#AND THEN MY CONTROLLER STOPPED WORKING FOR NO REASON SO I'M STUCK ON THE FUCKING SCARY STAIRS AND NIGHT IS FALLING FAST

[midnite-c6]

Omgggg how would Icky Nam-gyu react to his gf getting pregnant?! We gotta know

i realized i literally haven't written a drabble for this one, damn!! so many asks abt this and i didn't even give it a chance, so here it is :3<3

sequel to these two ~ : breeding kink!nam-gyu | incel!nam-gyu

|| nam-gyu x preggy!reader smut || warnings: 18+, degradation, you're pregnant </3, more breeding kink, baby trapping, abusive!nam-gyu bruh and evil nam-gyu because that's just what he is..., fluff for compensation

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° nam-gyu knew what he was doing whenever he cums inside you raw. infact, he can't help but do it all the time. at least you're not spending anymore extra income on condoms and birth-control pills. plus, the risk everytime you guys fuck is the best part- not until...

he's got you caged with his hands and legs on the bed, you on your stomach with fat tears dripping down your pretty red cheeks, red from his rough hand, nose filled with snot. "damn this, when were you gonna tell me?" he spat, not caring about his spit that would sprinkle on your face. his big hand gripping your hair, tugs your head to face his because of the damned position he had you in.

"i'm s'posed to be responsible to it too, you know? if you stop crying about my dick, maybe you could've told me 'bout this, huh?" it's just such an inconvenience his dick was fucking you into straight overdrive, just as he does everyday, every second, he's not ashamed about it, it's his way of saying: 'thank you for staying with me even after knowing i'm disgusting.' it's all he's good for anyway.

he drags your head to the bedside table, your pregnancy test, with two red lines. filthy. you fucking peed in that. you wince in both pain and disgust as you try to move your eyes off it. the blurriness from your tears would help. "fuckin' speak!" he effectively slams his cock again, "you're carrying my baby, better be a son too." you'd cry more, soft whimpers slipping past your sore lips. "you keep ruining my life every. single. day." like he wasn't the one groaning into your ear trying to fuck a baby into you.

his hand gripping on your hair moves to your chin, caressing it... he's calming you down from all the hurt and pain he's caused you, you wouldn't have noticed he'd pull out in that moment just to surprise you with ramming it inside, deep. enough to sent out a loud cry from you. you still haven't learned. "fuck that kid." he leans into your ears, "you better take good care of it," wise words from an upcoming father. "y'know i'm already busy with work? that shit's just gonna end up being a burden." rutting into you like he was still breeding you. "your stupid brain knows nothing but to think with its cunt." it wasn't your fault you'd gotten pregnant! "ow!" a slap on your clit. it stings. exactly just like his love for you. a hook-up, turned into a more frequent friends with benefits- to this. "i'm damn- sorry-" another hard and deep thrust sent right back to you- you choke. choke at the idea that he doesn't stop. not once. "you're stuck with me, bitch, with me. you're gonna be a little housewife... obeying every order your husband will give, yeah?"

and the worst part is? that you weren't technically crying because of his corrupt and weird way of trying to love you that you just couldn't quite wrap your head around, but you were crying because of the reason you stayed long enough to be with him: that same thing. aswell as his dick, and the way it makes you feel so good, unlike any man could. because even though he's forceful and rough, he still does the absolute bare minimum of pressing a thumb on your clit for you to reach your high too.

he would nut inside you, messy, not letting it fall out from your stretched-out hole, and you'd almost think... was he actually accepting idea you'd be pregnant? the idea would be brushed off when he takes his fingers to slide inside you, just for you to suck it with your mouth. taste it. taste the one thing that has made a baby inside you.

and from the crying and screaming... you'd be tired and he'd be none the wiser to kiss your closed eye-lids as he, with all his half-assed heart, would clean you up with a tissue.

afterall, you're gonna be a mother.

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what if he went into the games for the money of his child what a cute idea. if it helps guys he would treat the kid bad whether or not its a son or daughter 😴 hope u guys like the filthy and mean with the confusing fluff🌻

[dipperpepper77]

Stuck in Winter.

Dipper's Depression

Tags: ANGST. LITERALLY SM ANGST. CAUTION! (Death, attempts, and substances mentioned) So sorry my little dippers. I had a dream and we will ALL suffer.

Context: You thought you had the wanderer mission controlled. You truly did. Hindsight is 20/20. You laid in a white coffin, cold and unmoving. You didn't really choose it out. But, white made you look like an angel. Their angel.

Xavier: He's a bundle of anxiety at this point. It was meant to be him first... right? He couldn't wait another lifetime for you. This one hit him the hardest. Three funerals. Three times he's had to lay you in the ground. He started writing. The shop was under his care since his friend wanted him to do something productive. Many books came to fruition. All with the same hero/heroine that had your charisma, looks, even the same jokes you told. Your memory laid in black ink on pages of devoted love. But, like clockwork Xavier would go to you apartment (he rented out your apartment when the lease ended). He would leave everything how you left it. "My light.. I'm home". No response.

Rafayel: Even he thought he'd make paintings in your honor. But, he couldn't. Everything reminded him of you and the you shaped hole in his heart. Grayson would see Rafayel having meltdowns constantly. Most of the time he'd throw or snap brushes that held paint that reminded him of you. Your hair color, the color of your lips, your eyes, etc. Your coffin laid in a mausoleum in the depths of the sea. He would always go visit it. Swimming laps around it before laying on top of the white coffin. "Cutie... I'm here. Missed me?" A crowd of fishes circled the mausoleum. His confirmation that you were listening.

Zayne: He's a mess. He got leave from work. Taking that time to visit all the places he went with you. One that journey he found a hallucinogenic. NO way would he ever do anything like this... but, he's desperate to see you. He laid there on his hotel bed. Clutching at his chest as he looked at the time go by. Why wasn't it working? Until it did. You laid on your side. It was so real... he could even feel you. Your warmth. The way you smiled at him. He nuzzled into you. "My love... stay." The cold hotel air lulled him to sleep. He slept well that night. The world wasn't that cruel to remind him he was holding a pillow and not you.

Sylus: He had bags under his eyes. He sat at the edge of his bed thinking your burial over and over again. Did he do a good job at sending you off? You were covered in all kinds of gemstones and beautiful shiny objects. He called over Luke and Kieran for an important task. Both getting a mausoleum behind his home. He was there every morning and night. Placing a soft kiss on your coffin. "Kitten... I'll be home soon alright" turned to desperation "Y/N... wake up. You're not still mad at me for leaving you first the first time... right?" Luke and Kieran weren't doing well either. They tried to walk up to comfort Sylus but ended up breaking down too. After all... who do you think left red and black painted roses on your coffin? Mephisto found his new resting spot on you. Never leaving you. Their best friend.

Caleb: The skin around his nails were red and raw. He was a mess. His only reason for living was gone. His emotions kept spiking only to neutralize. But, he was a pawn. Every single of his attempts were stopped in time. He allowed himself to kill without remorse. He was the ultimate killing machine for the fleet. His reward? The only reason he allowed this? Every night they gave him ten minutes. His memories altered. He saw you. You'd always praise him. You'd tell him you loved him. For a while it did work... it did. "Pipsqueak?... no... your eyes aren't that color..." The memories of you were getting fuzzy making the simulation not accurate. It scared him. He was forgetting you. He was losing you. "No.. TRY IT AGAIN. FUCK.. OUR PICTURES.. USE SOMETHING." His hands shook the more and more you stopped looking like yourself.

Dip Speaks: I'm SO sorry. I'll feed y'all something really good for compensation.

[malevoreenthusiast]

Blue Collar Belly

Hey all! Sorry for being MIA for a bit, but I'm back and certainly haven't forgotten about any of you. I wrote this short story for a close friend, but I ended up wanting to post it here, too. As always, requests and asks are welcome! Enjoy~

With the job of “safety-man,” Jacob didn’t have a lot to do, but that didn’t mean his task wasn’t important. Him and the crew had been working on this construction site amidst the breezy spring months, and the time was finally upon them where they could listen to the first notes of the cicadas buzzing in the outstretched hand of summer. As all of the guys shifted positions each day, Jacob was stuck with potentially the most boring of them all—holding the ladder steady while someone else did the foundations and construction part of the job.

The position wasn’t all bad, though, as Jacob was able to daydream in Wonderland whilst he coworkers did all of the hard, albeit interesting, work.It was about midday and his senior by about twelve years—John—was at the top of the ladder, working on some lighting issue in the house they were contracted in. As a fresh guy out of high school, the relaxed and carefree Jacob hadn’t been paying much attention to the task at hand, rather looking out a nearby window and thinking about an upcoming vacation he had with his family. 

His mind had in fact drifted so far from the ladder that he didn’t notice his grip slowly lessen on the ladder. What’s worse, John started losing his balance without the stability Jacob provided. So, one thing led to another, and a tiny slip caused John to come crashing down—right on top of Jacob

The loud noise snapped Jacob back to attention; he looked up and opened his mouth to shout at John, when both guys went toppling onto the hardwood floor. Somewhat dazed, Jacob tried getting up, but the bulky weight of John prevented that. Then, another feeling clouded the forefront of his brain—something was in his mouth. As a blue-collar boy, Jacob had been raised to eat what was given to him, no matter the flavor. So, an involuntary reaction caused him to swallow hard. When the thing in his mouth wan’t all the way down his throat, Jacob swallowed again, feeling John shift slightly above him.

“Woah, woah! The fuck are you doin’, kid?” John tried to get up, but he seemed to be stopped by something.

