#😭 help I made myself cry

[mymelodyisme]

3, 7 and 14 for the asks!! 😍

😭 I should have asked you more myself!! But I saw handwriting and went “I MUST have her write some of her FIC-“

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

So 🤔 this is kinda tricky cause we hardly rewatch films in my house cause 🙄 my mom and dad only like watching things once usually. But but but I DO share in common with my mom that I love rewatching:

Encanto

Tangled

Turning Red

I’ve certainly annoying my sisters recently with Turning Red 🤣 it’s really good background noise and fu bro watch. Encanto cause it’s good!!! But also I’m latina and also feel not special like Mirabel 😭 my sister first time we watched the movie said Luisa reminded her of me tho thanks for clocking the older sister energy I guess. And tangled because Rapunzel my favorite Disney princess ever 🥺

7. what scares you the most and why?

Oof here’s where we get ✨depressing✨

First do we mean spine tingling or deep rooted fear that stabs at your heart till it aches and pours out? Cause I could easily say something concrete like cockroaches (they make me cry and shake so quick) but if we’re talking in ouchie heart ache type of scares it’s becoming unwanted and an inconvenience 😭 I’ve felt like that a few times in my life and heck I’ve been feeling it especially hard lately. Just gotta take a deep sigh and keep going cause I’m gonna like me enough to want me to stay! Ya know! Also I’m scared of being in absolute darkness and I’m scared to be out at night :)

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

😭 kinda related back to the other question Owie, this one seems kind of ridiculous but it’s the simplest and most heart breaking for me. All of my wants have this same thing in common but this one is the most recent so ridiculous or not here you are.

Going for a walk.

I’m, frankly, scared of the unwanted attention that comes with being a fat person in public 😭 I mean realistically I know no one’s actually looking at me but I can’t help but feel they are. In PE I was always last to finish and the kids who were done early would cheer me on and they meant well but it always made me cry. For a bit I got a little braver about walking on the treadmill at the university but I’m out now and we don’t have one at home. I’ve been wanting to go walking to better myself because 🥺 I could be better but I’m really scared of going to the park. It’s on the other side of town, it’s bigger with more shade, but it’s next to our high school and there’s a bunch of houses and there’s no good time for me to talk out of my day to do this and I’d go for a walk but we don’t have sidewalks where I live and I don’t want to walk in the road and block someone from their driveway. It’s all excuses I guess but all in all I’m afraid of existing in other people’s spaces.

But but to end on something positive!!! 🤔 um I’m really proud of the way I’ve conquered my fear of driving. I’m still afraid of that and going long distances to places I don’t know but now I feel that I just gotta go it and I’ll get used to it. It helps that my car is cute and I have stuffed animals 😄 I actually don’t hate driving as much anymore I like going around town with the windows down letting the air mess up my hair.

♥️Questions♥️ (yall should go ask Libby too 🩷)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡

[shiningstarr15]

The way I see it is this.

The reason that Vanessa is so obscured off to the corner in the Thanksgiving picture is bc.. she wasn’t going to join them at first, and she’s hesitant to even be there.

Like she saw all of them sitting there, a happy little family, and thought to herself “I don’t deserve that. I hurt every single one of them. They freed me, that’s enough.”

But before she can walk away someone stops her (I’m gonna say Freddy) and asks her, “Vanessa? aren’t you gonna join us?”

And she just goes “why.. why me?” And with the kindest eyes she’s seen ever, he just goes..

“Because you are part of this family too.”

[hibiscuslegacy]

I'm a Bit Confused

I need someone smarter than me to tell me if I read the SCREEN Act wrong 😭 I saw some people mentioning it could impact Ao3 but it seems like it's only going to apply to visual depictions (which differs from KOSA that would have applied to every online platform) of what it believes to be content "harmful to minors". I definitely agree that the bill can and will be used to target LGBTQ+ media, especially as "obscene" and "lacks value to minors" was used and I think it sets an alarming precedent that won't stop with this and it also has a section mandating a report outlining the effectiveness of the measures, which can open the door to the bill being revised and more things being covered. The Senator that reintroduced it (Mike Lee) also promoted Project 2025. The bill is sponsored by the National Decency Coalition, which is a right-wing Christian non-profit and they sponsored other age-verification bills, and by the creators of LA Wallet (a platform that allows people to carry a digital ID).

It also seems like movies/shows with characters that engage in "sexual contact" (defined as "the term “sexual contact” means the intentional touching, either directly or through the clothing, of the genitalia, anus, groin, breast, inner thigh, or buttocks of any person with an intent to abuse, humiliate, harass, degrade, or arouse or gratify the sexual desire of any person") would be impacted by this bill. So could streaming services like Netflix and Hulu require an ID to watch Supernatural or the Vampire Diaries (I don't watch a whole lot of TV and these were what came to mind 😭)?

The bill concerns me because I think it sets an alarming precedent and involves the FTC but the coverage I've been seeing so far has been focused on Ao3 and I wanna know if I'm just not well-versed in reading bills or if they're talking about future bills that could be passed or revisions that could be made to this bill once it goes to the floor or if it's to spread awareness? I think my main concern is that if people email their representatives and use non-visual media as an example when it 'seems' like it won't be impacted by the current bill, the concerns won't be taken seriously because it just signals they did not read the bill/didn't care enough to read it and won't be remembered come election time. If I'm wrong here, please correct me.

