt have anyone to talk to. i think i didnt break up with you because i never vocalized my doubts too. i did ask my friends during our half ass break if i seemed like a cheater, if i was like one, if i had tendencies of one. ive been cheated on before and i personally dont think im like one at all but others insight helps a lot! they said no, though, but part of me is still scared they lied. it doesnt matter much anymore though. anyway. to continue on your wrongdoings of a sort, you also accused me of cheating many times within the last week or two of our relationship because i 1) didnt let you log into my discord, you never told me why you wanted to and i wasnt ready to talk to you about a few things until i saw you(or was supposed to) 2) called you a new petname, i called you a lot of things related to the moon i dont understand why that upset you 3) everyone you talked to about us said i was cheating(ill admit, im still a bit disappointed your mom thought that too.). i cant think of anything else at the moment. but still its all bad, right? i dont know anymore. i still feel like i deserved everything you did to me. but ive been told i dont. that i didnt deserve the sexual pressure and the sexualization, that i deserved a nurturing relationship. but you still helped shape who i am now, mostly for the worst, but i know what not to do now so thats something?

im gonna end this here. its long enough, ill continue at a later date if i need to, reblogging is a thing here. i just needed somewhere to say this. theres more to say but god this is long?? enough for now??? and i need to do other things. on a side note, i hope osiris is doing well.

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

Can you do a bakugou smut where bakugou liked to do the do in the shower bc his quirk doesn't go off on his S/O? If it makes you uncomfortable then it's fine, please and thank you! ❤

Power outage and the grenade.

The power goes out and cause you and BAKUGOU to think outside the box.

TW: shower sex, domination, degradation, breeding kink.

Word count 1400

Today was just not your day. Some ridiculous villain had caused a city wide power outage during an attack in the middle of summer. If that weren't bad enough this week had just been forecast as a record breaking heatwave. You had opened all the windows to get a breeze going in the house but it really wasn't doing you any good at this point seeing as you were sweating more than your live grenade of a boyfriend. You had stripped down to lay on your bed so you could at least melt in comfort when you heard your apartment door open and shut. The sound of heavy boots being tossed at the wall and close dropping to the floor was all the announcement you received to your mans arrival home.

" princess you look like a damn corpse! What the hell are you doing?"

You mumbled that you were trying to melt in comfort before his loud ass interrupted you. He started to shout again only to release a small explosion as he stepped towards the bed. You jumped up much to your tired bodies protest ready to kick his ass out of the house. Only when you looked at him you could see the frustration written on his face. This wasn't his usual expression when he was frustrated this was something more. When you reached out for him he jumped back and held his hands up like a criminal.

"Don't look at me like that baby I wanna touch you but this heat is fucking with my quirk and I keep letting off random explosions without knowing the force that will come out. That bastard fucked my whole day up! I got sent home early and I can't touch my fucking princess!"

While Katsuki growled and ranted you got more and more upset. The one time he gets to come home early and he couldn't even touch you without potential maiming you?! You sat back on the barely listening to him. After a few moments without a response from you he stopped and looked at your heartbroken expression. Standing completely still, he radiated worry and anger before walking out of the room. You heard the shower turn on and guessed he was trying to relax himself. Before you could lay back in your original position you heard Katsuki calling for you.

"Princess get your ass in here!"

You shuffled down the hall slowly to hot and tired to walk normally. Once in the bathroom you were shocked to see Katsuki grining at you. You were also shocked at just how good that man looked wet. The water was running down his skin tracing all the lines and dips that your tongue had traced a thousand times before. Standing halfway in the doorway you give a little whimper, annoyed that he would tease you like this when you weren't able to touch each other. He let's out a cruel chuckle and beckons you forward, croaking two fingers in your direction. You take a few steps forward only to stop an arms length away from the shower.

"Don't look so dumb, princess. The waters canceling out my quirk. So long as we stay under the spray I can fuck that needy little cunt all night."

You thought for a moment about the high water bill you would have next month. But you could honestly give a fuck less at this point. Climbing into a shower with Katsuki had never felt so good. The water was cooling you down even as the feel of his body was warming you up. Katsuki wasted no time reaching between your thighs, arm curving over your ass as he did so. He rubbed the rim of your pussy hole making it clench and twitch at the stimulation. Katsuki was being so gentle and teasing that you jumped and squealed when he shoved two thick fingers inside. Your cry echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

Keeping his movements deep and hard Katsuki pressed his fingers against your gspot while swirling his thumb on your clit. The pleasure was immediately intense, making your knees do weak. You slumped against him, nails digging into his shoulders as you struggled to hold some of your own weight. His fingers began to curl against that hidden nerve with determination that only Katsuki would show. He was working your pussy like he owned it and damn it the man truly did. Just then his thumb sped up overwhelming you. You couldn't take it anymore and bit into his pec, right over his heart, with a scream. Katsuki groaned as he enjoyed the feel of your bullied little pussy squirting all over his hand.

"What's the matter princess? Your wettingly me more than this shower is."

You sobbed at his words, finally pulling away from his chest. As you were about to complain at him he spun you around, lining your ass up perfectly with his crotch. Katsuki, never one to waste time, grasped his cock and ran it up and down the length of your sensitive folds. The hard flesh bumped against your clit making you jerk forward. The growl behind you told you that that movement had been an epic mistake. The hand on your stomach slid up catching your throat in a firm grip. At the same moment the large head of his cock lined up with your hole. In one quick snap of his hips you were impaled on 10 and a half inches of thick cock. A strangled screaming left your throat, matching the shocking orgasm that tore threw you in the same moment.

"Put your fucking hands on the wall baby. Can't have you thinking you can get away from this cock any time soon."

The harsh slap on your ass following those words made your pussy clench and flutter. Following his demand you braced your hands on the wall, legs spread to take the hard fucking you were about to be gifted with. Katsuki's free hand cupped your breast, fingers tugging and rolling your nipple. His thrusts were brutal in the best way. His thick cock spread you open while ramming against your cervix. The force of them had you leaning further into the wall until your elbows rested there. You sobbed every time he held himself deep and ground against your clit.