Jacob wanted to speak, but the meaty flavor in his mouth was getting in the way, so his body started gulping faster, trying to devour whatever he had managed to fit in his maw so he could answer his superior. One final gulp sent the entirety of John’s hairy arm down his throat, and Jacob finally realized what he had been doing. Someway, somehow, Jacob had engulfed the entirety of John’s forearm and hefty bicep and shoulder into his mouth. What’s worse, he couldn’t stop himself. Be it his body’s involuntary reaction or the habits he had grown up with, Jacob’s lips stretched apart inhumanly far, allowing John’s head to fall into his gullet, caressed by his spongy and desperate tongue. Instinctually, Jacob put both hands on his coworker-turned-meal and began to push him deeper down his throat. For some reason, John tasted delicious, and he didn’t want to stop. His body’s urges took control, and he slurped down the senior’s shoulders and chest with alarming haste and frightening ease. Jacob felt his stomach slowly expand to encompass John’s arm into his stomach chamber, followed by his head and shoulders. He didn’t know how he was doing this, but he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. His body gulped and slurped and swallowed and sucked without any of Jacob’s own input. John’s legs were slurped down like noodles, without any apparent difficulty on Jacob’s part. His belly, which had ripped his shirt open when he was at John’s waist, wobbled and made disgusting, grotesque gurgling noises as John settled inside his gut.

“Oh my—UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP—fuck. I’m—BBBBBWWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP—so sorry bro—sir! I don’t even,” Jacob marveled at what had just happened. He didn’t even think about doing…this. His body just swallowed his coworker for him, and what’s worse, it felt really good. Jacob rubbed a calloused hand over his spherical belly and felt it jostle with the living person trapped inside.

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A neon green construction vest and orange hard hat ejected out of Jacob’s mouth like a canon. Where John was, he wouldn’t really be needing these any more. Gingerly, Jacob stood up (which was still quite difficult, as he had to carry around the extra weight of his coworker) and gingerly made his way over to the company truck, opting to take his lunch break, even though he had just had quite a big lunch. He wanted to apologize to John, but hey, now that John’s spot was open, Jacob might get a pretty nice promotion. Plus, Jacob was the youngest on the crew, so it was about time that someone threw him a bone—he just didn’t expect it to be a whole skeleton. 

Inside the gurgling belly, John could faintly hear the unzipping of Jacob’s lunch box. How the hell could this kid think to eat at a time like this? He could already feel the digestive juices pouring into the stomach chamber, and his skin started tingling. Worse yet, his breathable oxygen was already faint with the worker’s immense and crass belches he let out. For Jacob to be enjoying his lunch like nothing ever happened felt like the ultimate insult. With what little strength John could muster, he began pounding at the fleshy walls of Jacob’s belly, trying fervently to escape.

“Easy now, big guy. UUUURRRPPPPP,” Jacob belched out the side of his mouth, leaking even more oxygen for John. “Look man, I was taught never to turn down a free meal, and it sucks, but that’s just the way life goes. Just let my belly take care of you, and I’ll handle the rest,” Jacob smirked before biting into a peanut butter jelly sandwich his mom had made him that morning. Something told him that this John wasn’t going to be the only guy squirming around in his belly that day.

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P.S. if you made it this far--Freddie's Feat pt. 3 is going to be my next story, so keep your eyes peeled for that coming soon! ;)

[ickytreats]

big girl getting stuck in a turnstile at the subway station after dark and taken advantage of by a stranger

Let me just say I hate going through the turnstiles anywhere because of this. I have a fear I'm going to get stuck/not fit. I gotta mentally prepare myself and be like "okay so if I go this way my thighs and waist fit better"

Idk how this could work but I can imagine trying to catch the last subway or something. Sometimes I'd even go on my tippy toes so that the more round area of my hips, bottom, and thighs aren't touching the turn thing. It's so embarrassing to get stuck especially like that. Trying my best to call for help or get myself out but it's not working. Until you get there and find me.

I'm already so flustered and tears are so close to falling from my eyes. I think finally someone can help me even though I'm crazy embarrassed. But they just pass by the turnstile next to me and stand in front of me. A-are you going to help me? I sniffle but then he grabs my face and I gasp grabbing his wrist what are you- he would start to grope me and those tears would quickly fall. Stop! I try to push his hands away as I hiccup through tears. Until he has a tight grip on my neck and is forcing me into a kiss.

As he kisses me he is undoing his belt. So stressed from work...the universe knew I needed a little whore to please me. He grumbles under his breath as he pulls away and makes me bend over enough to shove his cock in my mouth. I squeal and squirm as he collects my hair into his hands and uses it to control me. Guiding me into place to suck his cock as I keep crying. I can't even fit his length into my mouth but he starts to fuck My face forcing more of it in. He's moaning while using me for his sick pleasure.

After a while he pulls out finally letting me breathe properly. A line of spit connects me to his bobbing cock as I pant and sniffle looking up at him. He lets go of my hair to back through the turnstile and I start to panic again when I feel him behind me. Stop! Please! Not there! I-I'll keep sucking you off! But he ignores my pleas and digs into his pockets pulling out a pocket knife. Enough to rip a hole in my jeans and panties to get what he wants. I squeak when I feel the cold metal graze my cunt.

He doesn't waste time as he sinks his cock into me from behind. I let out a choked whine at the size and stretch. I knew he wasn't inside completely, i-i can't take your length please- I let out a small cry when he pushes more into me. Gripping my hips he starts to fuck into me and my eyes roll back as he hits that spot repeatedly. He wasn't saying a word to me other than moaning, I really was just someone for him to fuck.

I was shaking for multiple reasons it was cold, I was scared of getting caught like this, his cock was too much, and I was so close. Please... I let out a broken whine as I felt him wrap a hand into my hair and pull. Im forced to cum on his cock as he fucks into me quicker, he's close. Y-your not even using protection... Please. I whine almost sounding drunk as I sniffle. But that doesn't stop him as he moans and grunts into my ear. Pulling out then slamming back in multiple times until he's forced in extra deep and cumming.

He holds me there for a second before pulling out and fixing himself. I think he's going to leave me there until I feel him push me. I'm finally free of that thing as I fall onto the floor in front of it. His cum drips from me and onto the floor as he walks off.

[dpspcehntr]

Hello 🤗 I have a question that has crossed my mind from time to time and I would like your (and maybe your followers) opinion on this, if you don't mind.

Thinking realistically, rather than with a romantic notion, do you think the LaDs men have had much, if any, sexual experience that hasn't been with MC?

Would God of the Tides have concubines brought to him, or gone on dates as a land lubber? Or do you think his bond with MC would prevent him from 'engaging' with anyone else?

Did Xavier date anyone before MC joined the guardians (I don't know the name I forget lol)?

I don't know anything about Sylus

Would Zayne have had a prom date or a girlfriend before he met with the current timeline MC? I know he says we are his only experience, but does that include just kissing someone?

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! One, I have also been rotating this around in my brain for quite some time and how I feel very lightly colors how I write for them! I haven't read much (if any at all) of the myths so I will just be looking at the present. I love thinking about this cause tbh sometimes the characterizations in game are not as full as I would like. I won’t keep this long but if you want more detail I’m happy to add to this post! Anyway! Here are my thoughts!

Rafayel is literally the reason I had this thought in the first place. I thought it was so silly to think that he as a rich artsy boy had never ONCE hooked up with someone. He absolutely is a FUCKBOY! I will hear nothing else about it. I can't image he's not when so much of his overall characterization just oozes that kind of energy for me. My exception to this is that I don't think he enjoyed himself very much. Used sex kind of like a numbing thing cause he felt the void of your absence hard. He's not like a community dick kind of fuckboy but he has definitely been passed around a few times, if not as a professional then in art school.

Xavier is another one who I feel has some experience before (re)meeting MC. His experience is alot more clumsy and unsure compared to Rafayel. More of a situation like 'I want to be ready when I find her so I'm going to try it with someone else to be good at it. There may only be one person he's had sex with before MC and it was so bad she just had to leave. When that failed he just turned to erotica and p*rn to fill in the gaps. Eventually getting used to using his own imagination and getting off when needed. So when the time comes he's very prepared and VERY horny.

Sylus is a bit of a hard one because yes absolutely he is having sex with people before meeting MC. His overall vibe very much eludes to the fact that he has lived a life and I'm sure that is included. I don't think he's slinging it out to anyone who asks but he has been in some kind of relationship before. If anything we can say he is very comfortable having sex and has had sex before meeting MC. I have some more thoughts on this but I will keep it there for now!

Zayne from what I know has said that he isn't experienced and we are his first and I believe that. He very much gives full focus on the task at hand kind of man. Definitely not in high school but in med school I image him having a non serious fling with someone just to say he tried. They broke up soon after and he just never tried again until he and MC reconnected. That being said, he is a bit of a perv and has ALOT of pent up energy so once they start they literally don't stop. Like a weekend stuck in an endless loop of sleep, eat, fuck until he's at work desperate for you once again. The problem for him is learning how to control himself now that has MC.

My ask box is open for further conversations on this cause I genuinely love talking about this! Lets keep the conversation going!

[sirfrogsworth]

Early voting to beat the lines... the best-laid schemes of mice and men often go awry.

So... yesterday was quite the day.

After being stuck in bed for the past 6 weeks with some mystery slump, I was finally feeling better. So I decided I would try to cram as many errands into my day as possible. That works better for me when I drive out into the world because I end up only having to do one big recovery instead of a bunch of little recoveries.