Here are links to what I read: SCREEN Act

18 US Code 2246 (cited a few times throughout the bill)

Sen. Lee One Pager

Sen. Lee's Support for Project 2025

If you have more sources, please share them.

Please don't take anything I say here as fact. I am genuinely asking if I interpreted this right because I am unfamiliar with reading bills and may lack the necessary context to understand how this bill will be applied. I'll also edit this post with the correct information and clearly label what I got wrong.

[rythesquidprince]

i wen' a see the new Captain America movie today and it was sooo amazing I had so much fun!!! Even gots the Captain America popcorn bucket and everything! (Tiny little spoiler in the tags but not dat much just a character cameo hehe ^^)

[suddencolds]

~ /delete later/ ~

[dandyshucks]

everyone pray for me that i did not just give myself food poisoning (;･∀･)

[aberooski]

The way I have such a ridiculously hard time trying to draw when I'm not just drawing GX characters into scenes that already exist visually really makes me feel so unbelievably shitty I just want to be able to put things I picture in my head to the page without it looking like complete shit 9.5/10 times 😭

[doofusschweetz]

I reached a new low.

[aerialworms]

Several people have pointed out my tags, but I forgot there was a tag limit and tumblr deleted a bunch of info (and I wasn't expecting people to read them! Whoops!), so I've written them up into a more coherent form for you all (with links to more angst!)

First off, a disclaimer: While I did do a shitton of maths to get this as accurate as I could, I was also cribbing from headcanon and guesstimates and dubiously canon novels, and then took artistic license with the diagram anyway. I do not claim this to be 100% accurate, I was just Overcome By Emotion and needed to get it out. Feel free to let me know if I've missed something, but please note this art was more about representation than wholly accurate data. (Sorry, Spock!)

I drew this after watching the short film Unification that came out last year. I don't usually acknowledge Generations for the sake of my own sanity (if I think about it for too long I will cry) but the short film made me think about both Jim AND Spock's deaths (and also the fact that Bones wasn't there, which I am. so cool and fine with. Not.) and that sent me into a little spiral at 4am (pictured below).

I scribbled this in my planner in the faint glimmer of moonlight, half-hanging out of my bed, looking up dates and becoming more and more distraught as my cat looked on in bemusement. My initial thoughts were as follows:

Hang on, how old was Jim when he died?

EXCUSE ME??

How old were Spock and Bones when they bit it??

WHAT??

How long did they all actually know each other for???

WHAT THE FUCK??????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WERE ONLY TOGETHER* FOR 25 YEARS?????

THAT CAN'T BE FUCKING RIGHT.

And then I cried for a good while. And eventually slept. And then woke up and did even more maths.

My calculations were as follows:

Jim was 32 at the start of the 5ym, Spock was 35, and Bones was 38. According to the dates on the Memory Alpha Wiki (death date minus birth year, counting all canon time travel etc as negligible since it's only a few months difference at most afaik), Jim lived to be 60 (not including his time in the Nexus, since that's more like the afterlife to me), Bones lived to be 141, and Spock lived to be 161 (that's a little confusing if you look at the wiki, since he died in the alternate universe and the stardates over there are different, but trust me). Bones lived for 75 years after Jim disappeared, and Spock lived for 98 (23 of those after Bones died, too). Almost an entire century. :)

They were only together as a trio for ~25 years. Jim took command of the Enterprise in 2265, and went into the Nexus in 2293. That's 28 years, minus 3 for the post-5YM/pre-TMP estrangement. Twenty five years. That's all. That's. Not fucking fair. That's less than half Jim's life. He lived over half his life before meeting Spock, and having his two best friends - his heart and mind - actually with him. And then. And then…

He did know Bones for longer. I headcanon that Jim and Bones were friends, or at least friendly acquaintances for ~11 years before Bones becomes CMO (and thus meets Spock), so that's their overlap on the diagram - of course, there was probably some time together without Spock later on but not enough to change that amount drastically. Plus, most of their friendship before Bones became CMO was likely long-distance and intermittent, given that they weren't (afaik) ever stationed together (and I tend to think Bones didn't even join the fleet till shortly before he became CMO). So that means they were together for 36 years at most (just over half Jim's life).

Jim and Spock have the smallest overlap. I think I factored in SNW and estimated it at about 5 years cumulative (the years they know each other in SNW + a bit extra just in case). So that gives them 30 years total together (exactly half Jim's life!)

And then there's Spock and Bones. Hoo fucking boy. They met because of Jim. They lived 25 years of their life with him. The three of them, working so well together, balancing each other out. And then Jim is gone. By my estimate, it was just the two of them for 75 years. Three times the amount of time they were all together. And all of this post-Jim's disappearance. They knew each other far longer than either of them ever knew Jim, and their relationship after his disappearance must have been altered by his absence, but they did stay good friends - and then there's also the fact that Spock could feel Jim was 'alive' somewhere, but had no idea where or how to get to him. Just that he was happy. Without them. If I think about that too much I will start biting.