The pleasure was consuming you, the sound of your wet skin slapping together echoed through the bathroom amplify every sensation. A constant stream of whining left your throat as you begged to be filled. Katsuki tightened the hand on your throat and hammered his cock inside you, fighting to release all of his frustration into your willing pussy. Changing the angle of his hips Katsuki relinquished his hold on your breast only to begin spanking your clit with every thrust.

"You like that don't you princess. Having your clit slapped while I fuck this needy little cunt of yours. Can't getting deep enough inside you. Damn it baby I'm gonna fuck that womb of yours one day, gonna make sure theres no way your not bred by the time I'm done with you."

His words crashed over you like a title wave, forcing you to cum harder than you ever had before. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your pussy locked down on the fat cock splitting you in two. The grip of your walls dragged a deep groan from Katsuki's chest as well as a hot load of cum. The shots of cum bathed your cervix dragging out your orgasm till you were limp and barely conscious. Slowly Katsuki lowered you both to the floor of the shower were you stayed as your breathing returned to normal. Cuddling on the shower floor had not been on your list of things to do today but it definitely wasn't something you would complain about.

"Princess I think we're gonna be here a while why don't you grab some snacks so I down murder our fridge and then I'll see about eating that pussy clean."

You didn't have to be told twice. You untangled yourself from your calm, wet boyfriend and proceeded to crawl out of the bathroom to the kitchen. Using your legs still wasn't on the the table after that fuck but snacks and being snacked on were worth looking silly for.

[fantasticfangirl21]

here we are, a bit late for day one but nonetheless here is our entry, not well edited yet so dont @ me its late at night lol 

Day one: Fear/Warmth: McDonalds TW: Anxiety attack, poor eating habits... uh think thats it let me know if theres more I need to add

Logan was studying in the dorm, as usual. Honestly the day has been quite boring. He had no class today and was rather bored, after all he had already studied this material weeks ago and the test wasn’t for another week. He was altogether feeling burnt out. Logan sighs and closes the textbook, his roommate should be arriving home soon, perhaps they could spend time together. Logan could use a change of scenery. …Wait, had he eaten today? He has been doing school work all day but doesn't remember doing anything beyond that. 

It was then that the dorm room door opens, causing Logan to jump slightly. A student in a black and purple patched jacket rushes in quickly, shutting the door a bit too abruptly behind him. 

“Ah Virgil, I was hoping you would return soon. Would you like to go-“ Logan stops talking as Virgil moves straight past him, instead ducking under the desk on his side of the room. Logan blinks in confusion, staring at Virgil’s work desk, why would he dive under the desk. Logan approaches slowly and carefully, when he reaches the desk he can hear it. Panicked breathing. Logan can hear Virgil's quick choked breath stutter as he desperately tries to inhale and exhale properly. He doesn't want to invade Virgil's space, that may make the attack worse. Instead he taps on the wood above Virgil’s head, the top of the desk. He taps five times, then seven, then eight. It takes a moment for Virgil to realize that Logan is tapping out a breathing exercise. He struggles, trying to follow the pace, choking multiple times as he tries to follow. 

After a handful of moments he manages to loosely copy the exercise, the rushing in his ears dulls some as his vision clears a bit. This allows him to see Logan who is now crouching beside him, still tapping on the wood for him. Virgil meekly meets Logan’s eyes and Logan’s heart breaks. Virgil's eyes are red from crying, tears have etched trails of black makeup down his face in tear trails that make him look even more upset. Logan's eyes soften considerably and he can barely fight the inexplicable urge to pull him in his arms and cuddle him until he feels better. But friends don’t do that so he won’t. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm him. 

“Virgil? May I touch you?” Logan asks softly, offering a hand to Virgil slowly. Virgil eyes the hand, he's shaking quite a bit and though his breathing is better it is still nowhere near even or okay. Not to mention he still has tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto his jacket. Before Logan can ask again, Virgil moves. “AH-” Logan exclaims, shocked to his core as Virgil is no longer under the desk, but now curled around him, shivering like a leaf and clinging to Logan like a lifeline. “Oh… okay.”  Logan slowly lowers his arms around Virgil, securely encompassing him in an embrace. Logan runs a hand up and down Virgil's back comfortingly, Logan's other hand finding its way into Virgil's hair and running through it gently. His purple curls are soft to the touch, far softer than Logan had imagined- not that he imagines such things. Virgil is still shaking but Logan could feel him relax slightly at the hand in his hair and on his back.

Virgil's breathing finally maintains a normal pace again, his head pressed to Logan's chest, he can hear Logan's heartbeat. It's soothing, he counts his breathing with the beats. Not to mention Logan's scent, something earthy, grounding… like pine, maybe with a hint of coffee. An interesting combination but one that Virgil has never been able to get enough of. And never been able to get this close too, not unless he was on Logans bed doing homework or drawing like he does sometimes while Logans studying. Neither of them were really ones for physical- well anything. They were as close as friends could be. Friends. Right. 

Virgil shakily tries to shift away from Logan, pulling back from him, “S-sorry I- d-didn't mean-n to i-invade yo-ur spac-” Virgil can't finish his shaky sentence because Logan gently presses him back down against his chest again. “Oh- Lo- what um- what are you-” Virgil tries to ask, only for Logan's hands to brush through his hair again, silencing him as he relaxes into the touch. 

“We can remain like this if you would like. It seems to be helping you currently and physical stimulation can be comforting to ground one during panic attacks.” Logan says evenly, basically creating an easy excuse for why he didn't want to move. “Would you like to tell me about your day? Or particularly what is bothering you about it?” Logan asks gently. “Not really… just a bad day I guess. Showed up late to my first class because it was raining and I walked to class. My professor called me out on it and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Forgot I had a test in my next class and was panicinging to much to even try to focus on the test… I can't figure out what I want to do for my art project and it's due soon. I have an english essay due too and a report in science and when I went to walk back here I had my headphones in but ran into two loud guys on accident and I don't think they were mad but then they started hitting on me and calling me “emo nightmare” and freaking “JDelightful'' which I think was a heathers reference but then they were blocking the sidewalk and you know how I hate walking on grass and the green one started saying something about kinks and the red one was yelling something about that being inappropriate before getting closer and saying something about my hair and I just- I don't know it was way too much so then I lost it when I got back here and- and yeah… then you did the whole tapping thing and I invaded your personal space and you told me to stay and now… now were here I guess…” Virgil mumbles, finishing his story but staying curled against Logan, counting his heartbeats until Logan speaks. 