My to-do list...

Go to the doctor

Vote early

Return oxygen machine to FedEx store for scammy eBay guy

Return Amazon package to the UPS store

Get gasoline for my whip

Go to Discount Tire to get my tires filled for free

Drop a check off for my lawn guy

Mail a secret package to Katrina at the US Post Office

It would have been nice if I could have gone to just one shipping place instead of all three, but the universe has a sense of humor and likes to do shit like that to me on a regular basis.

So, I get my checkup, it goes quick, no long wait, I'm feeling good.

As I get in my car, it starts to rain. It was an ugly day and it actually has not stopped raining to this very moment a day later. Just gray, windy, chilly, and wet. I look up the voting place and start the GPS.

Wipers and music on full blast, it's time to get my vote on.

When I reach my destination, I realize early voting is at some kind of private golf club. And at the center is a recreation center—which is a public building.

So it's like this private/public turducken situation.

I was expecting this errand to take 20 minutes. Because early voting always seemed like a way to get in before the crowds of election day for a more convenient voting experience.

But the parking lot was packed and I feared my expectations were about to be subverted.

As I walk through the parking lot I see a bunch of signs in the ground.

And a particular one caught my eye.

This is bullshit.

Like, just a straight up lie. No truth to it whatsoever.

Amendment 3 in Missouri basically restores abortion rights in the state. And Republicans have taken issue with the following language...

"The Government shall not deny or infringe upon a person's fundamental right to reproductive freedom, which is the right to make and carry out decisions about all matters relating to reproductive health care, including but not limited to prenatal care, childbirth, postpartum care, birth control, abortion care, miscarriage care, and respectful birthing conditions."

They claim the phrasing "but not limited to" means you can give an 8-year-old kid "sex change surgery."

This is how their online flyer puts it...

It could also include a free puppy.

Or a zillion bucks.

Or a clown will come to your house after the abortion and honk your nose.

It's ridiculous and desperate. I honestly don't know how it is legal for them to put a lie like that outside of a polling location, but here we are.

The organization "Missouri Stands with Women" is run by... a man.

It was set up by a lawyer named "Edward Greim" on behalf of the Federalist Society.

His law firm has a lovely biography about him. And a bunch of publicly available contact information. I say that for no reason whatsoever.

The Federalist Society funds all kinds of shit like this. Their main thing is installing conservative judges all over the country who will reinterpret or negate legislation. And they do it all to "stand with women" by taking away their reproductive rights.

Here is the board of directors of the Federalist Society.

Ya know, before I looked this up, I said to myself, "I bet it's going to be a sausage fest." I am psychic.

I think it would be more accurate to say they stand with A woman.

Just one.

And she sucks.

Nicole is a law professor at Notre Dame. She chose her Catholicism over her right to choose. The Catholic Church will fuck your rights and your children and Nicole will help them do it.

Anyway... back to my quick and easy voting experience...

So as I'm walking in to vote I keep passing a ton of these awful signs. I notice an older woman standing next to the aforementioned "child sex change" sign and she says, "Can I talk to you about Amendment 3?"

At this point, I'm pretty angry. I look her dead in the eyes and say with my most assholish tone, "NO." as I walk past her.

And then she finishes her sentence...

"...to protect the reproductive rights of women."

Ah, dammit.

I thought she was an old Karen but she was cool as heck. Standing out in the rain telling people the sign is bullshit. I wanted to turn around and apologize but I was stuck in full social anxiety mode so I just kept walking.

If that old lady happens to have a Tumblr and follows me and is willing to read this giant story... I just want to say I am sorry. I thought you were awful and I should have let you finish your sentence. You're super cool and I'm happy there are folks like you fighting for what is right.

I get inside and a young woman greets me. She tells me the line is in the next room and points. I still wasn't quite sure what the situation was. The parking lot being full gave me pause, but I was still hopeful I could have a swift early voting experience.

But I walk through the doors and into a huge gymnasium and my heart sinks.

It's hard to represent in pictures how long this line is.

It goes all the way to the end of the gym, loops around, and comes back. At first I was not too discouraged, because there was a nice gentle ramp at the start of the line.

But then I notice several sets of stairs at different stages of the line. And I'm just thinking how hard it would be to stand in this line and then also having to go up and down several sets of stairs.

So I go back to the young woman working there and ask what their accessible voting options are. And she told me I could do curbside voting and points outside. I then notice a line of cars wrapped around the parking lot. I don't know how I didn't see them walking in, but I guess I was too busy being a jerk to elderly progressive women.

My biggest concern was time.

The longer this takes, the more energy I use up, the longer my eventual recovery will be.

They tell me the car option is the slowest. And I could be in line for 2 to 3 hours. And then an old man who seemed to be in charge walks over and tells me the fastest option is to stand in line.

So I walk back out to my car and grab my cane and decide to try the long serpentine gynasium line.

I start walking up the ramp and some of the other folks see how slow and labored I'm walking and they start encouraging me. "You can do it! You got this!" Which I suppose was meant to be a positive helpful thing. But I found it to be embarrassing.

I get to the end of the line and notice most of the line has bleachers directly next to it. So I decide to sit down and rest and figure out how I am going to survive this experience.

It took me a while to recover from the long walk to this spot. I watched a bunch of people pass me by and the line was actually getting much longer as I rested. I was not really sure what to do. I was trying to problem-solve this situation but the answer that kept popping up in my mind was just... "go home."

But I felt this was too important and that wasn't really an option.

My best idea was to ask someone if they would hold my spot in line. Perhaps I could just sit in the bleachers and follow them around in the line, staying as close to them as I could. But my social anxiety was set to maximum and I was not finding the courage to ask someone.

After about 10 minutes of sitting, resting, and thinking, I basically say, "Fuck it, I'll try to stand in line."

I get up and start walking to the end of the line.

Then I hear a voice yell out to me.

"Hey, man! Come over here! This is your spot!"

A young man was waving at me. He was accompanied by his wife. Both of them were dressed in black and they had a sort of goth skater aesthetic going on. He had a competitively bushy beard, but with less gray. And she had very vivid purple hair.

I was a little confused and still processing what was happening. Then they both started waving at me to join them in line. They remembered I got there just before and told me I should be in front of them. I walk over and thank them. Then he suggests...

"Hey, why don't you just sit in the bleachers and follow us around the line."

He suggested my idea!

Without me asking!

I felt like he read my mind or something.

Can bearded people read each others' minds? Was this some beard skill I was unaware of?

"I got you, man. You just sit and we'll keep your place."

And his violet hair'd significant other agreed. "Yeah, we got you."

The kindness of strangers was more accessible than my polling place and I was just so thankful in that moment.

So I sat in the bleachers and watched them traverse the line. In the middle of the gym there were some teenagers playing basketball. And so I just rested and watched them play.

That young man in the red pants was like a goddamn Harlem Globetrotter. He was just embarrassing the others. He was bouncing the ball behind his back and through his legs and then he just danced around his opponents like a figure skater. It was such an unbalanced matchup. He might as well have been playing 4th graders. Not only was he significantly faster and more maneuverable, but he was consistently hitting 3-pointers.

And then during a break, he ran towards the hoop, jumped from the free throw line, flew all the way to the net, grabbed onto the rim, and proceeded to do several pull ups as if they were the easiest thing in the world. I don't think I've seen anyone jump that far and that high in real life and it was just a bonkers display of athleticism.

I spent the entire wait watching him humiliate the others—hoping he would get a full ride scholarship to some prestigious university.

And I hoped the other boys paid attention in school and got straight As, because basketball was not going to work out for them.

As my new goth skater friends progressed through the line, I would make sure to keep sight of them. Every once in a while I'd give them a head nod to acknowledge we were in this together. After an hour and a half they were at the final segment of the line, so I sat next to the wheelchair folks.

I probably could have argued to sit with them in the first place. But I really did not feel like making the case that I was just as disabled as them and needed that level of consideration. The old man running things seemed quite stressed and was putting out 8 fires at once. And my anxiety wasn't really cooperating enough to be assertive in my needs.

But it worked out in the end, so I'm not going to dwell on the lack of accommodation for people who weren't *visually* disabled.

My new bearded friend neared the end and waved me over. I thanked him and his wife profusely.

I joked, "Thank you for adopting a voter."

They seemed confused by my joke.

"No problem, man. Happy to help."

I told him and his wife they truly saved me. "I honestly don't think I would have made it through the line." And then I looked back...

I said, "As crazy as this is, I do find this kind of turnout encouraging." His wife agreed and said, "We were saying the same thing!" And then I thought, "Can the wives of bearded people absorb the mind reading ability? I hope she can't read my mind right now. Although, I'm mostly thinking that her hair is a really cool shade of purple, so she'd probably find that complimentary."

As I waited to get my ballot I could hear the happy couple behind me. They were very cute. They were making fun of each other in a very lovey-dovey fashion. I had high hopes they were going to grow old and gray and purple together based on their chemistry. And I was just so thankful they were able to recognize that I needed help without me asking. Because I probably would have just caved to my anxiety and not asked for help otherwise.

I got my ballot and sat down to fill in all of the appropriate squares. Thankfully I had prepared a cheat sheet on my phone.

It was an exact replica so I was able to copy it and finish quite rapidly.

Then I fed my votes into the vote-eating monster and they gave me a sticker.

My quick 20 minute adventure to vote early only took 2.5 hours!

And because I didn't want to buck tradition, I stood outside in the wind and the rain and took a voting selfie.

Yep, that seems about right.

Ah, crap... that was only the second thing on my to-do list.