And also. I really can't get over the fact that Bones lived so long. I expected Spock to outlive him by a wide margin (and I bet they all expected him to), but no. Both Bones and Spock lived for well over double Jim's lifespan, and lived without him for triple (nearly quadruple, in Spock's case) the time they knew him. Jim dying at 60 is young, they could have had so many more years together - they probably thought they would, after cheating death so many times and still coming back together! But Jim dies, and Spock must have, on some level, expected to outlive him, but not so soon. For a Vulcan, he has a remarkably short life, and Bones was alive for so long and they were together but without Jim, and then - even worse! - Bones dies and Spock leaves for Romulus (and ultimately another fucking universe) because there's no one left for him anymore. And he takes that pendant of Jim with him, and (I like to think) still has an impression of Bones in his head from the katra-sharing, and he lives 23 more years without them with him, not really, but they're still a fundamental part of him. Even though they were only really all together for 25 years and it's been almost a century since he last saw Jim, his Jim. Twenty five years. That's all they get.

*when I say together, I mean on friendly terms, in fairly regular contact - essentially that they were in each other's lives. That's why I'm not counting the pre-Motion Picture divorce era, and why my numbers for their one-on-one time are hazy, since I imagine they might have had other falling-outs or time alone, and Bones and Jim especially might have gone long stretches without communicating before Bones became CMO, since they weren't living near each other - and I think it's likely Spock and Bones did so post-Jim, too, especially since Spock became an ambassador and likely moved around a lot. At least they had their post-katra-sharing mind link, though.

That's what I was trying to articulate with this art - how lifespans can overlap, and how you can never match your life up perfectly to someone else's, and you'll always end up leaving or being left behind, eventually, even if you all want to stay together. I was thinking about my parents as I drew this, and how I will, most likely, outlive them by a wide margin. I have no idea how long I'll live without my current friends, too. It's bittersweet, to me. I know it's impossible to keep even one person close for your entire life, but I still wish I could.

Spock outlived both his best friends, and both he and Bones far outlived Jim. The three of them were together for those precious 25 years. It's at once so long, and not nearly long enough.

Lifespans.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".

There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.

The work is digned 'aerialworms'./End ID]

[folkorae]

@13nth : "you're gone and you left me. my heart has dissipated."

Xion is not experienced in matters of the heart, still learning to deal with new emotions ; and she didn't like the tightness she felt in her chest. As if her heart was being squeezed and torn into a thousand pieces. The worst part is that Roxas has every right to think that of her. Maybe nothing she says will make him feel better, but mostly, there's nothing Xion can do to fix what she did ( or at least that's what she thinks ). During the days at the Organization, she should have told him. She should have told him that Lea and Isa were hiding things from them at that time — she should have told Roxas the purpose for which she was created by the Organization. She should have told him about her plan and not left Roxas in the dark until the last moment. But if Xion had told him, what would have happened ? She knows Roxas well enough to know that if she had told him what she wanted to do, he wouldn't have let her go along with it ( which is why she didn't tell him ). “ I did what I had to do to stop them. You know that. ” Or at least Xion thinks he knows. She and Roxas never really talked about what happened. Xion felt another tightness in her chest and she couldn't look at him, the voice that came out was weak and shaky. “ I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, I just— I didn’t want that— ” I didn’t want any of that to happen. That’s what Xion was trying to say.

[wysteria-bloom]

⚝ "oh shit you're crying okay"

Hazbin Hotel boys react to you crying at a party

Warnings : mentions of val. hate that motherfucker.

Genre : angst, comfort, fluff

A/n : bro I jump between fandom obsessions too much I need help. Why am I simping for THE DEVIL from THE BIBLE and A TV-HEAD MAN 😭😭 actually devastated with myself. Anyways Vox and Alastor's may be a bit longer because... yeah. Angel-Dust's is a friend relationship but you can interpret it differently if you are a dude lol

Characters : angel-dust, husk, alastor, vox, lucifer

▢ angel dust 𔘓

When he walked into the bathroom, he was shocked at first at the sight of you, feeling fear grip his heart.

Had Val got his hands on you when he was distracted? He would never forgive himself if he had-

"Toots, ya can't jus' go an' disappear on me like that," He began softly as he closed the bathroom door, locking it for privacy," had me tearin' out my hair."

You sniffed as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks swollen from tears," s-sorry..." you whimpered out, curling in on yourself a little more.

He grimaced at the dirty floor you were sitting on before maneuvering around you sit next to you, one of his arms pulling you into his side-embrace comfortingly.

"This party's fuckin' shitty, ain't it? Sorry for bringin' ya here, doll." He sighed out, hand caressing your side softly.

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from sobbing as you shook your head vehemently," i-it's not that, Angel... you were only trying to cheer me up..." you furiously wiped at your eyes to stop more tears from falling," I just-... Fucking hate everything down here..."

He hummed, head leaning on top of yours," cheers to that." He droned out with a frown.

You looked up at him, his heart squeezing at the innocent look on your face. You weren't supposed to be down in a place like this, there was no way.

"Can we just... go get ice cream or something?" You then gulped, waving a hand," b-but if you're having fun-"

"Nah. I'd rather do one of Charlie's trust exercises than be in this shit-hole." He stood up smoothly and pulled you with him, keeping you close to him as he grinned toothily," I would kill for an ice cream right now."

▢ alastor ⍋

He didn't willingly want to be here, in fact he stayed for a total of 15 minutes to please Charlie before escaping outside to leave.