“Mmm, I'm sorry. That does sound like quite the day.” He responds. Virgil sighs, “Yeah… it's pretty alright now though…” Logan is quiet for a bit, clearly contemplating something. Virgil doesn't interrupt, besides sitting like this with Logan is rather warm, he wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. 

“Let's get McDonalds.” Logan says suddenly, sounding more like a definite and less like a suggestion. Which made zero sense, especially considering- 

“Don't you hate McDonalds because you don't trust the ‘sanitation or health of the food’?” Virgil asks, repeating a bit of the conversation the two had weeks ago when discussing the food Virgil had brought home to the dorm after a stressful test-filled day. 

“Yes, well, your impeccable memory aside, I have noticed that when you have a bad day you tend to get greasy food because you have a high metabolism and rarely eat lunch anyway. Thus you know that eating poorly wont cause negative weight gain. I also noticed that you have stopped eating McDonalds here in the doom after our friendly debate over it a few weeks ago. Though I have noticed salt on your hands a handful of times you return home, particularly after a bad day. This leads me to believe you just eat it somewhere else before you get back so that you don't worry me. Seeing as you currently have no salt on your hands now I can easily say that you have not yet had mcdonalds and synonymously have not had lunch either. And it's two in the afternoon. Lunchtime.” Virgil blinks for a moment, genuinely shocked and touched by the amount of care and attention Logan had put into Virgil. Virgil slowly shifted from where he was laying against Logan's chest to look at Logan. Logan saw Virgil’s awe and couldn't suppress the blush that perked up into his cheeks at how adorable the expression looked on his purple haired roommate. “McDonalds?” He repeats, it's a question this time but Virgil doesn't need to hear it.

His awe fades and there is a brief moment of something that flashes through Virgil's gray eyes. Logan tries to place it, almost like mischief- before Logan can finish the thought there is a strong pull to his tie, yanking his hight advantage down to the man in his arms. Virgil's lips are on his… soft, sweet, and eternally surprising to Logan, who believed he hadn't done anything to warrant abnormal– dare he say romantic gestures from his closest companion. 

To Virgil he had done everything. He cared. He noticed. Not to mention he was goddamn intelligent and hot. Virgil is blushing as he separates, he drops the tie and rubs the back of his neck avoiding the nerd's eyes in fear of rejection. “I- ha sorry I'm not really sure what happened there I um- got nervous I guess ha we can- we can pretend this never happened because well because it probably didn't I was stressed or whatever and you dont like me ha so- um yeah- yeah- I…”  Virgil's eyes flicker hesitantly back up to see why Logan is being so quiet all of a sudden. Virgil can't stifle the laugh that escapes him, nor can he hide the blush on his cheeks. Logan seems to be frozen, staring with the dopiest, dorkiest smile imaginable and the brightest blush on his cheeks. Virgil waves a hand in front of his face, snapping him from his stupor to focus on Virgil again. “I- uh hi.” “Greetings and Salutations.” Logan responds, smiling and blushing still on his face, though this time they were directed at Virgil, causing the other to stay blushing. “You um. You okay?” Virgil asks, shifting awkwardly in Logan's lap as the other looks down at him in pure, uncut adoration. 

“Yes, Virgil, I have emotions for you that are in no way platonic.” Logan says, his smile is still there, as is the blush, making Virgil's insecurities think he is joking at first. 

“Ha, wow L, really telling it to me straight.” Virigl attempts to play it off, only to get the most adorable look of serious confusion from logan. 

“No, you are misunderstanding. I am very much a homosexual Virgil, I am telling you I am gay. And currently, I am very gay for you specifically.” Logan says, clarifying for Virgil. Virgil tries to make sense of this. Yes Logan was always very to the point, yes he always spoke his mind and was adorably clueless on most pop culture references. Of course there was also no doubt in the fact that he always managed to simultaneously send Virgil's stomach into a torrent of butterflies and ground him with the warmth of his voice. 

“No that's not what I- I didn't mean you were straight I um- wait… ‘for me specifically’ what does that-'' Virgil tries and fails to voice his thoughts, Logan interrupts with a crystal clear question. 

“Would you like to form a romantic relationship with me?” Logan asks simply, not wanting to cause Virgil any more mental strain around the subject or Logan's words. “If that kiss was driven by stress and panic then I have no issue with you saying no. But typically actions like that are thought about in the mind before being acted upon or triggered by a stressful situation. In which case it is important to note that I have had inexplicable feelings in relation to you that Patton referred to last week as a ‘head over heels crush’ which I am still unaware what that means but-” Logan tables, it's possible Virigl will say yes, there is nothing gainst that of course, him misunderstanding things is a likely circumstances, especially considering this is Logan. He frequently makes these mistakes… Virgil stops his words and his thoughts with a single quiet word. “Yes.” Virgil says, causing Logan to pause. The two stare at each other for a moment before Logan smiles again, leaning down this time to meet Virgil's lips. This kiss is deeper, more emotion flows between the two, breaths sealed in promise. When they part, they are both smiling, Virgil's anxiety and Logan's burnout forgotten. 

“McDonalds?” Logan asks with a smirk. 

“McDonalds.” Virgil replies with a grin.

[reporterleroux]

"I miss him, y'know?"

Characters: ig!tommy, ig!tubbo, ig!ranboo (/p, best friends), ig!dream (/p, enemy), ig!awesamdude x ghosthybrid!reader

TW: Murder and it's kinda gory, blood, self isolation

A/N: WHY ARE THE ONLY IDEAS I GET SAD???

!SOME LANGUAGE!