Let's speedrun the rest of this story, shall we?

I drove to FedEx. I hauled a 40 pound box inside. I plopped it on the counter and said, "Man, this thing is heavy!" as I tried to catch my breath. The 20 year old working there then lifted it like it was a feather and I felt great about that.

I drove to the gas station because I was nearly on empty—that is both a metaphor and not a metaphor. I filled my ride with go juice.

I noticed I was a mile from the tire store and they fill up tires for free. So I did that and the guy was super nice and complimented my tires. I felt both weird and proud about having my tires complimented. Like, I had nothing to do with my tires being nice. But I accepted the praise on their behalf.

I drove to the UPS store. The last time I was there I made a scene. They refused to box up a return and I got upset and wasn't feeling well and they had to find a chair for me to sit in because I was going to faint. So I was hoping the same woman wasn't there, but she was. She didn't recognize me, so it was fine.

I drove to my lawn guy's house. He wasn't home. I dropped a check in his mailbox. My checks have corgis on them. My checks are cute.

I drove to the post office. I sent a secret package to my bestie, Katrina. I'd tell you what is in it, but it is an inside joke and you wouldn't get it. The woman noticed my voting sticker and I couldn't help thinking about what I just accomplished to get that sticker.

On my way out I noticed a miracle.

2 of the 4 doors were fixed!

I mean, I don't know why they couldn't fix all 4, but now the employees won't freeze in the winter. So I take that as a win. It only took a year and a half to accomplish and I'm sure all of my phone calls and emails did not help at all. But I'm going to pretend I saved the day regardless.

And then... I drove home.

5 hours of errands.

I was so fucking tired. My back was on fire with pain. I immediately collapsed into my bed. I passed out. And I slept for 14 hours.

The End

[aft4rhours]

Hey guys! 🩷 Thank you so much for your asks and messages 🩷

Honestly I just wanna get something off my chest. Someone asked me if I'm leaving or using a new blog. Both? I made a new blog, but somehow the thought of coming back here still feels so uncomfortable. And I realised it's because I addressed and worked through the 'hate' part and all.

But... there is also an issue I have had with my own readers that I didn't expect to have.

Look, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having your kinks and all. My blog itself is pretty crazy.

But... it's fictional.

It seems not only 'haters' can't separate reality from fiction, but sometimes readers too.

There is a reason I have never called my blog a "kink blog" (again, nothing wrong with that!), but rather stuck to horror.

I have talked about this before but as my interest in darker shows and works grew, I wanted to write a horror story and I realised I had no idea how to, because I have spent all my life writing pg 13 romance and fantasy 😭

I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. So I jumped into deep waters with requests, hoping for inspiration, and for the first time tried writing horror AND smut.

I love storytelling, I love exploring new things in writing, so even though the smut part is so big on my blog, I always give my characters personalities and back stories (at least I try lmao) and dive into their mental state because... I love writing.

And I did always want my blog to be a safe space for everyone... but that's including myself.

And I feel like some people just.... I'm sorry I'm just gonna say it.

What do you mean you want a fic based on the The Burning Sun Scandal. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. 😭 What do you mean you want me to write about your cousin. 😭😭

Am I crazy??? That's a REAL tragedy, guys, and it's so fucking upsetting and disrespectful to the survivors. And no one even stops to think the author might be upset or triggered bc they're a survivor too or bc this is, again, A REAL TRAGEDY????

It's like watching murder on a screen. It doesn't affect you the same way a real life murder with a real victim would! But it might still be too upsetting or violent so warnings exist for that.

"Um you write non con that happens in real life too" absolutely. But I am not getting inspo from REAL CASES involving REAL PEOPLE and real trauma. The people, places, events, are MADE UP, and if any feelings or situations are inspired by experiences, they're MY OWN experiences, and even then my work is far from reality.

I am not glorifying Dahmer and writing smut about him ok?

😭😭😭

And the thing is we talked about this before and I thought I made that super clear on my blog, always.

If it wasn't before, then I guess this is the post I'm gonna have to pin somewhere.

I just... I expected this from the tea blog clowns, who are shocked a writer writes fictional non con but advocates for real victims 😭 Like you write about war and suddenly you're a real life dictator. 😭

It's OK to make mistakes and learn. I'm just so so so tired of dealing with people who don't care to learn and it almost makes me feel bad for writing here. I know I can't be responsible for my readers and I can't control who follows me. But just.

If it wasn't clear before. Even though I have this in my intro post.

I'm sorry if you were looking for something else, there are other blogs for that. I'm just a writer writing fictional stories.

The only Burning Sun Scandal fic I would ever write would be with all the men getting, literally, burned to death. 💀

Anyway. Sorry, I had to get that out, I feel like I have had so much to deal with on this blog and I'm just working through it.

Take care of yourselves 🩷 hope you're all staying warm and eating well.

I will be back around to check in soon, maybe edit a fic? Who knows, maybe getting this out will make me feel better. Love you sm 🩷🫂

[unhonest-iago]

Earworm

Denki was constantly annoyed at his soulmate. Their connection was through music; he could hear every song that stuck in their head and vice versa. Unfortunately for Denki, anytime they discovered a new band, they'd listen to it for weeks to months on end. And then when the new one replaced the old, they started to remember some of the instrumentals again.

An incorrect snippet of the lyrics. Which then fills his brain on repeat to the point he's randomly humming it himself but has nothing to go on. It was never a song he knew, unable to help. Not that he could, he didn't even know who his soulmate was or if they even went to U.A.

'Buh ba-buh ba-buh,' Reader drums their fingers along their desk to the melody flowing through their mind. Sitting next to Hitoshi in class 1-B who had learned long ago how to tune them out. He had discovered that using his quirk just prolonged the torture for their soulmate. Only amplifying the noise level, forcing Reader to non-verbally process their thoughts.

'I'm with you, always,' trying to figure out the lyrics as he jotted down notes, unaware of the blond in class 1-A who wanted to electrocute himself. 'My love is on your side. I’m with you always.’

'What's wrong with dunce face?' Katsuki asks Eijirou when Denki flat out ignores him. Overstimulated by his soulmate, who is a few doors away. 'His soulmate is having another earworm,' laughing at his friend's misery. 'Denki, you could just hum another song to drown them out.' The internal aspect implied. 'Ugh, last time I did that, their brain made a stupid mash up,' groaning, Denki drops his head onto his arms. Cushioning it from hitting the hard wood of the desk.

‘Just look up the fucking song,’ if he could retaliate, he would’ve chosen the part from Kesha’s your love is my drug; banging my head against the wall. It was annoying that the one means of communication they had was bloody song lyrics. Luckily for Denki, the bell for lunch rang.

Both class 1-A and class 1-B now walking down to the cafeteria. Reader had finally remembered a bit of the chorus, ‘there’s a darkness at the heart of my soul, runs cold, runs deep.’ Reader’s packing up their stuff while Hitoshi walked ahead. Denki walking past the classroom, heard them humming. Stopping dead in his tracks, confusing Eijirou and Bakugou. He bursts through the door, ‘You!!’ Pointing at them. ‘You’re the reason why that song has been playing through my head on loop!’

‘Oh, shit. That’s right, the soulmates thing,’ they had completely forgotten about that. Some of their friends had already found their soulmates. Reader had thought that it would be wise to not fret over it when entering U.A. Not wanting it to get in the way of their hero training. ‘What do you mean the soulmates thing?’

‘Wait, the gummy bear song! That was you?’ Remembering how the song had gotten stuck in their head, but couldn’t recall where they had heard it from. ‘Was trying to get back at you. It didn’t work.’

‘But seriously, you didn’t know?’ Denki’s so confused. He’s glad to finally know who has been controlling the stereo inside his head. Finding out that they did in fact go to U.A. and seemed to be a quirk users. He was still a little pissed. But the main feeling was confusion, thinking they had never heard about soulmates. Which couldn’t be the case. ‘Oh, no, I know about soulmates. Simply thought I’d run into mine eventually. Didn’t want it to distract from all the hero stuff.’

Denki decides ‘fuck it,’ and pushed his conflicting emotions to the wayside. Now wanting to know more about them. ‘Well, we’ve met. Hi, I’m Denki and we’re hanging out for lunch,’ quickly grabbing Reader by the hand and directing them towards the cafeteria. ‘Name’s y/n. In case you wanted to know, mr kidnapper.’

[sir-kettle-of-countertop]

Hey! I just wanted to say that I can't wait to learn more about Kurt and Stein's deal, because I got a song stuck ony head that reminds me SO MUCH of the comic you drew, but I feel it's still too soon to say if the song fits the characters or not (that doesn't stop me from rattling the bars of me enclosure every time I hear the song)

In any case, have a wonderful day!!! ✨✨

YOU. SHARE THE SONG. I'M SO CURIOUS NOW

And aaaaaaaa I'm working on it! It's just that with ref making and exam prep I haven't been able to work on p2 yet ;-; it WILL happen tho 100% and goddamn I'm also so excited to do it! I think I have such a GOOD scene in mind- I can barely contain myself from spoiling it early ;-;

I'm also. So excited to show Kurt's perspective on things in general cause that man has it ROUGH and imo pretty damn interesting. I wish I could try to illustrate in drawing what his life feels like to him, but that's above my pay grade I'd say.

In nutshell Kurt on bad days feels like he's stuck in his personal time loop. Still stuck in the day he got shot while his life moves on forward around him.