But the sight of you sitting on the steps outside sniffling to yourself made him pause in his long strides.

You had your head hung low, a red plastic cup sitting at your side alone.

You were prime for manipulation.

But... Alastor found himself being sympathetic. He breathed out a sigh before walking over to you," my, what do we have here? My dear, being out in the open in such a vulnerable state is a bold choice!" He exclaimed, grinning down at you, but it wasn't as sharp as it usually was.

You jumped at his sudden presence," Jesus-!" You looked up.

"Not quite!"

You seemed to relax at the sight of the red-haired demon and sighed in relief," Alastor..." you gave him a weak smile, wiping away at your tears," Wh-what brings you out here, huh? Needed fresh air?"

He sat down on the steps with you," As a matter of fact, I was planning my great escape from this wretched event!" He tilted his head at you, hair falling along with him as he regarded you with a knowing glint in his eyes," I believe you're well acquainted with the feeling, hmm?"

Your smile fell as you huffed, deciding it was useless to keep up a happy persona around Alastor when he was so good at reading right through you," You could say that."

"What bothers you so, my dear?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile, tugging at your cheek like an annoying auntie would do," perhaps your favourite radio demon can be of service to you."

He earned a giggle from you as you waved his hand away amusedly, making his expression soften at the sound.

"You're the only radio demon I know." You raised a brow at him in amusement.

He nodded with an exageratted shrug," I wouldn't have it any other way, dear."

You smiled genuinely at him, feeling your worries already disappearing," parties suck." You answered his previous question.

"Aha!" His smile looked like a grimace and his fluffy ears flattened as if an unpleasant memory was reminded to him," agreed."

"They're gross."

"Tell me about it!"

"And the people in it make me want to kill myself. Again."

He snapped his fingers at you," I knew we had something in common! Well-said, cher, very well-said~!" He pressed a hand to his heart - as if he had one.

As you laughed, your tears dried up and you leaned back a little," as for you being of service?..." You trailed off, referring back to his earlier inquiry. A soft smile made its way to your lips," I think you've helped enough already, Al."

The red demon's posture seemed to stiffen but relax, his grin curving gently which was his way of softening it," Wonderful to hear, my dear."

He gave you a gentle pat to the shoulder and you had never felt so comforted in that moment.

▢ husk ꩜

Before even attending the party, he knew something was up with you. You weren't smiling as much on the way there, and you were jumpy at his comforting touches.

Even so, you insited that you wanted to spend time with everyone at the party despite his assurances that you could stay home.

When he found you crying in the bathroom, he froze in his spot before grumbling to himself and closing the door behind him, not before giving a growl and a deadly glare at the demon that was whining about needing a piss.

He led you gently from the ground to a standing position before settling you on the toilet seat.

The silence between you both was soft and comforting, hanging in the air like a gentle caress of wind.

He got down on his knees in front of you and began to wipe away at your tears, a deep frown settled on his face.

You only stared into his eyes with your glassy ones, bottom lip trembling," my makeup probably looks so fucking gross..." you sobbed.

Husk snorted," should be the least of your worries, doll." When you finally stopped crying he huffed and flicked your forehead," you have some serious FOMO." He grumbled out, an amused smirk on his fluffy face.

You sniffled and nodded, choking back more tears," I know."

"And you need to know when to stop if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded again," I know.."

His brows furrowed," and you still look pretty with your makeup running down your face." His reassurance was sweet and charming despite the disgruntled expression on his face.

A watery smile broke onto your lips,"... Thank you." You breathed out softly.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here? There's a nice bar I know a few blocks away we could drink at. Just the two of us."

You hummed," Sounds awesome."

▢ vox ᯤ

When he agreed to go to this stupid party for Val, he wasn't expecting to run into something like this.

His greatest enemy, you, was sat outside with your head in your hands as you sobbed and cursed to yourself.

To be honest he was torn between making fun of you or just taking advantage of the situation and killing you.

But there was that little voice in the back of his coding that screamed to comfort you.

He groaned and ran his hands down his face," fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to you.

He stood behind you and watched as you paused to look up at him, face puffy and pathetic.

He grinned wryly at the sight," Holy shit you're an ugly crier." He stated without thinking.

Your wide eyes turned half-lidded as you turned your attention away from him," Go fuck yourself, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your whiny baby shit." You grumbled out.

"Hey, hey. Whiny baby is too far, sweetheart. Take the insults down a few notches, yeah?" He then sat down next to you," treating me like this when about to comfort you. The fuckin' nerve of you."

You gave him a deadly glare, growling," Vox, leave. I told you I'm not in the fucking m-" you were interrupted by being pulled into a sudden embrace, making you shut up immediately.

There was a long awkward silence as you were pulled into Vox's side in a side-hug.

Then you spoke with a small voice,"... what is this." Was more of a demand than a question.

"Comfort." Vox replied casually when he was fucking sweating buckets.

"........ huh...." you bit your lip as you felt tears sting at your eyes,"... alright."

You leaned into him unknowingly, making him gush a little to himself. Why the fuck was he being soft right now? He didn't know.

"You looked hot tonight. All dolled up." He gritted out.

"Yeah? Looked? Past-tense?"

He nodded," you look like a wet-rag now."

You snorted," fuck you, man." You grumbled, and leaned your head onto his shoulder," fuck, I'm pathetic..."