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It's always been that little bit tougher for you since Tommy got sent to prison, and the fact that he was sharing a cell with Dream made it way harder than it needed to be. The house you built with him, Tubbo and Ranboo was constantly silent now, the house upon the hill you chose before any chaos begun. The view wasn't the same, it was an old city in ruins. The prison was the only sight out of the main window, so you constantly insisted to the boys the curtain stayed closed. You occasionally attempted to visit Tommy, but Sam would only say no. You always had to leave him a note, a note you would rant on, a note you wouldn't even know he ever got. That's why you never went there anymore, you knew the answer would always be the same, so you just wrote a note and sent it by post, or most the time, the boys would take it down for you. You couldn't even have it within your sights, let alone be there. You had nothing to do now Tommy was gone, nothing but mope around in your room all day, reminiscing on things you used to to together.

Sure, Tommy had been in the prison for a while, but this was the first time you never left the house, let alone your room, in just over a week. You would sit there all day just staring out of your window, which looked over the field you all used to spend your days in, only ever looking away to make some of your now rare appearances to the boys to get food, a drink or to go to the bathroom. The boys had enough, they needed to get you outside, and weren't taking no for an answer. They headed towards your room, Tubbo pushing the door open and leaning in, Ranboo hovering over him as he did so.

"Y/N?"

Tubbo asked, you turned around, smiling weakly towards them, but also feeling guilty for ditching them for the amount of time you did.

"Do you want to go out for a walk with us? We agreed that you needed it after you've been in the house for over a week."

You looked shocked, unaware of the time you'd been in your room, away from your best friends, time where you haven't sent a single note to Tommy. You broke down there and then.

"Woah, woah, you good?"

Ranboo asked as Tubbo rushed over to hug you. As much as Ranboo wished he could, all he was able to do was use words, as your tears would burn him, which you understood.

"I'm so so so sorry guys, I never realised how much time I isolated myself for. I'm so sorry."

You managed to get out between sobs as Tubbo hugged to tighter, Ranboo still not being able to hug you as well.

"Hey hey calm down, it's ok. You're with us now, and that's all that matters. Now get changed and we'll go out for a walk alright?"

Tubbo said, releasing from the hug and drying your eyes. You nodded as Ranboo came to hug you, now able to do it without burning, before they both left the room. It took a bit longer than usual for you to get ready, but you got ready none the less. You grabbed a few things like your sword and some food before ghosting through your door and meeting the boys at the front of the house, ready to leave. They smiled softly at you before you slipped on your shoes and left with them.

The views and nostalgia wasn't pretty for you, but aslong as you were with your 2 best friends, it didn't matter. You decided to relax for a bit on the bench. Everyone was silent until you sighed.

"I miss him, y'know. Yeah, he's just in prison and stuff, but I still miss him. The house just doesn't feel right without him."

The other boys hummed in agreement, listening to every word you said, as you unconsciously rambled on about Tommy. You sat in silence for a bit after that, you looking over your now destroyed home, but being able to see the ghosts of everything, the complete buildings, the ghosts of your past selves being teenagers and having the time of your lifes. It wasn't long before you felt something on your forearm. You rolled up your sleeve, and threw your hand up towards your mouth on the brim of tears as you read what it said.

"TommyInnit WAS SLAIN BY Dream"

"No, theres- no..."

The boys looked confused, before seeing your forearm.

"That green bastard, I'll punch his teeth in."

You said as you stood up and grabbed your sword.

"Y/N no. He's too strong, he's not worth it."

Ranboo said concerned as he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You pulled it out of his grasp before jumping off the small cliff infront of you, thankfully not taking any damage due to your hybrid abilities. You could hear the boys calling out and running after you, but you didn't stop. You ran as quickly as you could towards the prison, ghosting through the walls before you were met with Sam.

"Oh, Y/N! Are you ok?"

Sam asked. You looked at him deadass in response before showing him your forearm. He stood in shock, but also knew what you were going to do. As you tried to run forward, he grabbed you by your arms, holding you back.

"Sam! Let go of me!"

You shouted angrily at him. When he wouldn't let go, you just ghosted through him and all the security and ran straight through the lava, knowing it wouldn't damage you, before being confronted by the worst scene you could ever imagine. Tommy's dead body, bedding out in the corner, Dream in the opposite corner, knuckled dripping with blood. Tommy's blood.

"You sick son of a bitch! Why did you do that?"

You questioned. Dream just sent you a smirk, before shrugging like nothing ever happened.

"I took your first 2 lives. Im not afraid to take your last."

You said as you shoved him down into the corner he was standing in, tip of your sword right by his heart. You knew enough to know that it would instantly kill him as soon as you out more force on it. Dream still had that smirk on his face.

"Was his fault really. Y'know, he was always just using you three. Never really liked any of you. That what he told me."

You had enough of this. He was trying to be manipulative with you. He knew if you fell for it he could save his own life. That's not what you wanted.

"Come on kid, join me instead, it'll be better for you. No need to say no."

You pretended to think about it for a second, before saying

"Suck it, green boy."

And you put more pressure on your sword, plunging it through him, and kept it there before you felt the similar tingle on your arm.

"DREAM was slain by Y/N"

You pulled the sword out of his chest, and held it by your side, suddenly turning your head towards Tommy's dead body, making sure anyone that walked in could see what you did to Dream, and you were the one who did it. You zoned out, remembering everything Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo did together. Tubbo and Ranboo. How would they feel about what you just did? How about Tommy? You were still zoned out as the lava started dropping down, Sam, Tubbo and Ranboo on the other side. They were all in shock of the scene before them. You were in front of Dreams body, sword dripping with his blood, looking at Tommy.

"Y-Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality, and whipped your head around. Oh no.

"R-ranboo, Sam, T-tubbo, I'm sorry, I had to, he killed him, I had to."

You stumbles on your sentences, as they all looked at you shocked. Sam was just frozen in place, the 3 of you noticed that, so the boys took the opportunity to reach in, grab you and get out of there. Everything was very different now.