Before his ability to form new memories started somewhat recovering he felt like he's always dreaming - one moment he was talking with a Storch outside, he turns around, now he's in his office. No recall on when and how he got there... did he even talk with a Storch?.. who was she? It must be Mei, he saw her just yesterday... Wait, now he was told that she died months ago... Then, repeat the whole interaction with no memory of it happening before.

And it's this with everything. A deeply confusing, hellish existence, mess of garbled thoughts, intact old memories and half-formed new memories. That man had to put himself back together from ground up. That is also why he decided on naming himself Kurt once he got a firmer grip on his consciousness - first to orient himself in time better, then to separate the old, dead, self - Adler, and the new self that stubbornly keeps on living - Kurt. Now on good days he simply appears a bit forgetful - one wouldn't even guess that there was something wrong with him if not for the metallic plate.

Stein played a big role in his recovery - at first unintentionally. He was a person Kurt never knew before his head trauma, so no old memories to rely on. Stein's plan to get some company consequence-free actually worked, as Kurt couldn't remember him as soon as he left. But as they met and talked daily, and Kurt's health started recovering he was able piece together more and more of new events in his life - and be able to do so easily as it became routine.

To explain the ending of part 1 of the comic better - with time he remembered Stein... and hid it from him for a while, for multiple reasons you can probably already guess but which I'll layout in part 2 :)

And just. A THEIR RELATIONSHIP-

me @ Stein: hey isn't it messed up that you deliberately exploited his disability to find out a lot about him - things he would never share normally - through fucking trial and error? Know exactly what to say, what to do, how to get his favour and trust as quickly as possible? That besides that you're also way, way stronger than him physically?

me @ Kurt: hey isn't it messed up that he is your subordinate and that you have direct control over most of his life? That you can, at will, order almost anything to change it to your whim and that he will have no say to protest it? That he is an outcast and really doesn't have anyone to rely on besides you - including relying on you lying and faking documents for him to not get decommissioned?

There's a lot of dancing around power dynamics on both sides there.

Both trust each other deeply NOT to abuse that power.

And they do have a lot of reasons to like each other (hopefully I can explain it...). Both are deeply passionate about things they like, and are eager to share it with each other. They appreciate both being able to connect and agree on lots of things, and to hear each other's different perspectives. The kindness and care - Stein doing his best to help Kurt with his memory, checking in with his state, writing down reminders for him, accompanying him to where he needs to be at just to be sure that he won't get lost, smuggling him drawing supplies (Kurt picked on drawing as it helps him with recall. And he just likes it); Kurt trying to make Stein's life less miserable overall, introduce him to new people (such as Myoti), buying him nature documentaries to watch, taking him out to the (out of access for most Replikas without official permission) facility's botanical garden, making sure he feels appreciated. They simply enjoy being with each other!

I can talk about it so much I feel exactly like fuckin Kurt just going on an insane breathless rant whenever somebody shows the slightest hint of an interest I'm so sorry

I'll only for now add 1 detail that I found amusing - Kurt for a while had NO IDEA that Geiers are not like Mynahs and that they could remove their chestplate and protective clothing. He just went. Well that's fine. We'll figure it out...

And then when the topic finally came up and Stein was like oh no I can put it off, wanna see?

And he saw. And his OS crashed. And he went through at least 3 separate internal crisises:

oh FUCK. YEAH, I'M DEFINITELY BI

oh FUCK. SO THEY WEAR PROPER CLOTHES. WHY DON'T I

oh FUCK. I'M ALWAYS ESSENTIALLY HALF-NAKED. THAT'S EMBARRASSING

And while he stood there completely dumbfounded, Stein is just: "am i this ugly? :( "

[actual-changeling]

I think in like. 90% of "they're handcuffed to each other" scenarios, they would not care. It would barely affect their work at all. They'd keep them on even once they have the key because this is the perfect 'for the love of God, do NOT get kidnapped again' insurance.

However.

There are those delicious 10% right in the middle of the Diana mess that would make for the most painful, angsty, hurt/comfort fic you can imagine. Arcadia, but turned up to 11.

This was not supposed to be anything resembling said fic and instead stay a shitpost—but here we are.

———

They're fighting over who gets to be in charge of movement immediately, and they do not stop . They keep tripping because they decide to suddenly walk in two different directions, and their wrists are chafed and bloody.

They keep going like that for a while until their lack of coordination and teamwork almost gets them killed, and then they're stuck hiding in a small, dark space, forced to TALK.

Imagine a janitor's closet or a small, windowless bathroom.

First, there's silence.

Then, one of them dares to say a word, and suddenly they're at each other's throats, going straight for the jugular.

Petty fighting turns into insults, which turn into months of pent-up emotions spilling out without any control over how, and they both say things they'll definitely regret later on.

Until it finally reaches a breaking point when Mulder—annoyed, frustrated, confused—cuts her off and says, "You're making it personal again, Scully."

Her mouth closes with an audible click, and she freezes before shuffling as far away from him as she possibly can. He realises he has fucked up. A lot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Oh, you meant it, Mulder; don't backpedal. You meant it now, and you meant it back then too."

"Scully—"

"Shut up."

She's exhausted. So fucking tired. You made me a whole person to get her to stay, and she'd believed him. Damn it all, she had believed him. Just for him to turn it into a lie and destroy her trust within seconds.

"What does it take? For this thing to come up and bite you on the ass? I saw these creatures. I saw them burst to life. You would've seen them, too, but you were infected with that virus. You were passed out over my shoulder."   "Mulder, I know what you did. I know what happened to me, but without ignoring the science, I can't… Listen, Mulder. You told me that my science kept you honest. That it made you question your assumptions. That by it, I'd made you a whole person. If I change now… it wouldn't be right or honest."   "I'm talking about extraterrestrial life alive on this planet in our lifetime. Forces that dwarf and precede all human history. I'm sorry, Scully, but this time your science is wrong."

He had walked away from her without a second of hesitation, and she wishes she could walk away from him now.

Six years of loyalty and trust, and for what? To end up as the second-best, easily forgotten choice? To be wanted not for herself but as a placeholder, a substitute for someone else?

Forgiveness, over and over, without hesitation, and Mulder took it for granted. Of course, she will do what he wants. Even when he goes behind her back. Even when he tricks her into it. Even when he leaves her behind with barely a word. Even when she has no reason to do it except because it's him.

Because it's personal.

It has always been personal, but suddenly it's a fallacy she spun out of nothing and not the foundation of their partnership.

"I shouldn't have said that, Scully, i—"

I'm asking you to trust my judgment. To trust me.

"Mulder, shut. up."

He hadn't trusted her. She still trusts him and hates herself for it. What's the point of trusting someone when the reward is rejection and loneliness? When he stopped trusting her God knows how long ago?

The skin on her right wrist burns with abrasions, but she refuses to budge. Pain is sharp and honest, grounding and constant. She trusts pain more than she trusts him.

Time is hard to tell in the dark, it could be minutes or hours of waiting until she can feel his fingertips brush against her palm; she suppresses the urge to flinch. Mulder's touch is warm and light, not meant to ask but to offer, and her body betrays her mind and allows him to interlace their fingers.

God, she misses him. 

Underneath all that bubbling anger and lingering betrayal, she misses her partner. She misses him and the person she knows she can be with him—lighthearted, happy, alive. Contented hours of searching through files and writing reports have become a necessary sacrifice; suffocating spans of time she counts down by the minute.

It was never about the desk. It is not about Diana, not really. 

Maybe the darkness makes them both a bit braver, a bit softer around the edges, because she lets out a deep sigh and wills the tension to leave her muscles. If they keep going the way they have in recent weeks, they will break apart sooner rather than later, and she doesn't want to lose him, she never has. 

All she wants is to get her best friend back and to keep him for however long the world will allow. Not a clean slate or a new beginning, but a second chance for both of them. 

Caught between either extending an olive branch or ending up alone, it is easy to choose. Because it's personal, always has been, and always will be.

The pressure around her wrist disappears when she stops trying to keep her arm from him, and he hesitantly squeezes her hand—she slowly squeezes back.

"I'm sorry. for all of it. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I'm so, so sorry."

Scully pushes herself backward so she is leaning against him again, and when she closes her eyes, she can almost pretend they're somewhere, anywhere else, and she's finally coming home.

"I know, Mulder. I know."

[tyrantisterror]

Wife Goals: Hexadecimal

Hey fuckers. It's February, my Seasonal Affective Disorder is at its peak, and romance is on my mind whether I like it or not. So I'm going to ramble/gush about some of my favorite female characters in fiction, in a painfully honest and deeply cringe way, because fuck you that's why. We live in a post-Muncher society, you can't fucking stop me.

We're beginning with Hexadecimal from the 90's early CGI cartoon Reboot. I feel like most of tumblr's userbase was too young to watch that show. A lot of you were probably born after it aired. God I'm old. I'm so old and alone. Fuck.

Anyway, the premise of Reboot was that there was an entire world within your computer, with every program and file being people who lived inside the big city that makes up the computer itself. The city everything takes place in is called Mainframe, the main character was a security program, most of the citizens were shaped like 1's and 0's (binary code, get it?), everyone talked about things taking nanoseconds because one of the other conceits is that the people inside the computer experience time differently than humans, etc.

The villains of Reboot, at least initially, were computer viruses. One, the primary antagonist, was Megabyte, an evil overlord who wanted to take control of Mainframe by force - sort of the picture of a Lawful Evil villain, in D&D terms. The other, his sister, was Hexadecimal, the self-professed Queen of Chaos, who is more of a wicked witch (get it? Hex-adecimal!) that existed to cause mischief and mayhem for the sake of it. The Chaotic Evil to Megabyte's Lawful Evil, if you will - though as the series went on, calling Hex "evil" became more and more inaccurate.