"Yeah. But it's okay." He replied as comfortingly as he could but it just came out awkwardly," y'know parties are supposed to be fun? Why are you crying?"

"I hate my life? Or lack thereof?"

He hummed with a nod," Fair enough." Then he smiled widely," guess we have one thing in common, huh?"

You looked up at him before you sent him a slightly amused smirk," do we?"

He cleared his throat at your expression and looked away quickly, blush on his screen,"I-I mean.. yeah. Fucking sucks down here. Literal shit hole." Then he shrugged, trying to brush off the stutter of his heart," but... but at least you're not like... alone or whatever the fuck."

You stared for a moment, eyes softening as you nodded in agreement,"... Yeah. At least there's that, huh?"

You leaned back into his embrace with less tension in your body as Vox began to relax alongside you.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

He came to this party just to make a brief appearance for his daughter's celebration of the hotel being rebuilt to be honest.

But he took quick note of how you had left very suddenly, mumbling to him about needing to take a breather outside. He was worried, of course, but he just left you in your lonesome until he got worried when you didn't return for 20 minutes.

When he walked outside onto the balcony of the hotel his eyes widened in horror at the sigh of you sobbing to yourself.

"Oh shit you're crying okay ummm," He walked over to you quickly, playing with his fingers awkwardly," Honey is everything okay? Do...do you need a hug?"

"Shit... sorry..." you mumbled looking up at him ashamedly from the floor, smiling pathetically as tears trailed down your cheeks," I.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this..."

He frowned deeply, his nervousness subsiding as he crouched down in front of you," Don't apologise for something so silly." He mumbled, grabbing on your hand and gently squeezing," what's wrong? Is it something I can help with?"

His concern was incredibly sweet and touching, not something you would expect from the King of Hell.

But here he was comforting you like you were the most precious treasure to him. And you were... aside from Charlie, for obvious reasons.

You sniffled and felt your tears gathering again at his concern, you bottom lip trembling. At the sight, he frowned," Oh, love... oh honey..." He brought you into a hug, arms wrapping securely around you as he let his wings embrace you as well," I'm here now... always will be..."

You nodded against him as you just cried your heart out.

[platinumink]

Headcanon: Telemachus wears Odysseus’ clothes

I can’t stop thinking about this: I imagine Odysseus did not take notice during the songs “Odysseus” and “I can’t help but wonder” but Telemachus is 100% wearing his dads clothes in the songs in my opinion - at least the cape and stuff - to feel closer to him.

A day later, Ody finally takes a shower and goes to his closet to check out his wardrobe and finds it ransacked (like almost nothing is left that the clothes that are still present are only undergarments or oversized clothing). He asks his wife about it and she has no idea so Ody wears something a little big on him (he also definitely lost weight on his journey). During breakfast, in strolls Telemachus wearing his dads garments, belt, sword holding thing, jewelry and more, completely oblivious about the situation as both Penelope and Odysseus look at him in sudden realization. Odysseus does not speak about it as his son plops down next to him to start eating only to finally get what was going on.

He gets really embarrassed and wants to shoot up immediately to change and apologize but Ody shuts that down quickly by pushing his son back on his seat, puts his arm around his shoulder, smiles proudly and looks to his wife (who is hiding her laughing under her breath) and say that he will need a new wardrobe because a little owl kit has nicked his old one (or something like that). Telemachus, who is still embarrassed and red-faced hides his face in his dads hair, mumbling justifications but is told to relax and that it is fine and endearing and that Ody is actually happy that he could be there for his son at least in this way.

and now i’ve made myself cry by writing this out 😭

if anyone wants to write fanfiction about this, please tag me, i really want to see what people would do with this premise :’ D 🩵🩵🩵

Edit: now with official fanfiction by yours truly as well :D Can be read here 🩵🩵

Edit 2: another headcanon in this fandom can be found here (i'm already working on a fanfiction but work and uni have been crazy lately- if someone else wrote something, please tell me so i can thank them) 😭😭🩵🩵

Edit 3: I just checked in on this post and THANK YOU SO MUCH ON ALL OF THE LIKES AND REBLOGS! I never expected this to blow up like this! 😭😁🩵🩵

[thef1diary]

ghost!max leaving notes on the fogged up mirror when you’re showering 😭

— it might’ve started with sweeter messages, but ghost!max can’t help himself. He wrote filthier messages after watching you in the shower. 18+ content below

The steam curled around you as hot water cascaded over your skin, the bathroom filling with a thick fog. It was your favorite part of the day—until you noticed the faint outline of letters forming on the mirror.

Your heart thudded as you leaned forward, wiping a hand over the sliding glass door to clear the condensation to read the words left on the mirror: Touch yourself for me

Your breath hitched, heat blooming across your chest that had nothing to do with the shower. He was here. Watching.

“Max,” you whispered, the word barely audible above the rush of water.

The response came swiftly, more words scrawling themselves onto the mirror with the same unnerving precision: I’m only going to watch you today

Your legs trembled, the audacity of his command igniting a spark of arousal that pooled low in your belly. Your body betrayed you, responding to the idea of his unseen gaze, his silent presence urging you to obey.