It had been roughly a week since the prison events, and alot of people either hated you, or liked you, there was no inbetween. You thought everyone would leave you, but Ranboo and Tubbo stuck by your side the entire time. You visited Tommy's grave weekly, and left all his possessions alone. That was until the boys went out, and you felt lonely, so you went to go sit in Tommy's room.

"T-tommy?"

There was a ghost of the boy you once we're best friends with, sitting in the bed.

"Tommy? Oh, right, you're Y/N, right? My best friend from when I was alive? Sorry, I go by GhostInnit now."

You didn't care, you were just happy you could see him, and instantly jumped into him for a hug. You didn't know if it was your hybrid abilities that could make you see him, or if he was visible to everyone in general, but that didn't matter. You were just happy he was there.

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A/N: podiddlyboingodawidaho

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Twelve

Word count: 1.6k

Tw: Fitz angry

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    My meeting with Tinker the next day goes as expected. 

    Approximately five words are exchanged between us, but I manage to message Amy through one of my human laptops.

    Hey, Amy! This is Dex. Sophie’s friend. I wanted to make sure I did this correctly. I send after many rephrases and hesitating whether to send or to rephrase again.

    Prove that it’s you she responds, very quickly, I might add.

    Sophie mentioned once that you called me ‘Mr. Cute-redhead-with-dimples’ when you forgot my name.

    She sends four—yes, four—texts back in rapid succession. 

    Wait...she told u abt that? I specifically told her not to

    Fine

    What do u want

    And why arent u just hailing me normally

    English is hard, so it takes me longer than I’d hoped to explain.

    Okay, so, I’m a little bit paranoid that the Neverseen’s Technopath has hacked into the Foster squad’s Imparters, so I figured out how to message you through a laptop I made. Foster and I were hoping we could meet somewhere in the Forbidden Cities (your house?). We need your help with a thing and it’s better explained IRL.

    Since when do u call Sophie Foster and how do u know txting abbrevs

    How does she type so fast?

    I’ve been spending too much time with Keefe and I’m trying to learn about humans. I made a human reference yesterday and everything.

    Does tmrw like 2 pst work for u its the weekend here but I dont know if elves are weird like that

    Sure, I’ll let Foster know. Wait, are you in class right now?

    Obvi

    That’s short for ‘obviously’, right? I don’t want to have to go to Urban Dictionary.

    *sigh* 

    Hey, I’m better than the average elf about humans! At least I know something!

    And u still fully punctuate your messages *shakes head disapprovingly*

    Go pay attention in class.

    U arent in class too and btw theres no way im gonna pay attention

    Foxfire is on hiatus bc of the Neverseen until the Council decides it’s safe enough to go back. And your lack of apostrophes is really bothering me.

    Youre trying so hard to be cool grammar cop

    Pay attention in class.

    Will u do my homework at the mtg tmrw

    Did you know ‘mtg’ also stands for ‘Magic: The Gathering’?

    Whys your ? Outside the quotes hmm

    Bc the whole sentence is the question, not the part in the quotes.

    I guess I managed to annoy her enough to not respond, or her mentor—wait, humans call them teachers—must’ve found that she is texting in class, which is usually not good. I’m pretty sure a decent chunk of my words are in the Enlightened Language, and assuming her teacher’s human, I’m not too worried.

    Still a little worried. Welcome to my brain.

    After telling Sophie about the meeting time, I spend the next hour or so setting up a scrambled feed for Foster’s and my registry pendants—did Keefe even take his off? I’m gonna have to go check for that.

    I leap back home to make sure Fitz is doing okay, and I find him still baking in the kitchen, surrounded by mallowmelt, ripplefluffs, custard creams, and more that I can’t even identify off the top of my head. 

    “Well, somebody’s been busy,” I muse. 

    He didn’t realise that I’m back, or that he made so many different baked goods. 

    “I guess so,” he replied.

    I grab a fork and one of the pans of still-warm Mallowmelt, saying, “I think you need an official taste tester, am I right?” 

    He shrugs, and does the same with another pan of mallowmelt. 

    “The good thing is that with the triplets, this’ll probably be gone faster than you’d think was possible. But you might want to stay away when they’re on a sugar high. It’s scary.” 

    He nods again, and I realise that he’s said approximately four words to me today.

    “What’s wrong? You usually aren’t this quiet. I mean, you aren’t the most talkative—that honour goes to Hunky or your sister —but, like, you can carry a conversation, eh? So what can I do to help? Preferably in a way that doesn’t involve taking me away from this Mallowmelt—it’s really good.”

    “No reason to worry about me,” Wonderboy replies, too fast to be believable. 

    “Except for the fact that the phrase ‘no reason to worry’ does anything but make me worry less.” At least I’m pretty sure it’s a phrase. It doesn’t have a verb in it, so I think that’s what it is.

    “What do you want me to say? I’m fine! I don’t need you, or Biana, or anyone else to worry about me!” he snaps.

    “You think I want to be your babysitter? Biana stuck me with you with no warning! Surprise! I might actually have a life!” I retort, which I regret as soon as it leaves my mouth.

     I lower my voice and say, “Sorry. But, for better or worse, we’re stuck together, so you should probably accept that.”

    “Like how I have to accept that Sophie’s moved on?”

    “Have you thought that maybe she just doesn’t want to deal with a relationship right now? You weren’t the greatest boyfriend according to what I’ve heard, and, yes, I know she wasn’t the greatest girlfriend, but you know what? She went to the matchmakers for you! She went looking for her parents for you! And then when she found out who her mother is, she decided it would cause more harm than good to reveal her identity!”

    “Figures,” he mutters.

    “What?” I snap defensively.

    “You’d be on her side. You know exactly how it feels to be rejected! By her, no less! I thought you, of everyone we knew, would understand, but I guess not!”

    “In case you forgot, she’s my best friend.”

    He snorts. 

    I glare back.

    “And, actually, human studies have shown that being in a situation in the past that someone else is going through right now makes you less empathetic towards them!”

    “Now that sounds like a load of steaming sasquatch poop!”

    “I will Google it, right here, right now, if you don’t believe me.”

    He gives me a look that I’m pretty sure says that he trusts me with the random human facts, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. 