Reboot was one of the first fully CGI cartoons, and it used the limitations of that early technology as a jumping off point to get creative with its setting and character concepts. Hexadecimal is very much a case in point for that - rigging face animations, especially on a humanoid face, is complicated and time-consuming, which is why there were very few humanoid characters in the first season of Reboot (and hence most of the case being made of 1's and 0's). For Hex, they decided to get around this by giving her a gimmick: Hexadecimal doesn't have a true face of her own, but rather dozens upon dozens of masks that she switches between with a wave of her hand. The result is that 1. the animators didn't need to work on in-between frames for her change in facial expression, saving a good bit of time and money and 2. Hexadecimal's mood changes are really, REALLY weird and unsettling to witness, selling her as some sort of supernatural monstrosity. She is magical in a dark, spooky way, even when just expressing feelings, and the result is a visual that really sticks with you - one that never would have been done if not for the limitations of that early CGI.

Of course, one of the other reasons Hexadecimal might have stuck out is that she was, uh... well, sexualized qutie a bit. Look, I'm not going to mince terms, there were some horny bastards working at Mainframe Entertainment (the company that made Reboot). These are the same animators who reportedly based Blackarachnia's design in Beast Wars after a stripper they saw while going out after work one night. In the first season of this show Hexadecimal full-figured and prone to walking in a very sultry way. When the show got dropped by ABC and picked up by another network, they put her in a full-on dominatrix outfit. Hex was always intended to be sexy.

And, like, ten-year old me didn't fully understand that when watching this show. But I do think that it was at least part of why my pre-adolescent brain because very obsessed with Hexadecimal, moreso than any of the other Reboot characters. She was interesting, for a lot of reasons, some of which I understood (funny scary monster villain lady) and some that I didn't understand but, like, vibed with intensely in ways that were formative and probably life-ruining.

Thankfully Hexadecimal was also just a very well-written character, perhaps the best in all of Reboot. Her first episode establishes the base components of her characterization that the rest of the show would build upon. Hex unleashes a computer bug using code from a paint program, which turns everyone who encounters it to stone. She specifically unleashes it by hiding it in a package and pretending to guard it, which makes her brother/rival villain, Megabyte, think it's some important mcguffin that he should steal. He does, and ends up the first victim of the medusa bug, which then spreads through all his minions, and then through all the different ways he has to sneak into the heart of Mainframe city, eventually infecting almost every citizen.

Already we establish several things about Hex: first, her schemes aren't about conquering people, but causing mayhem and havoc for the sake of it. Second, despite her chaotic nature, she's smart enough to make proper evil schemes. Third, she's a good judge of character in her way, as she figured the easiest way to get Megabyte to take the bait was to pretend she had something valuable for him to steal. Fourth, despite also being "evil," she's not on good terms with her brother/rival villain, and in fact wants to take him out first before anyone else. Fifth, holy shit she is SO much more powerful than the main bad guy, it's her first episode and she already almost won!

Almost. Of course, Bob, our hero security program, goes to Hexadecimal to try and stop her, at which point we find out Hex has something of a manic crush on Bob (as she articulates later in the series, "Oh Bob, I don't know whether to kiss you OR KILL YOU!"), and is actually willing to hear him out when he comes in doing his hero routine. Luckily, Bob is clever too, and decides to beat Hex the same way she beat Megabyte - he tells her that she should be proud of how orderly she made Mainframe. After all, with everyone turned to stone, nothing will change - it'll all be the same forever, quiet, calm, peaceful, and boring. Hexadecimal, the self-professed Queen of Chaos, immediately realizes she's made a nightmare for herself, and undoes her evil scheme with a wave of her hand before letting Bob go out of gratitude for keeping her from making a horrible mistake.

Which is the most important thing we've learned about Hexadecimal in her debut: she values freedom. Oh, she calls it chaos, yes, but Hexadecimal's biggest belief is that people should have the freedom to make their own choices, no matter how violent and destructive they may be. She's an anarchist first and foremost, and she values freedom so much that she'd gladly admit she was wrong and undo a successful scheme if someone correctly points out that said scheme goes against her ideals.

Especially if that someone is the guy she likes.

Hexadecimal is a supremely powerful villain who can't really be overpowered, but can be reached and defeated emotionally. As the show goes on, dealing with Hex increasingly becomes focused on building a relationship with her, and for most of the runtime Bob is the only person who is both brave and compassionate enough to try and give it a shot. While he doesn't share Hexadecimal's romantic feelings, he nonetheless feels there is something good buried deep beneath her mania, and that she is worth reaching out to.

And we in turn see that is is 100% correct. For all her supervillain antics, her ranting and raving, her violent outbursts and maniacal schemes, Hexadecimal is at her core an intensely lonely person, someone who craves affection but drives off almost everyone who gets close because of her psychological instability. She deeply wants people to love - she dotes on her little cat-like follower, Scuzzy, and she's also kind to nulls, creatures made from broken programs in the computer world that most people regard as vermin. And there are so many times when Hexadecimal's latest scheme is something Bob just... talks her out of.

Given the nature of serialized storytelling, Hexadecimal's vast strength did not stay insurmountable, and there were several times where she was humbled to show how great the new threat in the story was. Perhaps the most important was when Megabyte finally managed to get one over on her, literally shackling her with a control collar like she was a rabid dog and forcing her to be a living power source for his weaponry. Eventually Hex broke free (as she says, "Chaos will always triumph over order! It is the way of things!"), but at the cost of breaking herself further, which is visually represented by a crack forming on her mask. Bob, who'd been away for some time at this point (watch the show to know why), finds her and helps her fix her map - and this act of kindness, of care, of healing allows Hex to express emotions without swapping her mask for the first time, and, in the process, express herself with more self control. The children's cartoon show equivalent of finally getting this poor woman the meds she needs.

Unfortunately, most of the other characters weren't willing to forgive Hex for her past actions, and she spent the final season regarded with suspicion and coldness by all the other people of Mainframe even as she tried to turn over a new leaf. And while Bob cared about her, he didn't love her, a fact she had trouble accepting. The tragedy of this came to a head when the main threat of the fourth season, a new virus named Daemon whose plot was even more apocalyptic than anything Hex came up with in her villainous prime, unleashed a doomsday infection that could only be stopped by another virus - and even then, that virus would be sacrificing their life to pull it off. Hexadecimal willingly chooses to do it, happily even, with a smile on her face - because while she was going to die, the people she cared about would live, and perhaps think a little better of viruses like her as a result.

I think that is what made Hexadecimal stick with me more than anything - more than the cool mask, the awesome villain antics, or the 90's cartoon age-inappropriate sexy character design. Hexadecimal, more than anything else, is defined by her love for others and her desire for them to be free to live their lives as they choose. That means they can choose not to love her, not to forgive her, not to include her. They're free, that's their choice, just as it's her choice whether or not to love them in spite of it, and her choice to die for their freedom and happiness. She loved so, so deeply, and the thing that sticks with me, the thing that broke my heart as a kid and breaks it now, is that no one ever loved her back.

Yeah, she was creepy and maniacal and almost killed a bunch of people a lot of times, but she was also so full of love, and all she really needed was for it to be reciprocated! She needed people who were willing to care for her, even just a little bit - and she deserved people who cared a lot more than that, because if she was willing to do so much good for so little, imagine what good she could have done if someone loved her as much as she loved them.

Anyway, while I had many precocious crushes before Hexadecimal, I'm pretty sure she's the reason why my "type" seems to be "women who are made entirely out of Red Flags." And maybe that's ok.

...

no it's not ok why am I like this

[vonbabbitt]

A bit of a long positive rant here I really love how inspirational Tetro is for me. When I find myself stressed, not knowing what the right way to think about things is, I look at my favorite piece of media. One episode in particular that I really like is [Breathe In]. Ojima does a really good job at expressing how I feel when I get panic attacks and stuff. And Hiroaki does a good job at being the kind of comfort I wish I had. So, whenever I get overwhelmed (typically at night when I can't sleep), I like to think about the way Hiroaki tells Ojima to breathe in and out. It almost always works. For the longest time, I always hated being told to "just take a deep breath." because I hated being aware that I was breathing. It made me have a little difficulty breathing. But with Hiroaki, his voice is so calm, and his words are so gentle and comforting. I love that. Apart from that, one like in particular from Hiroaki I really liked in that episode was "You wanna just take a minute? I'll be quiet." Something about being given some time to just sit in silence for a little bit with someone you care about is so nice to me. On the topic of more Hiroaki/Ojima interactions that bring me comfort, heres some lines that I think about a lot that really comfort me! "You can start treating people better, you can improve!" "Stop thinking about what everyone else thinks of you!" "You can be better; you can do that. You can be the kind of person you like." "This you that picks fights for no reason and tries to hurt people and- that's not fulfilling for you. You're not that kind of person." "That's a really big step Takeshi. I'm proud of you." "Don't think about any of that shit tonight. Just think about this. Think about now. I'm here, okay?" "But if you ever decide you're ready to think about it, you can think about it with me." Going more into other characters, I really want to talk about [Bruise]. And specifically, about Mai. She's someone who went through a lot just like everyone else. But god the way she says this: "The only thing you can do is keep going and make your life about you again." "I just kept a good head on my shoulders and kept reminding myself that as long as I wasn't the type who would kidnap a little girl and lock her in a closet, I'd always be above him and I wouldn't let someone that awful take control over my entire life like that. It's my life, not his. I wanted to let myself move on. I didn't want my whole life to be about what he did." It was so inspiring to me. I don't want to keep letting the people who have hurt me in the past to continue hurting me. I want to be like Mai. Speaking of Mai, I have more lines from her that just really make me happy to think about. I love her. "Any woman in the fucking universe who would hit you? That's not a woman you need to be spending your fucking time with." "You shouldn't be agonizing over shit that wasn't your fault. They wanted to hurt you; that's why you got hurt." "That is not what love looks like." And my absolute favorite: "I'm not gonna let you hate yourself because somebody else decided to hurt you." I have so many more favorite comforting moments like these I'd like to share but I wouldn't want to annoy you any further with my rants if you dislike them haha ^^;

this was a really great read anon, im so glad you were able to connect with tetro like that and that so many specific scenes stuck out to you! i love hearing the specifics of what you guys enjoy lmao. thank you for the ask!