Another message materialized, sharper, more insistent: Don’t make me repeat myself

You swallowed hard, a shiver racing through you that had nothing to do with the cold. Your thighs parted instinctively, your hand bracing against the slick tile as your other slid between your legs. Hesitation lingered for only a heartbeat before the ache became unbearable, and your fingers found your clit, circling gently at first.

The first gasp tore from your lips, the slick pressure sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You swore you felt him—an ethereal press against your back, cold and electric, guiding you, urging you on.

More words soon emerged on the mirror: Good girl

The chill intensified, a spectral sensation of hands grazing over your hips—as if he was resisting himself from touching you—steadying you as your movements grew more desperate. The imagined weight of him was intoxicating, his invisible presence commanding, the thought of his gaze locked on you made you tremble.

Each thrust of your fingers sent waves of heat coursing through your veins, and your knees threatened to buckle. The rhythm of your breaths matched the pounding of your heart, ragged and uneven.

The mirror filled with new, jagged letters, his boldest demand yet: Don’t stop until you’re screaming my name

The pressure inside you built to a breaking point as you read the words, creating an ache that demanded release. You clenched around your fingers, your wetness dripping down your thighs that was quickly washed away by the steady stream of water. The intensity crested as pleasure ripped through you, a cry of his name escaping your lips, raw and unrestrained, the sound echoing in the steamy confines of the bathroom.

Your legs shook as you sagged against the tiled wall, chest heaving, the water doing little to cool the lingering heat that radiated from your core.

When you dared to look at the mirror again, one final message greeted you, lingering like a dark promise in the dissipating fog: Next time, I won’t just watch

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[hitomisuzuya]

stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. biting. blowjob. cunnilingus. riding. creampie. consensual recorded masturbation. squirting. degradation. praise. breeding kink. mix of harsh dom! scara and soft dom! scara.

oml the poll was so so close. i plan to write both. this is long and kinda a mess, ngl 😭😳

this week, having a lost a bet during a video game, you would be serving as scaramouche's sex slave. his personal fuck toy to cum inside and use whenever he pleased. not like you weren't already, but this added a degree of dominance over you that scaramouche particularly enjoys.

he also knew showing dominance over you sexually was relaxing to you. he more than knew that you are going to enjoy yourself as much as he is.

monday

once the moms left for a week long business trip, he put you on your back on his bed, naked with your legs spread. he held your wrists above your head and played with your pussy until you squirmed from the harsh throbbing in your clit.

your body is twitching as your sensitive walls clenched around nothing. "please," you moaned shakily, bucking your hips up to grind your puffy pussy on his fingers, "i can't take it anymore. i need your fingers, scara," he'd been working your pussy over in a way that made you lose all sense of time, building your orgasm up agonizingly slow. your hole clenched with the need for his fingers to be fucking inside of you.

"do you really think you are in a position to make demands?" scaramouche delivered a wet smack to your clit. your legs trembled as you cried out, shards of white hot pleasure practically piercing your core. "remember your place this week, slut," he hissed.

his cock got harder from the sheer rush of denying you the pleasure of cumming on his fingers. letting go of your wrists, scaramouche sat up and took out his phone. "be a good girl and touch yourself while you beg like a whore for your stepbrother's fingers."

your cheeks flushed hearing domineering tone in his voice. bringing the perfect view of you spreading your legs wider on his phone screen, he pressed record. he licked his lips watching you part your folds, your creamy cunt on display for him.

he stroked and fisted his cock watching you tease and rub your clit. "cry about how badly you want me to make you cum," he groaned, taking care to hold his phone steady to capture your little fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. he knew your small fingers were barely long enough to reach your sweet spot.

"i..i can't make myself cum," you whimpered, your clit throbbing as you pinched and rubbed it. your other hand drifts up to pinch your nipples for extra stimulation. "please, help me. i need your help to cum."

scaramouche's cock emptied itself onto your chest and stomach. on the nights he absolutely couldn't have you, this recording was going to serve him well.

tuesday

yesterday had been all about denying you. today however, was different. scaramouche wasn't going to stop until he had you cumming hard on his tongue as it lapped and sucked hungrily on your pussy. multiple times. he needed to taste how good he is tongue fucking you.

"more," you sobbed after cumming on his tongue a second time. or at least you thought it was your second time. scaramouche sucked an orgasm out of you so strong that it made you squirt. he dearly loved the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. "please, please more," you moaned, hiccuping softly.

you were so drunk on his tongue that you were senseless.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. i'll take care of you," he groaned as you desperately grind your pussy on his tongue. "just keep crying for me just like that," he held your cunt against his mouth, his tongue lapping every sensitive crevice. he focused sucks on your clit, holding you still as you squirm and mewl and pleasure.

wednesday

scaramouche threw his head back, unable to swallow his moans. you look so breathtaking bouncing on his cock, your pussy sucking him in as your thighs smacked against his. he folded his hands over your bouncing breasts, tweeking and rolling your nipples between the pads of his fingers. "bounce on my fucking cock like the slut you are. don't you dare look away from me," he commanded, taking one hand off your breast to grope and smack your ass.

you cried out as his cock head bullied relentlessly into your sweet spot, your thighs burning from the effort. "so..big," you whimpered, your back arching as his length stretched you apart so perfectly it took your breath away. "my stepbrother's cock is so big," your pussy clutched tight around his cock from his harsh degradation, your eyes filled with watery adoration.