    He sighs after a few seconds, and it makes him completely deflate. 

    “What can I do?” I ask tentatively.

    “I...I don’t think there’s anything other than time...And I don’t want to burden you with my problems…” he replies quietly, after a moment of contemplation.

    “As I already said, we’re stuck together by the will of your sister, who probably has an extensive amount of blackmail on both of us if you try to refuse. Additionally, I want to help. Let me help. Please.”

    “‘Additionally?’ Where are we? In the middle of a Metaphysics essay?” 

    “Yes.” I say as seriously as I can before we both break down into laughter.

    “I ran out of transitions, and you’re avoiding letting me be useful.”

    “How exactly do you plan on helping me with my problems that you shouldn’t even have to deal with?” 

    I cringe slightly at the preposition.

    “Wouldn’t you think it would be slightly helpful to have a Technopath on your side in your project to find Alvar?”

    “You could really find him? Assuming he’s still alive, I mean.”

    “I found Ethan Benedict Wright II, didn’t I? And he’s been dead for like five, maybe six, years. How hard can it be?”

    “Yes, but I don’t have access to Watchward Heath. I know that Forkle will disapprove of my search but…” he trailed off.

    “...you can tell he’s still alive, and if he is, then he can still cause problems,” I supply. 

    He nods solemnly.

    “I don’t know how, or why for that matter, but…exactly.”

    “It probably has something to do with your sibling bond or something like that. Like how Hunky’s mother has done so much and part of him still loves her.” 

    “How do you just refer to him so casually?” he asks. “The mere thought of him makes me want to punch a wall.”

    “First, most things make you want to punch walls, and, second, I know he’s going to be brought back here somehow, perhaps unwillingly, but I know he won’t be able to leave that easily.” 

    “That sounds ominous.”

    “Yeah,” I say, and grab a pan of chocolate-mint ripplefluffs because more sugar is necessary. 

    Fitz snatches one of them from my pan that I’ve very much claimed as mine now, and I almost screech at him. Then I remember he made them, so he’s allowed one. Maybe two if he asks nicely.

    Mine. 

    Great, I sound like the seagulls in Finding Nemo. 

    “Just so you know, I’m gonna have to leave the triplets in charge of you again tomorrow. Foster and I have a meeting with Amy in the Forbidden Cities and it might take a significant amount of time. I have about three or four hours set up to scramble our registry feeds, but I’d rather the council didn’t know about our little trip and if the Neverseen are tracking us the same way, then they’ll know where Amy lives,” I mention.

    “Okay. Do you think I could hail Biana to see if I’m allowed back home?”

    “Yeah, but remember: baked goods are the best bribes”

    “That was a lot of—wait what’s the word for when there’s a whole bunch if the same sound, not rhyming but, like, similar”

    “Alliteration, or, more specifically, in this case, consonance. Because b is a consonant. I didn’t even try. But, am I wrong?”

    He gets the go-ahead from Biana to be allowed to go back to Everglen, but has to take many more pans of mallowmelt and assorted baked goods than I would like.

    Then again, if the triplets had gotten into that much sugar—I shudder slightly.

    The world already has enough problems.

[omegawolverine]

I love it when people talk about things they're passionate about, tell me something cool!! Anything you want, just something you find interesting or want to talk about :D

hello anon my beloved, I am in a bad mood so you will be receiving a passionate, yet lowkey of pissy rant about why villainizing bakugou makes me wanna vomit and its NOT just because I'm a dumbass kinnie :)

tws: child abuse (emotional and physical), near death expierences, bullying, kidnapping, suffocation, lots of trauma in general tbh. if you've seen bnha then basically just keep all the general triggering plot stuff in mind incase i missed any warnings

also, note: I havent caught up on bnha in a minute, I'm at like the start of the war arc but I barely remember shit there tbh so like. probs missing new stuff. also bnha spoiler warnings lol

so, for starters, the homie bakugou has like,, a good handful of issues that come from his childhood that explain why he's an ass. he was always praised and never actually reprimanded for being a twat which led to him having a huge ego that ended up fucking him over majorly. this ego was something that his mother acknowledged him having, but literally didnt try to fix it with anything other than violence. see here:

like, instead of trying to help him, she hits and insults him, which is probably what led to his weird inferiority/superiority complex. being constantly told by others that you're outstanding and one day you'll be a top hero because you're rude and aggressive and then going home and being hit by your mother for those exact same behaviors is bound to fucking confuse a child.

so like, now that we've established that its definetly canon that his mother (parents? I think he said parents at some point but masaru doesn't seem like the type so 🤷) hits him though we don't know how much or how often (though if bakugou was as much of a little shit back then ((which as far as we've seen- he was)) then it was probably often), lets talk about how regardless of all that 1) hitting your kids as "discipline" not only doesn't work but is abusive lol like idc if it's spanking/popping them on the mouth for talking shit, slapping them across the face "on occasion", etc. shits not okay 2) hitting your kids!!!! does not work!!!!!!!! it is literally PROVEN not to work!!!!!!!! hitting a child who has done something wrong doesnt teach them to stop doing something it teaches them to be scared of you, which will cause the child to withdraw, removing part of their support system (assuming said abusive parents would even offer that up) and will most likely lead to them thinking they're a bad person, not that their actions were bad, which are two different things. so, ya know, that would clearly have an effect on a kid. like, as someone with a mother who reminds me all too much of mitsuki: I have acted like a complete shitbag and taken my anger out on people to feel better in the past because of the way my mother treated me. though it was nowhere near what bakugou did, I still know first fucking hand what a mother hitting and insulting her child will do, especially if they have no proper outlet for that (friends, a safe place to vent) which bakugou never fucking had.

theres also the fact that just talking to your kid the way mitsuki does (saying it's his fault he was kidnapped because he's weak, all while hitting him) is not??? okay?????? ive seen people arguing that this was just a joke in poor taste but like her son was KIDNAPPED and even if it was a "joke" there's literally NO WAY that would EVER?? BE FUNNY??????? she just sounds like the kind of parent who at the very least says shit without thinking that would traumatize bakugou (because being told right after being kidnapped it's your fucking fault by your mother is absolutely traumatizing) but it comes across as her being emotionally abusive.