[symphonic-scream]

Posting little notes from WIPs and AUs 4/infinity; P5 Monsters au

Overview: Morgana, the magic Being of light, loses his powers due to a trick from the being of Dark, and he recruits magic/monster teens to get his magic back from humans who received it to do Bad Things

What everyone is: Joker - Witch. Ryuji - Undead. Ann - Succubus. Yusuke - Kitsune. Makoto - werewolf. Futaba - Haunted. Haru - Cat Selkie. Sumire - Changeling. Goro - Vampire.

Now it's time for notes!

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The difference between the beginning companions in magic world Persona like

Joker has just met this cat who awakened fucking magic within him and form a contract to become his familiar while also claiming to be the most powerful sorcerer to ever exist

And then he watched a boy get hit by a car

And then

Just get up

Ryuji: met god and she cringed and sent me back lmao

And then there's the succubus who's just really gay and wants her gf to stop acting charmed

Vs the next two companions;

Kitsune who upon learning the truth about his mother's death causes an entire art gallery to lose their minds temporarily

And a werewolf who just. Killed a few Mafia members

The next two are ramped down a bit cause it's Futaba who's haunted by Sophia, she been knew, and for Haru they just get her coat back from her dad/Sugimura

Sumire: so how'd you all meet?

Ryuji: I got hit by a car

Ann: they're gay and so am I it worked out

Yusuke: I lost control of myself and nearly shattered the minds of twelve innocents and one bastard man. They brought me back from the brink

Makoto: I killed a few Mafia higher ups and they helped hide me from them afterwards

Futaba: I found them lmao

Haru: at school! And, they saved me,

$$

Yusuke forgets to blink sometimes.

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"we all wear costumes when we do magic business. Makes it feel special!"

"And so no one will recognize us."

"Okay but. Why is Yusuke wearing that scarf. He's a fox. Do you expect me to wear a scarf as a wolf?"

"Yes. And he likes it!"

Ryuji wears a zombie mask from Party City

Little wolf Makoto wearing a bandana during the outings, navy blue. In her human form she keeps the ears and tail, along with a navy cloth mask, like a ninja turtle style

Makoto tugs the mask down around her neck when she hands Haru her coat back,, "This is for you,"

$$

Shiho sending Ann like both the sappiest messages and also the dumbest

"thought about eating a bee today"

"I miss you like I'd miss my heart if it was missing, I can't wait to see you again my love"

Ann: she's perfect,,

Ann with Shiho like;

"Even when we're not touching,, she still looks at me the same way, like- like I'm the reason her world spins."

Shiho: I don't think your power works on me... Cause I love you already! There's no need for any charm when you've already got my heart

Ann: a-aaaaaaaaaaa,,

Shiho comes over for a Phantom cuddle day in Leblanc once and goes all starry eyed when she spots the big fluffy cat sprawled over Makoto's lap

Shiho: KITTY?!

Ann: that's our friend Haru! She's Makoto's girlfriend, so maybe she'd let you cuddle if you asked

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Makoto lore. She's turned! She was attacked not long after their dad died and Sae is doing everything possible to keep it a secret. This includes full moons locked in a dark boiler room, and. A change in uniform

Why? Makoto is so repressed she can't poof the tail away. She can do the ears and claws, sure, but the tail? It's stuck permanently.

Makoto: ...I can't wear a skirt to school-

Sae: sighs I'll get you permission to wear the uniform pants

And. God. The night she joins the Phantoms-

The phantoms: oh boy can't wait to investigate this Mafia boss who might have magic ties!

They show up just in time to find a full moon werewolf standing over a few corpses, maw dripping with blood, an essence of raw magic in the air

Morgana: ...well I think we have our answer-

Morgana just starts absorbing his magic back and the watch Makoto start to stumble, growls slowly slipping away into more human whimpers

Makoto is all Shakey cause she's not supposed to be out this late this is a mistake-

The others watching this giant wolf transform back, not knowing what to expect

And then. There's their student council president

And

And shes. Less than dressed. And freaking out.

Ann: shh, hey, it's gonna be okay, here take my jacket, cover up a bit

Ryuji: shit! She's totally naked- bro here take my pants-

Makoto: Wha- Takamaki?? Sakamoto???

Joker:

Makoto: YOU???

Yusuke: I am also here

Makoto: ...I don't know who you are

Yusuke: Yusuke Kitagawa, nice to meet you. I am a Kitsune.

Ann: yeah, yeah, we're also m-

Makoto: monsters?

Joker: magic. No one's a monster, besides the evil in society

Makoto: ...well I just killed like half a Mafia so

Ryuji: oh shit you killed more people? Like, guards and shit?

Makoto: I think so? My memory is always fuzzy after a full moon...SHIT I HAVE TO GET BACK TO THE BASEMENT, SIS WILL FREAK IF IM GONE

And it becomes MISSION: get Makoto home without getting picked up by the mafia or the police

"makoto we gotta hose you down your COVERED in blood"

Makoto: ...oh god is that what I'm tasting?

Ann: alright boys, stay here. We'll be back once we get her cleaned up. Joker, can you get us some spare clothes? Just to get her home?

Ryuji: why can't we help? It'll be faster

Ann: ...dude

Ryuji: what

Ann: no,

Ann comes back with a dazed Makoto later: so uhm. We found something out.

Makoto: I'm very gay.

Ann: so uhm. We're not allowed to touch anymore ahaha-

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Gay section

When they steal back Haru's coat, Makoto is the one to hand it over. Haru's cat form is a big ragdoll cat, so she's all fluffy and floppy

Haru does a big stretch and presses her big ol paws against Makoto's face

There's a photo somewhere of Haru carrying Wolfkoto like those people carrying Akitas, cause she's scared of the dark,

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Sae: goodnight, Makoto. Get some rest, but make sure you've finished your homework.

Makoto: yes sis, goodnight!

The door closes and Haru jumps out of her bag and shucks her coat off to become human

Haru: can I borrow some PJs? I left all mine at Ann's...

Makoto: of course, Darling, come pick some out

Haru presses a kiss to her cheek and grabs some old, fluffy hoodie from a school trip in their first year: can you wear this for an hour first? I want it to be warm like you,

Makoto: ...I'm gonna sweat a lot

Haru: please? For me?

Makoto: fine,

Haru cuddling up to Makoto's side, nuzzling all close to the place at her neck and shoulder, soft purrs,

When she wakes up, she's pressing soft sleepy kisses to Makoto's shoulder, bundles up in that old hoodie whil Makoto is in like, a tank or like a sports bra or something

Makoto grumbles a bit as she wakes up but Haru gets more affectionate and her grumpiness melts away

$$

After her dad dies via vampire draining, Haru stays with Ann

Haru: I know I'm staying at your house and it's our of the kindness in your heart but I asked Makoto to watch a movie and sleep over after our date tomorrow so. Could you go spend time with Shiho? Or one of the guys?

Ann: as much as I'd like to stay and watch you two make out, I'll leave you to your privacy. I've been meaning to take Shiho out anyways

Haru: thank you!!

Haru: we might not even make out, it's our first date after all,

Ann: Makoto stares at you like you're made of stars, Haru. She's not gonna say no if you ask her to make out a little

Haru: she likes me that much?

Ann: she's head over heels for you

She starts looking for the ways Makoto looks at her on their date. She catches the affectionate little glances, sees the absolute love in her eyes

So it really surprises her when Makoto is actually watching that movie and not kissing her in the dark on the couch

"does she not like being affectionate like that?"

Meanwhile, Makoto; "This movie sucks. But if Haru picked it I have to give it my utmost attention"

But once they start the soft kissing in the dark, it's over for both of them

At some point Makoto has to like, pull back all awkward like: h-hey uhm, this is great- too great, uhm, I have to go put on the werewolf sweats, my tail is going. Wild.

Haru: oh! Uhm, go ahead, free the tail

Makoto comes back all awkward, stiff, tail wagging like no tomorrow

Haru has heart eyes

"wow, I don't have to ask how that was for you, huh?"

"Ahaha, yeah- uhm,, can we go back? To kissing? I like kissing you a lot,"

The sound of Makoto's tail smacking the couch as they kiss slash make out, Makoto has this completely love-struck look in her eyes

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I have so much more I'm cutting it off here you'll get more magic another night (or sooner. If you, ask...)