"fucking keep talking, whore," you mewl from the sting of his hand on your ass again. "beg for your stepbrother to breed you," his cock throbbed realizing how deep he was fucking up into you, thrusting harshly up into you.

"breed me! breed me! i won't waste a drop of your cum, i promise," you plead pathetically, desperately chasing your high. his hands settle on a bruising grip on your hips, compelled to control your pace and bounce you dumb on his cock.

your cries for him to cum inside you never sounded sweeter.

thursday

your mouth was the definition of sinfully erotic, lips wrapped around his cock and sucking wetly. drool pooled from the corners of your mouth, your warm tongue lapping and curling in worship as he fucked his cock into your oh so pliable throat.

you cough, gagging as he pushed his cock into your throat. it felt like fucking heaven spasming and convulsing. "good girl, choking on my dick like a pro," he stroked his fingers lovingly through your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock as you adjusted your breathing.

any praise from your stepbrother, however degrading made your eyes light up. you muffled a moan on his cock, your sucks turning more eager. scaramouche laughed shakily, using your hair to bob your mouth up and down on his cock. "look at you, soaking up my praise like a needy slut," he hissed, his cock roping salty cum into your mouth. you swallow with his cock still in your mouth like a good girl.

friday and saturday

scaramouche fucked you harsh and unforgiving over the next two days. he is feral, not satisfied until his cum was seeping from your hole as fucked into you from behind. it was almost embarrassing how unholy the squelching sounded. "fuck, i am cumming again," he moans before his cock abruptly emptied inside of you. "be a good slut and let me breed you fuller."

pulling out, he flipped you over onto your back, wasting no time in stuffing your pretty, abused cunt full with his cock again. your moans tinged with sobs as he relentlessly drove his cock home into your sweet spot. pleasure has gone past completely consuming you, having fallen so dumb on his cock that all you could do was moan shamelessly.

scaramouche allowed himself to indulge in a rare treat. he'd just gotten off the phone with his mom, being told something has come up and they needed to stay an extra week. he sank his teeth into your flesh, holding you down while he sucked and bit dark, possessive bruises on your skin. bruises that could take their time healing without the stress of an explanation over the next week or so.

his teeth sucking and biting at your skin made you cum harder, his drool rolling down your neck as the dull, delicious ache of bruises blossom. he wasn't going to stop until his precious, delicate little step sister was all marked up.

sunday

the way scaramouche fucked you was leagues different from how he had all week. you'd been such a good girl for him, submitting to every whim and happily letting him enjoy himself. he knew you were sore and tired. his touches are soft, his lips and tongue soothing your inflamed, heavily bruised skin. he took his time, fucking you nice and slow. his kisses deep and open mouthed, stealing your breath from your lungs.

"do you realize how in love with you i am?" he babbled, slowly stretching you apart. he kissed you softly, gently nipping at your lips. he held you as you shook as his kissed deep into your sweet spot. "my good girl, my sweet girl. being so fucking good for me all week."

you rock your hips up to match his rhythm, clinging to him in the way he always enjoys. he gently stopped the motion of your hips. "let me do all the work, pretty. you just relax and enjoy yourself," you worked so hard pleasing him all week. you more than deserve this.

"p-promise you'll cum inside," you whimpered, relaxing underneath him. you could feel how genuinely he is in love with you while he fucked you. he took great care to pump his cock into your sweet spot slow and steady.

"remember what i said about making demands," he teased, playfully kissing your lips. this week has been all about his pleasure first. now it was about yours. you are going to cum at least twice before he filled you. "what do you say we continue this another week?" he caressed your cheek, stroking his thumb tenderly across it. "i still have plans."

of course you nod, turning your cheek into his hand.

[yuamin]

ORORUN REDRAW GUIDE !

i think we’ve all seen the atrocity that is genshin’s unreleased character, ororun. the entirety of natlan is a mess really, but as a yoruba person myself i CANNOT keep quiet about ororun specifically.

outside yoruba mythology, in yoruba, ‘Olorun’ (the name ororun is based on, pronounced o-law-roon , with o pronounced as in orange and the ‘roon’ pronounced shortly, not dragged on at all) is actually the same word we often use to refer to God in Christianity. Christianity is the primary religion among us yorubas so honestly, i was kinda glad they misspelled his name. it would feel SO disrespectful referring to whatever that thing is with the same word we use to refer to God who we actually worship. religion aside, genshin’s depiction of Olorun (cultural god, not Christian one) is downright disgusting. i’d never paid too much attention to genshin and its poor representation, but now that my culture has fallen victim to it, i completely understand all the outrage.

edit: please note that while we use ‘Olorun’ to refer to the Christian God, Olorun is just a general word for ‘god’ itself ! for example if i say “God in heaven” and “god of thunder” we know i’m referring to two different beings, in yoruba it’s the kind of the same—the same word is used to refer to both the Christian and other gods, but we know it’s different, even though olorun can be capitalized regardless of what god we’re talking about (unlike english where the Christian God is capitalized and other gods aren’t) at the end of the day though, when we say “olorun” even without context, we are usually referring to the christian God !