mitsukis character as a whole comes across as a shitty mom who doesn't realize she's a shitty mom and thinks bakugou being an ass isn't at least partially her fault even though she's admitted to realizing he has always had an ego problem and doing nothing to fix it except for hitting and yelling which obviously did nothing but make him just as loud and violent as she is.

this is obviously not the entire reason why he's a dick but he was never properly taught that the shit he was doing wasn't okay and people not stopping it and/or praising him endlessly even tho he was a bully is basically the same as encouraging it, thank you very much.

moving on from that, let's talk about bakugous other traumas and how he naturally responds to them. hint: it's with either full blown panic or a fight response (verbal or physical, though usually physical. also sometimes it's the panic followed by the fight response.)

so far in bnha (keep in mind that I am not caught up, I've only read up to the beginning of the war arc and i barely remember those bits so) bakugou has...

nearly died via sludge villain (he was unable to move and was being suffocated to death- keep this in mind)

lost for the first time ever and against deku of all people (this nearly sent him into a full blown panic attack, likely because of that sexy little inferiority/superiority complex combo. think of this as like. gifted kid burnout lite. he has always been the best of the best and now suddenly he is being beaten by somebody who has always been weaker than him, which immediately makes him start thinking he was never actually that good, he's actually a fucking failure, a goddamn fraud)

won the sports festival by default (bakugou counts this as yet another failure because todoroki didnt try his best. had bakugou lost to todoroki full strength, he would've taken 2nd place with a bit of bitching, but he still wouldve taken it rather than refuse the medal as it would be a reminder that he failed. instead of accepting that like UA shouldve, the staff chained and muzzled him on live television and then had all might, his fucking idol, force the medal into his mouth. remember the sludge villain incident and how he couldnt move and was suffocating to death? yeah.)

been kidnapped because of the way he reacted to winning during the sports festival (he was aggressive and tried to refuse the medal because he felt he didnt deserve it and was then retraumatized by being chained up and muzzled. his "villainous attitude" was a fucking trauma response, do not tell me otherwise)

was then chained up once again by the LOV after being kidnapped,,, do we see the "retraumatize bkg" theme yet?

"ended all might" (he literally blames himself for all mights retirement because had he just not have been weak, all might wouldve had more time, right?)

my point with all of these is that bakugou has been severely traumatized and has then had his trauma responses (aggression, fight) used to further demonize him. not all people with trauma react the fucking same and the way the fandom just refuses to acknowledge anger as a valid form of trauma response is gross as hell.

moving away from that topic, bakugou has literally never had any actual friends, they all just used him and didn't care about him which absolutely will fuck up a kid, especially one who already has all that other shit going on. bakugou deadass never had a support system or people to help him grow as a person, let alone properly work through his fucking emotions so it's not surprising that he would take out his bullshit on the one person who tried to help him especially considering he saw dekus actions as him thinking he was weak. bakugou was raised to not seek help, he thought somebody strong shouldnt ever need it, so for somebody like deku (who bakugou percieved as weak and helpless already) to offer up help? deku must obviously think bakugou is even weaker than him, what other explanation could their possibly be!

speaking of which, there's his heaps of insecurities that he basically hid by being a twat and bullying others for most of his life. kid was so insecure he bullied deku for fucking years cause he thought deku looked down on him, thought he was better than him, etc. and that only got worse bc his idol then decided to take deku in, train him and even give him his quirk. there's probably some shit im missing but still he's got issues and always has had issues. that being said, he's actually improving and working them out now which is what makes him a really good, interesting character. it's also nice to see a character who is a dick without some tragic backstory (like his backstory is sad but its not the classic "my family was fucking slaughtered and i turned into a raging bitch who murders people" type shit) bc that rarely happens and it's like most assholes don't actually have a story like that they're just assholes lol

now lets talk improvement! lil bitch has been getting better since he got into UA and im so happy abt it!! he had a rough start what with deku suddenly having a quirk and all but like he is really improving now and it highkey shows that bakugou just mostly needed people who 1) didn't constantly praise him and actually criticized him instead 2) actually fucking punished him doing stupid shit and 3) some motherfucking friends

Since going to UA he's gotten actually feedback from teachers about his weaknesses and how to get stronger, he's lost against others, hes been told he has a shit attitude and is a dick, told he should be nicer and leave deku alone, etc etc. He hasn't gotten in trouble too much with teachers but others give him shit for what he does and aizawa has punished him too, while still acknowledging that bakugou is an amazing and dedicated student, something which no one else had done up til that point. and uh???? homie actually has friends who like,,, don't use him and also call him out when he's a dick. like specifically kirishima has done this shit and him and bakugous relationship is clearly very healthy and beneficial for the both of them. makes me feel all happy n shit, ya know

bottom line is: while it is absolutely valid to dislike or even hate bakugou because he is a massively flawed person who has been very cruel to others, villainizing him for the way he acts which in large part seems to be from a lack of guidance, a shitty mother and heavy amounts of trauma, is fucking awful. his actions cannot be fucking excused, he needs to apologize and continue to grow, but he is also a fucking teenager, who is just now being told that the way he acts is unacceptable by people who dont fucking abuse him (and I swear to god if any people who think mitsuki isnt abusive interact with this fucking post I will fullstop hardblock you, I do not fucking care) and actually treat him like a normal person instead of some prodigy child or someone who needs to be fixed.

people are free to debate my points or whatever bc I know some of this stuff is up to interpretation but like. dni if you're just here to say you hate bakugou for xyz reason or that he's irredeemable. also especially dni if you compare him to fucking endeavor yall bitches make me gag.

anyways thxs for the ask anon <33 sorry this is a kinda messy info dump lol

[doeyedangel]