[horuslupercal]

got asked on the Guilliman post so

How Primarchs Cry (To Me)

Lion: represses and represses and represses and then hides away in a closet squished into the corner like a cat on its deathbed but otherwise cries pretty normally. do not point it out to him. gets defensive if you point it out

Fulgrim: gets headaches from crying so hard. keeps a handkerchief nearby because his face gets all gross. at some point in every hardcore crying session he verbally says, "enough." because it annoys him

Perturabo: trying everything in his power to give off the vibe that he never cries. takes every breath very carefully to make sure it's silent, confidently strides off away from this shit (hides away), etc

Khan: is fine, is fine, is fine, and then he's laying in bed and suddenly has to bolt upright to cry into his hands because holy shit that's sure a wave of emotion. it's okay, it'll pass, but hooooly shit at this exact moment it hurts. doesn't want to be seen but it's not the worst thing in the world if he is

Russ: crawls under Freki and Geri like when they were pups and cries for a good while. at some point he rolls over and runs his hand over his face and then grabs one of his brothers around the neck for a wrestle session and he's either fine or he's fine enough to keep on keeping on

Dorn: goes to a private room, does the "I am in control of my emotions" like Spock in that one TOS episode, and then spins around and puts his fist through the wall. opens the door with a hole in the wall and his hair no longer perfectly coiffed and his face blotchy and red and tells you he wasn't crying

Konrad: either silently weeping or wailing like a banshee. never in between. he doesn't choose which.

Sanguinius: the only primarch who can pretty cry but only up to a certain level. at some point he starts screaming and wailing like a fox caught in a bear trap and doubling over in pain and his hair gets all stuck to his face

Ferrus: throws tantrums. doesn't collapse to the floor like a toddler but does start breaking things. makes fun of the reason for his upset -- the mid-funeral roast session in some au where Fulgrim dies pre-heresy would get him cancelled on twitter because it's the only way he can deal with something that shattering. I'm pretty sure I got that headcanon from @luwupercal actually

Angron: cries for all sorts of reasons. sometimes the nails make him cry, not because they hurt or because he hates them but just because they're directly fucking with his brain chemistry. that's the kind of passive cry where he's crying but it's not an event, it's just his tear ducts doing their thing. used to seek out comfort from his siblings in the pit when he was crying from emotion, now he flips tables and screams

Guilliman: an asthmatic pug caught in a plastic ring. gasping for air, sounds like he's being strangled, the works. sounds like he's dying

Mortarion: also sounds asthmatic, on account of the asthma. his tear ducts don't work right so he doesn't really "cry" so much as hyperventilate and occasionally dry heave

Magnus: the crying is what it is, the psychic crying is the real event. his aura gets real sticky and slow and sad, like syrup, and has a tendency to kind of. contaminate other people with his grief unless he specifically stops it from doing that. I feel like he cries when he's mad, too

Horus: sits down and covers his mouth with his hand and puts his elbow on his knee and cries like that. for some reason I feel like it's especially weird for the luna wolves to see him cry -- it's always weird to see your parent cry, but it's extra weird for them and I'm not sure why. horus sitting on a couch crying with his head in his hands and two luna wolves sending panicked looks at each other 👍

Lorgar: compresses/hugs himself so hard he can't breathe, digs his nails into his skin, etc. we saw in the first heretic that he makes himself physically uncomfortable about grief and that's really stuck with me tbh. doesn't really.... know how to cry without also being in physical pain about it

Vulkan: bows his head and weeps, standing right where he is. weirdly bad at being okay with his own grief specifically -- he'll comfort a brother without issue, but his own makes him feel on edge and sedentary and he needs to move and do something and not stand here being sad, he needs to take action, he can't let it be sticky and slow

Corvus: repression king. he can't cry right now he's too BUSY. fuck this shit. and then there's a trigger and he shatters like a popsicle bridge with too much weight on it. the year of isolation before his departure definitely involved a blanket burrito

Alpharius Omegon: how do they need to cry for this scenario?

[stilljuststardust]

Hey! I’ve been a follower of your blog for a long time! I have to confess something - many times when I see something in the 3D I continue to bring up the old story sometimes. I’m currently manifesting my list. It got so bad - I had an anxiety attack on the bus I was taking.

I’m doing better now but I still struggle sometimes. Like if I see something not related to my desires - I remind myself I my list. When I have to do something I do not like that is when the problems happen - seeing something I do not like I keep bringing it up. Do you have any advice on how I can stop mentally reacting to the situation/s I see?

Also a few days ago I had a bad day - so bad I was getting thoughts of self harm and it was awful. I’m trying my best. I’ve manifested age change - healing my cat - staying home from going to a place I did not want to go and more. But when manifesting any list/s I have never done so because I always fucked something up along the way - AKA - Reacting mentally to the situation/s in my life.

Hello love

I have a tendency to ruminate when I'm anxious. I did some self reflection and I realized that the reason I'd get stuck on something was because I in some way felt that if I stopped thinking about it something bad would happen. Whether that be being unprepared, or not "finding" a solution, or just a general fear that if I took my attention off of it I would lose control of it.

So now when I spiral I take a deep breath and I tell myself "it is safe to think of something else". Yes, your brain will try to drag you back a couple of times the important thing is to keep doing it. It's safe to think about something else and stressing yourself out isn't helping you so it's ok to move on to something else.

Take the time to self regulate and process your emotions but don't ruminate on them or feed into negative thought patterns.

When something comes up do what you have to do in the moment but stick to your affirmations mentally. Yes, it feels weird to force yourself out of it and just stick to the new story, but it's weird because you're more used to the old assumption than the new one.

Manifestation is not fighting the 3D and winning manifestation is creating the 3D with your thoughts and assumptions.

It could also help to revise it and be like "I didn't react at all" "wow it just manifested" or "it is working already"

Everything can change in an instant so instead of focusing on how you slipped up assume differently now. Some things are going to get to you emotionally but your emotions don't manifest.

[karlachismylife]

Soap for the character ask game plz :)

Do I really need a reason to yap about him? Nah, but I'll take it, thanks :)

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So. John "Soap" MacTavish.

favorite thing about them

Is "everything" a good enough answer? No? Damn. I guess I'll have to go with his passion. I can tie that to his ADHD, I can tie that to the fact that he's sunshine (and sun burns hot and flares), it doesn't matter - his emotions are bright, run hot, he's impulsive and he feels so strong. I relate to that, I also just like everything bright and flashy. His anger, his loyalty, his sense of justice, his love - they are so big and strong they cannot be contained inside his heart no matter how huge it is. This is what makes him dangerous, this is what makes him vulnerable, this is what makes him so fucking lovable to me.

least favorite thing about them

The fact that he prefers coffee over tea (source: his VA). I'm sorry, I can't stand coffee, my throat literally closes up and stops breathing if I enter some coffee-smelling space and it's not something I can control well (I tried, I swear). So the knowledge that living with Soap would involve the apartment reeking of the forbidden drink, and even worse, kissing him might taste like coffee... it's heartbreaking. I'm training that man to drink tea whether he likes it or not, coffee doesn't do anything for ADHDers anyway.

favorite line

I mean. I feel like using any of Ghoap batner here would be cheating cuz it is very much the best thing ever and also they're bouncing off each other. So I'll go with "Kids, guns and balloons. That's a new one."

It's at the start in Las Almas. I love listening to Soap in general, I love all the Scott-isms he has (even though it seems actual Scottish didn't appreciate those too much), I obviously love the funny lines he has or when he gets angry. But this one just stuck with me. Probably not because it's a Soap line, but because it's a sad line in general (and hits a little too close to home in the current situation).

But also I feel like it's kinda. The fact that I, a 22yo civilian am not actually surprised to see that "kids, guns and balloons" situation (although I am so fortunate to not be witnessing that directly), and Soap, a 26 (I think?) yo SAS Sergeant who ran off to enlist at 15-16 is. It says something about how he views the world, doesn't it? He lacks that cynicism. I've seen people say that veiwing him as a "happy go lucky" guy is incorrect, but I dunno, man. I think if someone who kills people for his job is surprised to see kids involved into crime+politics games, then he's a pretty damn optimistic lad that believes in the good in the world.

brOTP

Soap and Alejandro. There's just something so smooth, straightforward and inherently good about just two men coming to fight for what's right. Also nothing is funnier than Soap's constant cultural shock in Las Almas and Alejandro just chuckling at every silly question Johnny asks. Big brother Alejandro go go go!

OTP

Karlach x Soap for life, everything else is secondary.

nOTP

I reject the concept of nOTP, even the least likely/adhering to my tastes ships are at least interesting to explore. However, I am not a big fan of toxic relationships and such, so something like Soap x Makarov or Soap x Graves would be interesting to look at, but probably upsetting.

random headcanon

He likes the pink Orbit bubblegum, the one that comes in little stripes. His dad used to bring those at the end of the work week, sometimes unopened, sometimes with just a couple pieces left, and Soap stashed them away in his pillow case when he had the willpower not to eat them all at once. His old pillow in his childhood bedroom still smells like bubblegum.

absolutely based on my own life

unpopular opinion

I don't know what's popular to say what's unpopular. But maybe the fact that I think that Soap isn't like a total horndog 24/7? I still think he is pretty horny, more than an average person, but I also think that he's more tactile than anything and that even when he gets a random boner or just is hot and bothered, he can be satisfied with non-sexual touch. But he does not respond well to touch starvation, oh no.

song i associate with them

I am so bad at assosiating songs with characters/ships etc :( I'll be boring and repeat myself for the third time: Ren's "Loco"

favorite picture of them

That comission of him and Karlach I got, duh

But if we're talking ingame, nothing beats him being pretty and doing puppy eyes in that Milena interrogation scene. That hand reaching scene alone has me by the throat.

Thank you for asking about him!! Love youu <3