1. PLEASE DO NOT DRAW HIM WITH ANIMAL EARS !

i’ve noticed that hoyoverse has this nasty habit of portraying every dark skinned character as wild or animal-esque. kaeya seems to be the only exception to this. even xinyan, though lacking any animal features, has this wild energy to her. some might call it a stretch, but i feel like her features are pretty feline in comparison to other liyue characters.

Olorun in our culture is the supreme god of the heavens. In my opinion, it is disrespectful to liken him to something akin to an animal. normally i wouldn’t even mind that much, but with how hoyo makes its few dark characters more and more like animals, i can’t help but feel weird about it. its really off putting.

2. HIS HAIR WOULD NOT BE CURLY !

majority of nigerians have 4C HAIR. not wavy hair or loose curls. some have 4B, but 4C is the usual here, that is, kinky or coily hair. Olorun is often portrayed as bald in traditional art, but trust me if he had hair his hair would resemble his people’s, not Tyla’s.

DREADLOCKS ARE A YES ! outside nigeria, locking hair is pretty common, but in nigeria a lot of people have locks naturally. our hair sometimes just grows out that way, no treatment no nothing. dreads are 100% an appropriate style, they look good asf too.

3. PLEASE USE CULTURAL FABRICS IN YOUR DESIGNS !

when i saw ororun’s outfit, i almost started crying. they couldn’t even bother to dress him up a little. they really dressed my brother in a scarf and cape and called it a day 😭 upon how fashionable we nigerians are know to be, hoyoverse still made it their mission to embarrass us stylistically. God knows my people have suffered man 😭

ankara is a traditional nigerian fabric that features bright colors and lots of patterned designs. see below:

here in 9ja, we love our ankara. it’s a big part of our fashion here and trust me it would look excellent in your designs. it’s perfectly fine to draw ororun in normal fabrics since he’s a deity and it’s not like ankara existed back then, but if you really want to represent nigeria, ankara is a must 🙏

i’m going to address another fashion piece because if you search up nigerian fashion you’ll see it a lot: beads.

these orange beads are igbo (another tribe here in nigeria) NOT yoruba. does this mean you can’t use it in olorun’s design ? no ! let me explain. tbh, here in nigeria there’s a bit of...tension between clans. it’s not that common, but older people are definitely a lot more tribalist. as a yoruba i love my igbo brothers and sisters, i truly believe they’re the most fashionable clan and i adore their festivities, they always go over the top. please, just look at them:

(only one image because of image caps, ugh)

anyway, we yorubas wear beads too. but the specific way the beads are worn around the head and in multiple layers round the neck is igbo, not yoruba. though i personally wouldn’t care too much if i saw olorun with igbo beads since all i want is for him to at least look nigerian, at the end of the day he is a yoruba deity. it might be disrespectful to dress the god of one clan as if he belongs to another, especially since there is so much historical ( and very slight but uncommon present ) day tension between both clans.

here’s a more yoruba outfit. sorry yall, it might be hard for you to distinguish if you’re not yoruba or igbo, but a lot of nigerians can tell the difference at a glance. ( actually nowadays, there is so much overlap between yoruba and igbo fashion, but there are many specific styles that may be associated with one tribe and not the other, for example how beads are worn in the above paragraph ) please do your research, he’s not only a nigerian god, but a yoruba one.

one more thing, because i know it will start discourse : skin tone.

nigerians have a very diverse range of skin tones. some of us are so pale, if not for our afrocentric features we could maybe pass for another race. however, ororun is yoruba.

light skinned nigerians are usually igbo. not to say that yorubas can’t be light skin, but here in nigeria if you saw a light skinned person, we’d automatically assume they were igbo. igbo people usually have lighter skin tones. majority of yorubas fall on the more milk to dark chocolate end of the skin tone spectrum. i’m saying this now because i know a lot of people are going to start arguments over ororun being redrawn as ‘too light’ or ‘too dark.’ i don’t really care about complexion, but i thought i’d help you all get your facts right.

that’s it ! if you read all this i’m super thankful. i don’t usually post about this kind of stuff but i honestly love my country and could go on about it for days. nigeria is such a beautiful place with a diverse range of cultures— from hausas to fulanis to so many more. natlan was supposed to be Africa’s time to shine, as well as latin americans, but hoyoverse said fuck you and your people. they did this to an extent with sumeru but natlan was done straight up dirty—not a single melanated character in sight, and the only one who does have melanin, iansan, looks so desaturated you might as well call her grey. i saw someone on tiktok call mualani a dark skinned character—it was at that point that i knew genshin was done for.

please REBLOG this post so it reaches more people and artists in the fandom !! this is literally the third time i’m making this post because tumblr refuses to show it in the tags for some reason 😭 i encourage other cultures who feel misrepresented to make posts like this too. it’s a perfect opportunity to educate and inform people about the diverse cultures genshin has once again failed to represent properly.

Hoyo has never been one to make customer satisfaction their top priority, but we’ve been able to call them out before and i truly believe we can do it again. Natlan is not poor design choice. it is blatant racism, a nation based on POC ethnicities with not a single colored character insight. Hoyoverse has been able to escape racism accusations for as long as i can remember, but natlan is the icing on the cake. we CANNOT allow hoyo to proceed as planned without giving them the appropriate backlash.

Also, if you redraw ororun using this guide, make sure to tag me here or on my main blog, @heartkaji !! i’d love to see all your redesigns. once again, thank you all for reading and have an amazing day !!