(tw for slightly unhygienic + minor amts of blood- it's ok to delete this if that bothers u; u don't even have to read it!) idk really who to tell abt this, and my boyfriend is the only one who I've actually spoken spoken to about this but idk he's busy rn for the Update. I struggle a shit ton w my brushin my teeth because it would alwaus be painful no matter what and toothpaste was... v v yucky to me. severely so. so I kind of just. stopped? and started actually just using cloth to clean whenever I felt like it, usually at least once every two days at random. it wasn't the best, but my dentist didn't actually notice n just thought I was brushin my teeth just slightly not as good. I say slightly unhygienic bc I didn't have a dedicated cloth that I clean or anything n I didn't do it regularly on a schedule. bc cloth-brushin teeth is a thing, but I was doin it. so wrong lmao. but idk recently my anxiety around it has been increasin more and more as I get older and the time since I last brushed... so impulsively I did last night. my teeth only hurted a little n there was only a little blood as opposed to when I was younger (every google would always try to tell me I was just 'brushin too hard' but I was n even ice brushin against my teeth lightly makes me wince). so thats. smth. I actually had tea still on my bedside table (bc impulse) but resisted drinkin it after. and also researched a bit n findin out toothpaste can benefit but isnt actually necessary helped idk take out one of the negative elements... maybe I can eventually start brushin at a regular pace again? wah? idk. it feels both proud and like. wow it really took that much for me to brush once. anyways hdjdhdndhf

HELLO first of all i want to tell you i am SO so proud of you for trying to take care of yourself like that!!!! Don’t feel bad that it’s taking extra steps, we all have different needs for achieving different things so be proud!!! I know you said no matter what toothpaste you used it would hurt so idk if you’ve tried different toothbrushes but i had these a while ago bc i got them on accident and was like “this feels like a soft sponge 😡” bc i generally like hard bristle toothbrushes but apparently they’re made specifically for extra sensitive gums and they felt SUPER soft like softer than a cloth even:

Idk if you’ve ever used them before but they’re pretty affordable on amazon too!! (link here)

If not there’s also baby toothbrushes that u put on ur finger and they’re generally very soft as well:

OR theres mouthwashes for sensitive gums/teeth as well if u want to avoid brushing altogether or diy homemade toothpaste bc like u said, store bought stuff can be rly harsh- i think you should definitely consult your dentist about it though!! They’ll definitely know what’s best for you and won’t judge you!!

Either way thank you for sharing your achievement with me, it makes me really happy and proud and inspired ;o; pls keep taking care of yourself, treat yourself gently and with care (´⌣`ʃƪ)💖

[botheredbuck]

Where do you stand on the boys and self harm? They both have tendencies of it - Ben punching things when he's angry and hurting his knuckles, getting into fights, Callum with the bottle.

tw - talk of self harm the whole way through this post

yeah, i think it's something they both kind of struggle with as is kinda implied in canon

i think for ben it's a lot sort of a frustration thing, which i think is a lot of what we see in the show. he's been consistently around angry people his whole life, and people who deal with that anger usually by punching the nearest person. he's learnt a lot of that, and then when it comes to needing that outlet when he's alone, he often takes it out on himself because its what feels easiest. a lot of it's a learned behavior from his dad and his family and its something that i think he hasn't even really recognised (enough to try and stop) until he meets callum.

and then suddenly there's someone there who actively cares for him, pays him attention like no one else does, cares about how he's feeling, loves him unconditionally and it's a strange feeling.

and i think it's not something that gets acknowledged in like a big conversation necessarily because they both know that that's not how things work for them. if theres something big that needs talking about more often than not it doesn't start with a big conversation because theyre both prone to just shut it down and then it's even more difficult. especially with ben it's more something that just gets addressed at first like, as and when it happens.

so like it happens sometimes when they argue. like if they're in an argument or like they're angry with each other ben has a tendency to take it out on the furniture (and his poor knuckles, like i feel so sorry for max bowden's knuckles poor man) and callum will just stop and just like calmly hold ben's hands and not say anything and like more often than not that ends up being the end of the argument because the tender way callum does it just breaks ben and so often he'll just like fall into him until he calms down

and even if its not the end of them being angry with each other often they can both just take a minute to calm down just together while callum like rubs over ben's knuckles really carefully and stuff, and like often after that theyre both calm enough to just kind of talk it out

and it does end up being a discussion at some point, as well as ben's tendency to like get into fights and stuff. and callum kinda sits him down and asks him about it and it's definitely strange for ben because no one's ever really confronted him about it before. but hes able to open up eventually because callum's patient with him and ben trusts him, and that's the most important thing. so ben ends up talking about his dad and about how he just doesn't know how to handle things sometimes and they talk about how callum can help and stuff like that, and ben ends up crying because like partly because it's such an emotional release but also because he's never had someone talk to him about this before and be so patient and understanding. callum just holds him obviously and they spend the evening cuddling aw

i think with callum it's a bit different.

it comes from a very similar place as ben, in terms of the impact his dad and his childhood had on him but i think you can kinda see in their different personalities and stuff they both kinda handle things a little differently.

a lot of the thing with callum is that his dad always made him feel like he wasn't enough or he was too emotional or whatever, and i think in general callum is quite an emotional person so a lot of the time if something does affect him like that he gets frustrated thinking that he shouldn't be acting like that (because of his dad)

i think it takes them longer to talk about callum's tendencies, mostly because he's better at hiding them. callum tends to kind of take everything in and like hide away (like he did with the bottle at the park, like he took himself away thinking no one would find him there) whereas ben's more like heat of the moment anger and frustration if that makes sense? but i think eventually ben does start to notice, like when callum's upset he goes all quiet and tends to go for walks a lot and like take himself away, and ben connects that with seeing callum with the bottle and works it out and kind of gently tries to talk to callum about it.

it kinda doesn't happen maybe until ben finds like bruises or something on his leg and so he asks callum about it and he denies it at first until ben just sits him down and tells him the last thing i wanna do is judge you, cal, i just want to help because i love you and it just kinda breaks callum and he ends up talking about it wrapped up in ben's arms, about how it's because of his dad and all the things he used to say and ben just says so definitely that he isn't weak, that there's nothing wrong with him and that his dad was wrong and callum gives him this look that says that maybe he can start to believe it

thank u so much for the ask!!

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